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Obviously Hailab didn't want to hear such words from Luke at all.

There are countless warriors on this holy mountain who have already explained what the phrase "fight everything" means.

To put it another way, it's called "pointless sacrifice"!

There were too many of them here, barbarians and other nephalem alike, had seen too many times like this, but none felt insensitive.

Because this kind of thing happened around each of them, and every connected, intimate, hated, and familiar face was faced with the choice of "fighting everything" at any time.

Pain is everywhere...

"Conqueror, enough! I say! Enough!"

Jessica said in the most blunt tone, stretched out her hand through the raging flames and grabbed Hailab's wrist.

The sudden increase in power reminded Hailab of Aurak!

"Cut! The power left by Aurak in your body is not for you to stop me at this time!

That should be in a more meaningful place, at a more dangerous juncture! "

Hailab said without looking back, but the hand holding Luke loosened little by little.

Jessica would not attack directly, he knew it well.

The moment these warriors came to the holy mountain, there were no big secrets for their ancestors.

How far they can probably grow, what kind of traits they will show.

These are almost all predictable.

Although their future cannot be determined in this way, the general direction will not deviate.

They have seen the growth of countless fighters, no matter how awkward the changes of people are, there are traces to follow.

Jessica wasn't the best type of person for Aurak, but she was the only one among the warriors who could possibly understand Aurak.

"Although it is not dangerous at all on the holy mountain, this time is very meaningful! Your anger has long been integrated into your brain.

In Hailab, Luke is the heir of Maddok's ancestor. No matter when it is, this fact cannot be changed. "

Jessica's appearance of communicating with Hailab on an equal footing made Luke a little uncomfortable.

Luke took some effort to master his body, and those angry flames began to slowly melt into his physical body.

"Thank you" Luke said to Hylab who had cleaned him up severely, and then turned his head to look at Jessica: "Okay Jessica. Don't continue talking. Everyone here It’s not wrong, it’s just not strong enough.”

Luke patted the blood-stained clothes on his body, and squeezed out a smile on his face.

His gratitude to Hailab is very sincere, and now Luke has changed.

He sort of understood why Bulkelso described the powerful ruler like that at the time.

Those who are strong are not necessarily correct, but those who are not strong enough will not be heard clearly!

"You don't need that puppet to vent, and we don't need that scum to prove ourselves. I only have one question, where should I go to enter the secret realm of the ancestors.

I need to be more determined to become stronger. "

Luke widened his eyes and said, at this moment he finally thought like a mature warrior.

"Go to Olek, he's behind the Temple of the Elders."

When Hailab said this, although his face was still full of anger, his tone softened unknowingly.

He slowly took out a broken long stick, which seemed a bit slender as a blunt weapon used by barbarians.

"Madock's sorrow, I don't know if this part should be called Madock or sorrow, it's yours now."

After saying that, he smashed the stick to the ground.

"I'm going to call him 'Weak Luke,' and write a note on the weapon in my story.

A weak warrior, when his mentor like his father finished the last journey, he chose to be ridiculously "reasonable", thus missing the last grand performance of his mentor. "

Luke whispered, then grabbed the stick from the ground.

His anger no longer flashed, but the stick, like a light tube, flashed a warm light like a bonfire.

"ha!"

Luke let out a battle cry, and a circle of sound was transmitted along with the vibration of the air.

Luke jumped up high, and then stepped heavily on the purple man's chest.

The legs were slightly bent, making a standard landing movement after jumping and chopping.

The stick in his hand pierced through the purple man's head like a spear.

The sound of the blunt instrument piercing through the iron shell was not very pleasant, but it seemed particularly relieved at this time.

"Jessica, I will find the head of a qualified prey, or I will go to wrestle with the ancestor of Kotur.

It won't be long, or rather, I hope it is now. "

Luke smiled, revealing a set of exceptionally white teeth.

"That's the best. Our running-in can be done after we get married."

Jessica smiled, turned around and left directly.

The purple man was like a toad pressed by a wooden stick to the stone beside the river bed, his body was twitching constantly.

Death was coming, and there was no torture, only a death that was finally not sudden to accompany him.

The last time he died was too fast, he didn't have time to feel the gradual coldness that the footsteps of death walked into.

This time, he made up for his regrets.

Die twice, each time a new experience.

...

"Fuck! You bastard, you bastard! Maddock, you bastard!"

Kahn's figure was squeezed out from the gate of the holy mountain little by little, cursing and swearing.

When he completely separated from the gate of the holy mountain and finally stood firm, the figures of two ancestors appeared in front of him.

He did not land before the gate of the holy mountain, but appeared in this place the moment he landed.

There is only one... "den" belonging to the three ancestors on the holy mountain.

"Tariq and Kerik, you will not be ignorant of Maddock's actions, why don't you stop that bastard!"

Kahn lost his usual calmness as a Juggernaut.

He didn't have a good relationship with Maddock, and even felt that even if he had the chance to become the gatekeeper, that bastard Maddock would definitely jump out and ridicule him.

But he never expected that he would take over Maddock's responsibility, and that annoying guy was completely a thing of the past.

"Why—stop it? Blow~"

Tariq lifted his head while blowing his nose.

In this place, there are sculptures made by Maddock long ago. The sculptures of the three ancestors form a triangle.

Tariq pointed at the sculptures one by one and said, "That's Madok, this one is me, and that one is Korik."

Kahn looked along Taliq's fingers, but found that the sculpture said to be Madok was clearly holding two long swords in his hands.

Of course he is familiar with those two swords, because the original legend is in his hands.

"Now that's Karn, Tariq and me."

Kerik was obviously not very happy to say that.

To be able to speak in such a melancholy tone after Maddock's disappearance had exhausted all of Korick's strength.

As his words fell, pieces of rubble began to fall from Maddock's sculptured face, but in a blink of an eye, that face had already turned into Kahn.

"Maddock knew it, we don't even know when he knew it. But the guy was ready and waiting for the day to come."

Tariq took out the certificate of shame from the backpack, with memory written on his face.

"At that time, I didn't pay much attention to this legend. Kahn, although you are older than us, you have not witnessed our growth.

To be honest, the legend was given to me by that bastard Maddock.

He said that without the legendary Tariq, even the Defender could not defeat the Battle Prophet. "

Tariq should have been filled with anger when he repeated Madok's words.

But only memories appeared on his face.

"It's not my shame to lose to the Battle Prophet. I didn't accept this legend at the time, of course it was from Maddock.

Later, in order to become stronger, I chose to challenge the devil of hell.

Of course, I know that my strength is not strong enough, and it is almost impossible to defeat those guys.

So I chose the weakest one among the demon kings of hell, Bilie.

Then I failed miserably. "

Speaking of this, Tariq laughed at himself and continued talking.

"The bastard jumped out with this legend, with a smile like a fool on his face. Then he handed me the sword directly.

He said, 'This sword has witnessed your disgrace, shouldn't it be in your hands? ’, I still remember his hateful face at that time.

So I launched an attack on Bilie again...

Then, the Proof of Shame saw another shame for me, and victory for both of us.

After that, Maddock never beat me again, and I became the strongest on the bright side among the three ancestors. "

Tariq sniffed his nose, and secretly glanced at Kerik on the side.

The strongest on the surface is the defender Tariq, because Tariq is the unbreakable shield among the three ancestors.

When the three ancestors fought together, there was no defeat.

And Tariq, who has never suffered a loss in battle, naturally became the "strongest".

"I think you are the strongest one, at least you were among the three of us at that time."

Kerik interjected, with a blank expression on his face.

Tariq rolled his eyes at him.

"Actually, the strongest among us is that idiot over there. An idiot who will ignore the position and value life. Next is Madock, and I am the weakest in the real fight."

Tariq covered Kerik's mouth as he spoke, with such force that Kerik's spine even made a sound.

"I didn't kill any life other than demons, not even Korick.

But that's because my 'strength' comes from this legend, and my 'weakness' is also because of it.

Billie was stronger than Maddock and I imagined, and the victory at that time came too hastily.

I don't know anything, and I'm even complacent.

Maddock probably knew where it was going, but he didn't say it. Even laughing and laughing without a serious look. "

Tariq continued to tell, Korik wanted to break Tariq's hand, but finally let it go.

Kahn looked at Tariq with a pair of eyes, he didn't know what Tariq meant at this time.

"My disgrace comes from Bilie, because of arrogance, because of arrogance!

That was the first time I realized the power of lies, and lies and truths were only in the hands of Billy. Billy said, 'everyone you will kill, will be your friend, kin and lover. You'll live your life in back pain and shame'.

This thing, whether it is a lie or a curse, was suppressed by this legend, and it was Maddock who really suppressed these things.

I no longer kill any life other than demons. Because that brings no glory. This legend has become a 'proof of shame'.

It contains some power belonging to Bilie, until I completely tamed this legend, and it became my own legend with strange power.

Maddock said it was fate.

It will not be destroyed, like Maddock's sorrow. These legends will reappear in the hands as long as we exist.

Kahn, you have become the gatekeeper, which means that Maddock has already seen some clues.

Either he knew that you were a candidate from the first Bulkelso, or he knew through fate that you were destined to be next. "

Kahn listened to Taliq telling the story, his body was trembling.

"You mean, Maddock, who is so much younger than me, saw that I would be his next when he was a teenager?"

Obviously Kahn is not able to accept this news.

At this moment, Kerik finally broke free from Talik's grasp.

"When will you tell Burkasso about this? Wait for him to come back or should we go now?"

Kerik glanced at the sculpture in the distance and gritted his teeth.

Bulkelso is the Immortal King, and all this should not be hidden from him.

"I'll talk about it after he comes back. I don't want to look at him with a stern face that is obviously sad. Even if he is full of tears, it is more comfortable to look at than a coffin-like expression!"

Tariq growled somewhat violently.

His storytelling was interrupted at this point.

Kahn squinted, looking at Taliq and Kerik.

He felt that these two guys were hiding something from him.

There is not much age gap between Bulkelso and them, at least they are still of the same generation.

But it seemed that there was some secret that Kahn didn't know.

"The Immortal King is a responsibility, and I always think this responsibility is like a joke."

Kahn gritted his teeth and tested Taliq, his eyes were invisible through his squinted eyes.

"If there's a joke, it's probably the most dangerous one. At least I can't laugh."

Tariq turned his head a little bluntly, his owl-like movements made him look extraordinarily gloomy.

But he was already a ghost, and it was normal to be a bit gloomy.

"Is there any Immortal King alive? I mean except Bulkelso."

Kirk said meaningfully.

In exchange for Kahn looking like a fool.

"Do you think there are dead people who are still alive? Or are there living people who are already dead?"

Kahn glared at Korick, and walked directly under the sculpture of himself.

As gatekeepers, they will be the most important force in containing the Immortal King.

But also have to follow some orders of the Immortal King.

There is always nothing wrong with new employees waiting for their boss to arrange work.

After hearing a somewhat "old-fashioned" story, Kahn was not as angry as before.

But it's just not "that angry" level.

"Madock's original goal was death, right?"

Kahn asked without looking back.

A dead man is not afraid of death.

And the power of death is what Bulkelso needs most now.

The destruction that merged into the holy mountain and waited until Burkasso was just icing on the scene.

"It's just that death doesn't need him to plan anymore."

Tariq nodded, and then walked directly into his sculpture.

Next, he will use the method that can only be used by the "Three Ancestors" to tell Kahn something.

"The Immortal King is immortal, but only legends are immortal."

Korik answered his own question, then smiled against Kahn's background.

The name Burkasso has always represented many things.

Both Tariq and Korik tacitly concealed the fact that the first ancestors had not completely cooled off.

The three ancestors were the gatekeepers chosen by the first generation ancestors. If the first generation ancestors were completely cold, Kahn would not get a result of making up for it after Madok disappeared.

Maddock likes this kind of temptation, and every action will have multiple gains.

Always like this!

call it a day and sleep...

Good morning……

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