Dark Savages Come To the United States

Rorschach was still holding the Hammer of Judgment in a daze, while Bulkeso was sitting on the throne with his head tilted, just like the former Vorusk.

Immortal King, a tragic title of king.

This throne is perhaps no better than that of Candullas.

Bulkelso felt the fatigue he hadn't felt in a long time.

It didn't come from the body, but from a kind of confusion deep in my heart.

"Vorusk, are you lonely?"

Bulkeso tapped the broken armrest of the throne with his hand, and asked casually.

Even if he didn't expect to hear Vorusk's answer.

lonely?

Of course lonely.

Thousands of years of withering, not having too much communication with other existences.

Instead of using loneliness to describe it, it is better to think about why Volusk did not fall into madness in the long loneliness.

The throne began to emit warmth, which made Bulkelso more and more tired.

Thinking about it carefully, this barbarian known as the strongest didn't seem to have slept peacefully.

The two original legends fell to Bulkasso's hands, pierced straight through the ground, and got stuck there.

Bul-Kelso's Warrior's Blood and Bul-Kelso's Solemn Oath.

Two handles of the original legend.

A gift from the first ancestors.

When Bul-Kelso squeezed the two legendary handles, it meant that the ritual of becoming the Immortal King had begun.

Bulkeso tilted his head, resting his cheeks on his hands, in a movement that Vorusk always liked.

Looking at the two legends, he was a little lost in thought.

Even though he had imitated these two legendary heavy weapons more than once, it was the second time he had actually seen these two glorious weapons.

The first time was when he bonded with the first ancestors.

"A symbol of victory? Did the clansmen use this name to describe you?"

Bulkelso spoke to the two legends in front of him like a lunatic.

Although the weapon can't speak, the flickering light seems to be responding to Bulkelso's question.

"It's really a boring sustenance in my heart. Didn't the first generation fail? Or is there anyone on the holy mountain who hasn't failed except me?"

Bulkeso said in a self-deprecating tone.

With his hands on his knees, his eyes were a little cold.

Trust is easier said than done.

Even for the ancestor who established the barbarian's strength, Bulkaisuo didn't have much trust.

Most of the ancestors of the Holy Mountain are familiar with Bulkelso, so they have trust.

But what is there to trust in an ancestor who has long since disappeared from everyone's sight?

Is it just relying on those ancient legends and records?

It's almost like a joke.

Bulkelso said and stretched out his hands, grasping the two legendary handles.

The emerald green brilliance seemed to boil for a moment, full of scorching breath.

The original legend should have been endowed with power, but that power is nothing to Bulkelso right now.

At most, is it a meal?

The power of time surged on Bulkelso's body, and he felt a sense of spying.

It seemed that some guy was secretly observing, which made him a little annoyed.

A blue crack appeared on the wall behind the Elder's Temple, and a familiar light appeared on the other end.

Bulkelso didn't intend to let go of his hand to observe those accidents, the inheritance of the Immortal King was continuing.

There is nothing more important than that right now.

Visions of the First Patriarch are about to appear, and then Vorusk will make his last appearance in existence.

It's just that something seems to be missing from Bulkelso's body.

Like a suit.

The First Patriarch's Wrath of the Wasteland suit and the Immortal King suit on Vorusk both look good.

At least reveals some majesty.

Now Bulkasso's body is bare-chested, with only a skirt armor tied around his waist by a belt.

barefoot, scattered,

There is no majesty of a king.

Some just have a barbaric atmosphere like the name barbarian.

The scars on his body were beating little by little, and then disappeared.

Only the scarlet battle pattern was left on the chest.

"I never thought that the barbarians would not even be able to wear battle armor one day."

A surprised voice came slowly.

The image of the first ancestor appeared on the side of the throne, speaking in a tone of distress for the child.

Bulkelso rolled his eyes, pinned the two legends on his waist, smoothed the messy hair on his head by the way, and showed the scarlet dark soul stone to the first generation of ancestors.

"I never thought that one day a barbarian would need a temporarily vacant cage to become an immortal king."

Bulkeso said so.

There was contempt in his eyes.

The first generation of ancestors represents many things, such as traditions and so on, can always be lined up in a long line.

But the past is not the same as the present.

Two Bull Cases.

They appeared in the same place across a long period of time.

Then they looked at each other with disdainful eyes.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The first ancestors said so.

Sitting helplessly on the ground, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the ground.

Then he showed a surprised look again.

"Why does this holy mountain only have such a small accumulation of power? I remember that my body was left on the holy mountain. It is impossible for that power alone to make the holy mountain appear so weak!"

The first generation pressed him.

His eyes were a little dazed.

"You are talking about the holy mountain of Arreat, and this is the holy mountain of Harrogas."

Bulkelso said casually, and lay back, leaning on the back of the throne chair.

It's rude, and there's nothing dignified or anything like that.

But it's better than all the shit Vorusk did on the throne.

Fortunately, every time Volusk would silently wipe those marks when he was alone.

It's almost like a neurosis.

"My body is ruined?"

The first ancestors said so.

Then he stood up again, and at this moment he began to look at Bulkelso carefully.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Bulkasso."

"What's wrong?"

"I said, my name is Bulkelso."

The brief conversation fell silent.

The first ancestor here is just a consciousness that has just been awakened, and is unclear about many things.

At least he didn't know what happened after he left this consciousness.

It's just a consciousness, and coming out is just to tell Bulkelso some important information.

"I remember, the last time I came out, the guy I saw was called Volusk?"

The first ancestors had to find a topic to keep the conversation going.

"Vorusk is now under the holy mountain, doing what the Great Elder should do."

While speaking, Bulkeso tore a wound on his arm and poured Qualkek's bitter wine into his mouth.

Some of the wine spilled out, after all, suffering has never been synonymous with comfort.

"You are a little different from what I imagined."

The first generation said so.

Then connected to Volusk's consciousness.

He needed some information from his successor on what happened next.

A consciousness without power is quite useless to be honest.

After all, the first generation of ancestors has never been a guy known for his wisdom.

Even in those written records that boasted so much about him, his intelligence was never praised.

It just mentioned a lot of news that he is good at forging and has great strength.

Perhaps even the clerks who recorded his great achievements did not know how to boast about something that was not necessary.

Bulkeso drank the wine silently, then smiled.

Rorschach's change is coming to an end.

He already felt the connection between Rorschach and the holy mountain under his feet.

It won't be long before these officially begin.

"Okay, Bulkelso. I'm still not used to calling out my own name."

The consciousness of the first ancestor became serious.

It seemed that he already knew quite a lot from Volusk.

Including the fact that the real self has already recognized the name Bulkelso.

"I thought I could tell you how to wake me up instead of telling you the worst news."

The first generation said so.

"Even if you tell me how to wake you up, I probably won't do it, and your body is finished."

Bulkeso said so.

With some arrogance.

"The world doesn't need two Bulkelsos."

Bulkelso's words stunned the first ancestor.

He couldn't figure out why.

Could it be that after a long time, the savage can no longer accept the same name as a living savage?

"I've been in contact with you personally, and he's approved of it."

Bulkeso continued talking.

The crack behind him got a little bigger.

"You have mastered the power of time?"

Only then did the ancestors of the first generation turn their attention to the crack, and asked with some thought.

He didn't intend to pursue the question of the name any further.

"Almost, but that one isn't."

Bulkeso didn't even look at it, but raised his hand and pointed with his thumb at the crack behind him.

"The power of time is stronger than you can imagine, so what bad news are you trying to tell me?

I also want to inform those dead ghosts that I have become the Immortal King. "

Bulkasso said with a disinterested look.

"Well, Rathma holds a part of fate."

The first ancestor spread his hands and said so.

In his opinion, this news was enough for Bulkelso to sit there upright.

This is big news.

"Which part? Fiddle with fate or show fate?"

Bulkelso was still listless.

The news is okay.

"By the way, did I tell you the news that Diablo became the Great Demon God?"

Bulkeso said lazily.

On the contrary, the first ancestor walked up to him one step at a time, put his hands on his shoulders and became tense.

"Are you serious!?"

This cannot help the ancestors of the first generation not to be excited.

What the Great Demon God represents is half a Creation God.

This basically became a guy on the same level as the Seven-Headed Dragon.

This is news that must be taken seriously.

"Yes, I chopped off his dog...his head."

Bulkelso originally wanted to say "dog head", but suddenly remembered that the body used by the Great Demon God belonged to Leah, so he had to change his words.

"Bulk Casso! You fucking!"

The First Patriarch's swear words got stuck in his throat, because his name was also "Bulkelso."

Cursing others is equivalent to scolding yourself, which is okay.

"Huh~ It seems that you already have enough power."

The ancestor of the first generation took a deep breath that belonged to the phantom, although no air flow came out.

Ghosts probably don't breathe.

This action is really useful for calming the mood.

"Let's go, if it's just such bad news, you probably told Volusk a long time ago."

Bulkelso became a little more serious, looking at the figure in front of him.

"Rathma had the part of playing with fate that I couldn't have said otherwise."

The first generation of ancestors spoke slowly, keeping their eyes on Bulkelso.

As if trying to determine something.

"Honestly, if you don't trust me, you can ask Vorusk to tell me."

Bulkeso said nonchalantly.

Just like he couldn't trust the first-generation ancestor, a guy who didn't know how many years had passed, the first-generation ancestor would not trust him easily.

These guys have seen too many intrigues.

But the First Patriarch would have trusted Vorusk anyway, and Vorusk would have trusted Bulkeso.

Bulkelso's words reminded the first generation of ancestors that he became the Immortal King as expected by everyone, not because there were only a few barbarians left, he had to make a choice.

Perhaps there was such a misunderstanding because his attire did not look solemn.

Fortunately, time is not urgent, so there is no need to make a long story short.

"At that time, we followed our mother to kill other angels and demons who stayed in the sanctuary. Their bodies were taken away by Rasma. When I fought with Rasma, I realized that he had mastered the destiny part of the power."

The first generation of ancestors already looked slow, as if talking while recalling.

"You have some power over your life, I know it. So don't say that Rasma has done disgusting things."

Burkasso said with some dissatisfaction.

There are no detailed records of what happened at that time, but judging from the fact that the first ancestors had mastered the power of life, those humans who were not children of Inaris and Lilith were probably used for research.

Vasily and the first Bulkelso jointly controlled the power of life, and their parting ways must be inseparable from this.

As for Rathma, a necromancer who pursues balance, how could he give up the power of life, which explores life and death?

"Well, it looks like you've talked a lot with the real me."

The ancestors of the first generation felt a headache after a long absence, although the dead souls would not get sick.

But being spirit beings, these guys feel what they think.

"Rasma almost took away the part I had, but the share in Vasily's hands basically fell into the hands of Rasma."

The first generation said so.

Then he looked at the foolish Bulkelso with some doubts.

He knew from Volusk how powerful the guy in front of him was, but he still felt a little suspicious.

The strong should have some demeanor, not such casualness.

A look that even the ancestors didn't see it.

"Don't think about it, I respect all the ancestors, but I don't respect you very much, especially since you are only a consciousness."

Burkesso directly gave his answer.

Perhaps the appearance of the first generation of ancestors is really easy to figure out, so Bulkelso guessed what this guy was thinking.

"Because I handed over the responsibility to you?"

The first ancestors were somewhat concerned about this reason.

He never thought that he would be despised by his descendants.

"No, I look down on you because of the three idiots they talk about, that is, because of Maddock and the others."

Bull Casso gave the answer directly.

Of course he knew the necessity of Maddock and the three of them as gatekeepers, and he was not annoyed that the gatekeepers were the three of them.

But for something else about the gatekeeper.

The responsibility of supporting the ancestors of the first generation!

Before the holy mountain of Arreat was destroyed, that is, when the bodies of the first ancestors were still sleeping on the holy mountain.

The three ancestors who are still alive will no longer become stronger.

The power of the blood was taken to support that sleeping body!

This is the reason for Burkasso's dissatisfaction.

It is always sad to sacrifice someone else.

This is what the first ancestors did.

"Tariq them?"

The first generation said with some surprise.

In this kind of conversation, it showed how much Bulkelso and the first ancestors attached importance to the gatekeepers.

The first generation of ancestors cared more about Talic, and Bulkeso cared more about Madok.

As for Kerik, he doesn't need the attention and approval of others.

That's a guy who only cares about going his own way.

"I didn't use the proof of shame to influence their will!"

The First Patriarch said something a little big, which made Bulkelso's eyes look dangerous.

Bulkelso has always been a little concerned. The Proof of Shame is obviously not something that Tariq invented out of thin air, but he has never been able to ask where this legendary weapon came from.

Now that he had the answer, it actually made his anger rise.

The influence of the legend of the evil door began when it was touched.

The first generation said that the legend was not used, and Bulkelso was a little unconvinced.

"Really, I just gave Tariq a choice."

As the first ancestor said this, Bulkelso's eyes became more and more dangerous.

an option?

Choices are often forced.

Bulkelso no longer wanted to care about the choice.

The anger on his body passed through the two heavy weapons at his waist, and began to blow a storm in the room.

Whirlwind can sometimes be cast without using a weapon.

For example, the moment the battle cry is issued, the anger will be connected with all the equipment on the body.

But at this moment, as long as one assumes the posture of using Whirlwind Slash and starts spinning, even empty hands can set off the same level of violent wind.

Perhaps this is also the case when it starts to spin the moment it passes through the portal.

The point is to connect the anger with everything about you.

Bulkelso could even use the gesture of waving his hand to set off a whirlwind if he wanted to.

Conversing with the first generation ancestors is obviously not a pleasant thing.

At least not at all for now!

There will be at least one chapter with more than 3,000 words, and I will try my best to write 5,000 words.

Don't wait, get up early to watch.

Suddenly, I found that my schedule was disrupted again...