Rorschach still held the Hammer of Judgment with a dull look, while Bulcaisel sat on the throne with his head tilted, like the posture of Volusk in the past.
The Immortal King, a tragic title for a king.
This throne may not be any better than the throne of Canduras.
Burkeso felt tired that he had not felt for a long time.
That does not come from the body, but from a kind of confusion deep in the heart.
“Warusk, are you lonely?”
Burkeso tapped the broken armrest of the throne with his hand and asked casually.
Even though he had no hope of hearing Volusk's answer.
lonely?
Of course it’s lonely.
Thousands of years of silence without much communication with other beings.
Instead of using loneliness to describe it, it is better to think about why Warusk did not fall into madness in the long loneliness.
The throne began to radiate warmth, making Bulcasso increasingly tired.
Thinking about it carefully, this barbarian who is called the strongest seems to have never slept peacefully.
Two primitive legends fell into Bulcasso's hands, pierced the ground, and got stuck there.
Bul-Katho's Warrior's Blood and Bul-Katho's Solemn Oath.
Two original legends.
Gifts from the first ancestors.
When Bulcaisel pinches these two legendary handles, it means that the ceremony to become the Immortal King has begun.
Burkeso tilted his head and supported his cheek with his hands, making the gesture that Volusk always liked.
Looking at the two legends, he was a little lost in thought.
Even though he has imitated these two legendary heavy weapons more than once, this was the second time he actually saw these two glorious weapons.
The first time was when he had contact with his first ancestors.
“Symbol of victory? Is this what the tribesmen use to describe you?”
Burkeso spoke to the two legends in front of him like a madman.
Although the weapon cannot speak, the flickering light seems to be responding to Bulcaisel's questions.
“It’s such a boring inner sustenance. Didn’t the first generation fail? Or is there anyone on the Holy Mountain who hasn’t failed except me?”
Burkeso said in a self-deprecating tone.
Pressing his hands on his knees, his eyes were a little cold.
Trust is easier said than done.
Even for the ancestor who laid the foundation for the strength of the barbarians, Bulcaisuo did not have much trust.
Most of the ancestors of the Holy Mountain are familiar to Bulcaisuo, so they can trust them.
But what can be trusted about an ancestor who has long since disappeared from everyone’s sight?
Do we just rely on those ancient legends and fragmentary records?
This is almost like a joke.
Burkeso said, stretching out his hands and grasping the two legends.
The emerald green light seemed to be boiling in an instant, filled with a burning breath.
The original legend should have given power, but that power is nothing to Bulcaisel now.
At most, it can be considered a full meal?
The power of time surged through Bulcasso's body, and he felt a sense of spying.
It was as if someone 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 at the other end.
Burkeso did not intend to let go of his hands to observe those accidents. The inheritance of the Immortal King was continuing.
There is nothing more important than that right now.
The vision of the First Ancestor is about to appear, and then Volusk will make his last appearance in existence.
It's just that there seems to be something missing from Bulcaisso.
For example, wearing a formal suit.
The wasteland suit that symbolizes the wrath of the wasteland worn by the first ancestor and the Immortal King suit worn by Volusk both look good.
At least it reveals some dignity.
Now Bulcaisel's body is bare-chested, with only a skirt and armor tied around the waist by a belt.
barefoot, spreading,
There is no majesty of a king at all.
There is just the same barbaric atmosphere as the name barbarian.
The scars on the body are beating a little bit, and then disappear.
Only a red war pattern was left on the chest.
“I never thought that barbarians would one day not even be able to wear armor.”
A voice with surprise came slowly.
The image of the first generation ancestor appeared on the side of the throne, speaking in a tone of distress for the child.
Burkeso rolled his eyes, pinned the two legends on his waist, smoothed the messy hair on his head, and showed the scarlet dark soul stone to the first generation ancestor.
“I never thought that one day the barbarians would need a temporarily vacant cage to become immortal kings.”
Burkeso said this.
The eyes are filled with contempt.
The first generation ancestors represent many things, such as traditions and the like, and they can always be lined up in a long line.
But the past and the present are no longer the same.
Two Bulkesso.
They appeared in the same place across a long period of time.
Then they looked at each other with disgust.
“Tell me, what’s going on?”
The first generation ancestors said this.
He sat on the ground helplessly, stretched out his hand and knocked on the ground.
Then he showed a look of surprise 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. That power alone cannot make the holy mountain appear so weak!”
The first generation asked.
Looking a little confused.
“You are talking about the Holy Mountain of Arreat, and this is the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.”
Burkeso said casually, lying back and leaning on the back of the throne.
This is very impolite, and there is nothing dignified about it.
But this is better than the bad things Volusk did on the throne.
Fortunately, Warusk would wipe those marks silently every time when he was alone.
It's like a lunatic.
“My body is ruined?”
The first generation ancestors said this.
Then he stood up again, and then he began to look at Bulcaisuo carefully.
“By the way, I haven’t asked your name yet.”
“Bulkeso.”
"What's wrong?"
“I said, my name is Bulcaisel.”
The brief conversation fell into silence.
The first generation of ancestors here just had a newly awakened consciousness and were not clear about many things.
At least he doesn’t know what happened after he left this period of consciousness.
It's just a consciousness. It comes out just to tell Bulcaisuo some important information.
“I remember, the last time I came out, the guy I saw was called Warusk?”
The first generation ancestors had to find a topic to keep the conversation going.
“Worusk is now at the foot of the Holy Mountain, doing what the Great Elder should do.”
As he spoke, Bulcaisso pulled a wound on his arm and poured Qualkek's bitter wine into his mouth.
Some wine was spilled, after all, hardship is never synonymous with comfort.
“You are a little different from what I imagined.”
The first generation said this.
Then connected to Volusk's consciousness.
He needed to get some information from his successor about what was going to happen next.
A consciousness without power is quite useless to be honest.
After all, the first generation ancestors were never known for their wisdom.
Even in those written records that boasted about him, they never praised his wisdom.
Just mentioned a lot of information about him being good at forging and possessing great strength.
Perhaps even the scribes who recorded his great achievements didn’t know how to boast about something that was unfounded.
Burkeso drank wine silently, and then smiled.
The Rorschach changes are almost over.
He could already feel the connection between Rorschach and the holy mountain at his feet.
Soon, these will officially begin.
“Okay, Bulcaisel. I’m still a little uncomfortable saying my name.”
The consciousness of the first generation ancestors became serious.
It seems that he already knows a lot from Warusk.
Including the fact that the real self has recognized the name Bulkesso.
“I thought I could tell you how to wake me up instead of telling you the worst news.”
The first generation said this.
"Even if you tell me how to wake you up, I probably won't do it, and your body is already ruined."
Burkeso said this.
With a bit of arrogance.
“The world doesn’t need two Bulkesso.”
Burkeso’s words shocked the first generation ancestors.
He couldn't figure out why.
Could it be that after a long period of time, the barbarians could no longer accept living barbarians with the same name?
“I have been in contact with you personally and he has acknowledged this.”
Burkeso continued.
The crack behind him became a little bigger.
“Have you mastered the power of time?”
The first generation ancestors then turned their attention to the crack and asked with some thought.
He was not going to pursue the question about the name any further.
“Almost, but not that one.”
Without even looking at it, Bulcasso raised his hand and pointed with his thumb at the crack behind him.
“The power of time is more powerful than you imagine, so what bad news do you want to tell me?
I also want to inform those dead ghosts that I have become the Immortal King."
Burkeso said with an uninterested look.
“Well, Rasma controls part of the fate.”
The first generation ancestor spread his hands and said this.
In his opinion, this news was enough for Bulcaisel to sit upright.
This is big news.
“Which part? Playing with fate or showing fate?”
Burkeso still looks listless.
The news is not bad.
“By the way, have I told you about Diavolo becoming the Great Demon God?”
Burkeso said lazily.
On the contrary, the first generation ancestor stepped in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders and became nervous.
“Are you serious!?”
It is no wonder that the first generation ancestors were not excited.
What the Great Demon God represents is half of the Creator God.
This is basically a guy on the same level as the Seven Dragons.
This kind of news is something that must be taken seriously.
“Yes, I just chopped off his dog...his head.”
Burkeso originally wanted to say "dog head", but suddenly remembered that the body used by the Great Demon God was Leah's, so he had to change his words.
“Bulkesso! You TM!”
The first generation ancestor’s curse words were choked in his throat halfway through, because his name was also called “Bulkessor”.
Swearing at others is equivalent to scolding yourself, but that’s okay.
“Huh~ It seems that you are already powerful enough.”
The first generation ancestor took a deep breath that was like a shadow, although not even the slightest bit of air came out.
Ghosts probably can’t breathe.
This action is really useful for calming down the mood.
“Tell me, if it was just bad news like this, you would have told Warusk long ago.”
Burkeso became a little more serious and looked at the figure in front of him.
“Rasma controls the part of destiny that I couldn’t say.”
The first generation ancestor spoke slowly and leisurely, keeping his eyes on Bulcaisuo.
As if trying to determine something.
“Honestly, if you don’t trust me, you can ask Warusk to tell me.”
Burkeso said nonchalantly.
Just like he couldn't trust the first-generation ancestor who had been separated for who knows how many years, the first-generation ancestor wouldn't trust him easily either.
These guys have seen too many intrigues and intrigues.
But the first generation ancestors will trust Volusk no matter what, and Volusk will trust Bulkesso.
Bulkessor's words reminded the first generation ancestors that he became the immortal king because of popular expectations, not because he had to make a choice because there were only a few barbarians left.
Perhaps there is such a misunderstanding because his dress does not look too solemn.
Fortunately, we are not pressed for time and there is no need to make a long story short.
"At that time, we followed my mother and started killing other angels and demons who stayed in the shelter. Their bodies were all taken away by Rasma. It was only when I was fighting Rasma that I realized that he had mastered the destiny.
part of the power.”
The first generation ancestor was already speaking slowly, as if he was reminiscing.
“I know that you have some authority over life. So don’t just say that Rasma did something disgusting.”
Burkeso said with some dissatisfaction.
There are no detailed records of what happened at that time, but judging from the fact that the first generation ancestors had control over life, those humans who were not the children of Inaris and Lilith were probably used for research.
Vasily and the first Bulcasso jointly held the power of life, and their separation must have something to do with this.
As for Rathma, a necromancer who pursues balance, how could he give up the power of life, a thing that explores life and death?
“Okay, it seems like you talked a lot with the real me.”
The first generation ancestors felt a headache after a long absence, although the dead souls cannot get sick.
But as spiritual beings, these guys feel what they think.
“Rasma almost took away my share, but Vasily’s share basically fell into Rasma’s hands.”
The first generation said this.
Then he looked at the carefree Bulcaisso with some doubts.
He knew from Volusk how powerful the guy in front of him was, but he still felt a little doubtful.
A strong person should have some manners, rather than being so casual.
Looking like his ancestors didn’t even notice him.
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“Don’t think about it, I respect all ancestors, but I don’t respect you very much, especially since you are just a consciousness.”
Burkeso gave his answer directly.
Perhaps it was because the appearance of the first generation ancestor was a bit easy to figure out, so Bulcasso guessed what this guy was thinking.
“Because I gave you the responsibility?”
The first generation 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 what they call the Three Idiots, that is, Maddock and the others."
Burkeso gave the answer directly.
Of course he knew the necessity of Madoc and the others as gatekeepers, and he was not annoyed because they were the gatekeepers.
But for something else in the gatekeeper.
The responsibility to support the first generation ancestors!
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 bloodline was used to support that sleeping body!
This is the reason for Bulqueso's dissatisfaction.
It is always sad to sacrifice others.
This is what the first generation ancestors did.
“Talik and the others?”
The first generation said with some surprise.
In this conversation, it was revealed how much importance Bulkeso and the first ancestors attached to the gatekeepers.
The first generation ancestors cared more about Talik, while Bulqessor cared more about Mardoc.
As for Kolik, he does not need other people’s attention and recognition.
That's a guy who only cares about going his own way.
“I did not use evidence of shame to influence their will!”
The first generation ancestor said something a bit remarkable, which made Bulcasso's eyes become dangerous.
Bulcaisel has always been a little concerned that the weapon of the Proof of Shame was obviously not something that Talik created 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 made his anger rise.
The impact of that evil legend started from the moment of contact.
The first generation said that they did not use the legend, but Bulcaisuo was a little unconvinced.
“Really, I just gave Tarik a choice.”
As the first ancestor said this, Bulcaisuo’s eyes became more and more dangerous.
A choice?
Most of the time, choice is forced.
Burkeso no longer wants to worry about the choice.
The anger in him passed through the two heavy weapons at his waist, and began to blow up a storm in the room.
Whirlwind can sometimes be released without using a weapon.
For example, at the moment when a war cry is issued, the anger will be connected with all the equipment on the body.
At this time, as long as you assume the posture of using Whirlwind and start spinning, you can create the same level of strong wind even with bare hands.
Perhaps this is also the case when it starts to rotate the moment it passes through the portal.
The point is to connect the anger with everything about you.
If Bulcaisso wanted, he could even wave his hand to create a whirlwind.
Conversation with the first generation ancestors is obviously not a pleasant thing.
At least not at all now!
This chapter has been completed!