449 The Conqueror's Recovery and Luke's Heart (more to come)
"You are saying that Ancestor Madok has already been determined to die?"
Luke held the war blade tightly in his hand and looked at Jessica who was opposite him with a gloomy look on his face.
When he said this, the roars of Karn and Tarik happened to be heard in the distance.
Because of this roar, Luke froze on the spot.
He understood that Maddock had done what he had always wanted to do.
The questions he wanted to ask Jessica became less important.
The resolute Madoc never leaves a chance for others to persuade him. He has already seen the "established future" in his eyes!
The God of War's Blade in Jessica's hand emerged, glowing.
Her eyes became uncertain, and after a long time she slowly spoke: "Luke, you should have gone with Ancestor Madoc before."
It seems like saying this is an afterthought at this time, but Jessica feels that it is still a good thing to say.
Even though Luke and her relationship is still very sweet now, it won't last forever.
There will always be all kinds of quarrels throughout life, but only concealment will be the most serious rift.
It was only then that Luke realized what Madoc had said when he exclaimed, "You know it all."
At this time, he raised his head and looked at Jessica, feeling that the person in front of him was a bit strange.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
Luke's voice was trembling.
Madoc's presence was more than just a guide and a teacher for him.
The imprint left in a short period of time will not fade away easily.
“There are some things you have to decide, Luke.”
Jessica's eyes were still quiet, and she had already been prepared for such questions.
“Neither Madoc nor I can arrange life for others, just like our ancestors never stood in the way of others.
If you want to do it, just do it, as long as you bear the consequences.
This is what a barbarian is.”
Jessica lowered her head and slowly brushed the edge of the God of War Blade with her hand, her blood smeared on the knife.
At this time, Luke looked at Jessica as if he had seen Orak, the God of War.
That kind of turbulent undercurrent under the quiet water.
"Yes, I didn't accompany ancestor Madoc on his final journey, so what do I need to complain about? It can only be said that there is really no difference between me and the stupid donkey! All I know is looking at the things hanging in front of me.
Carrot, he didn’t even look at the road, he just knew he was being pushed forward and walked slowly forward.”
Luke was clearly depressed.
There was anger in his body, but it was extinguished little by little.
Between calm and anger, barbarians are always looking for a balance.
Especially for warriors, this balance also varies from person to person.
But taking the initiative to extinguish anger was an unheard-of thing before.
“Luke!”
Jessica called out Luke's name nervously.
Her lack of experience could not understand what Luke was doing now.
“Don’t worry, he just made his own choice. Of course, just like us old guys, we choose our own way of fighting when faced with different situations.
Damn it, can’t Holy Mountain optimize the reappearance process?”
The voice of Hirab came from the ground.
The conqueror was finally able to appear in the form of the ancestral spirit.
That kind of soul damage can be repaired, it just takes a long time.
Unless you get help from other ancestors!
“Mardoc has almost arranged everything. When his soul goes to the burning hell, he probably only has the power of one blow.”
Helab was speaking, and crawled out of the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, looking at Luke with strong aggression in his eyes.
He had no intention of blaming Maddock for his choice of successor.
But he still feels troubled by the choice between "the future of the barbarians" and "the past glory of the barbarians."
“To be honest, in terms of Luke’s talent, he is more suitable for my fighting style, because of all the ancestors on the Holy Mountain, I am the only one who can fight regardless of the consequences.
Unless my anger is exhausted.”
Halab walked directly in front of Luke, who was still in a daze, with scrutiny in his eyes.
“He will not be my heir after all, because the world no longer needs a conqueror.
Just kidding, who would not show caution and respect when facing a barbarian with Bulcaisel existing?
Conquest by force has become obsolete.”
Halab said nonchalantly, slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Luke's heavenly cap.
The mentor prepared by Madoc for Luke, a being best suited to his physical gifts.
Innately powerful body defense, coupled with a fighting method that continuously heals injuries.
This will make Luke's journey on this road smoother.
Helabo is an ancestor who has no other outstanding characteristics except the means of recovery.
He can skillfully use all types of weapons and is a barbarian who has been awarded the title of Battle Master.
Although using a heavy hammer is not as good as Kor holding Wrath of the Hidden Peak, using a long sword is not as good as Sword Master Karn.
His long-range throwing is far inferior to that of Olongus, and his fists are not as strong as Cassius's.
The handling of one-handed heavy weapons is not as unrivaled as that of Orak, the God of War, and his strength is not as good as that of Kotur of the Great Bear Tribe.
But he has no shortcomings!
And it’s not mediocre!
He is the most suitable ancestor after Mardoc to guide Luke.
And Maddock has completed the basic shaping of Luke, and now it is Luke's turn to make a choice.
“Did Madoc ever describe Luke in terms of his son? Even once?”
Halab rubbed the messy beard on his chin and looked at Luke in front of him and asked.
“There was one time, and Luke remembered that time very vividly, and even told me excitedly. That day was probably the happiest day he spent on the Holy Mountain.”
Jessica said this, and the God of War Blade in her hand hung on her waist.
Although it is still a phantom, the Blade of the God of War has no intention of disappearing again.
Olac recognized Jessica, and Jessica had begun to think about problems in Orac's way.
Even though the barbarians may no longer need a new god of war, this honor will still be passed down.
“Tch~ that was the only time in his life that Maddock said that.”
Helabo seemed to be glowing at this moment.
The conqueror has no anger anymore, because all the anger has been melted into his soul and body, turning into a warrior who will not die violently!
He is observing Luke in his own way, but his attitude is very bad!
Beads of sweat broke out almost instantly all over Luke's body, which only appears when he is in sudden severe pain!
“Madoc is one of the three ancestors, although this position has probably been taken by Kahn.
He won’t have the slightest affection for Luke, and although he won’t beat or scold him at every turn, are you prepared to be ignored by Kahn?”
Halab had a sinister smile on his face, and the process of helping Luke was not easy even for him.
“Talik and Korik will treat Luke like a son, because that’s how Mardoc views Luke.
They are brothers, even though the blood relationship may be a little distant.
But Kahn might regard Luke as a piece of trash, the kind of trash that wouldn't burn even if thrown into a furnace.
Because Kahn looked at Maddock the same way Maddock looked at Luke.
It was a story of freedom and longevity, but probably no one except me will remember the emotions these guys had for each other."
Jessica listened to Hairab's words and chose to remain silent.
She knew very well that this was Hailab giving them a hint, but it was not what they wanted.
“Is it possible for the ancestor of Madoc to reappear?”
Even though Luke was a little unconscious in the severe pain, he still clearly heard everything Hyrab said.
He asked calmly, as if he was not the one in pain and covered in sweat.
“Ha! You did not disappoint me too much after all. As a prophet, Maddock really sees further than all of us.”
Halab immediately increased his intensity when Luke said those words.
Luke's body had begun to ooze blood.
Helab will give guidance to Luke and help Luke.
But this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a little strange opinion about Luke!
This lesson can help Luke better move towards the path of becoming stronger.
“Let’s look at Bulkesso, when will he become the existence we expect?
I think it’s unlikely, especially since he never said he wanted to be God.”
Halab’s words were sarcastic, and there were a few scattered sparks faintly appearing on his body.
The conquerors are not hard-hearted, and the anger that melts into the soul during the excitement still has a chance to show its existence.
The ancestors have long reached a consensus that Luke is a good man.
But there is still a huge gap between this guy and Maddock back then.
The title does not simply represent being recognized or feared by others, and "prophet" does not simply indicate Maddock's identity.
A destined strongman who was chosen by the first ancestors to become a gatekeeper at the age of eighteen was something that the current Luke could not achieve.
“I will risk everything!”
Luke said through gritted teeth, his voice still steady.
Even though the pain increased sharply, his voice did not waver.
But this sentence really made Hairab fall into rage!
A fist as big as a casserole hit Luke's eye socket in various ways! This punch almost made Luke's eyeballs fly out!
"Sacrifice everything? How dare you say risk everything!?"
Facing the fury of Hellab, Luke and Jessica seemed a little at a loss what to do.
“Let me tell you! It’s not the turn of the weak to risk everything on this holy mountain! It’s also not the turn of children like you who haven’t even finished growing up to risk everything!
Savages never need children to pay!
Because hope only needs to grow slowly until it can shine with its own brilliance!
Madoc’s sacrifice is not for you to risk everything!!!”
Halab grabbed Luke's neck, and at this moment, raging anger finally burst out from his body! The flames of anger were so high that half of the sky was dyed red!