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Rorschach still held the Hammer of Judgment in a dazed manner, while Burkesso sat on the throne with his head tilted, like the former Vorusk.

Immortal King, the title of a tragic king.

Perhaps this throne is not much better than the throne of Canduras.

Burkeseau felt tired that he hadn't felt for a long time.

It didn't come from the body, but a kind of confusion that came from the bottom of my heart.

"Vorusk, are you lonely?"

Burkeseau 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 beings.

Rather than use 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 exude warmth, making Bourkesso more and more tired.

Thinking about it carefully, this barbarian, who is called the strongest, doesn't seem to have slept very well.

The two original legends fell to Bourkesso's hand, pierced the ground straight, and got stuck there.

Bourkessel's blood of the warrior and Bourkessel's solemn oath.

Two original legends.

A gift from the first ancestors.

When Bourkessel squeezed the handles of these two legends, it meant that the ritual of becoming the Immortal King had begun.

Bourkesso tilted his head and supported his cheeks with his hands, doing the action that Vorusk always liked.

Looking at the two legends, he was a little ecstatic.

Even though he has copied these two legendary heavy weapons more than once, this is the second time he has really seen these two weapons with supreme glory.

The first time was when he made contact with the first ancestors.

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

Bulkasso 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 Bulkessel's question.

"It's really a boring sustenance, didn't the first generation fail? Or in other words, on the holy mountain, besides me, who hasn't failed?"

Burkeseau said in a self-deprecating tone.

He put 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 power, Bulkessel did not have much trust.

Most of the ancestors of the holy mountain are familiar with them, so they have trust.

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

Is it just relying on those ancient legends and records of only a few words?

It's just like a joke.

Burkeseau stretched out his hands and grabbed the two legends.

The emerald brilliance seemed to boil for a moment, filled with scorching aura.

The original legend was supposed to have the gift of power, but that power was nothing to the current Bulkesso.

At most, is it a full meal?

The power of time surged in Bourkessel's body, and he felt a sense of prying.

It was as if a certain guy was watching secretly, which made him a little annoyed.

A azure blue crack appeared on the wall behind the Temple of the Elders, and a familiar brilliance appeared at that end.

Bulkasso did not intend to let go of his hands to observe those accidents, the inheritance of the Immortal King was continuing.

Now there is nothing more important than that.

Visions of the First Ancestor are about to appear, and then Volusk will make his last appearance since his existence.

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

Like a formal suit.

The First Ancestor's wasteland suit, which symbolizes the wrath of the wasteland, and the Immortal King suit on Volusk look good.

At least revealing some majesty.

The current Bourkessel is open-minded, with only one skirt and armor tied around the waist by a belt.

barefoot, spread out,

There is no majesty of a king.

Some are just as savage as the name barbarian.

The scar on his body is beating little by little, and then disappears.

Only the scarlet battle lines were left on the chest.

"I never thought that one day the barbarians wouldn't even be able to wear battle armor."

A surprised voice came slowly.

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

Bourcasso rolled his eyes, pinned the two legends to his waist, and brushed the messy hair on his head, showing the blood-red dark soul stone to the first ancestor.

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

Burkeseau said so.

With contempt in his eyes.

The ancestors of the first generation represented many things, and there were always a long line of traditions and so on.

But the past and the present are different.

Two Burkesso.

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

Then they looked at each other with disgusting eyes.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The first generation ancestor said so.

Some helplessly sat on the ground, stretched out his hand and knocked on the ground.

Then he showed a surprised look again.

"Why does this holy mountain only have so much power accumulated? I remember that my body was left on the holy mountain, and that power alone cannot make the holy mountain appear so weak!"

The first generation pressed him.

There was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

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

Burkeseau said casually, lying back, leaning on the back of the throne.

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

But that's better than the **** that Volusk has done on the throne.

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

It's like a neuropathy.

"My body is ruined?"

The first generation ancestor said so.

Then he stood up again, and at this time he began to look at Bulkessel carefully.

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

"Burgesseau."

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"I said, my name is Burkeseau."

The brief conversation fell into silence.

The first ancestor here is just a consciousness that has just been awakened, and he is not clear about many things.

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

It's just a consciousness, it just came out to tell Bulkesuo some important information.

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

The First Ancestor had to find a topic to keep this conversation going.

"Vorusk is now at the bottom of the holy mountain, doing what the great elder should do."

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

Some wine spilled out. After all, suffering is never synonymous with comfort.

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

The first generation said so.

And then connected to Vorusk's consciousness.

He needs some information from his successor on what will happen next.

A consciousness without power is quite useless to be honest.

After all, the first ancestors were never known for their wisdom.

Even in those written records that boasted of him, they never praised his wisdom.

Just mentioned a lot of news that he is good at forging and has great power.

Perhaps even the clerks who recorded his great deeds didn't know how to brag about something unwarranted.

Burkeseau drank the wine silently, then smiled.

Rorschach's change is about to end.

He already felt that Rorschach and the holy mountain under his feet began to have a connection.

Soon, these will officially begin.

"Okay, Burkeseau. It's still a little uncomfortable to call out your name."

The consciousness of the first ancestor became serious.

It seems that he has learned a lot from Volusk.

Including the fact that the real self has recognized the name Bourkessel.

"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 told me how to wake you up, there's a good chance that I won't do it. Besides, your body is finished."

Burkeseau said so.

With some arrogance.

"The world doesn't need two Bourkesels."

The first ancestor was stunned by the words of Bourkessel.

He couldn't figure out why.

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

"I have had contact with you personally, and he recognized it."

Burkeseau continued.

The crack behind him grew a little bigger.

"You have mastered the power of time?"

The first-generation ancestor turned his attention to the crack and asked with some thought.

He did not intend to continue to ask questions about the name.

"Almost, but that one isn't."

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

"The power of time is beyond your imagination, so what bad news do you want to tell me?

I will also inform the dead ghosts that I have become the Immortal King. "

Burkeseau said with a look of disinterest.

"Well, Rasma has a part of her destiny."

The first generation ancestor spread his hands and said so.

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

This is big news.

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

Burkeseau still looked listless.

This news is okay.

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

Burkeseau said lazily.

On the contrary, the first-generation ancestor walked in front of him one step, pressing his shoulders with both hands and becoming nervous.

"Are you serious!?"

This is why the ancestors of the first generation were not excited.

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

This basically became a guy on the same level as the Seven Evil Dragons.

This is the news that has to be taken seriously.

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

Bulkasso 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.

"Burgessau! You tm"

Halfway through the first ancestor's swear words, he was choked in his throat, because his name was also "Bourkesso".

Cursing others is equivalent to cursing oneself.

"Huh, it looks like you already have enough power."

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

Ghosts probably can't breathe.

This action is really useful for calming down the mood.

"Come on, if it was just such bad news, you probably told Vorusk long ago."

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

"Rasma has mastered the part of fiddling with fate, and I couldn't have said it."

The first ancestor spoke slowly, keeping his eyes on Bourkesso.

As if trying to determine something.

"To be honest, if you don't trust me, you can ask Volusk to tell me."

Burkeseau said nonchalantly.

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

These guys have seen too many intrigues.

But the First Ancestor would trust Volusk no matter what, and Volusk would trust Burkesso.

Bourkesso's words reminded the first ancestors that he was the immortal king whom everyone expected to be, not a choice he had to make when there were only a few barbarians left.

Perhaps this misunderstanding is due to the fact that his dress does not look very solemn.

Fortunately, the time is not urgent, so there is no need for a long story.

"At that time, we followed our mother to kill the other angels and demons who stayed in the shelter, and 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 ancestor was already slow, as if he was talking while reminiscing.

"You have a part of the power of life, I know it. So don't say that only Rasma has done disgusting things."

Burkeseau said with some dissatisfaction.

There is no detailed record of what happened at that time, but just from the fact that the first ancestors had the authority to life, those humans who were not children of Inaris and Lilith were probably used for research.

Vasily and the original Bourkessel shared the power of life, and their parting ways must have something to do with it.

As for Rasma, a necromancer who pursues balance, how could he give up the power of life to explore life and death?

"Well, it seems that you and the real me have talked a lot."

The first generation ancestor felt a headache after a long absence, although the dead soul will not get sick.

But as spirits, these guys feel what they think they are.

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

The first generation said so.

Then he looked at the condescending Bourkessel 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, rather than being so casual.

A look that even the ancestors didn't look at.

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

Burkeseau gave his answer directly.

Perhaps the appearance of the first ancestor was a little easy to figure out, so Bulkesso guessed what this guy was thinking.

"Because I handed over the responsibility to you?"

The first ancestors were a little 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 fools, that is, because of Maddock and the others."

Burkeseau gave the answer directly.

Of course he knew the necessity of Maddock and the three of them as gatekeepers, and he wasn't annoyed because they were the gatekeepers.

But for something else on the gatekeeper.

The responsibility of supporting the first generation ancestors!

Before the holy mountain of Arreat was destroyed, that is, when the body of the first ancestor was still sleeping on the holy mountain.

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

The power of the bloodline was taken to support the sleeping body!

This is the reason for Bourkesso's dissatisfaction.

Sacrificing others is always sad.

This is what the first ancestors did.

"Tarik and the others?"

The first generation said with some surprise.

In this conversation, it was revealed how much Burkeseau and the first ancestors valued the gatekeeper.

The first ancestors cared more about Talek, while Bulkesso cared more about Maddock.

As for Klick, he doesn't need the respect and approval of others.

That is a guy who only cares about walking his own way.

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

The first ancestor said something a little bit remarkable, which made Bulkesso's eyes dangerous.

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The influence of that evil sect's legend started from the moment of contact.

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

"Really, I just gave Talic a choice."

When the first ancestor said so, Bulkesso's eyes became more and more dangerous.

an option?

The choice is mostly coercion.

Bourkessel didn't want to worry about the choice anymore.

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

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

At this time, as long as you take the posture of using the whirlwind and start to rotate, even with empty hands, you can set off the same degree of gust.

Perhaps the same thing would happen if the rotation started at the moment of passing through the portal.

The point is to connect anger to everything in you.

If Burkesso wanted to, he could even set off a whirlwind with a wave of his hand.

The conversation with the first ancestor was obviously not a pleasant thing.

At least not now!