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"Young people, this is the time to be full of energy."

Leiko stood in the corner and muttered quietly. Looking at Craig in front of him, he was not sure what Bul-Kathos was planning for a moment.

The rules of life were right in front of him, but he could still act as if he knew nothing. This was not in line with Bul-Kathos's habit.

Leiko turned her head and glanced in the direction of the Elder Temple, her eyes flickering.

She hadn't eaten for a while, so it was better to go eat something now.

As for Bul-Kathos's plan, she only needed to keep observing.

No matter how strong the Immortal King was, he would be restricted.

Whether it was the Holy Mountain or the ancestors all over the mountains, even if these restrictions were not enough to match Bul-Kathos, she still had her!

Leiko had her own hidden treasures, and the abilities brought by the suit alone were not all she had.

That set of Leiko's heirloom armor was her legendary transformation. She could still come up with new things, but she was not sure if she could play a decisive role when facing Bul-Kathos.

At this time in the Elder Temple, Volusk watched Bulkatho walk silently towards the crack.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end it turned into a weak sigh.

"Vorusk, tell me now, then go where you should go, and wait for me to realize your dream!"

Bulkatho turned his head and smiled, and there was a real smile in his eyes.

After devouring part of the consciousness of the first ancestor, he has felt the power of the authority of life.

Although it was just a little sign, with his powerful strength, defeating the rules of death is no longer a problem.

As long as Masail can't get anything new, the only ending waiting for him is to be torn apart and deprived of authority!

"The body of the first ancestor is not completely damaged, the Holy Mountain is his body!"

Volusk seemed to be infected by Bulkatho's confidence, and casually said the truth.

But this truth doesn't seem so beautiful.

The Holy Mountain is the body of the first ancestor, so the Immortal King just temporarily maintained his body for him?

Bul-Kathos looked directly at the weeping angels who were holding out their hands to him, and responded casually, "I know."

He showed no surprise, as if it was not worth mentioning.

Vorusk was a little distracted, and he saw the shadow of Kanai in Bul-Kathos.

The figure who shouted tradition was not necessarily right.

The same without compromise.

The difference was that Kanai refused the position of the two-eared immortal king, and Bul-Kathos chose to take over the burden.

Bul-Kathos had Kanai's power in his body, and the tonic that gave up everything and entrusted his existence to Bul-Kathos made the two barbarians have too many overlaps.

Rather than saying that Bul-Kathos was the successor of the will of the first generation of ancestors, it would be better to say that he inherited Kanai's will.

Then he chose another path.

Perhaps he also inherited some things from the first generation, such as the name and the goal.

"The Immortal King is the master of the Holy Mountain, not its servant. But he also shoulders the responsibility of protecting everything on the Holy Mountain. So you have to protect that body, or become his body."

Vorusk continued.

Should the Holy Mountain continue to accumulate all the power transformed by other barbarians and wait for the resurrection of the First Generation?

Or let your body become the property of the First Generation?

This doesn't seem worth thinking about.

"My name is also Burkesso! And now, only I am called Burkesso!"

Bulkesso's anger flickered.

The double knives in his hands were aimed at the crack in front of him.

His waist twisted slowly, like a spring being wound up.

Every inch of skin on the body without armor shows the concept of strength!

"I think you need a set of armor, or at least a formal suit."

Vorusk muttered.

He still wanted Burkesso to behave like a civilized transmitter, and not show the world the image of a misplaced barbarian.

He was also worried about more things, so it was not so pure.

At least, Kanai would not ask others to do what he could not do.

Bul-Kathos's waist had been twisted to the limit, and the two swords in his hands continued to move.

Lightning began to accumulate on the tip of the sword, gradually turning into a ball of white light that was difficult to look at directly!

The storm did not start with a breeze, but appeared in the room in an instant.

The storm was pregnant with flames and thunder, and the cold froze all the water vapor in the air into ice spikes mixed in the storm.

Volusk watched carefully.

This attack was better than the one that Bul-Kathos slashed at Masail at that time.

The two swords turned into a white light, and in just a moment, they appeared on the other side without any process.

Bul-Kathos looked like that frame was reversed, and the left and right had changed.

The storm was completely eliminated at this time.

The bodies of the weeping angels completely collapsed in Volusk's eyes.

That indestructible thing, which theoretically requires something like a paradox to solve, was destroyed in one blow.

"Destruction?"

Vorusk asked curiously.

He was not unfamiliar with this performance.

The scene when Baal started killing was not much different from this.

The rule of destruction was the first answer that emerged in his mind.

"It's power."

Burquetso has the answer.

Pure strength can bring many accessories, and destruction is one of them.

The two swords in Bulcaisuo's hands trembled, revealing his excitement.

Bul-Katho's solemn oath and Bul-Katho's warrior blood sound like Bul-Katho's weapons.

It's just that the Bulcaisuo in front of him is no longer the oldest ancestor.

"Such a great power, our goal is almost achieved. Hahahaha!"

Jordan Kuller's ubiquitous drake voice came with excitement.

The soul floated quietly to the side and looked at Bulkesso and Warusk.

Warusk did not observe when he appeared, but it had obviously been a long time ago.

"Shut up, if I hear your drake voice again, I might have you operated on."

Bulkesso turned his head and glanced at Jotun Kule in dissatisfaction.

Bulcaisuo made an exaggerated move to sew his mouth, and even the silk thread formed by mana passed through the lips and sewed them tightly.

Then he opened his mouth that looked like it was sewn shut and said, "It's been a long time since I've been truly angry."

Warusk responded with silence.

Genuine anger is another synonym for tragedy.

Wouldn't Bulcasso, who lost his fear, lose other emotions?

Fear and pain are protections for life, and losing these is not a good thing.

Bulqueso's feelings are covered with an impenetrable veil that can be felt and shown.

But not from the heart.

"Kanai helped you, that's good."

Warusk said with some choking.

Only at this time did he fully accept the result of Kanai's sacrifice.

His body flashed with light, transforming into the Immortal King suit that he left before Kanai's tomb.

"My glory is left to you. Whether you use it as a formal dress or as something else. You are now the immortal king."

Warusk disappeared in a hurry, and then returned to the Holy Mountain.

The crack that still existed was still shining with light, but nothing could be seen inside for the time being.

"Hey, are you ready to kill that blabbering Israelite now?"

Jotun Kule shouted at the top of his lungs, the mana on his body pulsating like a layer of flame.

"One more thing."

Bulkesso looked up at the floating Jotun Kule and squinted his eyes.

Then he suddenly jumped up and pulled out Kanai's Box from the heart of Zoldun Kule.

"This thing cannot be left to you for safekeeping."

There was no doubt in the cold tone.

Stop Bulkesso?

Jordan Kule didn't have that idea yet, he was just more excited!

A living person!

Rather than a guy with a human body but only half a soul pretending to be human.

Even though Bulkesso needs a final step to absorb all those memories, the past and completeness are now within sight!

Rorschach watched the actions of several people present without saying a word.

He was feeling the power given to him by the Holy Mountain.

"Is this what you've been feeling?"

Rorschach asked meaningfully.

The anger in his body burned up little by little.

Then the growth began.

What power can the barbarian's sacred mountain provide to the barbarian?

There is only one answer, anger.

Rorschach was now on the fast track to becoming stronger.

After a long time, Bulcasso said this.

"Be careful, don't be fooled."

This is a reminder.

If the first ancestor intended to do something, Rorschach was not up to his standards now.

At least Rorschach, whose bloodline has not been completely replaced in his body, will not be his target for resurrection.

And by the time Rorschach completes the blood replacement, Bulkesso will probably have fulfilled everyone's wish.

…

"Colson, your stench cannot be hidden from my nose."

Anderson said softly as he followed Coulson.

It wasn't loud, but it was enough to make Coulson shiver.

Even though he is already the Lord of Heavenly Hammer, he still feels intimidated when facing an angel.

Most of the people in this country have faith. Although Coulson doesn't believe it, he still has a sense of awe.

"What's wrong? As an agent, isn't it normal to have blood on your hands and dust on your heart?"

Coulson said with a peaceful smile.

He still doesn't know if Anderson has really seen through his background. Even if he failed to cover up the past, he has tried hard this time.

"Agent, that's so sad."

Anderson said this.

As long as everything exists, there is a reason for its existence.

The same is true for the profession of agent.

And this profession is just a product of people competing against each other.

As an angel, Anderson began to shift from a compassionate perspective.

Fortunately, it hasn't spawned any funny arrogance.

“What is it like to be an angel?”

Colson looked for a topic. Even if he used all his strength, it wouldn't take much time to get to Kingpin.

But now is not the time to do that.

The sky hammer in Coulson's hand is called the Fallen Believer, so he is somewhat curious about the gods that exist in his faith.

"An experience that seems to see the world clearly."

Anderson's voice was a little too high-pitched.

But this is his truth.

When he was a priest, he could only place his faith in the existence of gods, but now he is the god he was once believed in.

Changes in identity can also bring about changes in behavior.

However, a portal suddenly appeared in front of them, interrupting him from continuing.

Looking at the portal, Anderson frowned. It's just that the expression hidden under the helmet will not be discovered.

A guy who everyone who knew his name would hesitate after seeing him appeared in sight, and he also had a mature body.

"Hey, brother, let me just say that the barbarian's teleportation spell is really useful, at least it's much better than flying!"

Constantine patted John Wigger's shoulder vigorously and said with a smile.

Then he saw Anderson.

Then four people walked out of the portal one after another.

Nick Fury, Duggan, Spider-Man and Rumlow.

Nick Fury's plane was scrapped, and there was nothing to do if they stayed on the Holy Mountain, so they left Hellboy and Lizzie behind and returned to New York with Rumlow's help.

As for Bucky, he and Steve had a lot to say.

"Constantine, what's the matter with you?"

The holy flame on Anderson's body exploded, and the surrounding temperature obviously increased a lot.

As for Nick Fury, he was speechless at this time, and looked at Coulson in front of him with a not so pretty face.

"I thought you were dead."

Nick Fury said to Coulson.

"I am dead, but I am alive again."

Coulson said with his signature smile.

Rumlow studied Coulson, then frowned.

"I always feel like there's something wrong with you? Isn't it someone who is pretending?"

Rumlow was not unfamiliar with Colson.

So that kind of change made him couldn't help but ask.

Although it is a taboo in the workplace to interrupt the director rashly, Rumlow has already resigned.

Fired by Nick Fury himself.

Now he is at most a part-time worker experiencing life, so naturally he won't worry about being worn in small shoes.

John Wigger already had the gun in his hand, with a small ring on his hand.

That ring was always his reward, his consolation prize.

A casually made iron ring, but it was enough to take his body, which was at the peak of human beings, to an extraordinary level.

This time, he won't be defeated by a few gangsters in a sneak attack.

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From the previous conversation, John Wick felt something was wrong.

Being a little more alert is not a bad thing, at least it will prevent him from being beaten to death under inexplicable circumstances.

As a former killer and now a member of the special agent team, his keen sense has impressed him more than once.

"I'm still me."

Coulson said something sinister.

Now that you've bumped into Nick Fury, it would be weird not to say anything.

With this little time, he could think of a suitable answer to deal with Nick Fury.

For example, for things like being saved by Murdoc, he needed to come up with an explanation that didn't have many flaws in a short time.

Moreover, for SHIELD, resurrection is a thing full of side effects. Even if Nick Fury does not fully believe it, he will not ask questions on the spot.

The black-hearted director is not the kind of person who has no government, so he secretly investigates afterward.

"The great Lord Sky Hammer!"

Coulson's words were ruthlessly taken over, but he was an elite agent and would not tell his true situation just because of the guidance of a voice.

So this is his answer.

"What is Lord Tianhammer?"

With just the right expression of doubt, there is no flaw in it.

Constantine's speaking skills are top-notch, but it's not easy to guide an elite agent like Coulson to expose intelligence.

Especially since this agent is now preoccupied with dikes.

Constantine curled his lips, looking disappointed, and looked at Colson with eyes full of eagerness to try.

For Constantine, Coulson is a good opponent.

At least it's more than enough to practice your speaking skills.

He trusted his feelings more than he trusted his sword.

This is how he survives.