The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"You just watch his soul fall into the abyss?"

Burkeso asked Leiko beside him.

 While Vader was telling that story, Leiko had already appeared not far away.

  As for Bulcaisel, he was silently paying attention to what was going on here.

Vida is a trustworthy and good friend, but it is no longer a secret that Vader has a secret.

 Do you suspect that a dead person has any thoughts that he shouldn’t have?

This kind of thing probably only happens on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

 “Is it really possible to escape fate? What do you think? Burcasso?”

Leiko held her arms in front of her body and asked softly.

Looking at Vida's ferocious and crazy look, Leiko couldn't bear it.

 But a veteran warrior who has experienced many battles will not put his kindness where it shouldn't be.

Even though Vida is the Choriz that she longs for.

 The warrior she has loved her whole life.

Even if Joriz defeats fate once, so what?

 The vast power of fate cannot be understood by those who have never experienced it.

Joriz has never left the control of fate, but Leiko can no longer tell Vader what she saw.

 Help Leiko defeat fate?

 Even Volusk has never had such an arrogant idea.

In front of Bulkesso and the others, Vader, or the surviving warrior Joriz, was already standing in front of Rorschach.

A simple wooden stick in his hand struck Rorschach on the head with a loud cracking sound.

How powerful can a barbarian ancestor who was once called a warrior have?

Maybe it’s hard to measure, but at least it can easily crush Rorschach’s head.

Even though Rorschach is the most powerful among the recruits, he is still far behind those ancestors.

　　Too weak.

 Even though Joriz just has a simple wooden stick in his hand, it can be seen everywhere.

“You just watch your heir die like this? And then wait for the next such person to appear in front of you?”

Leiko closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look straight any further.

 Watching your lover doing stupid things for her is a strange feeling.

 But emotion will not control Leiko’s thoughts.

 Even though Leiko has relieved herself of her heavy responsibilities.

 “We have a pact with death.”

Burkeso said softly.

 Leiko can know this, this is something only the strong can know.

 Because it is difficult for a weak person to keep a secret.

Death has made it clear that she will not take away any soul related to the barbarians, so "one" death may make Rorschach sober up.

 As for Joriz, who devoted himself to Azmodan for Raiko, he doesn't know the news yet.

Whether it is Vader or Joriz, they are both powerful enough, but they are still a little bit behind.

 “You have never been so callous before, Bulcaisel.”

Leiko followed the direction from which the sound came and spoke to Bulcaisel.

 There is no urgency, just like how hellos have been for hundreds of years.

“I didn’t need to take on so many responsibilities before. I just needed to hack at the devil every day. That was enough.”

Burkeso didn’t have much to say in defense.

 He is different now.

 At that time, the sacred mountain of Harrogas was full of barbarians, many of whom were powerful warriors.

 But now, the only one he can rely on is himself.

 The only remaining pure barbarian left alive is Bulcaisso.

 Rorschach is his favorite candidate, and he even does not hesitate to give his blood to Rorschach.

 But he needs to face death once and then use that opportunity to examine his soul.

This is also part of Bulcaisel's deal with death.

Nephalem are somewhat different from ordinary people, at least the radiance of their souls is different.

Rorschach should face up to this change and learn to adapt.

The price of Bulcaisel's deal with death was the severed hand bone. The hand bone that Bulcaisel placed on the bedside would be integrated into Leoric's body.

Burkeso agreed!

This is similar to an email address?

Even if it is not suitable for instant chat, it is still possible to convey your thoughts to each other.

 This place will then belong to a pair of old guys who have been in love for countless years.

 Belongs to a pair of lovers who are full of apologies for each other.

"Orek is here, right? He always seems to be everywhere, but only with his help can you master the power of the secret realm."

Johanna came closer and said.

  She discovered something interesting.

There were some guys she was familiar with on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, but they were all hiding.

"Now, you should consider whether to let that Crusader seedling accept your training. The next secret realm is about to begin."

Burkeso did not answer Johanna's question.

 The answer to this question is obvious, but it cannot be stated clearly.

The Nephalem Stele and Orek, the ghost of the ancient Nephalem, are not much of a secret.

 It’s just not the right time to talk about this now.

“This secret realm is actually your trap, isn’t it? Burqaso?”

 The Ancient One used his magic power to pass a question to Bulcaisel.

Burkeso paused slightly when he heard this.

“Be prepared, there will be a fight between two hell demons and an archangel in the secret realm. We will maintain that battle until the last moment.”

Burkeso said calmly.

 It seems like he didn’t hear Gu Yi’s question.

 Gu Yi lowered his eyes and silently followed Bulcaisuo.

 A vast secret realm?

 It unfolds like a joke, and then invites everyone on the holy mountain to participate?

 This is not in line with what normal people think.

trap?

Perhaps, but what’s the point of Bulkesso setting this trap?

 Gu Yi was a little confused.

 Aimless actions only bring chaos.

 Most people eat because they are hungry and drink water because their bodies need it.

  But except for those who lack certain kinds of bacteria in their intestines, no one would choose to swallow feces.

 Because it has no purpose.

Burkeso must be planning something, but Gu Yi doesn’t know it.

What can Bulkeso calculate?

Of course it can only be the devil hiding in the deepest place.

 If we don’t get rid of that guy, all prospects for the future will be in vain.

Diavolo is good at this.

With a muffled sound, Rorschach's body fell to the ground.

 A soul is slowly emerging.

Harrogath will protect the souls of all barbarians, but this kind of protection is not very tenable among the ancestors.

Joriz stared at Rorschach in front of him with red eyes.

 “You are dead now.”

 Chorizzi said dryly.

 Then he sat directly on the ground.

 He is waiting for Bulcaisel to arrive!

 Rorschach's death will definitely alarm Bulcaisuo, and Choriz has also fulfilled his promise to the Demon King of Hell.

  That part of Reiko's soul will be freed in the dark soul stone on Bulcaisel's forehead.

It’s just that I have to stay with Andariel’s soul for a while.

 The dead cannot bear the responsibility of Bulcasso.

 The death of Rorschach will once again eliminate the hope that Bulkeso saw.

For this reason, Joriz was even prepared to be crushed directly.

 It’s just that sometimes, individual will always conflicts with the group.

 Leiko chose the continuation of the barbarians, while Joriz chose Leiko's integrity and freedom.

“This is the first time I have appeared in such a posture. Is my body still moving? Can I still be rescued?”

Rorschach looked at Joe Ritz in front of him and felt very embarrassed.

 A ghost had just killed him a moment ago. His body had his head shot and was being whipped on the floor on the side.

 Then the two souls met again under this circumstance.

Of course, Rorschach did not forget who his murderer was, so he looked at Joriz in front of him carefully.

 “Don’t look, I have no intention of hiding it from others. I am now waiting for Bulcasso to arrive.”

 Chorizzi dug into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of strong liquor.

Having just planned to share it with Rorschach, he finally realized something was wrong.

 “How come you didn’t solidify with the help of the Holy Mountain?”

Joriz looked at Rorschach with wide eyes.

“Because, Bulcaisuo had expected his death, and this time it might make him more sober.”

Leiko’s voice finally appeared in Joe Ritz’s ears.

 At this time, there is no surprise of seeing each other again after a long separation. There is only the kind of embarrassment that comes from the depths of the soul.

“Now, Joriz. You should tell me what stupid things you have done over the years.”

Leiko squeezed Jorriz's wrist, and the bursts of abundant strength made the briefly corrupted ancestor feel palpitations.

 While he was alive, his married life with Leiko was exemplary.

I have never seen Joriz and Leiko get angry even once.

I have never seen Leiko bossing around Joriz.

This is of course not because Joriz couldn't beat Leiko.

 For savages, love is love, and feelings always come with great vigor, but they will eventually leave.

 So being a little more restrained and keeping a moderate distance between each other is the best way to slow down the passage of love.

Every day that Joe Ritz and Leiko get together is like the day they confess their affection.

 “What should I do?”

Rorschach looked at his diary soaking in his brain and wanted to take it out, but he was a new ghost and did not have such advanced magic power yet, making snowballs like an old ghost on the Holy Mountain.

, digging holes and the like.

 I could only look at my diary which was soaked in my own brain and was a little damp, even a little disgusting.

Leiko and Joriz did not pay attention to Rorschach, leaving only Rorschach's lonely soul and his body for company.

  Looking at yourself requires a reason, and loneliness will allow a person to better look at everything about himself.

 Let his soul be with his corpse, and then reflect.

  There will be no problem with his body and soul anyway.

Burkeso has already made plans, and nothing will happen unexpectedly.

 …

“Spider-Man, you should get to know me again. I am a professional, as I said.”

Constantine adjusted his suit and said excitedly.

 “Professional deception? I already regret looking for you.”

 Spider-Man simply took off his hood.

 He ate big bites of barbecue and spoke in a slurred voice.

“I just went out to investigate specific information, but I didn’t expect to encounter a battle directly. Believe me, I am professional.”

Constantine said, slapping his chest.

Then he pointed at Thor and Hela who just passed by them.

“For example, I know those two! One is Thor, the God of Thunder in Asgard, and the other may be Sif? Anyway, there are only a few women around Thor.”

Constantine was talking nonsense casually.

He knew Thor because he was a frequent visitor to the Holy Mountain, but Hela was also a stranger to him.

 Spider-Man looked in the direction of Constantine's finger, and then his eyes almost popped out like a cartoon character.

 What the hell, Hela, the goddess of death, and Thor, the god of thunder, held hands and walked over in an intimate manner!

Peter Parker remembered that the God of Thunder on his side had a lot of resentment towards Hela.

“I am beginning to doubt your professional status now. I know the lady over there. She is not Sif at all, but Hela!”

Peter Parker grabbed Constantine's tie, shaking it and shouting.

 “I’m just a little dazzled, please calm down.”

Constantine felt like he was about to be strangled to death by the gradually tightening tie.

Immediately stretched out his hand to hold down Spider-Man's arm, but facing an out-and-out super human, he didn't have enough strength to stop this from happening.

"I said, I found some news about Jinbin that you mentioned."

Constantine finally took out something useful in exchange for his own safety.

 His voice attracted Rumlow's attention.

"explain!"

 Luke held down Spider-Man's arm and spoke concisely.

“Lord Skyhammer! A servant of Kull, the God of Fear! Does Kingpin have golden markings on his body and a huge hammer?”

 Constantine tried to be concise and to the point.

His tie felt the power of Luke.

The somewhat overwhelmed spine made bursts of friction, making him look very embarrassed.

 “Balza, speak!”

Luke turned around and asked the head hanging next to him, his tone stiff.

 Compared to Constantine, he still trusted some of the gifts given to him by Bulcasso.

“I was just a demon when I was alive! Where can I go to see Lord Tianhammer!”

  Balza's jaw bone kept shaking, and this was the only useful information.

He planned to use this period of time to have a good talk with Constantine, so a lot of hellish slang came out at once.

 Luke felt that this pendant could be used in some different ways.

 “Balza, use the most vicious devilish words to curse people!”

 Luke felt a little excited, he thought he had discovered some big secret.

The Skull of Balza reluctantly followed Luke's will and continued to spit out fragrance.

“Can this thing still be used like this?”

Jessica leaned next to Luke and asked curiously.

"I will try again."

Luke said with a smile:

 “Balza, sing me a RapGad!”

 Balza's head shook violently. He didn't know what RapGod was about, so naturally he couldn't sing it.

 “Well, I can only tell you what I know.”

Balza explained reluctantly.

 He had a feeling this would give Luke some damn ideas.

“Okay, I get it! When we get home, I will buy you the best Walkman! Then you have to learn all the songs on the tape for me!”

 Luke said excitedly.

 Jessica felt something.

“Luke, are you going to use this demon as an external speaker?”

“Of course, I feel like I almost lost my momentum when I came out! Maybe it would be nice to have some background music.”

 Luke responded to Jessica with a smile. The two people's thinking circuits were somewhat similar.

“Hey guys, I want one like this too. At least someone can remind me when I drop equipment.”

Matthew said hesitantly.

A monkey in the distance spit out a fruit pit on the ground with disdain.

 “That guy named Captain Steve, come out!”

Johanna stood not far away and shouted to the group of people.

She didn’t have time to ask the location of the Crusade seedlings one by one. She just hurriedly asked the guy’s name in Bulcaisso and came directly.

Obviously what Bulcasso said was not that clear, or Johanna, who was in a hurry, did not remember what Bulcaisso said.

 “This one is here again.”

Luke said softly.

They were not familiar with Johanna. Even if they had met her twice before, they were not familiar, so in Johanna's voice, they all acted like little chickens.

“I am probably the person you are looking for, but my name is not Captain Steve, my name is Steve Rogers.”

 Steve stood up in confusion, raising the arm holding the shield high.

This scene always reminds people of the story about the little girl named Bai Yuepo who was called Bai Belly.

“It’s you, come with me! I heard from Bulcaisel that you are very suitable for the strength of the Crusaders.”

 Johanna said hurriedly.

The Crusaders mostly do things in a hurry.

  Came on a horse and left on a horse.

On the ground were either the corpses of demons or the materials they were too lazy to pick up.

 “The Crusaders?”

Tony repeated the word with some confusion.

On the other hand, Wayne remembered the name deeply in his heart.

 “Professionals, let’s talk about the news about the Crusaders.”

 Spider-Man said as he grabbed Constantine's tie.

 When he looked at Steve, he was slightly worried.

 Steve is a noble man, but compared to Tony, Spider-Man feels that Tony is closer to Steve.

“How do I know? It’s like I don’t know what the barbarians are. Who knows what corner you came from.”

Constantine finally got free after he picked up a sharp object from his side and cut off his tie.

The whole person was lying on the ground, mumbling.

“The Holy Crusaders are also one of the forces of the Nephalem, so don’t think about it. After becoming a barbarian, do you still want to work part-time?”

Madoc appeared secretly not far away, explained a few words casually, and then left again.

His behavior was somewhat deliberate, but no one present cared about it.

 Our ancestors have been bored for a long time and have a strong curiosity for all new things.

 It’s just that I’m not surprised.

 …

“Leiko, I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

Joriz said with some embarrassment, his two rough big hands were clasped in front of him, looking a little nervous.

 Facing Leiko, it was difficult for him to maintain his original appearance.

 Especially after staying on the Holy Mountain as Vader for such a long time.

 “I knew it, I knew it from the moment Vader appeared.”

Leiko looked at Joriz in front of her without changing her expression, and lay down directly in her hut.

 There was a bear skin spread on a stone bed, which had lost its original appearance under the influence of time.

 The chair is just a round wooden pile, and the table is the same.

There is simply nothing else in the house. It is just like the wedding room of Leiko and Joriz.

"Really? How could I forget that you can trace all the secrets of the past? So tell me, did I really defeat fate by doing this?"

 Joriz is not a fool. He already knows too much information from Leiko's words.

 But at this point, he expected to hear a different answer.

 “In the moment after you ‘died’, before Vader appeared, you defeated fate.”

 There was no trace of emotion on Leiko's face.

　In the days after Jorizzi's "death", Leiko looked for traces of Jorizzi from her fate more than once.

But there was never the slightest picture of Joe Rizzi in Destiny.

"It seems that my approach is promising. It's just that your soul is still in the dark soul stone."

 Joriz said a little disappointed.

 Leiko’s soul is half free, and it will take a longer period of hard work to be complete.

But what Joriz has to worry about now is not this, but how the ancestors on the holy mountain will face him.

 For the sake of one's own goals, harming the interests of the collective.

This approach has always been classified as an error.

“Tell me, Joriz, what did you see inside the Dark Soul Stone?”

Leiko did not respond to the previous question, but asked seriously about the matter in the dark soul stone.

 “You know, fate never lets you out of control.”

 Joriz showed a rare serious look, and then looked deeply at Leiko in front of him.

 That face is a memory that he has been able to see but cannot touch for thousands of years.

That is the beauty that a warrior's soul can only recall in his dreams when he is avoiding the gaze of fate.

 Just now, Joe Ritz needs to make sure of something.

“I have completed my contract with Azmodan, your soul is free, and I can’t do another thing that hurts everyone.”

 Chorizzi’s tone was firm and fearless.

 The aura of corruption that he showed before has finally disappeared.

 Can a broken soul of Azmodan coupled with Andariel's corruption control the warrior Joriz for a long time?

That’s not realistic.

 You must know that Joriz was in a state of being blessed by the Holy Mountain of Harrogas at that time.

 In the presence of Volusk, the immortal king, and Bulkesso, the destined immortal king!

  Completely corrupting an ancestral spirit is not something that Azmodan and Andariel can accomplish!

 They can only set the trigger type of corruption in some scenarios set in advance.

 For example, when Rorschach was alone.

“Tch, Joe Ritz. If you can hesitate even for a moment when you smash Rorschach’s head, I will believe you.

 But what qualifications do you have now to make me believe that you will not hurt others again?”

Leiko looked at Joriz in front of her.

 Leiko, who has been standing on the holy mountain for a long time after his death, has never changed.

 Exists because of obsession, and stubbornly refuses to accept all changes because of obsession.

 But Joe Ritz is different!

 He escaped the control of fate and lived through those long years as Vader.

 The current Joriz is no longer the same warrior as the original one.

 “Now you are not as good as Canuck for me to look at, Joriz!”

 Leiko said a little tiredly.

 The whole person lay directly on the bed that was no longer visible.

 The heavy armor made a violent sound, and Leiko was ready to deal with Joriz's soul herself.

“Was my return also foreseen by you? Or have I always been tumbling in the hands of fate?”

 Joriz said calmly.

 An unknown aura once again appeared on my body.

 That was the last bit of power that the Demon King of Hell left in his soul.

"Destiny has not yet chased me into this world, but I said that when Vader appears, you will have returned to destiny's sight."

Leiko slowly closed her eyes and said casually.

“Can fate be defeated? Leiko! Tell me, can fate be defeated?”

Joriz's voice became louder and louder every time, but he still stood in his original position.

“What kind of person needs to defeat fate? And what kind of person can talk about fate?”

 Leiko said with a charming smile.

"Destiny! Most of the time it is the humble words of the strong, but also the excuse of the cowardly. When did you see Bulcaisel ask me about fate? When did you hear that Volusk would believe in an invisible and intangible thing?

Thing? Knowing destiny is just my escape."

Leiko said with some self-mockery.

 Faced with the important task of continuing the survival of the barbarians, Leiko needs a pillar of support.

 So she chose her destiny.

　　Warusk’s actions brought the barbarians to the most dangerous edge. As the strongest person of that era, Leiko had only those illusory things to rely on besides herself.

 “So now! Are you free!?”

Jo Ruiz's face was filled with waves of dark brown breath.

 What will happen next will determine whether Leiko will personally end this disgusting conspiracy of the Hell Demon!

 …

"Rorschach, Rorschach! Look at this bloody face. You are really a hero."

Rorschach's soul floated quietly in mid-air, talking to himself in front of his corpse.

 It’s quite strange, the throbbing of the corpse is a normal phenomenon.

But it’s a little weird to smoke one thing all the time.

 “You are such a cute little girl, but now you are starting to comment on your own appearance.”

 Worusk looked at Rorschach in front of him angrily.

His figure slowly walked out of the shadows, and the sound of iron boots on the ground made Rorschach immediately notice him.

The reason why Volusk is here is very simple, that is, don't let Harrogath pull the fallen souls directly into the Holy Mountain.

Then it’s really over.

 Even death himself cannot bring Rorschach back to his original state.

 “I thought you would keep me here until you need me.”

Rorschach said casually.

“By the way, Warusk, can you help me get my diary out of my brain? It’s not like I have to copy it all over again.”

 Rorschach is acting quite calm now.