The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

"Hey, Luke."

 Jessica appeared in front of Luke with a wound on her forehead.

 There was a bit of teasing in his eyes.

 She seemed to have the idea of ​​testing Luke's love for her, and appeared in front of Luke with a brand new image.

Though her heart told her Luke wouldn't mind.

 But that kind of female sensibility still made her do it.

Not far behind Jessica, Orak's strong arms picked up Maddock like a chicken.

Originally, Mardoc planned to have a good talk with his heir about battle-related matters, but Luke showed on the battlefield that he had heard about it from Leiko.

To be honest, although he is generally satisfied, Maddock will not stop at the level of satisfaction.

 Luke needs to do better.

 But now Orak plans to give his own tribe, the young warrior Jessica, some time alone with her lover.

 So the relatively "thin" Madoc was unable to struggle and was taken away by Orak.

 “Jessica, where is your long hair?”

Luke looked at Jessica who had some scars and asked slowly, with some sadness in his eyes.

 Then he looked at his lover up and down.

“Punk style suits you too, dear.”

Luke said the most sincere words of love and gently held Jessica's hand.

 It's just that his movements were a little too gentle.

 As if Jessica were fragile porcelain.

 Luke is not stupid, he knows that the way Jessica looks is because of the hand.

 In a short period of time, he had already figured out how to comfort his lover, even if he acted a little stupid.

 Even hiding his sadness in a very clumsy way.

 Failing to protect your lover until the last moment is of course a sad thing.

 “Luke, how was your harvest?”

 Jessica showed her white teeth and smiled like a fool.

Perhaps in front of each other who truly love each other, no one will care too much about their own image.

 Because the love between the two is no longer connected because of appearance.

Besides, the novelty in this may be some kind of interest.

“Not bad, at least I feel how big the gap is between me and the current Rorschach. I also know how to keep working hard.”

Luke said with a smile, and unconsciously placed his hand on Jessica's head, rubbing it gently.

 “Luke.”

Jessica shouted with some annoyance.

 Luke's hands were shaking a little, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

“Luke, let’s deal with that guy as soon as possible. I feel like I can’t let that scum continue to exist anymore.”

 Jessica said with a smile.

 A wave of anger is flickering.

 The murderous intention suddenly arises!

 Jessica finally awakened to the talent of a barbarian.

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 Anger will be generated more quickly, and the impact of anger on the mind will be weakened, allowing more intense anger to be controlled!

 More powerful anger means heavier attacks!

 This talent can be mastered by almost every barbarian, which can better enable barbarians to fight.

 “Then, as soon as possible.”

Luke said with his extraordinarily white teeth.

　A face with some solemnity.

 Purple people?

 How can dying once be enough?

Death in the hands of Bulcaisu is called liberation!

 To die in the hands of Jessica is revenge!

 Jessica's true rebirth requires saying goodbye to the nightmares of the past, and then embarking on the road to redemption with a new attitude.

 …

“Madoc, do you know what your actions will lead to?”

 Orak pinched Maddock's neck and said.

  The bulging muscles of his thick arms were stuck tightly on Maddock's throat.

Maddock's eyes widened, and he looked at Orak without hesitation.

“I am helping my friends, and my actions have led to my friends having a better life! I am a dead person and do not need a stable life, but my friends deserve better things!”

 The determination in his words is very moving.

Even Bulcaisel would be moved when he hears it.

 Because that “friend” is him.

 “Your speaking skills are much better than before.”

Aurak suddenly smiled, but his smile was a little ferocious.

"But you have destroyed the stability of the Holy Mountain! No one knows better than you what the gate of the Holy Mountain is, and what have you done!"

Protruding blood vessels can be seen on Orak's head.

Handled in his arms, Madoc’s spine made a series of crisp sounds!

 Madoc made some minor sacrifices, and the strength of his soul was greatly weakened when he rushed into the Dark Soul Stone!

 The era when the three ancestors were called together has passed, and now Madok cannot even defeat Orak.

As the gatekeeper, Madoc originally had power second only to Leiko and Volusk, but now, perhaps even Olongus, who is least good at close combat, can push Madoc to the floor and beat him up!

“The hope of the barbarians is not the Holy Mountain! My hope is not the Holy Mountain! It is Bulcaisso!”

Madoc blushed and roared, but his voice became very weak under the restriction of Orak.

"Bulkasso! It's Bulcasso again! Why does that idiot Qualkek think that Bulcasso is the future? Doesn't he want to see countless young people exercising in the square? He doesn't want to see happiness become a barbarian.

All of life!?"

Orac once again showed the spirit of a furious lion, his beard and hair were mixed together, and the strength in his arms became more and more powerful.

 Now Maddock can hardly bear it anymore.

 Olac is the center of past glory.

 He is also the last defender of tradition and the past!

 “Orak! Stop!”

Talik said after punching Orak in the chest.

Compared to using words to stop disputes, he still prefers to stop them first and then speak.

Talik caught Maddock's somewhat limp body and stood firmly in front of Orak.

 Olac's steps did not retreat, but his body was pushed forward by huge force.

“God of War? The God of War of an era is certainly respectable, but you have no right to question other people’s beliefs! Orak!”

 Talik and Orak stood on the spot facing each other.

He held the slightly weak Maddock's motionless front and shook Orak's anger.

"The three ancestors have lost their most violent vanguard, leaving only Talik, the hard-working supporter, and Korik, who is compassionate. How should you guard the Holy Mountain?"

 The title of Tarik's defender was spoken by Orak in a contemptuous tone, but he did not react at all.

 Struggling to support? Talik agrees with this assessment.

 If you can kill the enemy cleanly, why defend yourself?

 Aurac looked sullen.

 Three Ancestors are part of the group that restrains the Immortal King.

Although this cannot be exemplified by Bulkesso, the authority of the Holy Mountain controlled by the three ancestors plus the successor of the Immortal King is enough to restrict the Immortal King like Volusk.

 But now, it’s impossible.

If after Bulcaisel ascended the throne of the Immortal King, he planned to do something to harm the barbarians, it would no longer be possible to stop him.

 Among the present barbarians, the ancestors took over the responsibility of the Council of Elders.

 With the addition of the three ancestors, the previous generation of immortal kings and the successors of the next generation, it is a complete force that can compete with the current immortal king.

Leiko's existence can only temporarily replace Warusk's position, and Warusk assumes the responsibility of the great elder.

 The damage to the power of the three ancestors made Bulkesso the only exception!

 No one can stop him from doing anything.

“I have no doubt that Bulkeso will be our hope.”

Talik said this.

 Olac has no way to refute.

  No matter how angry he was, he could not restore Maddock's soul to its original state.

“Prove to me that the three ancestors still have enough power.”

 Olac habitually stretched his hands to his waist.

 It’s just that his God of War Blade has been passed down to Jessica.

Olac’s hand could only hold the legendary phantom out of thin air.

 “Stop it, Orak.”

Burkeso walked forward with a frown on his face.

 He always felt that he frowned a lot more during this period.

 “I will make Maddock recover, you don’t have to worry.”

Burkeso held down Orak's arm and forcefully pushed Orak's arm back to his side.

 “You cannot weaken yourself, Bulcaisel.”

 Olac took a step forward, his chest collided with Bulcaisel's, and he spoke condescendingly.

 If Bulcaisel loses his own origin, he can naturally make up for Madoc's loss.

But just as the barbarians could not suppress the three ancestors of the Immortal King, they could not let the Immortal King become weak.

 Orak's anger was still high.

  “Aolauke, I know very well what tradition means, so I will not break what seems to me to be correct. Let alone use it in the name of innovation.

 It is clear to me that uncontrolled forces are both a savior and a greater threat.”

Burkeso felt that his brain was a little sore.

 Complicated things came one after another, which made even a powerful man feel a little haggard.

“You are talking nonsense, now look at what I do! Bulcaisel! This is one of the few things I can teach you!”

The anger in Orak's body turned towards incandescence, and then a ray of light rushed directly into Madok's body.

 “Do it first! Talk later!”

 Olac's breath began to slump in an instant, and his huge body shrunk visibly to the naked eye.

"Now Mardoc's title is not the Sorrower or the Battle Prophet, but the God of War. Anyway, he is dead and is no longer a prophet, so the title of God of War suits him just right."

Orak subconsciously wanted to hold onto his own God of War Blade, but failed.

“He won’t like my legend anyway, so just keep fighting with your own sorrow. Cassius will take good care of that little bear, right!?”

 Orac said like a roar.

 The figure has faded a bit.

 “I will take good care of every clan member.”

The one who came out was not Cassius, the strongest man from the Big Bear tribe, but Cotur, a somewhat honest guy.

 His promise is the most weighty among the ancestors.

 Only he will keep the promise between himself and the devil.

 “Kutul, it would be nice if you could be more cunning.”

 Cotur is Orac's favorite junior. His body is as strong as an upright bear.

Orak said this.

 The body began to sag toward the ground of the Holy Mountain.

ˆEntrusting oneself with glory and legend is a huge trauma to these souls.

Aurak had just entrusted his God of War's Blade to him not long ago, and now he has given the glory of the God of War to Mardoc.

 He needs some time to rest.

“Also, let the heir of that bastard Madoc know what he has to do if he wants to marry a girl from the Big Bear tribe!”

 O'Rach's last words were decisive.

 And he also slept under the ground full of weapons, accompanied by the soldiers who had died trying to inherit his glory.

 “Orak, you are too stubborn. You are too stubborn to listen to what others have to say.”

Burkeso sighed longly.

This is not the first time he has sighed.

Burkeso always feels like he is becoming more and more like an old man.

  He opened his palm and showed a pink gem that was as ordinary as a roadside stone.

 The power of simplicity!

This is one of the few original legendary gems on Bulcaisel.

 The legendary gem obtained from the female warrior monk, or the female venerable Lian Rasmussen.

 The increased damage from energy-generating attacks and skills is less important.

  But the powerful vitality awakened from the body with the attack is what deserves the most attention.

 “Your slam is perfect for this gem.”

Burkeso said with a sigh.

 Fortunately, Orak is not resting like Qualkek.

 It will only take a while to see this paternalistic God of War again in the Holy Mountain.

  Barbarians never forcefully change other people's wills and ideas.

 In the clash of wills, the stronger one will win in the end, but facing a respectable elder, Bulcaisel has no way to stop this choice.

 “Click might be a better fit for this gem.”

Leiko walked out and said casually.

Burkasso liked this gem very much, and even rejected Karasim's condition of exchanging it for the original legendary Strongman's Bane and the original freedom gem.

 The power of simplicity is really powerful.

Even if you only wear those imitation gems, every punch, every kick, and every chop with the heavy hammer can restore one-twenty-fifth of your body's vitality.

 In terms of attack power, it is even more unparalleled in terms of increase in attack power.

 But he was willing to give the gem to his friend.

 It's like his friends are willing to make sacrifices for him.

“The dead cannot retain their vitality, but they can use this vitality to heal the damage to the soul.”

Madoc looked at the Power of Simplicity and said this.

 He ​​stood upright with Talik's support, looked at the piece of land where Orak always sat cross-legged, and spat hard.

“Mind your own business, I don’t like your old-fashioned God of War Glory at all! I will train a God of War, and even if it doesn’t work, I will merge the Glory of God of War with the Great Bear Tribe again.”

Madoc gritted his teeth and turned around.

No one would look at Maddock’s face without understanding the charm.

Even if it doesn’t look like tears streaming down your face, it definitely won’t look good.

Besides, the older people get, the more they care about face.

 When Maddock was young, he received a lot of guidance and support from Orak.

 How to fight, how to use the strength of the body, and even how to control anger to continue the fight.

These things give Maddock a strong Orak style.

It’s just that Mardoc refused the honor of taking over as the God of War in the name of being a “war prophet”.

 And this elder finally entrusted the glory of the God of War to Mardoc.

 A reincarnation that lasted hundreds of years.