The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

On the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

 Mr. Craig, the Immortal, has a new existence in his consciousness.

And his uniqueness also completely fell into the eyes of the reincarnated Vandaloni (Krashim)!

"life?"

 These two words came out of Craig's mouth.

 The tone is no different from Karasim's.

 But you can still see a horrifying light in your eyes!

 Craig's life was not false, his lost love and resentment towards immortality never disappeared.

 And he is truly alive.

“Young man, I will not destroy your soul and will, but you need to become one with me!”

Karasim said this.

 The mantra under my feet suddenly spread out!

This rare and powerful man used his soul to send out a reminder, calling out to everything he was familiar with!

This is Harrogath!

 The moment the Holy Mountain was enveloped by other forces, the ancestors were already on their way!

 “Fandaroni!”

 A roar!

 The visitor is the barbarian swordmaster! Karn!

 He and Vandaloni have known each other for a long time, but their relationship is not very harmonious.

 “Is Bulcaisel on the Holy Mountain? I have something to tell him!”

 With the help of Craig's body, Vandaloni spoke immediately.

His soul is escaping little by little, and this dispersion will continue until he can merge with Craig's consciousness.

 “He is accepting the honor of the Immortal King, and you are actually reincarnated again!?”

 While Kahn was speaking, many ancestors appeared behind him and were watching.

 The ancestors were somewhat confused about which name the reincarnated monk should be called, but except for Karn, the other beings were not familiar with Vandaloni.

 But Karashim is their recognized partner.

“Traditional...Okay! Let me tell you those words for me! I will become one with this kid soon. There may be some forgetfulness by then.”

 With the help of Craig's body, the monk began to tell the story of his experience.

 Including Lilith's resurrection and a brief analysis of Malthael's plot!

None of the barbarian ancestors present interrupted, they just listened quietly.

 Until Vandaloni’s voice was so weak that it could no longer be heard.

 As the power of the mantra dissipated, Craig lay stiffly on his back on the ground.

 The ancestors began to exchange opinions with each other at this time.

 Only Swordmaster Karn looked at Craig in front of him and said nothing for a long time.

“Lilith, common mother of the Nephalem? What does Malthael want to do?”

Madoc crossed his arms, tilted his head and kept thinking.

 But the other ancestors focused their attention on Talik.

Talik's opinion is decisive, and the gatekeeper enjoys a higher status than the ordinary ancestors.

 “Our Lady of Grace, save us?”

 Talik recited Rasma's last words and looked up at Maddock who was thinking about it.

“I have no doubts about the fact that Lilith is knowledge, but what does Malthael want to do?”

Talik turned his questioning eyes to those ancestors.

 All the ancestors were constantly using their brains and thinking desperately.

“The combination of wisdom and knowledge may be more suitable for creation than fate plus knowledge! The world over there is already going to perish!”

Leiko passed through the souls of the ancestors and yawned as she spoke.

It is already unusual for Rasma to speak out words seeking salvation.

 Rathma's power was enough to get him everything he wanted, except the things that never came.

“Is Malthael’s purpose to devour? Or to cooperate?”

Madoc muttered.

 This question is very important.

If Malthael chose to devour Lilith, then how could Rathma wake up his mother in front of Malthael?

 And Malthael's power should be greater than Lilith's, and there is no need to sacrifice the near for the distant.

 Unless Malthael knows some secret about Lilith!

“None of this is unimportant, Bulcaisel will take care of it.

 He is about to become the immortal king!

 The problem now is that this child, after becoming the reincarnation of a warrior monk, does not have the power of the Nephalem in his body."

 Cassius tugged at his beard and looked at Craig on the ground.

 Craig's soul has begun to transform into the image of Karashim.

 The long hair that fell out and the beard that grew made him look older than he had been for many years.

“The blood of the monk? Maybe Johanna and I can each give him some blood?

 In this way, he can probably get the balance of his bloodline, right?"

Leiko looked up at the Elder's Temple, which was blocked by the Holy Mountain, with some expectation in her eyes.

 He felt the power of the Archangel of Justice, and if nothing else happened, Bulcasso became stronger again.

The bloodline of a monk is a balance of half angel and half demon.

 When he showed the dark figure of Ling Guanwu, the divine radiance exuded illustrates this point.

 Barbarians are more like demons, while Crusaders are more like angels.

 But no one knows whether such integration can achieve the results they hope for.

“There is still life! Don’t say you can’t feel the essence of Craig, he is a creature of a certain world! Just why!?”

 Cargiu hit his palm hard with his fist, making a loud noise.

 He looks a little ugly.

The power of life is not controlled by death? Instead, he came to this world as an ordinary human being?

 Cargiu can't quite understand this kind of thing.

“Maybe the gods in this world have some plans that we don’t know about?”

Madoc raised his head and glanced at Leiko.

 About the things about the gods of this world, Bulcaisuo may hide something from them.

 But he will not hide it from Leiko.

 Because Leiko is on the same level as those guys.

 Madoc needs more information from Leiko.

“Okay, we still have Kanai’s Box! The worst we can do is throw my blood in together with Johanna’s blood. The power of Kanai’s Box is enough to create a blood that suits the physique of a monk!”

Leiko said a little irritably.

 She has already felt that the power outside the Temple of the Elders is weakening, and Bulcasso is about to come out!

 …

 “Let’s go, Rorschach!”

Burkeso held two legendary gems in his hands and greeted Rorschach.

Even if Rorschach becomes the new Archangel of Justice, he is still a member of the barbarians!

The blood of the stag tribe will not be completely excluded by the mere person of the archangel.

And Tyrael still has some sense of proportion.

If Rorschach is taken from the hands of the barbarians, then the higher heavens will have to bear corresponding revenge!

 Reciprocal revenge!

 Now barbarism has such power!

 “Is this the world as seen by the archangel?”

Rorschach turned his head and looked at the light wing behind him, feeling a little embarrassed.

 A new perspective, and the indifference of human nature filled his heart with uneasiness.

 “Rorschach, I say! Let’s go!”

Burkeso took the two knives on the ground in his hands with a casual move, and then hung them on his waist.

As for the old man who just walked out of the crack, he was standing at the door of the Elder's Temple, tapping the layer of energy with his hand.

 “Am I human now or what?”

Rorschach took off the nut hammer from his waist and placed it in front of him for observation.

 He asked about Bulcasso.

 Slightly panicked.

 “You are the barbarian, the leader of the next stag. But if you want to ascend to the position of leader, you will have to wait.”

Bulkessor walked to the door of the Elder's Temple and looked at the light outside and said.

Burkeso never thought that he would be defeated, let alone that he would die in battle!

Therefore, Rorschach may have to fight as the successor and the next one for a long time.

 As for the power of the Archangel?

This just allows Rorschach to observe Tyrell's perspective.

Perhaps that dark bastard will come out one day and take his power back from Rorschach.

Burkeso thought so.

 It’s just that he didn’t know that after Tyrael returned to the higher heaven, he died as a human in the hands of Israel!

That incomparable force has also become a balancing force!

"ha!"

Burkeso stood at the top of the steps and let out a loud enough war cry!

 The two swords at the waist are emitting a strong light!

 The Holy Mountain began to converge its energy, and green grass grew on this silent mountain.

 “I! I am the Immortal King!”

Burkeso roared.

 The blood in his body is rapidly surging.

That mixed force kept gathering on him.

 Then it turned into pure life breath and spread on the earth!

The sound of tomahawks breaking through the air was echoed by the sound. From the corner of the holy mountain, a mouse poked its head out and looked around.

Not far behind the mouse, a fox jumped up high and pounced on the mouse!

Moss finally climbed up on the huge abandoned stone building!

 Several rabbits ran out of the dry bushes.

 “Bulkeso!”

Leiko roared loudly!

 The low cry of a bull came from behind.

 The blood-red and strong body gathered into a whole cow and appeared there, but it lacked a pair of horns that were strong enough.

 The bull's feet kept scraping the ground, seeming a little anxious.

 “Bulkeso!”

 This is the voice of Kanuk!

A golden light emerged from his soul, converging on the bull's head and forming strong horns!

 The bull raised its head and shouted loudly to the sky!

 “Bulkeso! Haha!”

Madoc shouted loudly and laughed.

 The storm rose with his voice and broke the withered branches to the ground!

 The snow on the ground faded away in the storm, revealing the soil that should have been fertile!

 The remains of broken weapons can be seen everywhere on the ground, rising into the sky with the strong wind!

 The metal rubbed together and turned into thunder, landing on the withered branches!

 The flames rise!

 “Bulkeso! Oh!”

Talik grabbed Cassius by the neck and yelled!

His anger spread all over the ground like water!

 The green grass that had just sprouted grew taller in an instant!

 The anger of the Tagus tribe is the praise and miracle of life!

 In the fractures where the dead trees fell, saplings began to sprout!

 “The Immortal King!”

Cassius punched Tarik in the throat, interrupting Tarik's "Oh!"

 A big bear appeared behind him!

 The big bear stood upright and roared at the river that had just begun to thaw!

 “The Immortal King!”

 This voice is extremely deep!

 This is the roar from Kotur!

 The big bear raised his palms and smashed them heavily on the ice of the river!

 “Crack!” The sounds merged into one! The ice surface was completely turned into powder!

 A fish leaps up from the rushing river, its scales reflecting the dazzling light between the sunlight and the water waves!

 The long, sleepy voice of Orak sounded.

The big bear stretched out its mouth and bit the fish in its mouth!

The big bear will never go hungry, this is what the God of War wants!

 All the ancestors raised their heads and looked at Bulkesso who was standing at the top.

 Looking at the pair of swords that were emitting dazzling light!