The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Obviously Hellab didn’t want to hear such words from Luke at all.

There are countless warriors on this holy mountain who have interpreted what the saying "risk everything" means.

To put it in a nicer way, it’s called “useless sacrifice”!

There are too many here, both barbarians and other Nephalems have seen too many times like this, but no one feels insensitive.

 Because this kind of thing happened to each of them, every connected, close, hated, and familiar face was faced with this choice of "risking everything" at any time.

 Suffering is everywhere...

 “Conqueror, enough! I say! Enough!”

 Jessica said in the most blunt tone, stretched out her hand and grabbed Herab's wrist through the raging flames.

That sudden increase in power reminded Hyrab of Orak!

“Tch! The power left by Orak in you is not for you to use to stop me at this time!

That should be in a more meaningful place, at a more dangerous moment!"

Halab said without turning his head, but he loosened his grip on Luke's hand little by little.

 Jessica would not attack directly, he knew it very well.

The moment these warriors came to the Holy Mountain, there was no big secret for their ancestors.

 How far they can grow and what characteristics they will exhibit.

These are almost all predictable.

Although their future cannot be determined just like this, there will be no deviation in the general direction.

They have seen countless warriors grow up, and no matter how awkward a person is, there are traces of their changes.

 Jessica is not the most suitable person for Orac, but she is indeed the only one among this group of warriors who may understand Orac.

“Although it is not dangerous at all on the Holy Mountain, it is very meaningful at this time! Your anger has long been integrated into your brain.

 Hilab, Luke is the successor of the ancestor of Madoc, no matter what time it is, this fact cannot be changed."

  Jessica acted like she was communicating with Hailab on an equal footing, which made Luke a little uncomfortable.

 Luke took control of his body with some effort, and the angry flames began to slowly merge into his body.

"Thank you." Luke first said to Herab who punished him severely, then turned his head and looked at Jessica: "Okay Jessica. Don't go on. No one is here.

There’s nothing wrong with it, the only thing wrong is that it’s not strong enough.”

  Luke patted the clothes that were stained red with blood, and a smile appeared on his face.

 His gratitude to Hirab was very sincere. Now Luke has changed.

 He finally understood why Bulcaisel described the powerful ruler in that way.

　Strong is not necessarily correct, but if it is not strong enough, no one will be able to hear you clearly!

“You no longer need that puppet to vent, and we don’t need that scum to prove ourselves. I only have one question, where should I go to enter the secret realm of my ancestors.

 I need to be more determined to become stronger.”

Luke said with his eyes widened. At this time, he finally thought like a mature warrior.

 “Go to Orec, he is behind the Temple of the Elders.”

Halab said this. Although his face was still full of anger, his tone softened unconsciously.

  He slowly took out a broken long stick, which looked a bit slender for a blunt weapon used by barbarians.

“Madoc’s sorrow, I don’t know whether to call it Madoc or sorrow, now it’s yours.”

 After saying this, he punched the stick on the ground.

“I’m going to call him ‘Weak Luke’ and write a note about the weapon in my story.

 A weak warrior, when the mentor who was like his father finished his final journey, he chose ridiculous ‘reason’, thus missing the mentor’s final grand performance.”

Luke said softly, and then grabbed the stick from the ground.

His anger no longer flashed, but the stick was like a lamp, flashing a warm light like a bonfire.

"ha!"

Luke let out a war cry, and a sound wave spread along with the vibration of the air.

 Luke jumped up high, and then stepped heavily on the purple man's chest.

 Hands slightly bent, making a standard landing motion after a jump slash.

 The stick in his hand was like a spear, passing through Ziren's head.

The sound of a blunt instrument penetrating the iron shell is not very pleasant, but it seems particularly refreshing at this time.

“Jessica, I will find the head of a qualified prey, and if not, I will have a wrestling match with the ancestor of Kotur.

 It won’t be long, rather, I hope it’s now.”

 Luke smiled, revealing his exceptionally white teeth.

“That’s best. Our integration can be done after marriage.”

Jessica smiled, turned around and walked away directly.

Zi Ren was like a toad pinned to the rocks beside the river bed with a wooden stick, his body twitching constantly.

 Death is coming, there is no torture, only death that finally does not come suddenly is accompanying him.

The last time he died, he died so quickly that he didn't even have time to feel the gradual coldness that followed the footsteps of death.

 This time, it made up for his regret.

 Died twice, each time a new experience.

 …

“Fuck! Bastard, bastard! Madoc, you bastard!”

 Kahn's figure was squeezed out bit by bit from the gate of the Holy Mountain, cursing in his mouth.

By the time he had completely escaped from the gate of the Holy Mountain and finally stood firm, two figures of his ancestors had appeared in front of him.

 He did not land in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, but appeared at this place the moment he landed.

 There is only one... "den" on the holy mountain that belongs to the three ancestors.

“Talik and Kolik, you don’t know anything about Madoc’s actions, why don’t you stop that bastard!”

 Kahn lost the calmness he always had as a swordmaster.

His relationship with Madoc was not very good, and he even felt that even if he had a chance to become a gatekeeper, that bastard Madoc would definitely jump out and ridicule him.

 But he never thought that he would take over the responsibility of Madoc, and that somewhat annoying guy would completely become a thing of the past.

 “Why——stop? Blowing~”

Talik raised his head while blowing his nose.

There are sculptures made by Madoc a long time ago in this place. The sculptures of the three ancestors form a triangle.

Talik pointed to the sculptures one by one and said: "That is Maddock, this is me, and that is Kolik."

Kahn looked along Talik's fingers, only to find that the sculpture said to be Madoc clearly held two long swords in his hands.

 Of course he is familiar with those two swords, because the original legend is in his hands.

“Now that’s Karn, Talik and me.”

 Colik said obviously unhappy.

 After Maddock disappeared, it took all the strength of Kolik to be able to speak in such a somewhat sad tone.

As his words fell, pieces of gravel began to fall from the face of Maddock's sculpture, and in the blink of an eye, the face turned into Kahn.

“Madoc has known it for a long time. We don’t even know when he knew it. But the guy was prepared from the beginning and waited for this day to come.”

Talik took out the token of shame from his backpack, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

“I didn’t care about this legend at that time. Kahn, although you are older than us, you have not witnessed our growth.

To be honest, that bastard Madoc gave me this legend.

  He said that without the legendary Talik, even the Guardian would not be able to defeat the Battle Prophet.”

Talik should have been filled with anger when he repeated Maddock's words.

 But there were only strong memories on his face.

“It is not my shame to lose to the Battle Prophet. I did not accept this legend at that time, of course it was from the hands of Mardoc.

 Later, in order to become stronger, I chose to challenge the Demon King of Hell.

Of course, I know that I am not strong enough and it is almost impossible to defeat those guys.

 So I chose the weakest one among the demon kings of hell, Belial.

 Then I failed miserably.”

Talik smiled mockingly as he spoke, and then continued.

“That bastard jumped out with this legendary sword, with a fool-like smile on his face. Then he handed the sword directly to me.

He said, ‘This sword has witnessed your shame, shouldn’t it be in your hands?’, I still remember his hateful face at that time.

 So I launched another attack on Belial...

 Then, the Proof of Shame witnessed another humiliation for me, and a victory for both of us.

 After that, Mardoc never defeated me again, and I became the apparently strongest among the three ancestors."

Talik sniffed and secretly glanced at Korik on the side.

The strongest one on the surface is Talik the Guardian, because Talik is the unbreakable shield among the three ancestors.

 When the three ancestors fought together, they were never defeated.

 Talik, who had never suffered a loss in battle, naturally became the "strongest".

“I think you are the strongest one, at least among the three of us at that time.”

 Kelic interjected, with a dull look on his face.

Talik rolled his eyes at him.

"Actually, the strongest among us is the fool over there. A fool who values ​​life regardless of his position. The second is Mardoc, and I am the weakest in a real fight."

Talik said that and he directly covered Kolik's mouth with such force that Kolik's spine even made a sound.

“I have not killed any life except demons. Not even Korik has done this.

  But that’s because my ‘power’ comes from this legend, and my ‘weakness’ is also because of it.

Belial was stronger than Maddock and I imagined. The victory at that time came too hastily.

 But I know nothing and am even complacent.

Madoc may have known where all this was going, but he didn’t say it. He even laughed without looking serious.”

Talik continued to tell, and Kolik wanted to pry off Talik's hand, but finally let it go.

Kahn looked at Tarik with his eyes. He didn't know what Tarik meant by what he said at this time.

“My shame comes from Belial, because of arrogance and arrogance!

That was the first time I realized the power of lies, and lies and truth are only under the control of Belial. Belial said, 'Everyone you will kill will be your friend, relative and lover. You

Will spend his life in backache and shame'.

This thing, which I don’t know whether it is a lie or a curse, was suppressed by this legend, and it was Madoc who really suppressed these things.

 I will no longer kill any life except demons. Because it will not bring any glory. This legend has become a "proof of shame".

 It contained some power that belonged to Bile, until I completely tamed this legend and it became my own legend with strange powers.

 Madoc said it was fate.

 It will not be destroyed, like Maddock's Sorrow. As long as we exist, these legends will reappear in our hands.

Kahn, you have become the gatekeeper, which means that Maddock has already seen some clues.

Either he already knew that you were the candidate from the first Bulcaisu, or he knew through fate that you would be the destined next one."

 Kahn’s body was trembling as he listened to Tariq’s story.

“You mean that Maddock, who is so much younger than me, saw that I would be his next one when he was a teenager?”

 Obviously Kahn was not able to accept the news.

 At this time, Korik finally broke free from Talik's hands.

“When will we tell Bulcaisso about this? Wait until he comes back or should we go now?”

Kelik glanced at the sculpture in the distance and gritted his teeth.

Bulkessor is the Immortal King, and all this should not be hidden from him.

“We’ll talk about it after he comes back. I don’t want to look at him with a straight face despite being obviously sad. Even if he has tears streaming down his face, it’s more comfortable to look at than an expression like a coffin board!”

Talik roared somewhat roughly.

 His story was interrupted at this point.

Kahn squinted his eyes and looked at Tarik and Korik.

 He felt that these two guys were hiding something from him.

 There is not much age difference between Bulkesso and them, at least they are of the same generation.

 But it seemed like there was some secret that Kahn didn't know.

“The Immortal King is a responsibility, and I always think of this responsibility as a joke.”

Kahn bared his teeth and looked at Tarik tentatively, his eyes unable to be seen through his squinted eyes.

“If it’s a joke, this is probably the most dangerous joke. At least I can’t laugh.”

Talik turned his head stiffly, his owl-like movement making him look particularly eerie.

But he is already a ghost, so it is normal for him to be a bit spooky.

 “Are there any immortal kings alive? Except Bulcaisel, I mean.”

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 Kelic said meaningfully.

  In exchange, Kahn looked at him like he was a fool.

“Do you think there are any dead people who are still alive? Or are there any living people who are dead?”

Kahn glared at Kolik and walked directly under the sculpture of himself.

 As gatekeepers, they will be the most important force when containing the Immortal King.

 But you must also follow some orders of the Immortal King.

  New employees always have to wait for their bosses to arrange work, and there is nothing wrong with this.

 After hearing a somewhat "old-fashioned" story, Kahn was not as angry as before.

 But it’s just not “that angry”.

“Madoc’s original goal was death, right?”

Kahn asked without looking back.

 A dead person is not afraid of death.

 And the power of death is what Bulkesso needs most right now.

The one that blended into the Holy Mountain and waited until Bulcaisel was destroyed was just the icing on the scene.

“It’s just that he no longer needed to plan for death.”

Talik nodded, and then walked directly into his sculpture.

 Next, he will use the method that can only be used by the "Three Ancestors" to tell Kahn something.

“The Immortal King is immortal, but only legends are immortal.”

 Colik answered his question, and then smiled at Kahn's background.

The name Bulcaisso has always represented a lot of things.

Talik and Korik both tacitly concealed the fact that their first generation ancestors had not yet completely cooled down.

The third ancestor is the gatekeeper chosen by the first generation ancestor. If the first generation ancestor has completely cooled down, then after Madok disappears, Kahn will not get a make-up result.

Madoc likes this kind of temptation, and every move will bring multiple rewards.

Always like this!