Chapter 361 Two Bulcasso (guaranteed, more to come)
Rorschach still held the hammer of judgment with a dazed look, while Bulcaisso sat on the throne with his head tilted, like It's the same posture as Warusk's before.
The Immortal King, a tragic title of king.
This throne may not be any better than the throne of Khanduras.
Bulkessor felt tired that he had not felt for a long time.
It didn't come from the body, but from a kind of confusion deep in the heart.
"Warusk, are you lonely?"
Bulkessor knocked on the broken armrest of the throne with his hand and asked casually.
Even if he didn't expect to hear Volusk's answer.
Lonely?
Of course it's lonely.
Thousands of years of silence without much communication with other beings.
Instead of describing it as lonely, it is better to think about why Warusk did not fall into madness in the long loneliness.
The throne began to radiate warmth, making Bulcasso increasingly tired.
Thinking about it carefully, this barbarian who is called the strongest seems to have never slept peacefully.
Two original legends fell to Bulcaisuo's hands, pierced the ground, and got stuck there.
Bul-Katho's Blood of Warriors and Bul-Katho's Solemn Oath.
Two original legends.
A gift from the first ancestors.
When Bulcaisel pinches these two legendary handles, it means that the ceremony of becoming the Immortal King has begun.
Bulcaisel tilted his head and supported his cheek with his hands, making the gesture that Volusk always liked.
Looking at the two legends, he was a little lost.
Even though he has imitated these two legendary heavy weapons more than once, this was the second time he actually saw these two glorious weapons.
The first time was when he had contact with the first ancestor.
“A symbol of victory? Is this the name the tribesmen use to describe you?”
Bulcaisel spoke to the two legends in front of him like a madman.
Although the weapon cannot speak, the flickering light seems to be responding to Bulkesso's questions.
"It's such a boring thing to put your heart to. Didn't the first generation fail? Or is there anyone on the Holy Mountain who hasn't failed except me?"
Bulkessor said in a self-deprecating tone. Said.
Putting his hands on his knees, his eyes were a little cold.
Trust is easier said than done.
Even for the ancestor who established the strength of the barbarians, Bulcaisuo did not have much trust.
Most of the ancestors of the Holy Mountain are familiar to Bulcaisuo, so they have trust.
But what can be trusted about an ancestor who has long since disappeared from everyone’s sight?
Is it just relying on those ancient legends and fragmentary records?
It's almost like a joke.
Bulkeso said, stretching out his hands and grasping the two legends.
The emerald green light seemed to be boiling for a moment, filled with burning breath.
The original legend should have given power, but that power is nothing to Bulcaisuo now.
At most, it can be considered a formal meal?
The power of time surged through Bulcasso's body, and he felt a sense of spying.
It was as if someone was secretly observing, which made him a little annoyed.
A blue crack appeared on the wall behind the Elder's Temple, and a familiar light appeared on the other end.
Bulkeso does not intend to let go of his hands to observe those accidents. The inheritance of the Immortal King is continuing.
There is nothing more important than that right now.
Visions of the First Ancestor will appear, and then Volusk will make his last appearance in existence.
It’s just that there seems to be something missing from Bulcasso’s body.
For example, a formal suit.
The wasteland suit symbolizing the wrath of the wasteland worn by the first ancestor and the Immortal King suit worn by Volusk both look good.
At least it reveals some majesty.
Now Bulcaisuo's body was exposed, with only a skirt and armor tied around the waist by a belt.
Barefoot, loose,
without any majesty of a king.
There is just the same barbaric atmosphere as the name barbarian.
The scars on the body are beating a little bit, and then disappear.
Only the red war marks were left on the chest.
"I never thought that barbarians would one day not even be able to wear armor."
A surprised voice came slowly.
The image of the first generation ancestor appeared on the side of the throne, speaking in a tone of distress for the child.
Bulkessor rolled his eyes, pinned the two legends on his waist, smoothed the messy hair on his head, and showed the scarlet dark soul stone to the first generation ancestor.
"I never thought that one day the barbarians would need a temporarily vacant cage to become the immortal king."
Bulkessor said this.
The eyes are full of contempt.
The first generation ancestors represent many things, and there are always many things like traditions lined up in a long line.
But the past and now are no longer the same.
Two Bulkesso.
They appeared in the same place across a long period of time.
Then they looked at each other with disgust.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
The first generation ancestor said this.
He sat on the ground helplessly, stretched out his hand and knocked on the ground.
Then he showed a surprised look again.
“Why does this holy mountain only have such a small accumulation of power? I remember that my body was left on the holy mountain. That power alone cannot make the holy mountain appear so weak!”
The first generation asked.
My eyes were a little confused.
"You are talking about the Holy Mountain of Arreat, and this is the Holy Mountain of Harrogas."
Bulkessor said casually, lying back and leaning on the back of the throne.
This is very rude and lacks dignity.
But this is better than the shit Volusk did on the throne.
Fortunately, Warusk would wipe those marks silently every time when he was alone.
Just like a psycho.
“My body is ruined?”
The first generation ancestor said this.
Then he stood up again. At this time, he began to look at Bulkesso in detail.
“By the way, I haven’t asked your name yet.”
"Bulkesso."
"What's wrong?"
"I said, my name is Bulkesso."
The brief conversation fell into silence.
The first generation ancestor here is just a newly awakened consciousness and is not clear about many things.
At least he didn't know what happened after he left this consciousness.
It's just a consciousness. It comes out just to tell Bulcaisuo some important information.
“I remember, when I came out last time, the guy I saw was named Volusk?”
The first generation ancestor had to find a topic to keep the conversation going. .
“Worusk is now under the Holy Mountain, doing what the Great Elder should do.”
As Bulcaisel spoke, he opened a wound on his arm and poured Qualkek's bitter wine into his mouth.
Some wine was spilled. After all, hardship is never synonymous with comfort.
"You are a little different from what I imagined."
The first generation said this.
Then connected to Warusk's consciousness.
He needed some information from his successor about what was going to happen next.
A conscious body without power is quite useless to be honest.
After all, the first generation ancestors were never known for their wisdom.
Even in those written records that boasted about him, they never praised his wisdom.
Just mentioned a lot of news that he is good at forging and has great strength.
Perhaps even the scribes who recorded his great achievements didn't know how to boast about something that was unfounded.
Bulkessor drank wine silently, and then smiled.
Rorschach's transformation is almost over.
He could already feel the connection between Rorschach and the holy mountain at his feet.
Soon, these will officially begin.
"Okay, Bulcasso. I'm still not used to calling out my name."
The consciousness of the first generation ancestor became serious.
It seems that he already knows a lot from Warusk.
Including the fact that the real self has recognized the name Bulkesso.
“I thought I could tell you how to wake me up instead of telling you the worst news.”
The first generation said so.
"Even if you tell me how to wake you up, I will most likely not follow it, and besides, your body is already dead."
Bulkessor said this. With some arrogance.
“The world does not need two Bulkesso.”
The first generation ancestor was stunned by Bulcaisuo's words.
He couldn't figure out why.
Is it because after a long time, the barbarians can no longer accept living barbarians with the same name?
"I have been in contact with you personally, and he recognized this."
Bulkesser continued.
The crack behind him became a little bigger.
“Have you mastered the power of time?”
The first generation ancestor then turned his attention to the crack and asked with some thought.
He did not intend to continue asking questions about the name.
“Almost, but not that one.”
Without even looking, Bulcasso raised his hand and pointed at the crack behind him with his thumb.
“The power of time is more powerful than you imagine, so what bad news do you want to tell me?
I also want to inform those dead ghosts that I have become the Immortal King. "
Bulkasso said with an uninterested look.
“Well, Rasma controls part of the destiny.”
The first generation ancestor spread his hands and said this.
In his opinion, this news was enough for Bulcasso to sit there upright.
This is big news.
"Which part? Fiddle with fate or show fate?"
Bulkasso still looks listless.
The news is okay.
"By the way, have I told you about Diavolo becoming the Great Demon God?"
Bulkessor said lazily.
On the contrary, the first generation ancestor walked up to him in one step, pressed his shoulders with both hands and became nervous.
“Are you serious!?”
It is no wonder that the first generation ancestors were not excited.
What the Great Demon God represents is half the God of Creation.
This is basically a guy on the same level as the Seven-Headed Evil Dragon.
This is the kind of news that must be taken seriously.
"Yes, I chopped off his dog...his head."
Bulcaisel originally wanted to say "dog head", but suddenly remembered that the body used by the Great Demon God was Leah's, so he had to change his mind.
"Bulkessor! You bastard!"
The first generation ancestor was choked in his throat halfway through his curse words, because his name was also called "Bulkessor".
Swearing at others is equivalent to scolding yourself, but that’s okay.
“Huh~ It seems you are powerful enough.”
The first generation ancestor took a deep breath that belonged to the shadow, although there was no airflow at all.
Ghosts probably can’t breathe.
This action is really useful for calming down your mood.
"Tell me, if it was just bad news like this, you would probably have told Warusk long ago."
Bulkasso became a little more serious and looked at the figure in front of him.
"Rasma has mastered the part that manipulates fate, but I couldn't say it originally."
The first ancestor spoke slowly and leisurely, keeping his eyes on Bulcaisuo.
As if trying to determine something.
"Honestly, if you don't trust me, you can ask Warusk to tell me."
Bulkessor said nonchalantly.
Just like he couldn't trust the first-generation ancestor who had been separated for who knows how many years, the first-generation ancestor wouldn't trust him easily.
These guys have seen too many intrigues.
But the first generation ancestors will believe in Volusk no matter what, and Volusk will trust Bulkesso.
Bulkessor's words reminded the first generation ancestors that he became the Immortal King because of popular expectations, and was not a choice he had to make because there were only a few barbarians left.
Perhaps there is such a misunderstanding because his dress does not look too solemn.
Fortunately, time is not urgent, so there is no need to make a long story short.
“At that time, we followed my mother to kill other angels and demons who stayed in the sanctuary. Their bodies were all taken away by Rasma. I only found out when Rasma and I were fighting. He has mastered part of the power of destiny."
The first generation ancestor was already speaking slowly, as if he was reminiscing.
"I know that you have some power over life. So don't just say that Rasma did something disgusting."
Bulkessor said with some dissatisfaction. With.
There are no detailed records of what happened at that time, but judging from the fact that the first-generation ancestors had control over life, it seems that those humans who were not the children of Inaris and Lilith were often used for research.
Vasily and the first-generation Bulkesso jointly held the power of life, and their separation must have something to do with this.
As for Rathma, a necromancer who pursues balance, how could he give up the power of life, a thing that explores life and death?
"Well, it seems that you have talked a lot with the real me."
The first generation ancestor felt a headache after a long absence, although the dead souls cannot get sick.
But as spiritual beings, these guys feel what they think.
“Rasma almost took away the part I had, but the share in Vasily’s hands basically fell into Rasma’s hands.”
This is how it was in the first generation. Said.
Then he looked at Bulcaisuo, who was carefree, with some doubts.
He knew from Warusk how powerful the guy in front of him was, but he still felt a little doubtful.
A strong person should have some style, rather than being so casual.
He looked like his ancestors didn’t even notice him.
"Don't think about it. I respect all ancestors, but I don't respect you very much, especially since you are just a consciousness."
Bulkessor gave his answer directly.
Perhaps it was because the appearance of the first generation ancestor was a bit easy to figure out, so Bulcasso guessed what this guy was thinking.
"Because I gave you the responsibility?"
The first generation ancestors were a little concerned about this reason.
He never thought that he would be despised by his descendants.
"No, I look down on you because of what they call the Three Idiots, namely Madoc and the others."
Bulkessor gave the answer directly.
Of course he knew the necessity of Madoc and the three of them as gatekeepers, and he was not annoyed because they were the gatekeepers.
But for something else in the gatekeeper.
The responsibility to support the first generation ancestors!
Before the Holy Mountain of Arreat was destroyed, that is, when the bodies of the first generation ancestors were still sleeping on the Holy Mountain.
The three ancestors who are still alive will no longer become stronger.
The power of blood was used to support that sleeping body!
This is the reason why Bulkesso is dissatisfied.
It is always sad to sacrifice others.
This is what the first ancestors did.
"Talik and the others?"
Chudai said with some surprise.
In this conversation, it was revealed how much importance Bulkesso and the first ancestors attached to the gatekeepers.
The first generation ancestors cared more about Talik, while Bulqessor cared more about Madoc.
As for Kolik, he does not need the attention and recognition of others.
That’s a guy who just wants to go his own way.
"I didn't use the evidence of shame to influence their will!"
The first generation ancestor said something a bit remarkable, which made Bulcasso's eyes become dangerous.
Bulkessor has always been a little concerned that the weapon of Proof of Shame was obviously not something that Talik created out of thin air, but he has never been able to ask where this legendary weapon came from.
Now that he had the answer, it made his anger rise.
The influence of that evil legend begins from the moment of contact.
The first generation said that they did not use the legend, but Bulcaisuo didn't believe it.
"Really, I just gave Tarik a choice."
The first generation ancestor said this, and Bulcasso's eyes became more and more dangerous.
A choice?
Most of the time, choice is forced.
Bulcaisel no longer wanted to worry about the choice.
The anger in him passed through the two heavy weapons at his waist, and began to blow up a storm in the room.
Whirlwind can sometimes be released without using a weapon.
For example, the moment a war cry is issued, the anger will be connected with all the equipment on the body.
At this time, as long as you assume the posture of using Whirlwind and start spinning, you can create the same level of strong wind even with bare hands.
Perhaps this is also the case when it starts spinning the moment it passes through the portal.
The point is to connect the anger with everything about you.
If Bulcaisso wanted, he could even wave his hand to set off a whirlwind.
The conversation with the first generation ancestor was obviously not a pleasant thing.
At least not at all now!
There will be at least one chapter with more than 3,000 words. I will try my best to write up to 5,000 words.
Don’t wait, get up early and watch.
Suddenly I found that my work and rest were disrupted again...
(End of this chapter)