Chapter 447: Madoc seems to be going to the burning hell? (To follow)
The name of Doctor Who is an unknown thing.
Even if someone really called his name, it would be difficult to understand.
His name represents a long list of secrets.
"Just call me doctor. Don't go into details. Just promise me."
As Eleven Ren said this, the smile on his face disappeared.
There are too many damn things.
"I am helping you, definitely not for nothing."
Bulkessor frowned and said, but he seemed very calm at this time, without any fluctuations in emotional changes. Show it.
"We know that you want to know time, and knowledge. For... Genesis?"
The Ninth Doctor opened his eyes wide and looked at Bulcasso.
He sounded serious, not joking.
“Let me say this, power is only one aspect of things like creation. Knowledge is only another aspect, and neither of them can be the pillar of this great goal.
Unless you still Have other ideas, otherwise collecting rules from everywhere will only allow you to improve your world, rather than create it.
If you ask us the answer, we will not be able to give it."
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Zhan Zhan sat on the steps, his face as sad as a rotten persimmon.
“Haha! Bul-Katho, I don’t care what you are going to do. As long as the Nephalem standing at the top is enough.
I don’t care how great you are either. "Dream, because before you realize your dream, my dream will also be realized!"
Jordon Kule tried to interrupt the topic, and he stared at the war with his eyes widened.
Jotun Kule tried to stop the topic from continuing.
He likes this sentence: "A goal of 100 points is only 60 points as long as it is passed, and a goal of 60 points means failure."
This ancient Nephalem ghost does not care about Bulkai How grand is Suo's goal, it is enough for him as long as Bulcaso's goal far exceeds his own goal.
He is the passing grade.
"Creating the world and saving the world are not the same thing."
Gu Yi, who had been silent for a long time, said slowly.
At this time, she looked more relaxed than before.
Perhaps knowledge is enough to help a mage transform himself.
"So what? I just do it."
Bulkessor said this, but there seemed to be a lot more to say in this sentence, but he There was no further talk.
Countless strong men have appeared in the Nephalem, and countless of them have touched the threshold of becoming gods.
But in the end God is still unknown.
"Knowledge is summed up, and summarizing these requires wisdom."
Eleven said this, and then patted the Tenth Doctor on the side.
"To add, exploring the unknown also requires wisdom. Only wisdom can accumulate knowledge. The difficulty of learning and creation is not equal.
I don’t have to leave this time, right?"
The Tenth Doctor said this.
Obviously he is still very sensitive to the topic of "leaving".
For Doctor Who, the difference between being reborn and disappearing is not small.
After rebirth, even the taste will change.
I really hope that among the future doctors there won’t be those who like heavy food.
"Wisdom covers its thoughts with death, but it doesn't matter, I will get wisdom! Because I am power!"
Bulkessor interrupted the conversation rudely.
Mathael has long suffered from the loss of strength.
Perhaps barbarians are the nemesis of wisdom?
Countless years have passed since the first Bulcaisel gave Malthael, who was still wise at the time, a rebirth. However, during an interview, brute force can turn the words full of wisdom into The experience of crying out in pain is still passed down.
Face to face, the one with the bigger fist is louder.
"Get ready now, we are about to blockade Curry Furui."
Zhan Zhan said this, but suddenly his eyes widened!
"Don't you guys have your own TARDIS!?"
The War Doctor roared like this.
He finally noticed that although there were four Doctors staying together, there was only one TARDIS.
"You have to contact the Time Lords above Curry Fury first, and then contact us who are still in our respective timelines through them. We are just here to take a look and prepare to welcome a new life."
The Ninth Doctor fiddled with his own ears and said, the old man made naughty movements and looked a little uncomfortable.
“I don’t want this to end when I see you!”
The War Doctor said this.
He doesn't like to attract people, and he thinks that his mission is to end the war. After the war ended, it was time for him to be reborn. It was a bit fucked to think that he would have such an obvious pair of wind-catching ears in the future.
"Maybe, but you may not disappear."
The Tenth Doctor said with some stumble.
Pointed to himself by the way.
They still exist because Dr. War drank the blood of the Angel of Destiny, so how could War be an exception?
"No, I will disappear. This is my choice. The war took away everything from me, and I took away everything from others.
The end includes me!"
Doctor War suddenly stood up straight and spoke with a firm tone like a mountain.
He has no idea of remaining in this world, and no corresponding desire to survive.
The end must end with him!
...
On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Madoc looked at Luke and Jessica standing there, with some indescribable melancholy on their faces. To be honest, melancholy didn't suit Maddock very well.
After all, the expression on that face that could not be described as handsome at all made it look like a rotten watermelon that had been run over by a dump truck.
It’s still the kind with long hair.
"I have prepared a trial for you. It depends on whether you plan to do it."
Madoc said hesitantly, but his hesitation seemed a little deliberate.
What he prepared was a secret, for which he did not even tell the other two of the three ancestors.
This is an adventure, and this kind of adventure can only be done when Bulqessor is not on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
Now is probably the only chance.
The Immortal King is the patriarch of the barbarians, but there are times when he doesn't care.
Just thinking of a way to get Bulcaisuo to leave the Holy Mountain already made him very anxious.
Worusk will no longer appear, and Reiko and Sonya are not on the Holy Mountain.
To be honest, when Sonya suddenly arrived, Madoc once thought that he had no chance to start this adventure.
Fortunately, Sonya will not appear here for the time being.
Luke looked at Madoc with a strange look. He patted Jessica's back gently, and he didn't look very happy about it.
"Hey! Will I trick you again? You need a decent trophy, or go and wrestle with that big bear, Koutul!"
Madoc said angrily He stood up, his hair swaying constantly as he spoke wildly.
There seems to be something wrong with Madoc now?
“I would like to ask, after I die, when will my soul that appears on the Holy Mountain retain my appearance?”
Luke looked at Madoc in front of him and asked with a smile.
This period of time together was enough for him to understand what kind of person the ancestor in front of him was.
There is no need to carry emotions such as resentment and dissatisfaction, and there is no need to feel the pain of the rough approach.
That's what Madoc is like.
A guy who names his weapon after "sadness" is definitely not as rough as he appears.
At least, he is still delicate sometimes.
"The pinnacle of life! When you appear on the Holy Mountain, you will appear at the pinnacle of life."
Madoc said and glanced at Jessica.
I feel like my eyes are a little weird.
Luke looked at Madoc, his attention mainly focused on the messy hair.
"I hope that the pinnacle of my life is to wear a crisp suit, a white shirt and a tie."
Luke's joke was not very funny, and Madoc looked at Luke's performance like he was a fool.
Luke has realized something.
After all, Madoc directly determined that Luke would appear as a soul on the Holy Mountain.
If they met for the first time, Madoc would probably sneer at Luke's words.
After all, how could a guy without glory appear on Harrogas?
Madoc has probably made some preparations that he doesn't know about.
"Okay, don't waste my time, tell me, do you want to go!?"
When Madoc said this, he seemed to be somewhat contradictory.
From the outside, it was completely unclear what choice he wanted Luke to make.
Rasuk's side has already started a plan, and now Madoc wants to know whether Luke can shoulder that responsibility.
He didn't mean to force him, he just hoped that he could get what he wanted.
“Go to the Burning Hell? Ancestor, is it my recent progress that has deceived you, or am I too weak and you plan to kill me and find another heir?
Although I don’t know very well What is the situation in the Burning Hell, but I don’t think a guy like me who has to risk everything to defeat the demons in the secret realm is qualified to hunt in the Burning Hell.”
Luke Rub. He rubbed his forehead, as if he was wondering if he was hallucinating after having a fever.
As soon as these words were spoken, Madoc's tongue licked the gaps between his teeth everywhere in his mouth. His expression was very strange, and it was impossible to tell what Madoc's attitude was at this time.
Jessica seemed to feel something, looking at Madoc with a strange look.
Perhaps among these young warriors now, Jessica's growth has allowed her to unknowingly leave the others behind.
At least now Jessica has begun to learn Orac's way of thinking about things, and she is keenly aware that something is wrong with Maddock.
“Well, since you think it’s courting death, forget it!”
Madoc spoke slowly to Luke after a long time. The feeling of loss in his body coupled with the originally majestic but now desolate back made Luke a little unbearable.
The shadow of the God of War's Blade appeared on Jessica's hand. Although it was only for a moment, the aura made Madoc immediately become nervous as if his tail had been stepped on.
It seems a bit strange to look like he is ready to rush in and fight at any time.
"Girl! You... know?"
Madoc said carefully, looking at Jessica with his eyes, for fear of hearing the answer from Jessica's mouth Same.
Jessela just nodded slightly. It was hard to tell whether she gave an answer or a random movement.
Madoc grinned, turned around and walked away.
As for the iron-clad purple man, he was stunned in place. The body is already full of tiny cracks.
His value is no longer as great as imagined.
Jessica will no longer grieve over the past.
Just can't leave it there, Zi Ren looks a little disgusting no matter what.
There will be an update of no less than 3,000 words in the follow-up chapter. If everything goes well, it will probably be more than 4,000 words.
Thank you.
(End of this chapter)