Luke crouched behind a rock on the sacred mountain of Harogas, clutching a piece of black bread in his hand like a blind stream, almost holding his hand in his cuff.

The brown bread in his hand was taken to make him appear less deliberate, and he didn't think about the fact that he was running behind the rocks to eat.

From time to time, he poked his head out from behind the rock and looked at Jessica Jones, who was wielding an axe in front of him.

He still cared a little about Maddock's words, maybe he cared about Jessica Jones.

After Luke met Jessica, he always had a feeling of destiny.

It's just that his head has long fallen into the eyes of Jessica Jones and Orlac.

After all, a black head grew on a snow-covered stone, as conspicuous as a mushroom on a mop that had been left for a long time.

"What is that?"

Jessica was still wielding her hand axe, honing her striking skills.

During this time, Orlac didn't teach her much, just kept demonstrating the trick and then watched her train.

Although it was her first encounter with the hand axe, she already wielded it like a warrior.

At least if you use it to fight others, the weapon is no longer a burden that can hurt you at any time.

Jessica asked Orak standing in front of her very casually.

Orlac's burly figure is very eye-catching at any time.

"The heir of Madoc, although his body is not very coordinated, is a rare good seedling."

Orak didn't even turn his head, and said quietly. He wanted Luke to be his heir, but he couldn't beat Maddock.

The breath on Luke Cage's body was not contaminated with the rich stench of many evil deeds. Coupled with that good physical fitness, the ancestors were very satisfied.

It's a pity that when facing Madolphk, Orak couldn't win.

As an ancestor older than the "Three Fools", Orak also has to admit that he has been surpassed by his juniors.

It's not too far off for Jessica to take on a challenge, and Orlac's heart is unwavering.

Watching a warrior step into his secret realm is something Orac has experienced many times.

Out of respect for a life, Orac decided from the beginning that he would teach Jessica enough lessons.

But for Jessica's sin, Orac doesn't intend to turn a blind eye.

So Orak didn't show much enthusiasm.

His secret realm is not an easy place to challenge in any way.

As one of the members of the first lease on the sacred mountain of Harlogas, who has experienced the most tragic level of battle, he is also helpless that he has not found a successor with a glimmer of hope.

Few of the people he selected made it to the Second Secret Realm, and the few who quickly lost their lives in the ensuing battles.

When he watched those barbarian recruits step into the secret realm, he wanted to dissuade them more than once.

Because after his death, the barbarians no longer need a god of war who always turns the tide.

But in the end, Orak said nothing, and no one can stop a person from making their own choice, as long as that choice does not violate morality and justice.

The Secret Realm was never a place where time could be delayed, there was no food or water, and if you didn't succeed before you starved to death, burying your bones in it was the only result.

Orac looked at the Elder Sanctuary in the distance, a hint of melancholy flashing across his overly decent face.

The lives of many savages were buried in his secret realm, and those recruits had no glory and no experience. Therefore, they are basically nowhere to be found on the holy mountain.

The legendary weapon of the God of War Blade has never been a favorite weapon of the barbarians, and even he himself does not feel how powerful the weapon that condenses his legend is.

This legend is just the most helpless choice.

Slam, no matter how basic and common it is, is just a skill that breeds rage. It doesn't have the power to change the world, at least compared to the skills that are widely used.

"Then why didn't he go to training? But look at me with pity? ”

Jessica observed Luke's eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling that a question mark was drawn in her mind.

The movements of the hands have also become a little slower, and although they are not out of shape, they are not able to be called focused on practicing.

She vaguely sensed what she was about to face, but acted as if she didn't know anything.

Honestly, Jessica could feel Luke's feelings, but she didn't dare to respond.

At least until she comes out of the shadows completely.

Maybe this is how two people who are a little pretentious get along?

"That's a question for Maddock."

Orac wasn't going to say too much about it, because saying anything wouldn't change the course.

Barbarians do not value words, but only actions.

A chance to die and gain enough power for a person to complete redemption.

This kind of thing will not lose at all, but it is not just someone who can face death without fear.

No matter how resolute the words are, the actions speak for themselves.

At least Orac wasn't very optimistic about the girl in front of him.

Luke retracted his head from behind the rock, and then slammed the hard black bread on his nose, sending two streams of blood straight to his chest.

Then he picked up the blood vial and poured it hard.

"Luke, why do you have pity for a stranger?"

Vader's soul appeared silently, then sat to the side, asking with a hint of mockery.

"Do you not have compassion for a man who is destined to die?"

Luke said in a tone of course, with some surprise.

This revealed stupid words, which made Vader laugh directly.

"Who is not destined to die? You? Or me? Or is it Bourkeso? ”

Vader laughed rampantly, even a little heartbreaking.

Vader, the merchant, even though he gave up his life as an adventurer, was once a good warrior.

In other words, the barbarians who do not know how to fight at all are the rarest existences.

Even at the last moment of his life, Vader chose to lift the weapon around him like a warrior and launched a charge towards the demon.

There is one on this mountain counts one, who is not facing death in life.

And Bourkeso confronted death itself, and incidentally smashed the Dark Soul Stone.

"I mean, that girl...... She's still so young...... Why ......"

Luke stumbled.

Being ridiculed by Vader made him look a little cramped.

"That's enough, Luke! Don't go against your feelings because of your inexplicable love. ”

Vader rudely interrupted Luke, who was thinking something that wasn't a secret to the Ancestors.

They have been around for a long time, and there are few things that make them feel new.

"The stench on that girl's body can't be washed away even by wiping her body with the snow on the sacred mountain of Harlogas."

"I'm just ......"

"You just haven't thought about how to deal with your inner impulses. Young people always like to move themselves. ”

Vader grinned disdainfully.

How many deep feelings have become the emotion of self-persuasion? If you really love each other, where did you come from waiting stupidly for so long to change your mind?

Vader is a barbarian with a story.

However, the story of Vader, who stopped the bleeding, disappeared in place.

He left a fairy tale book on the ground, and on the cover of the book was a silhouette of a Madouk.

"Undefeated Hope on the Holy Mountain", the name of this fairy tale.

It was a few stories about Madoc that the barbarian ancestors had casually recorded.

It became the best-selling storybook in the sanctuary for a long time, and the bestseller continued until the day of Maddock's death.

It took a little bit of money for Vader to get the storybook from an unknown ancestor, which was largely out of print.

This is a fairy tale for savages, a story of hope for children born in a fucked world.

Although this hope eventually died.

Along with the sacred mountain of Arret.

"I just don't understand why people don't tolerate mistakes, even if it's a good person."

Luke actually understood, but the throbbing inside him made him unwilling to understand.

Maybe hot blood can really effectively reduce a person's IQ, and Luke is far from being a smart and calm person.

Jessica Jones may be worthy of pity, but no one is qualified to say anything to forgive her.

Orak and Bourkeso give her a chance to atone for her sins, provided she survives.

She was not like Rumlow at the time, who needed to wake up with the help of the power of shame, she was very sober, but she lacked the courage to take it on.

Rumlow was standing on the roof of the unfinished new Cesscellon with an empty wine bottle and looking into the distance, while Talik sat cross-legged beside him.

They don't train now, after all, training all the time can be boring.

The snow on the sacred mountain of Harorgas is getting lighter, and the climate can't always stay the same.

Talik pulled a bottle of wine from the pile of building materials and placed it at Rumlow's feet.

The location of his collection was not told to Madolph, after all, he needed some space of his own.

"What, you're going to feel unjust like that stupid Luke?"

Talik said in a flat tone.

"I'm wondering what you did to make Bourkeso give up and send me to die on the spot."

Rumlow looked at Jessica, who was wielding an axe a little perfunctorily, and said slowly.

"That's not what you should be worried about right now."

Talik stuck the proof of shame in his hand into the stone beneath him, and although the new Cescheron was only half built, it already had a rough shape.

Talik motioned for Rumlow to grip the rough grip of the thick forearm of the proof of shame.

"You know what? I tried to redeem many people with this weapon before I became a soul, but none of them survived Bourkeso's hands. ”

Tarik said with a slight heaviness as he looked at the grip of the proof of shame that Rumlow had clutched.

His age is not much different from that of Bourqueso, and the years in which he was active basically coincided.

"Because they ended up taking a dirty road?"

Rumlow spoke his conjecture as if he had been prepared.

"Because after the redemption is complete, they don't know who they are. But when they found themselves, they were saddled with even filthier filth in their madness. ”

Talik doesn't shy away from telling the story of how those guys ended.

"Maybe one day I'll face Bourkeso's weapons too, and you've already paid the price for me."

Rumlow tried to draw the evidence of shame, but gave up after a few attempts.

The legend was still too heavy for him now, like he couldn't open the door of that pickup truck.

"I owe Bourkeso a total of hundreds of promises for those bastards, half of which are proof of his continued belief in me and shame."

The corners of Rumlow's mouth twitched a little when he heard Talik's answer.

Hundreds of failures are definitely not a small number.

"If it were me, I might not trust you again when you failed for the third time."

Rumlow pretended to be relaxed.

"Before they died, they all took away thousands of times their number of demons, just like you did before."

Each of the people who Talik had given him a chance would wield a butcher's knife at the demon at the beginning, making up for his mistakes in the constant fight.

Then after the redemption, he lost his purpose and gradually went crazy in the emptiness.

The moment they find themselves, they are always completely insane without exception.

"I had suspected that the proof of disgrace was a weapon made by Bire, because Bourkeso could restore the weapon in its entirety, but even the strongest warrior could not wield it in its full form."

The Proof of Shame is a weapon that can only be used by barbarians, and it already looks like it has been cut off.

This strange power is exactly the same as the routine of the King of Lies.

According to Bourkeso, it was a complete proof of shame that was barely a weapon that a normal human could use.

But that size might be about the same for a Hell Demon King.

"And what about your legend?"

Rumlow didn't care much about the future that hadn't happened yet, because it hadn't yet arrived, and there was no need to worry too much about it.

Now all he wanted to know was what kind of power Talik's legend conferred.

"Slash, my legend is in this weapon."

Talik gestured to the evidence of shame around him.

The Proof of Disgrace was used by Talik and was imbued with his legendary powers.

The proof of shame truly took the form of Talik, a power that could make Shun Slash four times more powerful based on anger.

Talik said expressionlessly, as Talik was given the title of defender, but the ultimate legend was a skill that could damage one enemy at the same time.

This may be because he always has his back to the gate of the Holy Mountain, and does not let any enemy pass.

"If I take on the sin again this time, I hope you can take care of me personally."

Rumlow remembered the might that Bourkeso had shown when he tried to kill him, and spoke to Talik very calmly.

He didn't care about any of the odds, and he wasn't afraid of any crazy outcome.

At least Rumlow hasn't completely solved all the problems now, and those hydras are never something that can be easily disposed of.

"I've basically relieved myself of guarding the gates of the Holy Mountain now, and if there really is a day, I will."

Talik's figure vanished, leaving only a bottle of wine on the ground that was slowly freezing in the cold wind of Harlogas.

The Holy Mountain shelters the souls and possessions of the barbarians, but that property needs to be buried in the land of the Holy Mountain.

If Rumlow hadn't picked up the bottle again, it would have frozen.

……

Tony sat there in a daze, staring at Pebo in front of him.

If it weren't for Peppo's repeated insistence that she wasn't drinking, Tony would have thought that everything before was a hallucination he had drunk too much.

Absurd truths are always hard to accept, aren't they?

After dealing with the security team's inquiries in a perfunctory manner, Tony sat motionless at his desk.

Most of the time, his security team is trying to isolate the presence of journalists, because basically no one will choose to attack him.

As the largest supplier of high-end arms, half of the Stark Group would not think of trouble with him.

Everything that had happened before had shocked Tony's worldview in a short period of time, after all, something like magic that was contrary to his understanding was still a little stimulating.

Although Tony thinks that the ancient ones can be done with technology, it is an unfamiliar system after all.

"I always felt that what happened today was a little too mysterious."

Tony whispered, picked up his phone and dialed Peggy Carter's number.

When encountering some supernatural events, it is more appropriate to choose to leave them to professionals.

No matter how bad a professional is, there are some useful suggestions to come up with.

Although Stark Industries is rich, Peggy Carter is clearly more trustworthy when it comes to these strange people.

"Hey, Aunt Peggy, I've encountered something unusual, can you get a professional to come to me?"

Tony speaks with a rare amount of respect, and will speak in an inquiring tone.

He usually asks others to do things with a commanding voice, after all, this person is an elder he respects, and he is a professional.

"I'll get people over as soon as possible."

Peggy Carter, who received Tony's call, thought for a moment and immediately contacted his niece.

The blacksmith shop wasn't entirely unfamiliar to her, as both Dugan and Nick Fury had mentioned the location to some extent.

Even Steve mentioned it not so long ago.

So Peggy Carter felt that it was better to deal with this matter a little more seriously, at least not to give any hypothetical advice over the phone.

Now in S.H.I.E.L.D., Sharon is the only one she can trust, and Nick Fury doesn't trust Peggy Carter much even if he's not injured.

Dugan was sent for treatment, and the kind of injury that burned a leg was not easy.

Sharon Carter didn't have time to tell her everything that had happened before.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has a secrecy policy, and Peggy Carter knows that very well.

At this time, Peggy Carter was like an old lady who didn't know anything, lying peacefully on the bed waiting for sleep.

When people get old, their sleepiness will be very shallow, and they will not come irregularly.

As for the death of the werewolf and the mummy, the news has not yet reached her ears, so she is in a good mental state.

What happened before was temporarily suppressed in Tony's heart, whether it was the magical mage or the Winter Soldier who was mistakenly killed by him before, it couldn't let him show his emotions on his face for a long time.

As the largest shareholder of the Stark Group, if Tony didn't even have this bit of a city government, how could there be a big group?

Although Obadiah's contribution is indispensable, it does not mean that Tony is ignorant of this set.

In fact, playboy is also a technical job, at least it shows that Tony is not the kind of technician who has no social activities at all.

Just as Sharon Carter received the assignment from her aunt, she was hurrying towards Bourkeso's blacksmith shop, while Tony was looking at the pickup forged by Bourkeso.

Sharon Carter didn't dare to tell her aunt on the phone about what had happened in S.H.I.E.L.D., which was too exciting for an old man.

Tony was walking outside to change the air when he saw three cars crashing into a puddle in front of the door, and he became a little interested in the undamaged pickup truck.

Then that little bit of interest turned into curiosity, so now he's circling around the pickup.

His car is definitely the best in the world, but it didn't even leave a scratch on the pickup truck under the collision.

The car is absolutely different, and Tony judged it the first time.

Whether it is the difference in materials or technology, it will make Tony intensely curious.

As a source of productivity for a tech business, Tony is always curious about everything new.

Perhaps it was curiosity that suppressed all the fluctuations in his heart, and at this time his attention was all focused on his eyes, and even the Pebo beside him was inadvertently ignored.

But this situation may be a good thing for him, at least he doesn't have to focus on the previous changes.

If it weren't for the blood splattering on the pickup that made the playboy a little disgusting, he might have gotten through the window of the car to study it.

There are traces of the whole car that are different from modern industrial manufacturing, and Tony was surprised by the decoration on the front lid that blends with the body.

No company would make a decoration in such a cost-intensive way, and if it were an industrial creation, it would not be very affordable to use a separate instrument.

Not to mention how strange it is that there are no controllable clean energy vehicles in this era, and a car without exhaust pipes.

"Can this car really drive?"

Tony had already circled the pickup and was finally going to get through the window to take a look.

He'd seen a series of unimaginable things, and one more didn't seem like a problem.

Pepo tries to hold Tony, as the blood and meat sauce on the pickup make her a little uneasy.

Pepo looked out the window and saw the checkbook that had fallen on the seat, it was something Tony had with him, and she was certainly familiar with it.

"I think it's better to wait a minute, it's weird everywhere."

Pebo tries to stop Tony's reckless behavior, though she knows how powerless she is in the face of Tony's curiosity.