"I testify by my soul and the honor of the barbarians!"

Tarik's body began to retreat in front of Burkeso, and he stepped on the ground so hard that even his waist began to bend to barely resist Bourkeso's storm-like spirit.

His body began to swell under the pressure, taking on the posture of a berserker's fury, but even so he was still a head shorter than Bourquetso.

There was no banner of honor on his back, nor did he see the wings of light that proved his quality.

But he still held the broken heavy soldier in front of Bourkeso's eyes!

"Then take my blow first!"

The mercy in Bourkeso's hand swung in the direction of Talik, and the storm and electric light condensed on the hammer's head swung towards Talik with an unstoppable momentum!

At this time, the image of another ancestor quietly appeared around the battlefield.

But he just looked at Rumlow, who was wriggling on the ground, with a pair of grim eyes, as if he were looking at a corpse.

Mokot!

The true owner of this legendary weapon, Mercyless, has an intolerant belief in evil.

A legendary barbarian who will fight his way to the crucible of hell for justice.

He is a silent man, and only proves by his actions his belief that he will not tolerate any sin.

On his hands, a merciless shadow condensed, and he walked firmly in the direction of Rumlow.

The barbarian is never the word of the king, and every powerful barbarian has his own glory.

It's as if Talik was going to save Rumlow's life, and he, Mokot, was resolutely on Burkeso's side this time!

Ruthlessly slammed into the blade of the Proof of Shame, knocking the heavy weapon that represented the death of the disgrace out of Talik's palm!

“xia！”

Tarik's warcry inspires the power to defy the pain, and his arms are raised in the way of the Mercyless Swing.

At this moment, he already understood how powerless he was in the face of Bourkeso, and even began to suspect that even if Vorusk was in his position, he might not be able to block the blow.

Moreover, it is not Bourkeso's own glory that he inherited from the merciless, and the power that really made Bourkeso a legend is still hidden!

"Bang!" With a loud thud, the hammer in Mokot's hand landed on Rumlow's skull, smashing the hard ground of the Elder Sanctuary into a deep pit.

The debris of the cracked stone struck Rumlow's face and shoulder, staining the warrior's face with blood.

The power spread by the Hammer of the Ancestors even crushed Rumlow's shoulders, leaving only a little flesh and skin connecting Rumlow's arms and body.

And this hammer also brought the fight between Burkeso and Talik to a halt.

"No fear and no regrets, I, I will not regret this, a hammer did not take this guy's life, and he must bear that shame until he proves himself."

Mokot, perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, uttered it in a tone with a strange pause, and by the time he got used to the feeling of talking, he had already said what he wanted to say, and then disappeared into the Elder Temple.

Mokot does not tolerate sin, but he is also tolerant of awakened justice.

The weight of this hammer should be the interest charged on sins, and as for those sins that need to be repaid, he still has a long time to make amends, until he dies.

Bourkeso gradually withdrew from the fury of the Berserker, turned and walked into the Elder Temple.

For the seriously injured and dying Rumlow on the ground, he didn't even owe a glance.

Two ancestors have already shown their attitude, so Bourkeso doesn't mind giving this guy a chance.

Talik's body gradually regained its transparent appearance, but it looked extremely weak.

After all, he was just a barbarian who had died at the hands of Baal and the demon army, and even if he had a strong reputation, he was still far from being able to do so.

After a brief battle, he almost dissipated on the sacred mountain of Harogas.

"Young man, go and prepare, you will accept my trials, and as long as you live, you will become a barbarian."

Talik didn't care if Rumlow could hear him clearly, and after saying this, he disappeared in place.

The proof of shame, which had flown somewhere, suddenly appeared here, and was stuck diagonally at the side of Rumlow's neck.

By the time Rumlow woke up, it was already dark and there was a fire burning around him.

His memory was limited to the moment when Mokot's devastating hammer was swung, but there was no fear in his heart, only the ease of washing away the lead.

Even though the sharp pain from his body made it difficult for him to make an expression, he still managed to squeeze out a smile.

The smile tore at the wound on his face that had healed initially, and bursts of pus and blood flowed down his cheeks to the ground, gradually flowing to the edge of the blade of the proof of shame.

After laboriously activating the bottle's ability to recover, he fell unconscious again.

When he woke up, he was already lying on the plane on the way back.

……

"Captain, what did you do?"

Tess took a deep drag on his cigarette and looked at Rumlow with some suspicion.

A doctor next to Rumlow was treating a wound on his shoulder.

When the doctor saw Rumlow, he wanted to ask Tess why he wanted to treat a corpse.

Rumlow's shoulder was crushed no better than the bolognese, and more importantly, the injury hurt Rumlow's lungs.

Even though the gravel had been removed from the wound on Rumlow's face by this time, his head was now tightly wrapped like a dumpling, with only a pair of eyes and the mouth leaking out.

It doesn't look much different from a normal person.

"I've figured something out."

As he woke up, he felt the difference in himself, and the biggest change was that he could clearly feel the location of the sacred mountain of Harogas in his heart.

Even he somehow knew the name Hallogas, and was longing for it.

After receiving the baptism of the Holy Mountain and the approval of Talik, Rumlow has not yet passed the test of becoming a barbarian, but he will not be excluded from the Holy Mountain of Harogas.

"I'll look like new!"

Rumlow didn't feel the slightest pain in his shoulder, and at this time, he thought of what S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra had done in the past, and a kind of anger arose inexplicably in his heart.

Years as a secret agent made him hide this anger deep in his heart, and then he planned to do something.

For example, find an opportunity to send his boss to hell.

Justice took root in Rumlow's heart through Bourkeso's actions.

And the pair of golden orange wings full of courage made him very resolute in his decision.

Everything he had done in the past seemed to be congealed in his blood, ashamed of it, ashamed of it.

But at this time, Rumlow's heart was extremely relaxed, and he saw the opportunity to become a glorious barbarian.

I also really felt my own consciousness.

But for the time being, he still has to put on the shell of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra to protect his budding heart of justice.

Until he has the power to ignore sin, and then he's going to overturn them all!

Tess sensed that something was wrong, but as a member of Hydra and a direct subordinate of Rumlow, he only thought that Rumlow needed to hide some information and not let S.H.I.E.L.D. know.

The flight was unusually long, as there was barely a sound to be heard other than the doctor's shouting.