The process of giving the medicine bottles didn't take much time, it was just a trip to the Elder Temple.

During this time, Natasha and Hawkeye have almost understood how to use the return journey and teleportation, and if it goes well, it will probably be able to be used in the past few days.

"Vorusk, how are you doing over there?"

The beard on Burkeso's chin shook and asked Vorusk.

By the way, he moved his shoulder, and he was a little bored during this time.

"That kid was thrown into the secret realm by me, looking at his appearance, there is strength in his body."

Vorusk sat up straight from his broken throne and spoke in passing.

"You mean the power of thunder? Don't tell me you don't see much of a difference between him and Odin's Son of Odin's hammer, he's a little less than that. ”

Bourkeso looked at Rorschach as he walked towards him, and casually spoke to Voruske.

"Ancestor Bourkeso, I want to enter the secret realm."

Rorschach opened his mouth to enter the secret realm to fight.

This young man's quest for strength is much stronger than that of other recruits.

"Are you sure you want to go now? I can tell you in advance that this time you're about to see an imitation of Leoric, the first Holy Cult King to be created. ”

Bourkeso frowned and said solemnly to Rorschach.

At this time, Bourkeso met a difficult demon, although that guy was not Leoric, but the name of this demon was the Holy Sect King!

This is an imitation of Diablo after stealing the power of other Hell Demon Lords, although there is no kind of desecration of life, but the strength of the Holy Cult King can be regarded as difficult.

Even if this Holy Cult Monarch was only a trial of Diablo, it would be much more difficult to deal with than the enemies that Rorschach had seen before.

In particular, this Holy Cult Monarch had already mastered a small part of the power that belonged to Leorik in Diablo's imitation.

"Black King's March" and "Bone Strike".

That kind of combat style that wields the pure power that belongs to Skeletron is not something that can be easily resisted.

This Holy Cult Monarch was far from being as powerful as the one that came after, but it was only Diablo's attempt to study Leorek.

Even now Rorschach is as dangerous as that monster.

"Can you tell me more?"

Rorschach looked at Bourqueso, playing with an axe in his hand.

Although the new soldier's axe was a little lighter for him now, as luck would have it, he didn't get a better weapon.

"The Black King's march and the skeletal slam are avoided when you see the big skeleton ready to unleash an attack with a strong front-mounted movement. Make sure you see it swing its scepter three times, or stand still for two breaths without moving. ”

Bourkeso hesitated for a moment, and then told Rorschach the news.

As long as Rorschach gets that secret, he can grow without hindrance.

Getting stronger, that's inevitable.

Bourkeso just wanted to make sure that Rorschach didn't die before that moment was reached.

The "Black King's March" was one of Leoric's killer moves, wielding the Mad King's Scepter three times in a row, each with the power to destroy everything.

If it weren't for the fact that this power was so strong that even Leolek himself could not control the weakness of stiffness, then Leorick would definitely have a chance to defeat Diablo.

There's nothing wrong with the Seven Demon Kings of Hell outperforming Leorik in terms of strength, but the most powerful thing about Skeletron Leorik is the kind of power that desecrates life itself.

As long as everything is alive, it cannot be ignored in the face of this power.

Whether it is Bourkeso or the Great Demon God Diablo, once they are hit by Leoric, they will be left with injuries that are difficult to heal.

Even if Rorschach only had to face the Holy Sect Monarch who had tried to make it, the power of blasphemy was only a little bit of breath.

This challenge remains dangerous, but it is not a mortal dilemma.

"In that case, let me go."

Rorschach glanced at Bourkesso, and then said without hesitation.

Bourkeso walked outside the door of the Elder's Temple, and Vorusk dispersed several others.

The secret realm of Bourkeso is not suitable for irrelevant people, and it is best not to stay nearby.

Bourkeso slammed his fist into the stone pillar, the golden and crimson portal.

Without saying a word, Rorschach walked inside, ready for the challenge.

It's not a long time since he knew the truth, at most half a year, according to the speed of his growth, he can touch that secret realm that no one wants to say.

"Bourkeso, I don't mean to question you, but I'm going to ask you one more thing, are you sure he's the one you're waiting for?"

Vorusk asked in a whisper as he looked at the somewhat different portal to the secret realm.

"I can go on like this, but I can't continue to get stronger like this. Masayar needed someone to confront him, and now, I was the only one left. ”

Bourkeso's eyes were lowered, and he spoke as if he were talking to himself.

In the Sanctuary, even if Bourkeso can't defeat those Hell Demon Lords, don't worry too much.

After all, Nephilim wasn't alone.

But now, when it comes time to really face Masayir, it seems that he is the only one in the world who has this opportunity.

"Cut, you're always worried. Or do you think Rasmar can't hold back Masayer? Or do you feel like you're the only one in the world? ”

Vorusk deliberately said in an indifferent tone.

In front of him, Bourkeso inherited the wasteland set in the hands of the original ancestor, but did not inherit the original pair of twin blades.

The amount damaged in the battle with Masael is nothing more than a pair of imitations that are infinitely close to the original.

If he had already given weapons with his Legend, he would not have been destroyed in battle.

The original legend is never destructible.

"I don't care, but I know that Masayir won't be too late, after all, Rasmar himself is not as kind as his priest."

Bourkeso shook his head, remembering the joke about why the necromancer was not welcome.

The adventurer said: "I have lost my brother, and I swear revenge!" ”

His companions began to take the oath together.

"My sword is with you!"

"And my magic!"

"My fist!"

At this time, the necromancer stepped forward, what could he say?

"And your dead brother!"

Most of the time, no one is able to accept the way a necromancer fights.

In addition to the eerie way of fighting, there is also their inexplicable position.

Confusing the power of life and death is itself very dangerous.

The existence that really desecrates the life itself and confuses the boundary between life and death is called Leorick!

Rasma himself is more elusive than his priests, and the purpose is unknown.

Nephilim, the necromancer, is finally gathered under the banner of justice and is fighting for the survival of mankind.

But only Rasmar never left any legends about the battle, and the powerful was only obsessed with exploration, and no one knew what he was looking for.

He was more of a spectator and never participated in the war.

"Whatever you want, death can't kill a death soul twice. Our lives are over, and Masayir can't help us. ”

Vorusk fumbled with the gravel hammer on his waist and said calmly, but his face was not very good-looking.

Death is the end of life, and if you want to bring death to the being who stands at the end again, it is not something that the authority of death can do.

Unless Masayr is given full authority over life.

"But he can ignore your existence, and the dead cannot go against death itself. You probably know better than I do what death is. ”

Bulkeso glanced at Vorusk.

Lecco was standing not far away watching the exchange between the two of them, her fists clenched.

As the second generation of the Immortal King, Vorusk was the strongest one in the era of his existence, no matter what profession Nephilim was.

Even other powerful beings could not see his back.

When he was alive, he didn't have a mage named Li Min.

If the Seven Demon Kings of Hell dare to fight Vorusk head-on, they will only be defeated and sealed.

But just like that, the mighty Vorusk died in battle.

His opponents are not demons and angels, but the rule of death itself.

Voruske's arrogance made him ignore the help of the High Heavens, and directly rejected the idea of the Archangel of Destiny giving him wings of light.

Vorusk is lazy because no one in the world can defeat him, so he can be lazy with everything.

That's the calmness that belongs only to Vorusk.

He despised Imprius, mocked the courage of the Archangel of Courage to his face, and even made Imprius have no courage to fight in front of him.

He even ignored the advice of the Archangel of Justice, and responded to the dissuasion of Masayer, who was still an Archangel of Wisdom at the time, with angry scolding, and also shook off the blessing of the Archangel of Hope.

Lost in the favor of fate, hope, courage, wisdom and justice, Vorusk declared war as a life on the rules of death itself.

Vorusk behaved as if he were questioning the reality of the world.

And then when it comes to challenging the rules of death itself, defeat as a life.

Since then, because Prius has looked directly at courage itself, he has become obsessed with courage and no longer afraid.

There is Masayer, who is constantly searching and thinking in the library, and Tyrell, who is no longer compromising and retreating.

Iseriel said no more, and Oriel didn't give up anymore.

Vorusk's existence is even more dazzling than that of the first ancestors!

Because of his challenge, the barbarian tribe had to face danger.

Orak was killed in battle, and Banar was killed in battle.

These were all sacrifices made after he had provoked death itself, in order to keep the barbarians alive.

Vorusk, the immortal king who coerced the first generation, could only turn into a soul in the end, watching his wife and children all disappear under the ravages of death.

His son, who was only one year old at the time, had no time to create even a glimmer of glory, and died in tears.

His wife trembled in the face of death, and in order to keep Vorusk's bloodline alive, she prayed to death without dignity and wanted to live.

For this reason, his wife also lost the opportunity to appear on the holy mountain.

Hallogas will not shelter the souls of those who seek mercy.

Seeing all this happen, Vorusk finally lost his original invincibility, from lazy and domineering to what he is now.

This barbarian tragedy lasted until the birth of Recôme.

After Leko lost her lover back then, she fought step by step to gain space for the barbarians to survive, and finally exchanged her death for the pacification of the death rules at her peak.

The price that Recôme paid was a gift of hope.

Since then, the barbarians have finally been able to avoid being blamed by death.

The most powerful barbarians on the Holy Mountain have all fought to the death, and so far, none of them have won!

"Death is only a rule of the will that is about to be born, and if he can be given a little more time, then death will come in the form of life."

Vorusk muttered quietly.

Death itself should be like the five archangels or the seven demon kings of hell, the personification of the rules.

However, Masayle seems to have found the place of death in the Great Library, forcibly erased Death's immature personality, and succeeded in replacing it.

"You should rejoice, if death does come to life, then it should be called life."

Bourkeso said casually, reaching out and pulling it out of his backpack.

Every time he talked about something that no ancestor on this sacred mountain wanted to mention, he always wanted to get drunk.

"I still feel guilty for your efforts."

Vorusk whispered:

"Maybe I shouldn't have drunk the wine you brewed, and I wouldn't have told those fucking pasts."

Vorusk showed a rare wry smile, and his strong body looked very depressed.

"Isn't this a predestined thing in the face of death? When that time comes, I will be able to usurp that authority. ”

Bourkeso didn't pull out the wine, his treasure was buried beneath the ground of the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

"You must know that no matter how glorious you are and what legend you have created, you will not be able to appear on the holy mountain of Harogas after you die."

Lecco handed Bourqueso a bottle of wine, which was left of her wedding collection.

It represents the happiest time of Leiko's life.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm immortal!"

Bourkeso roared loudly!

"Don't make any lame excuses that you haven't died since you were born, we all know that people always die. It's like death is the complete cycle of life. ”

Lecko's hoarse voice spoke with some anger.

Only Reko and Vorusk knew what Burkeso had to pay on the Holy Mountain.

Those who knew all this, even if they searched the shelter, would only add the names of Imprius, Tyrell, and Leoric, and at most one Ethriel.

The Mad King may have turned all this into a mess of memories and continued to go crazy.

The next person in the know will only be Rorschach, who has grown up.

Rorschach is Bourqueso's chosen heir, and if Bourqueso fails, then Rorschach is the next hope.

Bourkesso, and the only barbarian who was able to choose an heir while he was alive.

This is the will of Hallogas, because the barbarians will never forget hatred!