"Let those doctors wait, and we'll be back today!"

Rumlow's body recovered quickly with the help of the pill bottle, perhaps with the help of the knuckle tiger in his hand.

After all, his physical fitness, which is twice the peak of human beings, has made his ability to recover a lot stronger.

Correspondingly, his appetite has also increased a lot, probably because his body's need for nutrients has also increased as he has become stronger.

"Then I can smoke, right?"

Tes's expression was a little excited, he had been on a mission since the day they arrived, and not being able to smoke for several days had made him have an extra urge for tobacco.

"Let's talk about it when we get out! Don't forget to clean up the trash! ”

Rumlow felt some indescribable reverence for this holy mountain that suddenly appeared, and this feeling was a little different from when he was determined to give everything for Hydra, maybe it should be said to be more pure?

Rumlow couldn't figure out how this emotion came to his mind, but he was sure he didn't hate it.

……

Rumlow couldn't figure out why he dragged his unhealed body to the door of the Elder's Temple, as if he had been guided by a god.

After witnessing things beyond comprehension in a short period of time, he has nothing to fear.

"Great Bourkeso, are you in there!"

Rumlow knew that he was behaving like those guys who had been brainwashed by Hydra, but at this time he was dismissive of those guys, what were those guys who had lost themselves and Hydra in front of the barbarians?

He gradually became fanatical and in awe of the existence of this sacred mountain.

Bourkeso's figure passed through a blue circle of light and appeared at the door of the Elder's Temple.

At this time, he was wearing a skirt and iron boots, revealing his body that had been washed by endless war in front of Rumlow's eyes.

The special power of the Elder Temple itself has made those electronic devices ineffective, and even if you want to take pictures at this time, you have to find an old-fashioned film camera.

Although Nick Fury's side has been constantly trying to reconnect the broken communication channels, and has even ordered Tess to look for Rumlow's traces, these two people are the only ones standing here in the Elder Temple.

"Brock Rumlow, I honestly don't like guys like you."

Bourkeso's voice rang like a bell through the vast temple of elders, and the boredom in his eyes was clearly visible in Rumlow's sight.

"I've passed the secret realm!"

The moment Rumlow passed through the Secret Realm, he knew that he had a chance, a chance to become a barbarian and inherit the blood of Nephitim.

"But you haven't passed the trial yet!"

Bourkeso's bored tone made it impossible to speculate on his intentions.

In Rumlow's eyes, a pair of wings that shone with a golden orange glow appeared behind Bourqueso, which seemed to interpret courage itself.

"Then give me a test!"

If Rumlow's expression at this time falls into Nick Fury's eyes, then it will definitely lead to a lengthy investigation.

Fanaticism, brutality, and righteousness, a temperament that is not revealed by appearances, are mixed up in him.

Rumlow, who doesn't know how many cruel and dark things he has done in his life, has an expression as noble as the legendary Captain America.

"Hah! What do you think this is? And what are the barbarians! ”

With a deafening roar, Bourkeso strode down the steps of the Elder's Temple.

"We fight and have glory!"

"We fight and bask in the flames of war!"

"We are rude and frank!"

"We! It's justice! It's hope! ”

With each step he walked down, his voice became even higher!

"And you! What qualifies to be us! ”

"Surrounded by human resentment, there is no respect for life!"

"There is not the slightest brilliance at all!"

"I can smell the stench of you from the very beginning, no less than the demons of hell!"

Bourkeso's body began to swell, and a pair of hideous horns had appeared on his forehead.

The moment he stood in front of Rumlow with his three-meter-tall body, the rage emanating from his body almost melted the snow around him.

Rumlow clearly felt the real anger from the Barbarian King, and for a moment he felt guilty about his past.

"So tell me! Why are you! ”

Bourkeso admires the bravery of a warrior, but he also does not tolerate evil.

The two are not in conflict!

Rumlow's tenacity as a warrior was recognized by the barbarians, but little by little his sins surfaced in the savages' perceptions.

Bourkeso's rage was blazing, and the flames at the top of the stone pillars in the Elder's Temple Square suddenly appeared, blazing with heat that seemed to destroy everything.

Rumlow, under the intimidation of the Barbarian King, felt the suffocation of death.

He didn't want to come up with any excuses like S.H.I.E.L.D. to maintain the security of the world, and he didn't have to say anything about Hydra's lofty ideals.

In the temple of elders, no one can ignore their truest selves.

Hydra's beliefs and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s philosophy are nothing more than a shell wrapped in the person of Rumlow.

It's been so long that even he can't remember how many years.

At this time, after he had stripped off all the packaging, he began to look at himself for the first time.

Under Bourqueso's glowing red eyes, Rumlow slowly lay on the ground.

Desperately trying to squeeze his head into the ground, like a wriggling maggot.

Bourkeso had little patience to wait for this boring trick, and pulled a monstrous hammer from his waist.

"No mercy" comes from the most primitive legendary weapon given by the ancestor Mokot.

He intended to give this warrior who yearns for strength and is full of sin a glorious death.

"Bourkeso!"

An Ancestral Shadow appeared in front of Bourkeso, holding aloft a broken sword to block Bourkeso's hammer!

"Defender Talik! What are you doing! ”

Bourkeso roared and waved the Mercylessness in his hand, and the frantic stance set off gusts of wind, crushing Rumlow lying on the ground like a feather that had been blown away.

"Stop you from depriving a warrior who is willing to turn back!"

The weapon in Talik's hand fought with Bourkeso in the same attitude!

The sound of the roar of metal shook the burning fire even more!

"Shame on you! Tariq, you're disobeying me for this guy! ”

Bourkeso shouted, and in his other hand an extra heavy sword with a somewhat twisted shape, joining the frenzied battle.

"You're not an immortal king yet! Not even as invincible as Vorusk's invincible power! ”

Talik's body gradually solidified, almost out of the form of a soul, showing the truest power of the strongest group of ancestors.

"He's dead! Now it's just me with a bunch of flags flying high! ”

On Bourkeso's body, the red light from anger had formed a halo like flames, spreading across his body.

Even if the second generation of the Immortal King Vorusk appeared in this place, he would not necessarily be able to defeat the current Burkeso.

Bourkeso's upper body began to twist, and the tense muscles of his whole body told Talik what he was about to face!

It would just be a whirlwind slash that shattered the Dark Soul Stone!