"Tyr, what's going on?"

Vandall, who had come to Earth first, had no idea what was going on in Asgard, and there was no better way than to come and ask about it.

After all, a large group of acquaintances suddenly appeared around them, and this kind of thing made them a little difficult to accept.

But apparently, they will only get a not-so-good news.

"My father was defeated, and Chur suddenly returned."

Tyr, who had become the Heavenly Hammer Venerable without anyone else feeling it, spoke loudly in a voice that everyone could hear.

The tone was full of remorse for his own powerlessness.

His words sparked fear in the rest of the Asgardians.

They don't seem to have any other way to deal with Kuhl than to be afraid.

"How is that possible?"

Vandal and the others suddenly heard the news of Odin's defeat, and in an instant they fell into an unbelievable situation.

And the sudden appearance of these Asgardians made S.H.I.E.L.D., which was already stationed in this place, directly nervous.

This is not dozens, hundreds.

It's tens of thousands!

The dense crowd filled the temporary station of S.H.I.E.L.D. to the brim.

And these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents know exactly what Asgard represents.

Their interactions with Vandal and his party were not unfounded, and S.H.I.E.L.D. experts had already completed their intelligence analysis of the Asgardians.

In the face of tens of thousands of Asgardians, they simply did not have enough strength to be on guard.

Even if there is no "omnipotent" Odin among these people, it is not something that ordinary human armies can match.

Asgardians are more than three times denser than the average person, which means that they are far superior to humans in terms of physical strength and so on.

And compared to humans, their physical strength can be called bottomless.

The most terrifying thing was the teleporter called the "Rainbow Bridge", which S.H.I.E.L.D. knew from Vandal that it was a weapon capable of destroying stars.

In addition, Asgard is a race capable of starting inter-star battles, and their technology is not something to be disdained.

Even if Vandal and the others look like they are stuck in the era of cold weapons, and the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harogas will not be self-righteous about it.

"I think it's necessary for us to change places to communicate, and the Earth is willing to provide an occasion for the Asgardians to settle down."

Natasha's voice came at the right time.

She is now in this base, as the Supreme Commander.

Natasha stood in front of Tyr with a seductive smile on her face, her hands clasped in front of her chest, which set off her own characteristics very well.

Holding your hands on your chest is a gesture of vigilance, but it has a unique charm when placed on Natasha.

No way, the "characteristics" of this agent from the Red House are too prominent.

"The Asgardians don't need mercy!"

Tyr roared loudly, now playing the role of a man who was still high above after losing his home.

The Asgardians call themselves gods on Earth, and his performance does not disagree even with those who know Tyre best.

Even if the current Earth is not the same as the one the Asgardians knew.

You must know that not everyone in Asgardian knows that the Supreme Mage exists, and Tyr, who is now the Heavenly Hammer Venerable, will not be kind enough to tell his compatriots this truth.

"We just wanted to help in any way we could."

Natasha took a half-step back, a small gesture of concession that was a good way to soothe the other party's emotions.

Natasha knew exactly what she was supposed to do to make the other person less wary.

"You should worship the gods!"

Tyr roared loudly, ignoring Vandal and their way.

This former god of justice can no longer see the original prudence and justice, and some are only manic.

As fragile as a soldier defeated in fear.

As the Heavenly Hammer Venerable, Tyr at this time will do everything he can to spread fear.

His consciousness had been turned upside down long after he became a destroyer.

Diablo's demagogic methods are not comparable to that of the Kull who is full of the Father's throne.

Tyr had been transformed into a thinking marionette, and his every word he spoke could cause endless panic among the tens of thousands of Asgardians behind him.

"Please calm down, I need to contact my superiors."

This time, Natasha didn't show her harmlessness by stepping back and keeping her distance.

Retreating to gain space is not a strategy that can be carried out forever, it will only be weak and bullied.

Natasha let go of the arms in front of her, and her plain white hand clenched a fist, and there was no fist cocoon on the surface of the fist, only that the skeleton of the fists seemed to be larger.

No matter how good the maintenance is, it will not completely cover up the traces of a fighter's training.

Natasha actually has all kinds of flaws in her body, so she has always been a bad agent for sleeping.

Perhaps it was because of her "fame" that those organizations were willing to let Natasha infiltrate.

Is there anything better to brag about than defeating the famous Black Widow? Among those organizations, this seems to be something to compare to.

"Humans, give us enough spirits. And a place to rest! ”

Tyr took a deep breath and said.

Behind him were the old and sick Asgardians, who needed to behave like a successful leader so that they could reap the leeks of fear, wave after wave.

"We'll provide you with what you need as soon as possible, and please don't do anything too sensitive, I don't think you want to start a war with humanity."

Natasha clenched her fists and immediately turned away from the scene.

She didn't know Tyr, but that didn't stop her from feeling threatened.

Natasha walked to a place where no one could see, and pulled open a portal back to the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

There was a prince of Asgard there, and Thor was already a barbarian.

She was able to get the news she wanted from Thor.

As for contacting superiors?

Her agents would do it, and Natasha didn't think that tens of thousands of people had suddenly come into the world, and Nick Fury would be unaware of it.

Maybe Nick Fury's black-hearted guy was in the office at this point.

After the S.H.I.E.L.D. men had been signaled by Natasha to make room for the Asgardians, Tyr looked at the anxious Vandal and his gang with a blank expression.

The Celestial Hammer Lords, with the exception of Leah, would not know that their allegiance was called Diablo, and they would only consider Kur, the god of fear, to be their true god.

It's not a problem at all, after all, Kuhl is now Diablo's vest.

As long as Bourkeso didn't know about it, then no one in this world would know the truth.

Diablo is the most dangerous of the Demon Kings of Hell.

Because of fear, everywhere!

There may be people in the world who don't hate, so Mephisto can't corrupt everyone.

Even if the weak have a desire to destroy, they will not be able to act on it, so Baal will meet an indestructible being.

Sin can be redeemed, and those who bear it can come to their senses, so Azmodan's men occasionally get out of control.

Pain and suffering will not cover everyone indiscriminately, and there will always be Xin Yuner who stays away from these.

So Duriel and Andariel are never invincible.

Lies are shattered by honesty, and Billie will always fail.

Only Diablo can accomplish the great deeds of the Great Demon God!

Because even Prius would be terrified when he faced him!

Nothing escapes fear!

The fear of death, the fear of loss, birth, old age, sickness and death all give rise to fear!

Diablo is always strong and seems to have no flaws.

……

"So you didn't find anything?"

Nick Fury held a stack of materials in his hand and said to Hawkeye and Coulson in front of him, a hint of gloom flashed in his one-eyed eye.

He had just received a report from New Mexico and was having a headache.

"Yes, at least there's nothing unusual about Kim and them."

Coulson said with his head slightly lowered.

He could say nothing on that occasion.

As for Hawkeye, he stands in place with his eyes closed.

He wasn't going to give Nick Fury a report about Spider-Man.

With the news of the "parallel universe" alone, he didn't plan to let Nick Fury know about Spider-Man.

"There is not good news from Natasha's side, tens of thousands of Asgardians have come to Earth, according to them, Odin has been defeated, and we are about to face a god called Kull."

Nick Fury said the news as if he had inadvertently, and Hawkeye opened his eyes directly when he heard this.

"I need to make a trip to Harlogas, do you have anything I need to bring to the captain?"

Hawkeye understands that Nick Fury's words are never unintentional, and since he said it, it means that he has a plan.

"I need you to tell Steve that you've been pursuing what you need lately, and as for the Asgardians, the military will help you accordingly, and we'll act as overseers."

Nick Fury rubbed his head, and he began to miss the time when he still had hair to fall out.

In the midst of the pressure, his eyebrows became less and less, and he also spoke of his sadness about leaving.

"Well, it doesn't look like it's something we can fully manage."

Hawkeye said hello and left Nick Fury's office directly, then dragged open the portal and went straight to the Sacred Mountain of Hallogas.

Nick Fury had another record of teleportation magic on a tablet hand.

"Coulson, how far has the Purple Man been researched?"

Nick Fury asked directly at Coulson, with some concern in his tone.

"Because he lost his brain, it's still completely controllable."

Coulson said this, as if his body was resisting.

For the Purple Man, he is a staunch boycott.

He promised that Bulkeso would dispose of the guy's body properly, but now he joined the research.

That guy's superpowers were too dangerous, but he couldn't stop them.

So Coulson was somewhat unwilling in his heart.

"Well, your vacation is coming to an end, Coulson."

Nick Fury sorted out the papers in his hand, then sat up straight and looked at Coulson.

"I want you to go back to the blacksmith shop and gather as much as you can what they did when they were in London, and what happened over there that we don't know."

Nick Fury was very serious when he said this, Hawkeye and Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer seem to be of the same mind, although they are still working for S.H.I.E.L.D., but they seem to have a greater sense of belonging to the barbarians.

It's not that Nick Fury doesn't want to catch Hawkeye or Natasha directly uses the truth potion, but it's because Bourkeso's presence makes him feel jealous.

The last time he was injured at Bourkeso's hand, he has not fully recovered.

Bourkeso's presence is the reason why S.H.I.E.L.D. maintains restraint against the barbarians.

"Well, you're the director."

Coulson took over the task easily, and it just so happened that he needed to slow down.

The days of studying the Purple Man made him feel like he had some indescribable changes, and his instincts told him that he was on the brink of danger.

"By the way, didn't you say you had a clue about Spider-Man last time? S.H.I.E.L.D. now needs its own supernatural powers. And that street hero seems to be a good target to recruit. ”

Nick Fury seemed to just mention it in passing, and then said nothing.

"I'll give you a message in writing before I go on a mission."

Coulson understood what Nick Fury meant.

What that big, bald head with a black heart needs is not for Spider-Man to become someone for S.H.I.E.L.D., but to be his hidden power.

Nick Fury's ambitions are finally not limited to building a few secret bases that no one knows about, and he now intends to cultivate a secret power of his own.

Even Coulson didn't know who he was targeting.

"Go ahead."

Nick Fury made a declaration of the end of the conversation, and after watching Coulson leave his office, he picked up the phone.

"Blade, you can continue."

Nick Fury was in contact with Blade before, and Blade, as the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. forces in the Battle of London, knew definitely a little clearer information than the British official said.

If it weren't for the fact that Blade had disappeared for a while after the Battle of London and had only now regained contact with him, he wouldn't have become so passive.

"Vampires, you definitely have to be careful, and then do everything you can to strengthen S.H.I.E.L.D., I don't think that old comrade of yours can be of much use in the face of that kind of monster."

The voice of the Blade Warrior came from the other end of the line, but there was some urgency in it.

"You mean what the clans call the Ancestors? Or is it the god of blood as they claim? ”

Nick Fury was a little impatient, and he hated Blade's way of reporting off the point.

"I'm talking about demons and angels, and the real vampires, not the mongrels you know!"

Blade's words came to an abrupt halt at this point, and the phone was hung up.

Blade didn't hang up the phone himself, but he encountered something he didn't want to meet.

At this time, an elegant and deep figure in front of him gently turned off his mobile phone, and then looked at him with a smile.

"You're Accardo?"

The Blade Warrior's voice was puzzled, the bloodline belonging to the vampire in his body made him feel the suppression of the bloodline, but the figure in front of him did not look like the handsome and bevelous Accardo, but like another person.

"What a faux pas, I thought you would say the name 'Dracula'. It's rare for a barely interesting guy to appear among those guys who have stolen my power, and how boring can he be? What a disappointment. ”

Dracula whispered.

Then he took a look at the room where the Blade Warrior was.

Not far away, two weeping angels were staring at each other.

The Weeping Angel is a bit unreasonable to say that the mighty is indeed powerful, but it is simply too funny for two Weeping Angels to be able to observe each other.

"It's a bit surprising that you can find this way to restrain the Weeping Angels. But don't you understand that their power is beyond the reach of you and the organization behind you? ”

Dracula picked up a goblet and shook it slowly, and Blade could clearly smell the blood in the cup.

Dracula is not Accardo, he doesn't just drink red wine.

The current Dracula is not the vampire king who wants to die at the hands of humans, but an outright evil monster.

"What do you want me to do?"

The Blade Warrior didn't make the slightest senseless resistance.

Faced with his true ancestor, Blade had no intention of resisting.

Dracula wasn't the one the disgusting vampire bastards were in the first place.

It was nothing more than a thief who had stolen the vampire's powers, along with the name "Dracula".

Only the one in front of you is the true vampire ancestor.

"I want to give you a little strength, but unfortunately, you have lost your virginity, so you can't be my dependent, only a slave."

Dracula shook the blood from the goblet gracefully, and the smell of blood began to dissipate.

Degu stretched out his fingers, dripping a drop of his own blood into the goblet, and placed it in the Blade Warrior's hand in a way that the naked eye couldn't catch.

"Maybe you'll still be lucky enough to be in the sun."

Dracula said with a sinister smile and turned to leave the scene.

As he left, the bodies of the two weeping angels were filled with dense cracks.

After letting out a scream from the soul, the two weeping angels died directly.

Dracula has been a little busy lately, because he doesn't know which idiot posted the picture of the Weeping Angel to a scary lore forum on the Internet.

As a result, the number of weeping angels has skyrocketed abnormally.

"Whoever bears the image of an angel will eventually become an angel."

This is how the Weeping Angel was born.

Of course, this includes videotapes, books, and even monitors and pupils.

The blood in Dracula's hands was the life of the one who started it, and now he needed to visit the viewers of the forums one by one.

Then remove the hidden danger of the weeping angel.

Blade is just an actor he chooses for his idle boredom and wants to watch a good show.

The Blade Warrior looked at the goblet in his hand, a call from the depths of his soul.

His body developed a fierce hunger instinct for the cup of blood.

The Blade Warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse at all, so he could only endure the nausea and pour the blood from the cup directly into his mouth.

He had never sucked blood before, and even when he needed to recover from his injuries, he would opt for blood transfusions.

Because he wants to distinguish himself from those miscellaneous pieces who suck blood as their nobility.

But when faced with the real vampire ancestor, he has no choice.

……

On the sacred mountain of Harlogas, Natasha and Hawkeye meet right in front of Steve.

Steve is learning how to fight shields from Kalju, a master of combat, but progress is slow.

Because even if Karl Jou is the best of the parrying masters, the purpose of his parrying is to smash the heads of his enemies with his shield and fists.

If the situation wasn't so critical, Karl Jou preferred the feeling of Iron Boots crushing a demon's head.

The shield was just a choice he had to prolong his fighting years.

Steve, on the other hand, doesn't have that kind of strength, and although it's a bit of a struggle to break a normal person's head, it's still quite easy to separate the head from the spine.

But when it comes to facing a transcendent enemy, it's not the final word.

"Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready for battle."

Hawkeye said to Steve.

While Nick Fury is talking about letting Steve pursue what he wants, what does Captain America want? It's just a matter of getting rid of the enemy and embracing peace.

To put it bluntly, it's just to make Captain America ready to go to war at any time.

Hawkeye was dismissive of Nick Fury's way of talking in words.

Everything has to be guessed?

If you guess correctly, it is because of his leadership, and if you guess wrong, because your subordinates do not understand it properly?

It's a nonstick pan.

"What's going on again?"

Steve had just stopped what he was doing to ask a question, when he was struck on the head by Cal Jou with a small broken wooden shield.

Steve lay neatly on the ground, his eyes looking at the sky in a trance.

"Looks like you're only going to be able to train here today."

Karl Qiu threw the broken wooden shield in his hand directly to the ground and disappeared.

When it comes to training a warrior who is not destined to become an heir, Karl Jou lacks interest.

If it weren't for Bourqueso's request, he wouldn't have done such a useless thing.

"Asgard has sunk, and the rest of the Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico, and I'm thinking about whether or not to tell Thor."

Natasha pulled out a bottle of vodka and poured it in.

It is only on the sacred mountain of Harogas that the black widow shows her wild side.

"This is really big news."

Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a slight prickly sensation and said:

"So what are you going to do? Hiding it from Thor? ”

"I'm going to tell him, but I don't know how to say it."

Natasha thought about the pride she felt every time she met Thor, and Thor would tell them all about Asgard, and she had a slight headache.

Do you want her to tell Thor "Your dad lost and was sealed with your mom"?

Thinking of this, Natasha pulled out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, and almost took out a bobosha and opened fire everywhere.

"I think something is a little wrong with the most difficult situation, and the most experienced things seem to have increased all of a sudden."

Hawkeye snatched the bottle of vodka from Natasha's hand and poured it into his mouth.

Ever since the appearance of the Hell Demon King, the world has suddenly become unpeaceful.

Hawkeye only felt a little bitter.

Especially after meeting the Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things are completely out of control.

"I thought that after I dealt with the Red Skull, the whole world would be at peace again. Hell, I'm just a veteran and now I'm getting my pension! ”

Steve picked up his shield and put it over his face as he spoke, his voice a little urn-like.

"Who's going to tell Thor?"

Hawkeye said in a somewhat tone, and the whole person didn't feel good.

"Why don't I go? You know, the old guys have to get rid of the young guys. ”

Vader's voice, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly sounded, and he appeared three or four paces away from several people.

"Ancestor Vader, you're here again. You are the only one on the entire holy mountain who seems to have nothing to do. ”

Natasha smiled and pulled out a bottle of wine and threw it over, although Vader, who had no physical body, couldn't drink now, but it didn't prevent him from collecting it.

Vada, who hadn't saved a dime before he died, naturally didn't have any wine to hide.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been blowing the autumn wind everywhere.

"Is this a deposit?"

Vader smiled heartily, and walked in the direction of the Elder's Temple.

Thor is probably with that boring guy from Vorusk right now.

"Vader always says he's just a merchant's soul, but who would believe his nonsense."

Hawkeye muttered quietly.

The old general in Quarkek had some respect when he faced Vader, and it would be a lie to say that Vader was not strong.

"Maybe Vader will always meet someone who sees the right eye, and then he probably won't have to fight the autumn breeze everywhere."

Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow of the Holy Mountain.

At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the holy mountain.

Maybe not so brave......

It was a man who was 1.88 meters tall and had curly blond hair.

Compared to his height, he looks a little thin.

It looks like it's only about seventy kilograms.

And his face was full of pain, like one that could be short-sighted at any moment.

"Young man, are you planning to come to die?"

Madolph said with a frown at the young man in front of him, and he felt a somewhat annoying aura in this young man.

That's what it feels like to die.

And this guy has no life at all, it's like losing the whole world, it's better to live than to die.

"Yes, it's just me...... How do you say that? I can't die. ”

"I tried to jump off a building, and there was a big hole in the ground, and I got better after resetting my broken neck.

I also tried to throw myself into the lake, but I just slept in it. Drinking bleach felt like drinking coffee, and the bombs couldn't kill me, and I felt like I had been abandoned by death. ”

The young man said this, and the more he said it, the more sad he became.

Although his experience is very sad, it is absurdly ridiculous.

Craig Hollis.

Essentially he's still a human, just mutated......

Of course, this mutation is benign, and there doesn't seem to be a problem with calling it a "supreme human".

As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.

Killing his body will only resurrect him immediately after a while.

And death is like forgetting the existence of this guy, never intended to take his soul with him. Perhaps it was not yet time for his body to die, so his name was removed from his authority.

"It's really bizarre that those who despise life actually despise death?"

Maddock rubbed his beard, and he felt as if the young man was able to disgust Massaire.

Although Masayr could kill the young man's soul with sheer strength, the rules of death would have no effect on the guy.

"Why did you climb the Holy Mountain when you were looking for death?"

Maddock was starting to have a headache, and he said with some irritation.

"It's just that this place seems to make me needy, and I won't be left behind, someone said this to me."

Craig said.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Talik couldn't stand Maduk's perfunctory tone, and he preferred to give young people some guidance to Maduk.

As for Kolik, who was squatting on the other side, he just didn't say a word.

Colick respects life, so he doesn't like guys who fight for their deaths.

You know, even the berserker Banar fights to survive.

The guy who fought in pursuit of death, he didn't even want to look at it.

"Craig Hollis. Can I find what I'm looking for here? ”

Craig asked in a hopeful tone, and there was a sudden light in his lifeless eyes.

"If you want to die, you just have to go to the most dangerous places, and there will always be someone who can kill your soul."

Talik was a little angry at the young man who defied life and death.

The death of the body does not mean death, just like the souls of their ancestors, but in a different way of being.

And the death faced by the barbarians is not just the death of the body.

In the battle against the Demon Lord of Hell, there are many cases where the barbarian warrior does not even leave a soul behind.

This is also the reason why the Rasmar Sacrifice, the somewhat terrifying necromancer, uses the corpses of the dead.

What can a soulless corpse do to take revenge on the demon?

Only necromancers can get these dead who have even their souls dead to take revenge on the guy who caused their death.

This is also the reason why the barbarians have never spoken ill of necromancers.

Those guys are respectable, but they still can't get close.

"Kill my soul? That's not what I want, I want to go where the dead are supposed to be, but I'm always denied. ”

Craig said in a very low tone, and the whole person fell directly to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Tears continued to flow from his eyes.

"You're going to the land of the dead?"

Bourkeso's figure suddenly appeared in this place, and then the tall figure stood above Craig's head.

"Why?"

Bourkeso didn't quite understand the guy's thoughts.

It's not unheard of in the dead seekers, but most of those guys want nothing more than eternal sleep, not to go to the land of the dead to continue to suffer.

Bulkeso only glanced at Craig and roughly understood the situation of this guy's so-called immortality.

It's just that physically, this guy has reached a certain level of perfection.

But this perfection did not qualify Craig to become stronger, but only made him extremely outstanding in recovery and longevity.

It has a vitality that is not much different from that of pure Nephiten, and his body exudes vitality all the time.

Lifespan can be described as "infinite", and in terms of resilience, because the soul is not accepted by the rules of death itself, the body is constantly recovering.

This is a guy who is almost indistinguishable from Nephilim.

It made no difference except that Nephilim's life and soul would be accepted by death, and that Nephilim had no restrictions on the growth of his power.

"I ......"

Craig hesitated, he didn't know if he wanted to confide his pain to a stranger.

"Alright, boy. You are not fit to be a barbarian, and your body will not accept the blood of Nephiti as a barbarian. ”

Bourkeso sat directly next to Craig.

This guy's body is more balanced, and it is impossible to accept any biased Nephilimian bloodline.

Barbarians, witchers, necromancers, and vanished druids are a little closer to demons, and the Holy Army and the witch doctors are more like angels.

Only the bodies of the warrior monks are closest to the concept of balance.

This can be seen in the transformation skills that unleash the power of the bloodline.

The Barbarian's Berserker's Fury is as hideous as the Witcher's vengeful transformation, full of negative emotions. Those vanished druids turned into beasts, and they were not without bestiality. The necromancer's blood-soul division is more like using demonic means to make the blood split the soul.

The Arcati warriors of the Holy Cult were golden and looked like battle angels without wings.

The Witch Doctor's soul walk reveals the nature of their souls, and the dark blue souls are not much different from the Archangel of Destiny, Iserriel.

As for the warrior monks' spiritual light enlightenment skills, which are jokingly called black transformations, their whole bodies have turned into pitch black, but there is divine brilliance everywhere they walk. It's like Inprius dyed black, or Mephisto believing in the Light.

The bloodline of the warrior monk is the most balanced.

As for the mage......

Mage is a superposition of knowledge and rules, and the posture of the mage is completely that they forcibly control the rules with their soul and knowledge.

Bloodlines are of no use to them.

Bourkeso even doubted that Li Min would be able to gain that terrifying power even if he wasn't Nephitien, and use his knowledge to gain eternal life.

And if Craig, whose body tends to be perfectly balanced as a human being, wants to become Nephilim, it is probably only the bloodline of the warrior monk that can be fused into it.

"I don't want to be a barbarian, I just want to go to the land of the dead."

Craig didn't quite understand Bourkeso's words, he just wanted to get "death" without discrimination.

"Then you'll probably need to make a petition to death in person."

Bourkeso also began to feel distressed by the guy in front of him.

For a moment he couldn't figure out why the Holy Mountain of Harogas had let this guy come up, and directed him here to meet this guy.

Bourkeso couldn't figure it out.

Originally, he was sitting quietly on a rock, thinking about what to use to wake up Leoric.

Mina Hacke's bones were enough for Skeletron Leorik to show up, but what Bourkeso didn't want to revive was still the Skeletron who hated life and refused to die.

He wanted to awaken the virtuous king of Canduras, Leorik, who could give Bourkeso a lot of advice if he was sober.

Especially the knowledge about the Dark Soul Stone and the experience of fighting the Whispers of the Hell Demon King, these are all things that Bourkeso needs.

"I just want to go to the realm of death, and it's too painful for me to live."

Following Craig's words, Bourkeso suddenly understood the meaning of the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

A body rejected by death, a soul that wants to die.

This is Leorik's best reliance.

"Maybe I'm ......"

Halfway through his words, Bourkeso suddenly shut up.

If he wants Leorik to be resurrected, he wants to take away a person's eternal life? Even if eternal life is painful for the person, even if the person wants to be led by death?

It's not fair at all! Life cannot be weighed other than life itself.

Whether the owner of this life wants to continue to live or not, this life is his own.

Lives should not be paid for.

Even if he didn't need this life, Bourkeso couldn't give the equivalent in exchange.

"You can stay on top of the Holy Mountain for a while, and this place may make you want to open some. If you're afraid of losing, you won't lose anything here. At least you won't grieve about the loss anymore. ”

Bourkeso twitched the corners of his mouth, but finally said this.

Since the Holy Mountain has approved of Craig Hollis, he will not forcefully drive him down the mountain.

A man who seeks death but can't?

What a sorrow it was.

There is no sin in this guy, only a small kindness.

Being different can sometimes be seen as a mistake, but Nephilim has never been different.

The holy mountain of Harogas has room for a sad and poor man.

"Can you see death here?"

Craig's voice was filled with humble supplication, which made Bourkeso's expression more and more uncontrollable.

"Death has left an indelible pain here."

Bourkeso grabbed a cloud of snow from the ground, and below it were the remnants of the barbarians who had been reduced to ashes when death came.

Death took the lives of the savages, and the power of Masayr crushed the souls of these unfortunate creatures.

They end up with nothing left.

Bourkeso still doesn't like this guy named Craig Hollis.

What kind of courage did this guy use to get the approval of the Holy Mountain of Harlogas?

Is it the courage to persevere?

Bourkeso felt more and more confused.