"I don't think you'll be able to pass my trial now, Jessica."

Orac looked at Jessica Jones in front of him and said angrily.

The first battle that this ancestor with the name of the god of war experienced was a massive demon horde.

It's just a bunch of walking corpses, but that's more than three hundred.

Even though Jessica Jones had good physical qualities in the eyes of the barbarians, Orak didn't think the girl could win.

"I can fly, isn't that enough for me to pass your trial?"

Jessica Jones said with some smugness.

Flying is a coveted ability for most humans.

"Fly?"

Orac scoffed.

"You can see if you can fly here."

Jessica thought about what Orac meant for a moment.

As a private investigator and a layman for a newspaper, Jessica Jones is not stupid.

"So there's a ban on flying here?"

"It's just that in front of the strong, flying is meaningless most of the time."

Orlac said as the momentum on his body swelled, trapping Jessica in place.

There are many flying types of demons in Hell, but they can only fight on the ground when facing barbarians.

Not because they were after a fair fight, but that flying was worthless in front of Nephilim.

Diablo can fly straight to the high heavens, but can't he still stand on the ground when facing Bourkeso?

Because if you want to defeat Nephilim, flying doesn't work.

It's as simple as that.

Children of angels and demons, Nephilim, with infinite possibilities, can of course fly, but it doesn't make much sense.

Gradually, all Nephilim didn't need to fly much, and no one mentioned it.

The Walking Dead are necromantic types of demons that are even able to play some simple tactics.

What is the use of flying?

"So I can fly?"

Luke Cage, who was watching Olak and Jessica not far away, was a little surprised.

Just like that Thunder Shazam, he wasn't sure if he could fly until he actually flew it.

For Nephilim, it's not that it can't, it's that it's unnecessary.

No matter how high you jump, you will be killed by molten fire, fierce poison, and strong mystery on the ground.

You can't avoid it when you fly.

Birds can also step on shelves on the ground, and stone people will be petrified.

It's not a big deal that ground effects can be air-to-air.

Bang! A bang.

Luke Cage felt a familiar pain.

"Bastard, you don't come back to me for training, come to see what Orak is doing!"

Madolph straightened the iron rod in his hand and yelled at Luke Cage as he lay on the ground.

"I'm just here to ask for a story about you."

Luke rolled over and got up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Then why didn't you come and ask me?"

Madolph kicked Luke in the gut.

"Would you say?"

"No, but you don't even ask, what does that look like!"

Madolph grabbed Luke by the back of the neck and dragged him towards the previous training ground.

"Aren't you a prophet? Then why don't you even know what I'm going to do! ”

Luke struggled against the power of Madolphk, and he didn't want to be dragged along.

"I'm a battle prophet, are you here to fight me! Then I don't have to know that you're going to die a terrible death! ”

Madoc didn't say that he would cease to be a prophet after he died, perhaps in his opinion that it was not necessary.

"Idiot, when you get there, you let me go to the secret realm! I'm going to see how I grow without seeing you these days! ”

Madolph scolded and dragged Luke away, whether he would hit Luke on the head with a backhand.

It's not that he doesn't want to slap it with the palm of his hand, it's that the iron rod won't hurt Luke even if it breaks, but if he does it too hard, his heir's head will burst.

Madolph didn't want his legend to put too much pressure on his heir, at least not yet.

For most barbarians, the moment they learn that their final opponent is Baal, all they can do is to die generously with their weapons.

And Luke Cage obviously has not yet realized that he is afraid to die.

On the other side, Orak and Jessica watched together as Maddock cleaned up Luke Cage, and waited until the two of them were out of sight before continuing the previous conversation.

"So what do I do now?"

Jessica looked at the giant man in front of her, a little curious.

Orlac's dark brown hair and unbuilt beard kept his face in the background.

Basically, I can't tell what his facial features are like.

The barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe are basically this image.

Like a litter of giant bears, it looks rude and savage.

"Now, let's learn how to use weapons first."

Orak bent down and swept away the snow with his hands, picked up a recruit's standard hand axe, and threw it to Jessica Jones.

Orac took out another axe and grabbed it in his hand.

Orak quickly swung his hand axe into the distance, and a shockwave rushed straight into the sky.

"Slam, a skill that every savage must master. Once you've mastered the slam, you'll be able to use whatever weapon you want. ”

Orak casually threw the axe back to the ground, then took the Ares Blade at his waist in his hand.

With his swing, a hurricane rose, and then a shockwave of flames flew into the sky.

At that moment, Jessica felt that this place was not a snow-capped mountain at all, but a volcanic crater that was about to erupt.

"Cut, Orark, that monster."

Anda Kurgas, who was working hard to forge a car with Rasuk, spat at the flame-like shockwave.

Slamming itself is a skill that barbarians use to store their rage, but in Orark's hands, it is possible to unleash anger by slamming.

The explosion that more than fivefold made Orak invincible in battle.

Unleashing your anger by slamming it is like using a faucet that only sucks water from the water.

Storing up anger and releasing anger happen at the same time, and this is an ability that belongs only to Orlac.

Even if Bourkeso's onslaught could defeat Orak's onslaught head-on, he, Bourkeso, would not have learned Orlac's strange technique.

"Alright, Ancestor Anda, let's hurry up and forge it! Soon we will be able to have our own car. ”

Rasuk stretched out his arm and spoke loudly as he gestured at his biceps.

Anda Kurgas was very accommodating to the young barbarian Rasuk, even though he always acted like a tease.

But who would say that the weapons he forged were bad.

If this guy hadn't died at the time, he might have been able to forge a legend that was his own.