Dark Savages Come To the United States

On the sacred mountain of Harrogath.

Mr. Immortal Craig has a brand new existence in his consciousness.

And his uniqueness completely fell into the eyes of the reincarnated Vandaloni (Karasim)!

"life?"

These two words came out of Craig's mouth.

The tone was no different from that of Karasim.

But there is still a scene of horror in the eyes!

Craig's life wasn't fake, his lost love and resentment against the undead never faded away.

And he is really alive.

"Young man, I will not destroy your soul and will, but you need to become one with me!"

Karasim said so.

The mantra under the feet suddenly spread out!

This rare and powerful man sent out a reminder with his soul, calling for everything he was familiar with!

This is Harrogas!

The moment the holy mountain was shrouded by other forces, the ancestors were already on their way!

"Vandaloni!"

A roar!

The comer is the barbarian sword master! Kahn!

He and Vandaloni are old acquaintances, but the relationship is not very harmonious.

"Is Bulkelso on the holy mountain? I have something to tell him!"

With the help of Craig's body, Fandaloni spoke immediately.

His soul is escaping little by little, and this escaping will continue until he can merge with Craig's consciousness.

"He is accepting the honor of the Immortal King, and you are reincarnated again!?"

When Kahn spoke, many ancestors appeared behind him and were watching.

The ancestors were a little unclear which name to call the reincarnated monk, but except for Kahn, the other existences were not familiar with Vandaloni.

But Kharazim was their approved partner.

"Tradition...Okay! Then let you relay those words for me! I'm about to merge with this kid. There may be some forgetting by then."

With the help of Craig's body, the monk began to tell the story of his experience.

Includes Lilith's resurrection and a brief analysis of Malthael's calculations!

None of the barbarian ancestors present interrupted, just listening quietly.

Until Vandaroni's voice was so weak that he could no longer hear it.

As the power of the mantra dissipated, Craig lay stiffly on his back on the ground.

The ancestors began to exchange opinions with each other at this time.

Only Juggernaut Kahn looked at Craig in front of him, without saying a word for a long time.

"Lilith, co-mother of the nephalem? What does Malthael want to do?"

Maddock crossed his arms, tilted his head and kept thinking.

But the other ancestors turned their attention to Talic.

It is Tariq's opinion that is decisive, and the Gatekeeper enjoys a higher status than the ordinary ancestors.

"Holy Mother of Grace, save us?"

Tariq recited Rathma's last words, and looked up at Madok who was thinking.

"I don't have any doubts about Lilith's knowledge, but what does Marthael want to do?"

Tariq looked at those ancestors inquiringly.

All the ancestors are constantly using their brains, thinking desperately.

"The unity of wisdom and knowledge may be more suitable for creation than fate plus knowledge! The world over there is already dying!"

Lei Ko passed through the souls of the ancestors, yawning and talking.

Rathmah would speak words seeking salvation, which is already very rare.

Rathma's power is enough to get him everything he wants, except the ones that never come.

"Masail's purpose is to devour? Or to cooperate?"

Maddock muttered.

This question is important.

If Malthael chose to devour Lilith, how could Rathma wake up his mother in front of Malthael?

And Malthael's strength should be higher than Lilith's, and there is no need to look far away.

Unless, Malthael knew something about Lilith's secret!

"None of this is unimportant, Bulkelso will take care of that.

He is about to become the Immortal King!

The problem now was that the child, the reincarnation of a monk, had no nephalem in his body. "

Cassius tugged at his beard and looked at Craig on the ground.

Craig's soul has begun to transform into the form of Kharazim.

The long hair that fell out and the growing beard made him look old for many years.

"Monk blood? Perhaps Johanna and I can each give him some blood?

In this way, he can probably get the balance of the blood, right? "

Lei Kou raised her eyes to look at the Elder's Temple blocked by the holy mountain, with some expectation in her eyes.

He felt the power of the Archangel of Justice, and if nothing else happened, Bulkelso became stronger again.

A monk's bloodline is a balance of half angel and half demon.

When he showed Ling Guanwu's dark figure, the divine light that emanated showed this.

Barbarians lean towards demons, while crusaders are more like angels.

But no one knows whether such a fusion can achieve the result they hoped for.

"There is still life! Don't say you can't feel Craig's essence, he is a life in a certain world! Just why!?"

Karcho slammed his fist hard on his palm, making a loud noise.

His face was a little ugly.

The authority of life is not grasped by death? But as an ordinary human being descended into this world?

Calcio doesn't quite understand this kind of thing.

"Perhaps, the gods of this world have some calculations that we don't know about?"

Maddock raised his head and glanced at Leko.

Regarding the gods of this world, Bulkelso might hide something from them.

But she won't hide it from Lai Kou.

Because Lai Ko stood at the same level as those guys.

Maddock needs more information from Laiko.

"Okay, we still have Kanai's Magic Box! At worst, throw my blood and Johanna's blood into it. The power of Kanai's Magic Box is enough to create a blood that fits the monk's physique!"

Lai Ko said a little irritablely.

She already felt that the power outside the Elder's Temple was weakening, and Bulkelso was about to come out soon!

...

"Let's go, Rorschach!"

Clutching two legendary gems in his hands, Bulkelso greeted Rorschach.

Even if Rorschach becomes the new Archangel of Justice, he is still a member of the barbarians!

The blood of the stag tribe will not be completely repelled by the personality of an archangel.

And Tyrell still has some sense of proportion.

If Rorschach is taken from the hands of the barbarians, then the high-level heaven will have to bear corresponding revenge!

Equal Revenge!

Now barbarism has such power!

"Is this the world in the eyes of the archangel?"

Luo Xia turned his head and looked at Guang Yi behind him, a little embarrassed.

A new perspective, and the indifference of human nature filled his heart with uneasiness.

"Rorschach, I say! Let's go!"

With a casual move, Bulkelso took the double knives on the ground in his hands and hung them around his waist.

As for the old man who just walked out of the crack, he was standing at the door of the Elder Temple and beating that layer of energy with his hands.

"Am I human now or what?"

Rorschach took off the nut hammer from his waist and put it in front of him to observe.

He asked Bulkeso in his mouth.

A little panicked.

"You are a barbarian, the next leader of the Bucks. It's just that you want to be the leader, but you have to wait."

Bulkelso walked to the door of the Elder's Temple, looked at Guangman outside and said.

Bull Casso never thought that he would lose, let alone that he would die in battle!

Therefore, Rorschach may have to fight as the successor for a long time, the next such identity.

As for the power of the Archangel?

This just allowed Rorschach to observe Tyrell's perspective.

Maybe, that dark bastard will come out one day and take back his power from Rorschach.

Bulkeso thought so.

It's just that he didn't know that after Tyrael returned to the high heaven, he died as a human being in the hands of Yseril!

That incomparably powerful force has also become a force of balance!

"ha!"

Burkasso stood at the highest end of the steps and let out a loud enough battle cry!

The double knives at the waist exude a strong light!

The holy mountain began to gather energy, and green grass grew on this silent mountain.

"I! I am the Immortal King!"

Burkesso yelled.

The blood in his body was rapidly flourishing.

That kind of mixed power continuously gathered on him.

Then it turned into pure breath of life and sprinkled on the ground!

The sound of the tomahawk breaking through the air echoed, and from the corner of the holy mountain, a mouse poked its head out, looking left and right.

Not far behind the mouse, a fox jumped up high and jumped towards the mouse!

Moss has finally climbed on the huge stone building that has been abandoned!

Several rabbits ran out from the dry bushes.

"Bulkasso!"

Lai Ko roared loudly!

Behind him came the muffled honking of a bull.

The blood-red strong body gathered into a whole cow and appeared there, only lacking a pair of strong enough horns.

The bull's feet kept scraping the ground, and seemed a little restless.

"Bulkasso!"

This is Canuck's voice!

A golden light emerged from his soul, gathering on the bull's head, forming strong horns!

The bull raised his head and shouted loudly to the sky!

"Bulkasso! Haha!"

Maddock let out a snarl and laughed loudly.

The storm rose with his voice, and broke those withered branches to the ground!

The snow on the ground faded in the storm, revealing the supposedly fertile soil!

The wreckage of broken weapons that can be seen everywhere on the ground rose into the sky with the strong wind!

The metal rubbed and turned into thunder, landing on the withered branches!

Flame rises!

"Bulkasso! Oh!"

Tariq grabbed Cassius' neck and shouted!

His anger covered the ground like a stream of water!

The green grass that just germinated rose in an instant!

The anger of the Tagus tribe is the praise and miracle of life!

In the fracture where the dead tree fell, the saplings began to sprout!

"Immortal King!"

Cassius punched Tariq's throat, interrupting Tariq's "Oh!"

A big bear appeared behind him!

The big bear stood upright, and then roared at the river that had just started to thaw!

"Immortal King!"

This voice is extremely deep!

This is the roar from Kurtur!

The big bear raised his palms and slammed them on the ice of the river!

"Crack!" The voices became one piece! The ice surface was completely turned into powder!

A fish jumps up from the rushing river, its scales reflect dazzling brilliance between the sun and the waves!

"Bulk Casso~"

Slowly, the voice of the sleeping Orac sounded.

The big bear's mouth stretched out and bit the fish in its mouth!

The big bear never starves, this is the appeal of the god of war!

All the ancestors raised their heads and looked at Burkasso who stood at the highest point.

He looked at the twin knives that were exuding dazzling light!

The follow-up will probably be a chapter of 8,000 or 10,000 words.

If there are not enough words before six o'clock, then I will probably post it directly.

I saw a comment recently, saying that it is better to read the background of the Diablo III story because I wrote it, saying that I copied a lot of Diablo background stories...

I'm a little flattered...

I never expected that I would be able to make readers have such an illusion...

In the relationship between the characters, the relationship between the archangels, the relationship between the devil king of hell and so on are all brought together by my efforts.

The purpose of each party is accompanied by the strands of hair that fell on the pillow...

Consulting information is the most basic respect for the original work for writers who are doing second creations.

That's not much to say.

It's just that there's another comment on the opposite side, hating my rearranged character identities.

Especially Andariel's identity.

I mentioned that Andariel and Duriel are twins, so I can't accept the setting I made...

What I want to do is to tell a heroic story, a story of human beings who are still fighting in a worldview of darkness and despair.

I hope that every character can leave an impression on the readers after they appear on the stage.

So it will be set according to my needs.

Although it is a bit uncomfortable, I still thank the reader for his willingness to express his views.

Thanks