Dark Savages Come To the United States

With the appearance of Burkasso in the eyes of the ancestors.

There is finally a little life on the holy mountain of Harrogas.

But all the visions of life point to Craig who is sleeping!

He is the authority of life, and at this time Kharazim's soul has begun to merge with this sad man!

In Craig's consciousness, Kharazim was divided into two figures, sitting cross-legged on each other.

Kharazim and Vandaloni!

Opposite them is Mr. Immortal Craig!

"The glory of the gods will last forever."

Fandaloni opened his eyes and looked at the two people beside him.

The power that belongs to the legendary monk constantly exudes from his body, which contains his mastery of those skills after hard work.

"The brilliance of Ita will last forever."

Kharazim raised his fist, and the clasps of the two gloves clattered lightly.

Like a bell.

"What's going on here?"

Craig looked at the two monks in front of him, flustered.

The body continuously emits a faint green light.

"Your body is enough to support our existence, but reincarnation is not about us occupying your body."

Fandaloni lowered his head and spoke softly.

A phantom behind him is constantly moving, Qixiangquan, Explosive Palm, Illusion Body Jue, Jinzhongpo and other skills other than boxing are constantly being demonstrated.

The cover at this time did not have the determination and anger he had when he hit Ozil.

The function of the monk was originally to communicate with the gods.

What Vandaloni did should be called a speech.

Following the phantom's movements, Vandaloni's body floated up gently.

The sacred aura that was independent of the crusaders gradually became richer, exuding a quiet fragrance.

"Reincarnation means that you will know all the skills we know, and feel the blessings of the gods as you continue to grow.

It's just that you can't obtain this power through blood. "

Karasim raised his head and looked at his fist, which seemed to be filled with gods, making his expression serene and heavy.

The sound of fists piercing the air came from his body, ranging from a relaxed piercing sound to a continuous roar.

The dull movement made by the fist hitting the demon's body became no longer noisy at this time, it just showed calmness.

Karasim, a monk who is good at boxing, combined the skills of illusion and boxing with the help of Vandaloni in his previous life.

It's just that in the previous battles, he hadn't had time to show his own fighting style.

The sounds of Lei Guang Fist, Chong Xin Fist, Jin Duan Jue and Bai Crack Fist echoed continuously.

Only voices could be heard, but phantoms could not be seen demonstrating the four boxing techniques.

"Craig, we'll be one, but you'll still be you."

Fandaloni took over the conversation and spoke leisurely.

He knew that the savages had been told what needed to be explained.

Now he can continue to practice as long as he is a guide.

Everything about the monks has not been entrusted to the weak Craig, but the raw power can awaken their souls, allowing the two legendary monks to exist and fight in a way similar to the ancestors of the barbarians.

"Should I, I mean what should I do?"

Craig looked at the two monks in front of him tremblingly like a frightened hamster.

With the help of Leoric, he obtained the memory of the monk, and he probably understood what happened to him.

It's just that this is a strange experience, so I feel afraid.

"Don't do anything, and wait for the day when you can communicate with the gods."

As Vandaloni said this, his body turned into a ray of light and rushed into Craig's body.

The first step of reincarnation is turning into a flame from Craig's soul, and then using himself as fuel to continuously illuminate this soul.

Burn out the impurities, then be devout.

"The gods are in your heart."

Kharazim smiled, turning into a soft voice that melted into Craig's body.

Outside, Bulkelso watched the changes on the holy mountain with a serious expression.

"Now, you have an Immortal King again! So do what you have to do!"

Burkasso shouted, and the gate of the holy mountain emitted a more intense light!

As if echoing.

Mount Harrogath is no longer Mount Arreat.

Everything here is brand new, with no bodies of first ancestors pinned to the bottom.

Nor is there a half-asleep soul to guide.

It's just that you can't be free after all.

The souls of the ancestors still can only stay in this place, existing through attachments and unfulfilled wishes.

Use the soul to feed back the holy mountain, just to keep that little bit.

"Bulkasso! Protect me!"

The roars of the ancestors continued like mountains and sea whistles.

There is no fanaticism, just reverence and hope for the future.

The Immortal King is not a simple title, but a long enough period of peace.

Every Immortal King can bring this!

And Bulkelso is the most powerful one!

"I want to interrupt. Although I don't intend to offend, I can't wait for this question."

The somewhat thin old man looked at every change on the holy mountain, patted Bulkeso's shoulder blades and asked:

"Where is this place, and how did I get here? By the way, you can call me war."

The old man was a little sad when he said "war".

The old face became tense.

Barbarians are dangerous enough in his eyes.

Even more dangerous than those endless Dalics.

Because these existences are human beings!

In the mage's sanctuary, a weak voice sounded in astonishment.

"The Immortal King has come!"

Sonya opened her eyes in the New York sanctuary, and shouted this sentence immediately!

She felt the presence of the holy mountain and established a connection with those ancestors.

When she was in Sanctuary, she had lost all contact with her ancestors, and the feeling of regaining it made her excited.

Blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, but he still struggled to stand up!

In the previous battle, she couldn't even summon the unconscious phantom of the three ancestors.

That moment meant that Sonya's power was greatly weakened.

It was precisely for this reason that she chose to take the risk to find the body of the first ancestor.

But the final result was hung on the pillar as a sacrifice, waiting for Lilith's arrival.

[Masail! It was Marthael who sent me here! What purpose does he have! He's trying to find Bulkelso through me? Or simply want to get me out of that place! ? 】

Sonya's mind continued to think.

But can't get an answer!

As an out-and-out genius among the barbarians, if Sonya lacked something, it would only be in the face of failure.

Sonya hadn't even seen enough setbacks growing up.

And that had to include the ones she'd challenged Burkasso to fight.

Sonya was tough and never failed.

Until the day that the holy mountain of Harrogath disappeared in the Sanctuary!

"Ma'am, I think you need therapy right now."

Wang looked at Sonya who was still vomiting blood after sitting up suddenly, and said with some anxiety.

As a mage who had seen Bulkelso, he recognized Sonya's identity as a barbarian almost instantly.

It's just not a good time for small talk.

"I will repay the damage caused, but now I have more important things to do!"

Sonya stood up with difficulty, pressing her palms on the wound on her abdomen.

The wound bled by Rathma hadn't healed yet, but Sonya couldn't wait for the healing time.

With the departure of the holy mountain, the medicine bottle has no effect on them.

After all, the rules of life have been taken away from the hands of the world.

Sonya falteringly opened a portal.

She is now going to meet the newborn Immortal King!

Look who has the breath of Bulkasso in his body, but it is no longer the familiar power!

Until she saw it with her own eyes, Sonya wouldn't believe that Bulkelso was gone.

Sonya needs to personally verify this change.

It's just that her body is unusually weak.

The ancestors of the first generation used her blood to become a sacrifice to awaken Lilith.

Even if Sonya's life is saved, Sonya will not be grateful!

The backhands left by the first generation of Bulkelso all point to the cruel truth.

The existing barbarians will only worship the first generation of Bulkelso as a god, and there will be no one who still regards him as a reliable immortal king!

Now, a new Immortal King has been born!

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high heaven.

Izreal looked at Izuel whose body was no longer mutated and smiled.

He sat in the center of the Angris council, quietly observing the holy mountain of Harrogas.

The return of the Immortal King is good news.

Because this temporarily dispelled Yzreal's plan to point the finger at the barbarians.

Now he can't bear Bulkelso's anger, but soon he won't!

Because the soul of an angel has returned to the high heaven! Ozil is recovering bit by bit, and he has no intention of helping.

Ozil was a follower of Malthael, and Yzreal didn't think he could turn the Burning Angels around.

But he could make some preparations for Malsayr's arrival.

Or stand unequivocally on the opposite side of the Soul Reaper, so as to gain more things.

A whole new world meant he had more options, not having to contend with those demons.

There is no need to rush to count those nephalem who touch the position of the gods.

As for what the original world had become, he had already understood it when he fled that place.

Selfishness is something that the archangels find hard to give up.

Especially for the guy who balances this super controlling desire!

"Izual, prepare a congratulatory gift, and then go to the holy mountain of Harrogath at the right time.

I don't want Bulkelso to come to High Heaven while saving you.

It is sacred and vast, but there is no room for a child of such a demon as the nephalem. "

Yizrael took out the parchment scroll in his hand and kept writing.

Without raising his head, he gave orders to Izual.

Izual nodded, but his movements were extraordinarily slow.

"Then, collect a portion of the demon's flesh and put it down in Ozil's origin. I wonder how Malthael will treat an angel who became a demon."

Izreal put the quill on the table and faced Izual.

Balance and wisdom are also not very harmonious.

Especially after the Archangel of Balance killed the human Tyrael!

Wisdom without justice is still strong, because wisdom has gone to a higher place.

But the power of justice still exists, and it cannot be forgotten in the corner.

Ozil will recover.

It's just that the time of recovery needs to be decided by him, Israel.

As for when the high-level heaven will start to expand its members, it depends on when Bulkelso will give his attitude as a high-ranking immortal king.

Threats or warnings don't matter.

As long as Bul-Kathel arrives, Yzreal will have a way of convincing the new Immortal King.

It can even take away the lives of that world.

Planning always has to be forward-looking.

Challenge your wisdom once in calculation, and then try to control the barbarians in the name of balance.

That's a great enough goal.

As long as he can make the gods of this world recognize him!

The chaotic contest is about to begin, and Yzreal will be the one who has the last laugh.

Balance is the pursuit of all worlds.

It will neither perish nor be born again.

Neither lost nor gained.

Israel intends to use this idea to save the world.

All sacrifices are worth it.

Sorry, deleted and wrote, wrote and deleted.

My mind was a little clouded.

Wake up and continue, the next update will probably be around seven or eight o'clock.

I seem to have overestimated my status a bit.