354 Noble Sacrifice Is the Privilege of the Strong

"You mean, you plan to hand the Time Stone into my hands?"

Bulcasso looked at the ancient one in front of him and asked in a somewhat fucked-up tone.

Then he looked up at the sky and saw that it was soon time to distribute the rewards.

It's just that Bulcaisuo is a little uninterested now.

"Perhaps I could bring you a watch, or a desk clock, too."

Ancient One looked at Bulcasso and spoke in a very calm manner.

Compared to having the time stone in his own hands, perhaps Bulcasso is more trustworthy.

When a person is too powerful to be limited, then the only thing that can limit him may be his morality.

At least for now, Bulkesso's morality is still protected. Moreover, it was impossible for Jotun Kule to snatch anything away from Bulkesso.

The ghost of a powerful ancient Nephalem, that's just a ghost.

Unlike the ancestral spirits who rely on everything on the Holy Mountain, even if he can move around without restraint, he cannot break through the limitations of his current body.

Infinite power cannot be swayed in large quantities, otherwise it will hurt the fragile soul.

This situation sounds like a joke.

"Let me think first."

Bulcasso glanced at Leiko who was watching the show and felt a little irritated.

Before, when Andalil was constantly interfering with his thoughts, he had never been as irritable as he is now.

A hasty decision may not necessarily lead to a wise outcome, and a rabbit killed on a tree stump may appear by chance.

Compared with "doing it", it is reasonable to think about it a little bit.

Just don't think too hard.

"I think it's pretty good. I mean the clock part."

Leiko smiled and nodded towards Gu.

Her interruption made Bulcasso, who was already having a headache, even more uncomfortable.

Leiko expressed her attitude, which was very troublesome.

After all, ignoring Leiko's opinion is not a good choice.

What's even more troublesome is that once someone questions Leiko, Kanuk will definitely appear from somewhere.

Canucks are more conscientious than hounds.

"I'm not a trash can, why do you always have to hand all these things to me?"

Bulcaisu stamped his feet in annoyance, expressing his dissatisfaction to Warusk below the ground.

Thinking about it carefully, after he made the original choice, it seemed as if he had been pushed forward by a pair of hands.

There seemed to be little choice along the way.

On the way to becoming stronger, Bulcaisuo had no time to observe the scenery. All he could see was disgusting flesh and blood and stumps.

In that fucked-up world, every normal person who can still think is precious.

There are too many guys who think too much and drive themselves crazy.

"Okay, I said crap."

Bulcaisel took a deep breath, then took out Qualkek's bitter wine and poured it into his mouth angrily.

Now he may be able to understand some of Qualkek's bitterness better.

There is no choice at all, unless we give up the fight and give up our existence as a flag.

The ancestors knew very well that Bulcaisel would not give up.

That's why I trust him so much.

What can you gain by giving up?

Maybe in today's world, if you give up your efforts, you can get a warm bed that won't criticize or complain, but in a place of refuge, giving up is choosing the most miserable way to die.

As long as you are a warrior, few will give up.

"I will give you a clock. I think it would be a good choice to place it next to the throne of the Immortal King."

Gu Yi said with a smile.

A tacit understanding between a mage and a barbarian.

The Time Stone cannot be thrown on the ground like a stone. There must be a vessel to hold it.

A watch is a good choice, and a desk clock is great too.

At least these things would stop Bulcasso from looking up at the sun or moon to judge the time.

"Say it in advance! I won't be like that guy sitting on the throne every day. No matter the day or night, regardless of the cold or heat, it's like there is nowhere to go but the throne."

Burcasso slapped his thigh and roared, spilling some of the bitter wine in the earthen jar in his hand.

The wounds on his body that were not easy to heal burst open again.

The force he used was not small at all. If it hit Luke this time, he would probably have to pray that the medicine bottle would be able to be used.

Apart from being beaten into a pulp, Bulcaisuo really hadn't seen much of instant death.

Even Rorschach was able to save his head when it was shot before.

Warusk is now a guy who must not be named, which is even more fucked up.

"No one will rush to the throne of the Immortal King to act wild. Unless it is your child."

Leiko laughed twice.

He looked a little sad.

She thought of her own child, another tragedy.

Leiko's children were raised by others.

I haven’t even tasted breast milk.

Because Joriz died a little hastily at that time, Leiko could only drag her body after giving birth to hold up the banner of the Bull Tribe.

The child is Leiko's pain.

It was also something that fate showed to Leiko early on.

“A show that sucks, and we’re the actors.”

There were signs of gibberish in Bulqueso.

He took the blood bottle from his waist with some stiffness and poured it into his mouth.

Then he silently poured the last bit of bitter wine into it.

Bul-Kathos told of Reko's anger and stuck the mountain-splitting axe in his hand heavily on the ground.

The tail of the axe was thick enough to hold Quarkek's bitter wine.

"Just think of it as a memorial to Quarkek."

Bul-Kathos said in a barely perceptible voice.

But the expression on his face was a little complicated, and this was not an expression that would be shown simply to commemorate someone.

Perhaps bitterness can bring more aftertaste, or after the bitterness is common, sweetness will be easier to enter the heart?

Rest has always been just a modified statement.

Rest also means disappearance, and gradually no one will remember this person's name.

"Good idea, transfer the risk to the barbarians."

Zortun Kule was floating high above the holy mountain, observing everything that happened below thoughtfully.

He did not hide his eyes, and he also believed that Bul-Kathos knew what he had done.

But the current situation is not bad.

At least in the barbarian territory, Zoltun Kule still has some face.

Zoltun Kule cares about the power of the Time Stone!

He even cares more about it than collecting the blood of the Nephalem.

The first generation of Bul-Kathos will not leave the barbarian, but when will he appear?

Zoltun Kule is very curious.

According to Zoltun Kule's investigation, that guy is not the kind of person who will obediently entrust everything to others.

That kind of possessiveness may be much stronger than what Volusk showed.

In another place in Harrogas, Johanna looked at Steve in front of her with some curiosity.

Time will definitely leave traces on existing things. This is what her teacher once taught her.

Johanna can use the wrinkles on her face to testify to this. This is true.

But Steve can feel the traces of nearly a hundred years of time, but his face and physical condition are still young.

After having contact with the humans in this world, Johanna certainly will not look at the humans in this world with her own inherent views.

Humility is also a virtue of the Crusader. It's a pity that this kind of modesty only appears in places that have nothing to do with fighting.

During the battle, this group always has an attitude of "let me do it".

"What do you think is noble, Steve?"

Johanna looked at Captain America in front of her, and frowned after carefully observing the shields that had turned into fragments.

Most of the shields of the Crusaders are specially made tower shields, and round shields can hardly meet the combat needs of this group.

Moreover, compared with flails and swords, shields are a bit weak as weapons.

It takes a bit more brutal means to implement beliefs.

"Sacrifice is noble."

Steve's tone was very peaceful, which reminded Johanna of the atmosphere in the Temple of the Brave.

Those guys usually have this tone.

"Noble sacrifice is the privilege of the strong. When you are weak, accepting protection and doing what you can will make you do your best.

Steve, what will you do when you face a stronger enemy?"

Johanna asked with curiosity.

Even though Steve has been recognized by her, understanding is just the beginning.

Besides, Johanna learned from Bul-Kathos that Steve was trampled under the feet of Diablo.

She couldn't help but worry.

It was difficult for outsiders to understand the feelings of people who were wrapped in fear and despair.

Perhaps at this time, a tablet of Venlafaxine would be more effective than the comfort of people who could not empathize.

"I will fight. After all, fighting only requires courage, not strength."

Steve raised his head, and his blue eyes seemed to be glowing.

"Then tell me, what did you think when you faced Diablo?"

The power of the law had risen under Johanna's feet, ready to give Steve a psychological treatment in a rough way at any time.

Rough means pain, and it is not guaranteed to be absolutely effective.

Even within the Crusaders, they feel powerless about such things.

At the moment when faith was shattered, it would be a good result if they just looked down upon everyone.

In a world full of demons, there are also many corrupted Crusaders.

And they are more deadly than those demons with relatively single attack methods.

If we were to say which group has the most corrupted people, it would probably be the Crusaders, Paladins, and Templars.

"I saw the mother and son I wanted to save, and I don't regret it. Although I'm still afraid."

Steve's voice was still firm.

Johanna was also a little relieved.

If Steve said that he had never felt afraid, it would be a dangerous signal.

As long as a normal person faces Diablo, he will feel fear, and it has nothing to do with whether he is strong or not.

Fear is the innate rule of life.

"Then get stronger."

Johanna said so, and took out a heavy shield from her backpack.

Johanna's defense!

Abdul Hazr, the chattering barbarian, knew the owner of this shield.

But unfortunately, the Johanna he knew was not the one in front of him, but the teacher of this Johanna.

Abdul Hazr always thought that the name Johanna would be removed from the list of the Crusaders.

This shield is very strong and suitable for the Crusaders to use when they are weak.

The first three enemies hit by the Blessed Hammer skill will receive 2.5 times more damage.

This shield is not a replica, but the first piece of equipment that the successive Johannas gave to their disciples.

It means inheritance.

As for Abdul Hazir, he was already dead when Malthael arrived.

Along with Sgura, who escaped the destruction of Sescheron.

There were no survivors in the devastated Harrogath.

This was much more tragic than what the Temple of the Brave has experienced.

"Perhaps you will also be named Johanna in an unknown period of time. I am looking forward to it."

Johanna said this and stuffed the shield into Steve's hand.

"Perhaps I should teach you how to use the Blessed Hammer. The training you need cannot be completed in one or two days. Fortunately, you still have time."

Johanna smiled, warm like the sun.

Of course, there is still time for the recruits.

For these Nephalem, sacrifice is the privilege of the strong!

Before Bul-Kathos falls, before Johanna falls, before Reko falls!

The Nephalem will do their best to protect these recruits who need to grow.

After experiencing a battlefield with demons, the recruits should also shed the somewhat teasing name of "recruits" and can be called warriors.

"To be honest, I don't like that I will be called 'Johanna' one day. I find it difficult to accept this name."

Steve pulled the corner of his mouth and took over the inheritance from Johanna, who was younger than him.

This is a good wish.

After all, as long as Johanna is still alive, he can always use the name "Steve Rogers".

The inheritance of the Crusaders does not value blood like the barbarians.

What they value is faith.

The blood of the Nephalem is just the key to open the door to power.

The secret realm of the Crusaders does not obtain the gradually rich Nephalem blood, but the condensation of the faith power of the Crusaders of all generations.

Therefore, the Crusaders of Johanna's lineage are all called Johanna, even though they inherited the legendary suit of the Crusader named Orena.

...

Loki appeared in New York lightly.

But this time he did not return to the sanctuary.

It's not that he has any opinion on the cow named Mike, even though the abominable cow pressed his dignity as a "god" to the ground.

He has a great enough plan to hand over the entire planet to the greater Titan of Destruction, Thanos.

After being thoroughly brainwashed, Loki has lost even the basic ability to distinguish.

In addition to the "balance of the universe" that was taken out as a memorial archway, Thanos's goal is to bring death and make death happy.

And now Thanos has a higher goal.

For example, collect the six famous infinite gems to give this world a ruthless one.

Whether he will feel lonely when he ascends to the strongest, it is better to wait until he really sits on the supreme throne before considering it.