But as the third ancestor, he has obtained more powerful power from the Holy Mountain.

 A power far superior to other ancestors.

　　Although it is not as powerful as before in life, the distance is not far away.

 It’s just that he was still a little nervous when he spoke.

 Kahn is not a sociable savage...

 “Don’t be impatient, we will take care of it!”

 This is what Talik said.

 He carried the evidence of shame on his shoulders, and his face did not look very good.

The timing is a little too weird.

Burkeso left the Holy Mountain, Leiko just came back not long ago, and Sonya is still wandering outside.

 The changes on the Holy Mountain can easily be imagined in Malthael.

The power of the Death Angel will not be excited at will.

Talik exchanged serious glances with Korik.

Neither of them felt that Malthael had come to this world.

According to Malthael's habit, if he really comes, he will definitely appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath as soon as possible.

Even if they are not here to fight, they will come here to make their own declaration.

 “Don’t worry, Malthael hasn’t come to this world yet!”

Kelik said this, and all the ancestors below showed mocking expressions.

 Would they fear Malthael?

 Obviously not!

 They are already dead.

The dead man's soul is gone, and everything about himself is integrated into the holy mountain at his feet.

Could Malthael be able to kill a dead man again?

"We have all heard about what happened over there. The three ancestors should consider whether it is Lilith or Rasma who is coming!"

When Cassius said this sentence, there were many indescribable swear words mixed in.

 There are only three ancestors. In the eyes of these barbarians who don’t have much respect for the first generation of Bulcasso, they are compatriots who are slightly stronger and carry a slightly heavier burden.

 There is nothing to be awe-inspiring.

“Obviously not, have you sensed the turbulence of the bloodline from the Holy Mountain?”

 Olongus bared his teeth and patted Cassius on the shoulder, smiling a little ugly.

 Rasma, as the first generation Nephalem, once such a being appears nearby, the Holy Mountain will not remain unresponsive.

 And Lilith, as the mother of Nephalem, is even more so.

Now that the Holy Mountain only has movement towards the power of "death", it will naturally not be the arrival of Rathma or Lilith.

“Then what are we going to do when we gather together?”

Cotur twisted his invisible neck and spoke angrily.

Cole on one side paused the Wrath of the Hidden Peak on the ground, his face as ugly as the bottom of a pot, and shouted: "Let's see if the three ancestors can find a way to solve the problem. If death continues to wreak havoc, Banal will go crazy first!"

The names of these two ancestors are somewhat similar, but the difference in personality is still quite large.

Ko'tur is frighteningly honest, while Kol's irritability is like a ball of fire.

Not far away, Banal's body was covered in bright red anger, and his eyes were bloodshot.

In his arms he held several dogs that had died in the turbulence of the power of death, and their souls followed at his feet.

The ancestor wanted to see the Berserker lose control.

 There is no Orak to stop this fool now.

 The power of death will not affect the dead existence, but it is tantamount to annihilation for these small animals!

　　"I've been chattering endlessly, lend me the Fury of the Hidden Peak, and I'll give that ball of death power a ground-shattering slash!"

Halab walked directly in front of Cole and stretched out his hand!

 Then Cole slapped his hand away with a dark face.

“If you want to touch the Wrath of the Hidden Peak, the best way is to conquer me! Otherwise, wait until my wish is over and you can borrow it from Bulcaisuo!

 Otherwise, don’t even think about it!”

Cole roared at Hirab, looking anxious.

To put it bluntly, the barbarians were only slightly concerned about this matter. Perhaps except for Banal, no ancestors cared about this matter at all.

 The ancestors had long been prepared to give up everything.

 It's just fighting, they have long been used to it.

 It would be difficult to make them nervous for some signs.

The number of ancestors who would be nervous because of some omens on the Holy Mountain is not large, but it is not a small number either.

 There are three in total!

 During their lifetime, the barbarians at least gained a period of stable growth!

They are Orak, the god of war, who has carried the mission of the rise and fall of the barbarians for a long time, Qualkek, the general of the Holy Mountain Guard Corps, and one of the three previous ancestors, the great prophet who enjoys the respect of the barbarians, the battle prophet Mardoc

…

Talik stood on the high platform with a gloomy expression.

 He had some difficulty understanding the current situation.

 As for the Holy Mountain Gate at this time...

Three Ancestors candidate, supernumerary guard Kalqiu is at work.

 Leiko watched the death energy churning in the corner, a hint of haze flashed in her eyes.

 Inheriting the heavy responsibility from Volusk, she will not treat it like nothing happened.

 As for finding that death?

After seeing the true power of Imprius, she finally had some respect for these guys who could represent authority in their own right.

 Another method is needed, and Leiko is still considering it.

 …

 In Gotham City, which is full of laughter and laughter.

Bruce Wayne and Craig were chatting in the Batcave.

 It is said to be a casual conversation, but in fact it is just sitting and practicing on their own.

 After Bruce became a savage, his butler Afu didn't worry about his safety for a long time.

 At the beginning, both Alfred and Wayne knew very well that Bruce Wayne, as an ordinary person, could not always be the Batman, because there would be times when ordinary people's bodies could not hold on.

Not to mention the threat posed by the endless emergence of super villains is huge.

 Even though Bruce still has the ability to make money despite being a billionaire, modern technology in terms of physical recovery is in the hands of strange forces.

  After all, the more you transcend the bottom line of being a human being, the easier it is to make great progress in the human body.

 The Wayne Group is more than a step behind those guys when it comes to the human body.

 There is no need to worry about that aspect now.

Afu is now worried about when Bruce accidentally exerted too much force and the super villains didn't even have time to carry him into the ambulance.

This will make Batman's vest lose its original function.

Although there is a potion that can save lives, Bruce, who suffers from persecution paranoia, has no idea of ​​exposing the existence of this thing in the slightest.

 Who knows what kind of strange things this thing can attract.

As for Craig, he kept punching the stone in the corner of the cave.

 The movement of the fist became faster and faster, almost causing sparks to fly.

 “Craig, are you going to be a superhero?”

Wayne asked as he looked at the computer and looked at the news about the New York battlefield on the monitor.

“Superhero? Oh, you mean the kind that fights super villains. I was, at least in my remaining memories, a ‘superhero’.”

 While Craig answered Wayne's questions, his hands still didn't stop.

Every time I throw a punch, I try my best to do it wholeheartedly, but when I answer Wayne, it seems a bit perfunctory.
To be continued...