"Damn! I XXXXX!"

Warusk cursed and gave up getting up, lying heavily on the floor.

He lost to Bulcaisuo again, but he had already gotten used to it.

While he was alive, he might have been able to fight Bulcaisel to his heart's content, but he was already dead.

Even though the Immortal King's gravel hammer gave him a power close to that of his life, he was unable to win victory from Bulcaisel even while alive.

If you lose, so be it.

Now he is no longer the immortal king who suppresses the demons, but is just a soul on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Even if he is revered as an ancestor, he is just a dead person.

"It seems that Warusk lost again and is still unwilling to accept it."

Vader's voice came in from outside the Elders' Temple, but his tone was serious.

"It seems that Bulcaisel has chosen his successor? I just don't know whether it is a selection or a trial?"

Madoc babbled out a string of words, but there was no hint of curiosity.

After all, this battle was uneventful, and the ancestors suppressed all doubts in their hearts.
Chapter completed!