Chapter 1168 Lasma Is Out of Shape

Rasma looked at Constantine's soul in her hand and didn't know what to do for a moment.

He was actually not unfamiliar with carrying a soul. His hesitation was just because what this guy did made it difficult for him to sort out his thoughts.

For Rasma, Constantine's actions undoubtedly disrupted the balance in the Burning Hell.

If all accidents had not happened, Rathma itself could have watched a good show in the burning hell.

The scene of three archangels beating up a demon is not something you can see all the time. In the long years since his birth, this kind of thing has not happened a few times.

After all, most of the time, angels and demons are evenly matched.

But judging from the results, if Constantine hadn't tricked the guy Cytorak into entering the Burning Hell as a soul, the situation that the archangels would have suffered might have been even worse!

Even if three archangels are besieging Barr, that doesn't mean that Barr won't fight back!

When Volusk successfully allowed the archangels to be killed, the flaw created at that moment would inevitably be caught by Barr.

The result is just how much price Baal will pay, and then the gap between one or two archangels will be completely ended.

So Rasma was particularly embarrassed at this time. He was embarrassed about what he should do.

For a brand new world, Rasma knew that he should treat it all in a different way, but at this time he was a little hesitant.

"How should I treat you? If you didn't become a Nephalem yourself, I would be happy to teach you.

But I can't do that now, Constantine, you are a very smart man. "

Rasma casually threw Constantine's soul to the ground.

Rasma seemed to be asking Constantine, but maybe he was just asking himself.

Rasma faced too many difficulties, and not every one of them had a solution.

This kind of thinking will probably exist for a long time, and Rasma used thinking to help herself get through those long years.

In the past, he still had the immediate and tangible goal of liberating his mother to achieve, but now he found himself somewhat idle.

Rasma was not used to this. In this kind of thinking, Rasma was a little lost.

Constantine did not choose to escape!

Of course he could see that Rasma's attention had wandered to somewhere else.

But Constantine knew better that he should stay here and even ask.

But he must not make any attempt to escape.

God knows how many ways Rathma can torture a soul. Although Constantine should be considered a demon hunter now, his experience as a spellcaster has not disappeared.

He knew very well how powerless he was in the face of a top spellcaster who manipulated souls.

At the same time, how dangerous it is to anger a top spellcaster!

Compared with the torture he might suffer due to his reckless actions, Constantine made a smart decision. After all, running away was the most meaningless thing.

"Mr. Rasma, I want to return to my body.

After all, I have not entrusted anyone to take care of my body.

Even the nephalem's bodies are better able to withstand hunger and dehydration than the average human's body.

But it wasn't unlimited, and I worried about my body being eaten by some wild beast. "

Constantine said after adjusting his windbreaker.

He had already thought about what he should say before, and showing weakness was also part of his plan!

It was just a sign of weakness, and Constantine had no psychological burden on it.

In order to achieve his goal, this guy doesn't feel any pressure at all even if he has to sacrifice his dignity!

He thought about how he should face Rasma. Communication was always easier to achieve his goal than saying nothing.

"You can tell me where your body is and I'll be happy to get it back for you."

Rasma said as she slowly sat down.

When he was about to sit down, a skeleton chair created by his magic power was already placed there.

In many cases, the spellcasters' magical attainments can be judged by how convenient their lives are.

Spells are a kind of knowledge, and spellcasters who can use knowledge in all aspects may not necessarily be the strongest.

But at least they won't be weak.

"Okay, this won't be difficult for you.

So now can you talk about what rewards I can get from you for what I did before? "

Constantine laughed dryly.

He just sat cross-legged on the ground!

Although he was once a spellcaster, at least it wasn't difficult to get a chair.

But Constantine didn't do that!

Sitting on the ground can subtly make you look pitiful.

Even Constantine didn't know whether his little trick would be useful to a guy like Rasma.

But he was used to doing this, and whether it was useful or not was not important.

"award?"

Rasma looked at Constantine in a strange way.

“Although what you did did prevent things from getting to the worst possible situation.

But that is obviously not a very good result.

The Burning Hell has gained a bit of power, although we still don't know how Baal will use that powerful soul.

Constantine, I recognize your wisdom, but your methods are actually terrible. "

Lasma shook his head.

He has never been a result-oriented person.

Although he also recognizes all good results.

But Constantine's approach is not very smart, whether from the motive or the result.

"At least things didn't get worse, I think I deserve a reward."

Constantine said with a sneer.

"Then you should ask for a reward from the ultimate beneficiary of this matter, instead of asking for it from me, the unlucky guy who almost died in the Burning Hell.

It can even be said that all the dangers I face are due to your approach, and now you are asking me for a reward? "

Although Lasma said this, there was a little more appreciation in his eyes.

In fact, it would be the best result if Constantine asked him for a reward.

Because the archangels may not necessarily recognize this favor.

"I will find a way to get benefits from the archangels, but that may not be a reward.

I think it is possible to get some prizes from you."

Constantine stretched out a hand, rubbing his fingers constantly.

Constantine seemed particularly mercenary, and Lasma just smiled gently.

"Let me think, for a Nephalem, a legendary equipment should be a good equipment.

It's just that for a guy like you, giving you legendary equipment may cause some trouble.

Why don't I give up some of my face and let the barbarians forge a complete set of armor for you?

A guy like you is too easy to be killed directly without any protection. "

Lasma said jokingly.

"Deal! "

Constantine agreed immediately. Such a neat and tidy approach surprised Lasma.

"You could have bargained with me. To be honest, I was a little surprised."

Lasma said with a slightly suppressed smile.

"But that would undoubtedly be testing your bottom line. I have my own purpose. "

Constantine said mysteriously.

Indeed, this guy Constantine has some principles.

For example, "If you want to get more benefits, don't go directly to the other party's bottom line" and "If what you want to do is destined to offend the other party to death, then you must get the greatest benefit."

When facing Lasma, he obviously chose the former!

If he thinks that the gains this time are enough to make up for the consequences of offending Lasma to death, then he will not hesitate at all.

Although most of Constantine's practices seem very selfish and cruel, and are mixed with a strong and indelible meanness!

But this guy's position is undoubtedly on the side of humans!

It's just that many times others don't know whether they should believe Constantine.

After all, believing in his practice is very dangerous.

It's just that Constantine rarely seems to live up to the heavy responsibilities on his shoulders.

"It feels uncomfortable to deal with you. If it's really in the sanctuary, I probably won't give you a chance to speak."

After Lasma hesitated for a while, a smile bloomed on his face again.

"This is not a sanctuary either, so I am useful. And I am quite useful. "

Constantine also showed a smile, but the smile was a bit flattering.

"I don't look forward to meeting you again, but you can leave now.

As for the reward, you can go to those barbarians and tell them that Lasma exchanged a favor for your reward. "

Lasma said frankly.

As for what Lasma's favor can get from the barbarians, that is Constantine's business!

It's just a favor, the barbarians don't pay much attention to this favor.

But it is more than enough to exchange Constantine for a decent set of equipment.

"I'll go first, Lord Lasma.

If there is anything good later, I will remember you. "

Constantine stood up and spoke after cleaning the dust off his body.

He noticed the unusualness of this place. Under normal circumstances, the soul would not be stained with dust or anything like that.

This place is obviously not a random place!

Lasma just looked at Constantine without any response!

Lasma certainly did something. He put a little bit of ashes he made on Constantine's soul...

The effect of this thing is very simple to say, just like other Nephalem know the location of others through breath perception.

It's just that Lasma's method makes it impossible for others to avoid Lasma's perception even if they restrain their breath.

This is only effective for Lasma.

After all, Lasma should be the only necromancer in this place now.

Constantine left here in the most common way when he was a psychic.

Lasma retracted his gaze.

He just sat quietly in this desolate place, as if mourning something.

"My... brother, although you have not completely disappeared, I am indeed the only one who still exists now. "

Lasma's tone was particularly gentle, with a bit of reluctance and attachment.

When the first ancestor forged the other first Nephalem into the World Stone, Lasma was not selected.

It was not because he was not strong enough at the time, but simply because he was the youngest of the original Nephalem.

Among the first Nephalem, it was not that they had no feelings for each other!

They made sacrifices, but left behind the first ancestor as the forger and the youngest and most favored brother.

Lasma did not hate anything, he had long thought that this day would come.

But when it happened, Lasma still found it difficult to suppress his emotions.

"Forget it, the ending of the Nephalem is their own choice.

You just chose to sacrifice, just like my other brothers and sisters.

Even brother Vasily, who only had a human will left in the end, approved of your plan.

What's the difference between then and now?"

Lasma said to himself.

Pain? Who in this world doesn't suffer?

Lasma was in pain, but he was used to this kind of pain.

In countless years, Lasma has never been alone.

He taught many students, and heroes were born among them.

But no one really understood what kind of person Lasma was.

He was in pain all the time, and lonely all the time!

Lasma stared into the distance with empty eyes.

He may know the taste of loneliness better than all other Nephalem.

The first generation of ancestors once slept alone.

But Lasma never slept, they were holding on for a future that seemed illusory.

This was even before the Nephalems had a scale for time.

The long life of the Nephalem had long become the source of pain.

"My brother, who will be next?

Is it me?"

Lasma suddenly said, as if the first generation of ancestors was right beside him at this moment.

Lasma's figure looked particularly desolate, and he began to miss the past.

When he was still a child, he could ask his mother for a hug without any obstacles.

He could ask for rewards from his father who didn't like to speak.

You can listen to interesting stories surrounded by brothers and sisters.

The support that Lasma has been holding on to until now has never been a sense of responsibility, but the love he once had but had to lose.

Many times Lasma is thinking about why Mephisto, who represents hatred, hates!

He even keeps arranging the protagonist's love and hatred for Mephisto in his heart.

There is no love without reason? Or there is no hatred without reason?

At this time, Lasma didn't even know that he was crazy when he didn't realize it.

The world after madness itself is unconscious.

Lasma thought he needed to cry at this time, but he couldn't open his mouth and cry after trying several times.

He wanted to hold back his tears again, but under his indifferent appearance, he couldn't stop crying.

Maybe Lasma just lived too seriously.

"Father, you should have foreseen my present when I was born.

I want to hear you speak now and listen to you tell me about my future."

Lasma said to himself in the smallest voice.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

As for tomorrow?

Lasma seldom looked forward to tomorrow, as long as it would not be worse than today.