$437 Now It's My Turn, My Brother! (To Be Continued)

Masail had already left the place where Lilith was revived.

He had already obtained what he wanted, so there was no need to plunder Lilith to get anything else from her.

"I don't understand, mother, why did you agree to Masail."

Lasma said with some disappointment.

Masail was dangerous to the Nephalem, and there was hatred between them.

So he was a little dissatisfied with Lilith's actions.

But at this time, Lasma was even cautious in venting his dissatisfaction.

Because only Lilith could save them.

A pair of eyes looked at Lilith, who was standing still, and the dead breath on her body was somewhat unstable in this world that was about to be destroyed.

Lilith did not reply, and her eyes looked into the distance with empty eyes.

At this time, the first generation of Bul-Kathos was beside Inarius, counting his fingers without saying a word.

Compared with Lilith, the mother, the first generation of Bul-Kathos trusted his father more.

Fate is not selfish. At least Inarius still faces these Nephalem as a "father".

"Brother, I am already dead. Even if you temporarily pull me back, I can't contribute anything to your "big plan."

The first generation of Bul-Kathos looked at Lasma with a mocking look.

Dead?

Maybe.

But for these first generation Nephalem, death is never an easy thing.

A dead person?

This is like a joke in front of Lasma.

In the generations long ago, the necromancer could move in this world with only his soul.

The boundary between death and life has never been very clear.

Even if he is a barbarian, he can still find a lot of ways to be reborn if he wants.

He has even made corresponding attempts.

"Bul-Kathos, where is your brother?"

Inarius's cold and majestic voice finally sounded, and a broken power enveloped this place.

The power of fate took over this space, and the rest of the people did not react much to it.

Except the first generation of Bul-Kathos!

A name that should not be mentioned, Inarius definitely knows the ending of this child.

Vasili, the first druid.

A strong man who has obtained part of the power of life and a small part of destiny.

Died in the struggle for power and the conflict between heaven and hell!

Among them, there are definitely the shadows of the two first generation Nephalem present.

"Vasili? Dead."

The first generation of Bul-Kathos said indifferently, with his weapon clenched in his hand.

Vasili's death was something that had to be done, and it was also a story full of ugliness!

Although he is not very powerful now, he will never die willingly in the hands of others.

Even if it is their father who wants to kill him, it won't work!

Angels and demons are the parents of Nephalem, but they will not stand on the side of Nephalem completely.

If Inarius really has an inseparable feeling for his children, he will never watch the first generation Nephalem struggling in the conflict between heaven and hell!

There are not only seven first generation Nephalem!

There are more of them!

There are only a few who have the opportunity to leave records and names in ancient books.

The others have become the past in their long fighting careers!

Because the world is the most unfair to the human group!

Perhaps Isreal will be a little fairer, but he still stands on the side of the angel.

"I know, I want to ask you if you have ever thought about not taking that stupid approach!

He has the closest relationship with you! He trusts you the most!"

Inarius said aggressively.

The power on his body was a little out of control.

He looked like a father who was heartbroken for his child.

Even though his tone sounded like he didn't care much about it.

"You tell me this!"

The first generation of Bulkaso's voice was a little cold.

His body has begun to tremble!

The anger is stirring, and it is exceeding the limit that this body can bear!

"Stupid behavior? Do you mean that you have to abandon your brothers in order to survive in the encirclement of angels and demons?

Or do you mean that in order to gain enough power to scare you, you have to kill your brothers!?

Or, in your eyes, I killed that idiot Masail with one sword after another! Give him his first rebirth!?

Father!? Listen carefully! I am a barbarian! I am the child of angels and demons!

In front of angels, I am a demon! In front of demons, I am an angel!

You saw it!

You saw it all!

Why don't you ask Lasma why he made your skeleton into a suit of armor and wore it on his body!

Because only your skeleton can make him escape your sight! Idiot!"

The first generation of Bul-Kathos roared, his anger exceeded the upper limit that this body could bear, and the corpse from Kanai began to make a sound of being overwhelmed!

Facing the truth told by the first generation of Bul-Kathos, Lasma closed his eyes.

He understood that his brother had made a decision. Even he could not save it.

"Vassily died a happy death! I didn't let him go through you and your torture!"

When the first-generation Bulcasso spoke, he pointed at Inarius and Lilith one by one.

The anger in the words moved Rasma present.

"Vasily doesn't like fighting! That stupid brother who believes in the beauty of life! He doesn't like fighting at all!

Because of me!

It's because of me! Only then would he stand by his mother's side, summon giant beasts, and control plants! Only then would he use those cruel methods to bring death to other people!

Tell me what you gave him!

A body and a soul that made him feel pain!

My hands are stained with the blood of countless uncles, aunts and uncles.

I can still remember the despair of their children and my cousins ​​when they faced my butcher knife!

Do you really think that I, Rasma and even Vasily are sharp knives in your hands? ?

tell me! "

The roar of the first generation Bulcaiso shocked even Natsubo and the others who were hiding outside.

But his rant isn't over yet!

"We are not the vassals of angels! We are not the minions of the devil! I am the executioner! I am the guillotine! I am the heavy hammer that shines on your body! What's more, it is the most inconspicuous rock that breaks your will!

Now, tell me! My father and mother! How are you going to treat me, a child who has been rebellious from that moment until now! ?

Say it first! I! It won’t be like Rasma! I would rather die! "

The roar of the first generation Bulkatho finally turned into a heavy breathing sound.

The place was quiet.

Rasma's body was trembling and she looked at her brother with complicated eyes.

The first generation Bulkatho was a warrior, the most powerful kind of warrior!

At the end of his life, even facing the entire high-level heaven, he would not feel any fear!

Rude, violent, cruel, determined!

These words condensed the life of the first Bulcasso.

Sacrifice, devotion, hope, justice.

These words seem to have no connection with the first generation of Bulcasso.

But only one thing! That means he bore all the sins while he was alive!

Carrying the reputation of killing relatives and killing brothers!

All the anger is suppressed in the body. It is this unspeakable anger that is qualified to be condensed in the blood and passed down from generation to generation!

The source of the barbarian's power is anger, because the person who brought this power has reached such a level that even the bloodline inheritance has to bear it!

"My, brother."

Rasma said slowly. He looked at the broken body and imperfect soul of the current first-generation Burqaso, and a burst of blood finally flashed on the white skin.

"What's the point of you saying this now? What's the effect of your roaring like this now?

You are already a corpse, and there is nothing left of your tempered body in the explosion of the World Stone.

You want revenge, what can you do? With your current power, even things like the Plague King may not be able to be easily solved? "

The two brothers spoke in front of their parents, while Lilith still looked into the distance.

Inaris was still looking at the first-generation Bulcaisuo in front of him.

The scene fell silent for a moment, except for the sound of two breathing sounds.

The first generation Bulcaisuo was a corpse. Except for breathing when he needed to speak, he didn't need to breathe at other times.

Inarius lost his body. Even if he appeared in front of everyone, he did not need to breathe.

Just Rathma and Lilith.

Rathma's thin breathing and Lilith's weak breathing became the only sounds now.

"Brother, you can continue to sleep. You probably won't care about the little time your father gives you."

Rasma said slowly that he would not have any more disputes with the first generation Bulkatho.

Dense bones began to rise on the ground, and the pale white bones turned into a dense forest in the blink of an eye, with the tips pointed directly at the first-generation Bulcaisuo.

"I will come back! I will never disappear like this!"

The first-generation Bulcaisuo said this, and the next moment his body was penetrated by dense bone spurs!

The weapon in his hand flew towards Lilith with the last bit of strength from this body, but was blocked by Lilith.

It's like driving away a mosquito.

Lilith finally turned her gaze to her son at this time, with something meaningful in her eyes.

As a person of knowledge, Lilith knew very well how many ways her son could come back.

These are things within the scope of knowledge and cannot be hidden from Lilith's eyes.

Inarius, the angel of destiny, may be described as a strict father, but the demon Lilith is definitely not a loving mother in the same way!

A loving mother would not take her children to kill "relatives and friends"!

But she didn't react at all because there was no need.

If everything Malthael said could be achieved, these children would be obedient.

Like a doll, he will never do anything disobedient to them again.

By then, the new world will be beautiful, without tragedy or strife!

As long as Malthael can achieve this goal.

Lilith is looking forward to it!

And Rasma was lowering his head to prevent his parents from seeing his expression.

[It's my turn now, my brother! 】