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"What's wrong with you?"

Bulcaisu squinted his glasses and glanced at the first ancestor in front of him.

"...Me!"

The first-generation Bulcaisel couldn't hold back his foul language.

There are not many savages with good tempers...

"Brother, calm down!"

Rasma stood there and said lazily.

"Why the hell didn't you hold me back!?"

The first generation Bulkatho pointed at Rathma's nose and shouted!

"No need, you just have a bad temper and you are not a fool.

You can't beat him. "

Rasma still looked indifferent.

This performance made the blood pressure of the first generation Bulkeso slightly elevated.

"So I asked you why you didn't hold me back!?"

The hand that the first-generation Burkaiso pointed at Rasma's nose was shaking.

The whole person feels a little red.

"Are you here to talk about cross talk?

Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do! I still have business to do! "

Bulcaisso ripped Inaris from the cross.

Then a portal will open!

"Don't leave yet! We'll tell you what you want to ask!"

The first-generation Bulcasso shouted helplessly.

In addition to suppressed anger, there was also a sense of grievance in his voice.

He has never been so angry in his life, and he has learned a lot this time.

"Oh, then you can predict what I will have for dinner."

Bulkatho dragged one of Inarius's legs and looked sideways at the first ancestor.

There was disdain in his eyes.

This disdain was due to Bulkesso's dissatisfaction with the first ancestor, the guy who restricted his friend's life.

The three ancestors of the barbarians once chose to climb the holy mountain with a strong sense of responsibility and faith.

But what about the result?

The result is that they all act like fools and spend most of their time just standing there as stone statues.

If you want to see the outside world, you have to use the skill of ancestor summoning with the help of other barbarians.

Perhaps the three ancestors did not regret their choice.

But as a friend, Bulkesso couldn't just pretend that nothing had happened.

Before he became the Immortal King, he had rebuilt the Holy Mountain.

Then the three ancestors were given relative freedom.

The first ancestor must have been more powerful than Bulcaisuo at that time, but his methods were so cruel.

For the sake of his friends, Bulcaisuo would not have much affection for the first generation ancestor.

“I’m here to tell you about destiny.

Are you sure you just want me to guess what you're having for dinner? "

The expression of the first ancestor was teasing.

A "I'll only answer you one question" look.

"If you guess wrong, I will push you to the ground and beat you up in front of your father!"

Bulcasso's hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist.

He wasn't kidding.

This is what he planned to do to Inaris in the first place.

"Brother, you can't beat him.

So you'd better not talk nonsense. "

Rasma put her hands directly into her cuffs.

As if this matter was nothing to him.

"Are you going to beat me with my weapon?"

The first ancestor’s glasses were as wide as bells.

It's a pity that his glasses can't reflect the lightning-like shrewdness...

On the contrary, he looks a little naive.

"咚~哐~"

The two heavy weapons were thrown directly to the ground in front of the first ancestor.

Then Bulcaisel looked like I'm giving in to you.

"Your weapons, I will fight you with my fists.

It just so happens that I'm also afraid of accidentally killing you. "

Bulcaisel picked his ears with his free hand.

"Can you put my dad down first?

If you really push him, the result will be something none of us want to see.

He almost strangled me to death back then. "

The first generation ancestor took a long breath and calmed down his mood.

"How about I hang your father on the cross again?"

Bulcaisuo's words were a bit hurtful... although he was really looking for the opinions of his first ancestors.

But for Inarius, Bulcaisuo didn't have the slightest fondness!

Destiny has brought prophets to the barbarians, so that the barbarians can know what they should do as early as possible.

But the poor prophet actually did not live a happy life.

It can even be said to be very frustrating.

“Give him to Rasma, Rasma won’t let him go.

As for what you want to know, I can probably guess it.

You just want to try to see if you can resist fate.

We tried it back then, and the results were neither good nor bad.

But at least it gives you a reference target. "

The first ancestor said in the calmest tone possible.

“You didn’t win, but neither did fate.

But I have reason to think that you at that time were far less powerful than I am now.

I have collected almost all the powers of the Hell Demon, although technically they are just seeds.

But these seeds are coming together little by little.

There is also the power given by the Archangels, which is also promoting this change.

I am not a great devil, nor am I a combination of archangels.

But you can call me Sir if you want. "

Bulcaisel told a cold joke to show his state.

If it weren't for this cold joke that wasn't funny at all, the first generation ancestor might have shown a smile full of relief.

“Our fathers are the embodiment of destiny.

But because he didn't choose to be part of his destiny.

That's why he looks so weak.

We then saw destiny in its true form.

And then paid a heavy price.

All this comes at a cost.

I don’t want you to make the same mistakes we did! "

The first ancestors were very serious, even sincere enough.

But Rasma still looked careless.

“Then let me ask you, is the land you are stepping on now a place of refuge?

Or do you think that a destiny that has lost its own world can still be powerful and invincible? "

Bulkesso frowned.

He couldn't quite understand the concerns of the first generation ancestor in front of him.

The world has changed, and there is no reason why the destiny of another world should still be so powerful that it cannot be matched.

Every world is different. It is impossible for Destiny, who has just arrived in this world, to complete the theft of authority in a short period of time!

Bulquesso is very sure of this!

"..."

The first generation ancestor was stunned for a moment.

Rasma on the side directly spread her hands.

That look was like saying "I was going to tell him, but he wouldn't listen."

“My brother was almost strangled to death by fate, and I can understand his fear.

This is also something that can't be helped.

That battle back then was a bit tragic.

But since you know this, why do you ask our poor father? "

Rasma finally took over the conversation.

“Because you have to challenge fate!

Tanise, I can’t tell which is higher or lower, fate or time, but I know they are equally difficult to deal with!

And I think there is a certain connection between the two.

There happens to be a weak destiny here. If I don't challenge him, should I try to challenge a stronger and healthier time?

If it were you, if the time of this world appeared weakly in front of you.

Aren’t you tempted? "

Bulcaisel's tone became a little contemptuous.

He made no modifications to his approach.

I also think this approach is a bit excessive.

But if the person who has such an opportunity is the first ancestor of Rasma and the barbarians, then they will never let go of this opportunity.

The only problem now is that this weakling is the first ancestor and Rasma's father...

“We can also be tempted, not just us, but also those archangels.

Although they had a relatively close relationship with our father, they were definitely not harmonious.

If possible, they would definitely want to take their destiny completely into their own hands.

But we can't watch you torture our father.

Don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with feelings, although it still has some relationship. "

Rasma smiled gently.

But the smile that appeared on his pale face looked a little bit penetrating.

“The reasons and the price you can pay.

It must at least include the memory of your confrontation with fate! "

Burquesso made a concession, which can be said to be to get more information.

This kind of information poses no risk to Bulkesso.

If you have the opportunity, you will never miss it.

“Sorry, memory is impossible.

It's not that this memory is precious, nor that it will disappear.

But because you are Bulcaisuo, we cannot share the memories of that year with you. "

Rasma was very humble about this, and his face was so sincere that no one would suspect that he was lying.

Bulkesso nodded, expressing his understanding.

There was absolutely no need for Rasma to deceive him on this matter.

"I'll make another request.

What is Lilith going to do?

Or what are you praying for when you say, 'Mother of Grace, save us'? "

Bulkesso's question made Rasma's expression change slightly.

Through the information delivered by Natsubo, Bulcaisuo knew what happened at that time.

I also know that Rasma finally knelt beside Lilith as if she had turned back into her mother's good baby.

But there is not that big a gap in strength between the two people!

At least not to the point where one needs to kneel down to show submission.

And in Bulkesso's sight, it was definitely not a child's admiration for his mother!

It's more like a sycophant showing flattery in front of the king who has control of everything!

This is inconsistent with Rasma’s identity as the founder of Rasma’s priestly profession!

“This is my family’s private matter, and I really don’t feel comfortable telling you.

Although you still have the legacy of your eldest brother in your body, you also know it.

There are differences between people with similar blood and relatives. "

Rasma's hands were tucked into her sleeves again.

Bulkesso observed the changes in Rasma's body.

"If you're going to pull the scythe out of your sleeve, I suggest you give it some thought.

Just like your brother cannot defeat me now, you also have no possibility of defeating me.

Even if you don't get these seeds of authority, you can't possibly defeat me.

Your balance is a balance granted by Ysreal.

But you and I both know that this balance is based on Israel's authority.

And my complete mastery of nature is enough to make you return empty-handed, and even be beaten to the ground by me.

Unless you plan to share the hardships with your brother! ”

Burkathos' words became more and more impolite.

What Burkathos said seemed to be a fact.

It also contained strong self-confidence.

Lasma pulled out his sickle after hearing this.

"You asked one of your questions before.

You said that the fate of being stranded here could not be as strong as it was back then.

But have you forgotten that I have a set of equipment made with my father's body?

The power contained in it is not enough for my father to defeat you now.

Even if the three of us attack together, we may still fail miserably.

But you will not be able to find our father's whereabouts.

Destiny is unpredictable.

Everything he does is definitely meaningful.

Although my brother and I don't know whether he really knows everything.

But at least we have seen how powerful he is. "

Lasma's words were a threat of a desperate struggle.

Bul-Kathos did not intend to spend a lot of time looking for Inarius again.

But he would not let this opportunity go.

"What can you do to convince me?"

Bul-Kathos made a concession again.

As long as Lasma did not deliberately want to be beaten, he should stop while he was ahead.

Then it depends on what price Lasma is willing to pay.

As for the power of life that still remains in the body of the first ancestor,

Bul-Kathos has no interest in it.

"I can help the Nephalem team grow stronger.

Although I am a priest of Lasma, I am no worse than the necromancer created by Teacher Tagore.

Anyway, you have already regarded us as the same profession.

Also, I can help you recall a lot of things.

And I can help you face Diablo!

I know that you blocked your fear in order to defeat Diablo.

But you and I are not weak, and we know how important a complete soul and emotions are. "

Lasma offered again.

But this price was still not enough to satisfy Bul-Kathos.

"These are not necessary for me.

I am only the Immortal King of the Barbarians, not the Immortal King of the Nephalem!

It is enough for me to be responsible for the continuation of the Barbarians.

As for the ideal of strengthening all Nephalem, it has nothing to do with me.

What else can you offer?"

Bul-Kathos' words made Lasma laugh.

The word "still" can be offered is very interesting.

Bul-Kathos intends to accept the price offered by Lasma this time, but thinks that it is not enough.

So the word "still" appears.

"I can provide you with an additional piece of information you want to know.

As long as this information has nothing to do with fate, I can find the answer for you.

After all, maybe I am the only one who can contact our mother now.

Yes, he is here.

This information is also one of the prices I give you. "

Lasma remained calm.

The First Ancestor was now focusing his attention on Inarius, who was lying on the ground.

Perhaps he had not expected that his father, who was so powerful that he almost collapsed, would have such an embarrassing day.

"I have another question.

Are you going to do to Inarius similar to what I am going to do?

If it were just you, Lasma, I would not ask this question.

But there is a barbarian ancestor over there.

Barbarians always hold a grudge against battles that have no results.

I have not seen any exceptions to this. "

Bulkeso's voice began to take on a sense of oppression.

Waves of momentum began to emerge.

This is the last question, and it is also the question that determines the outcome of this conversation!