$853 Rasma the Quick Regainer

"Why do you want to tell me what you know at this time?

Does it mean that I can only know what stupid things I have done after I have made mistakes?"

Lasma's voice was a little unwilling.

But his voice was still very brisk.

It was hard to tell whether he was saying this from the heart.

But no one would pay attention to him now.

Bulkaso didn't intend to teach him a lesson,

and the first ancestor had already said everything he wanted to say.

"Lasma, when you feel that you have done something stupid and made a huge mistake.

Don't you think you need to reflect even once?"

The voice of the archangel was very erratic.

But this was enough for Lasma to remember deeply in his heart.

"Sometimes you really surprise me.

You think your words can have an impact on your brother.

But in fact, haven't you always been very clear about what you are doing?"

There was no sarcasm in the archangel's voice.

There was only a little regret.

"Auriel, your words are always trustworthy.

You are hope, and anyone who has hope in their heart cannot lie to you.

So, what about you?

When you speak, how much of what you say is true?"

Lasma's voice became a little sharper.

It was like a poor guy whose illusion of prosperity was punctured.

"Bul-Kathos, please stay."

Auriel ignored Lasma, but tried to persuade Bul-Kathos to stay.

The glory of the Archangel of Hope will never be forgotten once you have seen it once.

After all, hope is so beautiful.

"Auriel, my goal has been achieved.

Although it is not quite the same as I expected at the beginning.

But it has been proven that fate is not invincible.

Don't say that this is the result of Inarius's own choice.

We all know that the living Inarius is more representative of fate than the one who died and was reborn.

He would not do this.

Fate died at the hands of his youngest son, who he felt most guilty about.

This result is indeed regrettable.

But Lasma proved that the power of fate can be taken away.

And what the first ancestor said,

Lilith took away the innately powerful fate from her child.

These answers are enough for me."

Bul-Kathos waved his hand.

When facing Auriel, Bul-Kathos would seem to be careless about many things.

Because there is no need.

Auriel is the archangel who truly represents kindness and beauty.

If you have to say, Auriel may be the one who stood on the side of the Nephalem more firmly than Tyrael.

It's just that hope is really inconspicuous, so there is no legend left in these years.

"I know, I'm just curious.

What were you going to do to Inarius?

You didn't act like you would hold back on Inarius."

Auriel asked.

But this time she didn't get an answer.

"Hope, I don't know how you made the Nephalem respect you except me.

But in my eyes, you are definitely not a perfect existence!

Your position and compassion will never help us!

This is what I see in you!"

Lasma's voice was full of urgency.

He needed a reason to support himself.

He also needed an enemy of his own.

Lasma was now in a rare chaos.

It was inevitable that people would feel regretful.

"I didn't do anything, I just hoped.

Because I didn't do anything, I won the respect of Bulkathos.

And you seem to think from the beginning that as long as you exist, you must do something.

Although I don't know how Lilith treats you.

But your feelings for Lilith are not false.

You could have made mistakes again and again, and even regarded everything your brother said as a ridiculous lie.

Why did you change your goal with tears on your face at this time?

Is your will and belief such a cheap thing?

Can you collapse with just a few words?"

There was no sarcasm in Auriel's voice.

But every word he said seemed to be mocking the choice made by Lasma.

All this seemed a little too cruel.

It was also a little too ridiculous.

"You? Not guiding people to be good!?"

Lasma's tone was very strange.

"Lasma, go back and have a good sleep.

Hope treats all beings equally.

Respect her only because she gives us hope.

But I don't like Auriel that much.

Because the devil is not just despair.

To put it bluntly, this guy is just a complete good guy.

There are too many secrets in the eternal war.

If Isreal can't fight against the three demons because his position as an archangel does not belong to him.

Then Auriel is only entangled with the two demon kings because the archangel of hope hopes to change the devil.

If you have the chance, you can enter a place full of beauty like fairy tales. "

Bulkesso still looked back at Rasma.

He gave an answer that seemed unimportant at all.

“My field has actually been out of control for a long time.

If you want to get in, you need a little bit of luck. "

Auriel smiled.

Her voice attracted the attention of the first ancestors.

The first generation ancestor turned back and glanced at Auriel, that look was really weird.

Somewhat grateful, but also full of anger.

No one knows whether the eyes of the first generation ancestors meant to express anger.

It’s just that Auriel herself doesn’t care much.

“I took my first ancestors back to the Holy Mountain.

Auriel, remember to tell me when your child is born.

I will prepare gifts.

Of course it's not because of you, but because of Impris who always pretends to be stupid even though he knows a lot. "

Bulcaisel had turned away as he spoke.

He just waved his hand and said goodbye to Auriel.

The next moment, he opened the portal and took the first ancestor of the barbarians back to the Elder's Temple on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

Now, only Rasma and Auriel were looking at each other in this place.

It's just that within the scope of high-level heaven, there are not only these two existences.

Johanna was watching everything here in the Crystal Sky Corridor.

But she had no intention of intervening.

The Crusaders just have a closer relationship with the Archangel.

But it's not to the extent that double hair is a superior or subordinate.

When a Nephalem is as powerful as Johanna,

The archangel is nothing more than a powerful being.

After having understood the reason for their authority,

These archangels have lost a lot of their mystery.

"The unfilial son of Inaris? Bulcaisel really knows how to name names.

This name should be a spur to you, right?

Or is it a heart-piercing taunt? "

Auriel said looking at Rasma with tears on her face.

"Yeah, it's a great ridicule.

It is also a spur that can be seen deep in the bones.

Just Oriel, you tell me.

In your eyes, in the eyes of hope, was what I did wrong? "

Rasma raised her head.

His eyes regained their composure.

Gaffes can only be short-term for people like Rasma.

They will soon be back on their feet.

“I hope there is no right or wrong in my eyes.

But as Auriel, I think you're wrong.

But will you care?

As long as authority does not deny your approach,

You will just keep doing it.

Most of your previous performances were sincere, but they also had a purpose.

Rathma, the archangel who came here is not Israel but me,

You must be disappointed, right?

The moment you know the truth, you have new ideas.

I hope that the being who comes here is Israel, a guy who represents balance.

And then use him to get yourself back to where you were from the beginning?

Or is it that he has returned to the ranks of necromancers from the profession of priest who created Rathma?

I don’t think everyone you meet in your life is arranged by Lilith, right?

Even though Tageo and Israel were getting a little closer.

He also remains the respectable guardian of balance.

Having gained the trust of countless Nephalem, he was no simple fool.

Did he fuck you?

Or is he planning for you the conspiracy-like power of Israel?

Were you actually given other options? "

Auriel was very calm.

At least not too anxious.

“My past means nothing to you.

But my future will inevitably be entangled with higher heaven. "

Rasma had no intention of revealing her plans.

He just said these words and left directly.

He may have had new ideas, and even strengthened his originally wavering New Year's resolution.

But now he had not yet perfected his sudden idea.

Doing these things takes time.

Auriel stood quietly, looking at the surrounding environment that had been burned by the anger of the first generation ancestors.

Just stood there and smiled silently.

No one knew what Oriel was laughing about.

…

The sacred mountain of Harrogath.

The first ancestors returned to the Temple of the Elders with Bulcaisuo.

"Boy, you took me back to your holy mountain not out of your pity for me, right!?"

The tone of the first generation ancestor was not polite at all.

This barbarian is the strongest kind.

He cannot accept his position as being pitied by others.

“You are overthinking, I am the immortal king of the barbarians.

And you are a savage, just taking you home. No other ideas.

Of course, I'd love it if you could replace my good friend as gatekeeper.

Just like my three good friends who were stupid enough to become the gatekeepers without even the slightest suspicion of you.

How happy you were at that time, and how happy I was after you became the gatekeeper. "

There was no emotional ups and downs in Bulkesso's voice.

But the first ancestor knew that this was a complaint.

"I'm sorry."

The first ancestor slowly opened his mouth and apologized softly.

"Tsk~ You're not sorry for me.

I just can't hang out with my friends every day,

go on adventures together, and bet and have fun with some vulgar things.

You didn't take away my freedom.

What's there to be sorry about?"

Bulkaiso was a little contemptuous.

"Hey! Guys!

Come and see what I brought back!"

Bulkaiso's voice lingered on the holy mountain.

Most of the ancestors who like to join in the fun came to the vicinity of the Elder Temple.

How many barbarians like to join in the fun?

The answer is almost all.

So those ancestors with names and without names surrounded the square of the Elder Temple.

"What can you bring back?

I wouldn't be surprised if you brought back the head of the devil of hell...

Fuck! Bulkaiso!"

Olongus just finished mocking and froze in place.

"Fuck! Bul-Kathos!"

Casius was also stunned after taking a look at the scene in the Elder Temple.

"Bul-Kathos protects me!"

Helabor's eyes widened to the point where his eyeballs almost fell out.

"Yes, it's the ancestor of the barbarians.

The Bul-Kathos with the same name as me.

Of course, this is not the first time you have seen him.

Didn't this guy inject vitality into your bodies before?

It's just that this time, he went home.

Not like a distant relative visiting relatives."

Bul-Kathos patted the shoulder of the ancestor next to him.

Although the behavior was a bit rude.

But no one in this place would care.

"I plan to let him replace the duties of the three ancestors to guard the door?

What do you say?

Anyway, I am the Immortal King now."

Bul-Kathos shouted at the top of his voice.

All the barbarian ancestors stared at Bul-Kathos blankly.

Some even didn't know what to say.

"Ahem! That! The ancestor next to you, Bul-Kathos, is also called Bul-Kathos.

Or we should call you Bareback..."

Helabor said half of his words and couldn't say the rest.

He had a hunch that if he finished saying that name, he would be slapped directly on the gate of the Holy Mountain as a decoration.

"You are the Immortal King, you have the final say.

Anyway, this guy has been dead for a long time, although I don't know how he was resurrected.

But he didn't help us at all back then."

Kol held the Fury of Hidden Peak with a look of disdain.

There are basically two attitudes of the ancestral spirits on the Holy Mountain.

One is the ancestors who died before the explosion of Mount Arreat.

They still respect their ancestors.

The other is the survivors of the Battle of Mount Arreat.

They don't like the first generation of ancestors.

The first generation of ancestors used to be worshipped as gods.

But during the Battle of Mount Arreat, this guy didn't even show his face!

They were not dissatisfied with whether the first generation ancestor fought or not.

They were dissatisfied with the fact that this guy did not appear in front of all the barbarians!

The barbarians did not care whether they won or not.

They did not care about the results such as death.

But they could not accept any sacrifice in the dark...

They said they did something secretly, but who could prove it?

Although the greatness in the dark is also a hero.

But such a hero has no fate with glory.

When such a hero stands in the sun, will he feel the light is dazzling?

It is not a completely good thing to let this first generation ancestor stand in the sun.

"It doesn't matter, just let you see!

I brought back a big treasure!"

Bulkaso laughed directly.

He really didn't care.