$973 Rasma and Masaiel's Mutual Performance!

Where justice passes may not be accompanied by laughter and joy, but may also be a scorched earth!

The road opened by justice is not necessarily always unobstructed.

But justice will not stop, it just waits until the road behind is blocked again, and then justice will turn around and walk again!

It is said that history is a circle, and humans can never learn lessons from history.

Isn't justice the same! ? Justice will come, and he will walk the road he has walked countless times when people make mistakes.

Rorschach is on his way, and he is carrying justice!

How can justice retreat? Justice can be afraid, can hesitate! Even cry!

But justice must never retreat! He has only one mission, that is to keep moving forward! Go to all places where the wind of justice has dissipated!

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Lasma is sitting alone on a somewhat cold stone.

His face has become paler, and the previous paleness is caused by his power being more inclined towards death.

But this paleness at this time has nothing to do with strength, it's just that Lasma has spent too much energy during this period.

He didn't know about the news that Yinaris had reoccupied the position of the Angel of Destiny, but he knew that the "new" Angel of Destiny had been bred by the High Heaven.

He was still distressed, distressed by Yinaris's death and his own stupidity!

He cut off Yinaris's head with his own hands to break the fate.

It was also for everything he insisted on!

Maybe there was also a little resentment and revenge for not being as strong as his brothers and sisters.

But he didn't expect that it was not his father's partiality that made him weak, but his mother's selfishness?

Lasma was distressed by this, which seemed to break all his persistence from the beginning to the present.

He was still thinking about how he should act next.

"I thought you would move a little, after all, you once stood on the side of humans."

The Archangel of Death Masa Yiner appeared beside Lasma, and his tone was as calm as if he was chatting.

Lasma's position has always been somewhat vacillating. He is not close to the high-level heaven, and he has never liked the burning hell.

Lasma, who is wavering between the two, seems to be seeking benefits.

But Masayiner knows that Lasma is not pursuing benefits, but other more valuable things.

Just humans!

Lasma is not very friendly to ordinary humans, and it is common for him to use human lives to achieve his own goals.

But Lasma is indeed on the side of humans, but he has made a choice between the group and the individual.

"I am also on the side of humans now, but I am thinking about one thing, why our mother regards the archangel as an enemy."

Lasma's tone is thorny.

He did think about this problem before, but this problem obviously does not require him to spend too much energy to think about it.

Lilith is a demon, and it is normal to regard angels as enemies.

He said this just to express that he does not welcome Masayiner, but Masayiner obviously does not care much about his attitude.

Lasma deserves a little tolerance from him, although this guy is not very smart in his eyes.

But that power is real!

A Nephalem who has gained great power through learning and hard work, even if the one standing here is Masayin's body that controls the power of death.

He will not show contempt for Lasma.

Lasma's struggle deserves a little respect from him.

"Lilith? The answer to this story is a bit far away, I don't think you will listen to the end."

Masayin still said calmly.

This is just a courtesy, and Lasma is not really interested in it, Masayin can see it.

"Then there is no need to say, I think I should do something now."

Lasma stood up, and the sickle in his hand was leaning on the ground like a crutch.

He didn't look like a powerful Nephalem at all at this time, but more like an old farmer looking at the rice that could never be harvested in front of him.

That kind of gloomy look is called fatigue.

Lasma really felt tired.

The lifespan of the first generation of Nephalem is almost endless, and this is also the same for the powerful Nephalem.

But not all humans are like this. Lasma has experienced too many separations of life and death.

Although he can make corpses move again and make the souls of the dead reappear, he knows the difference between life and death.

Break the opposition between life and death? Lasma did not do this, he just blurred the definition of life and death.

This was done with the help of the Archangel of Balance Yinsiril.

"What are you going to do? Inherit your mother's wishes and stand on the opposite side of the High Heaven?

Or stand on neither side, just protect humans as you once thought?"

Masayin's mouth drew a mocking smile.

A tired Nephalem will be a little dull, and Masayin has a way to cheer up such a Nephalem.

Nephalem attaches great importance to dignity, perhaps because dignity is already a luxury in the environment of Sanctuary.

Most Nephalem value dignity.

As long as Masayir shows a little contempt and ridicule, it can make Rasma excited.

So in his eyes, no matter what choice Rasma made, it was ridiculous. This look worked very well.

Massa Yin'er is sure of this!

"I plan to harvest lives as a god of death. What do you think about this? Masa Yin'er, I'm not smart enough, but I'm not stupid either!"

Rasma's eyes looked up and down at Massayir in front of him, and his sickle seemed ready to move!

As expected, Rasma did feel a little more energetic.

It's just that the effort spent before will not be recovered out of thin air.

If Rasma hadn't been so bald, his hair might have turned pale white.

“Of course, you’re just not smart enough to be obvious.

Do you want the power of death? This may help you a lot, but you can't defeat me. "

Of course Massayin'er noticed the deep malice in Rasma's eyes, but he just looked at it without any sign of fighting.

It was as if he was certain that Rasma would not fight him at this time.

Massayin'er was still using provocative tricks, which made him feel a little bit of fun.

If he were facing the first generation ancestors of the barbarians, he would not do this again and again.

Because the first generation ancestors of the barbarians really knew how to take action, but Rasma didn't.

Rasma weighs the pros and cons before making a decision.

This is inevitable. Rasma was not strong at all when he was a child. He had long been accustomed to this approach in order to become stronger.

"Of course, with my power I still can't fight against the entire high-level heaven, but I'm not the only Nephalem."

Rasma was threatening, but it was unwise to make threats at this time, and she was even a bit stern.

This still did not exceed Masayir's expectations. He suddenly felt like he was mastering Rasma like a toy.

That feeling was a bit strange, and Massa Yin'er knew that it might be the feeling of satisfaction that is often said.

But he needed to let go of the feeling that the Archangel of Wisdom was always seeking truth and correctness.

If the body he was using at this time was that of the Archangel of Wisdom, then he would never feel this way.

It's a pity that this body is that of the Archangel of Death, Massa Yin'er.

"The reason why you can't cooperate with Bulcaisel is not that you can't lower your head to find him, but that he won't accept you.

Shall we make a bet? "

Massayin'er said anxiously. He wanted to take care of the feeling in his head, and at this time he no longer even concealed his intellectual contempt for Rasma.

Strength is one thing, brains are another.

Massa Yin'er became anxious.

"No, they will accept me. The ashes of barbarians are scattered on the sacred mountain of Harrogas. Do you think I can make them reappear?"

Rasma's fair face had a little color on it, and it was obvious that he was very excited now.

But no matter how you look at it, he is not angry. Maybe he has observed a flaw in Masseyin'er?

Although Rasma's life was still short for Masayir, this period of time also made Rasma become wily and calculating.

The flaws are still there, but it's not like Rasma is full of flaws.

"To a savage, death is death."

Massa Yin'er said with slightly trembling lips, it felt a bit like he was acting.

But there is no flaw in his approach.

"But the dead can still reappear!"

Rasma became aggressive. He may also be performing.

The outcome of the show doesn't matter, and there's no need to explore who deceived whom.

It's hard for both guys to achieve their goals when they're deceiving each other.

They are not fools. They will silently remember all the doubtful points and prove them one by one later!

"So what's the stakes?"

Massayin'er's tone was still calm, but these words made him seem to have softened. But mentioning bets at this time is a blatant provocation. Just the right performance? Anyway, Masseyin'er won't do anything unnecessary.

"How about doing something for the other person no matter the cost?"

Rasma gritted her teeth and said, "He has bad intentions!" Massayir knew this very well.

"But you don't have the ability to take back the bet after I default on my account."

Massayin'er's tone remained unchanged.

"So it all depends on consciousness!"

Rasma said decisively.

Rasma's attitude made Masayir realize that he might have missed something.

But he didn't think he would lose, just like he said, if he defaulted on his debt, there would be no way for Rasma to recover his bet!

Massa Yin'er did not say yes, but looked at Rasma quietly. This kind of gaze would make people feel uneasy.

But Rasma stood there without fear, and even met Masayir's gaze!

this stalemate

"I'll take it as a bet."

After Rasma finished speaking, his figure became illusory, and the breath of life and death circulated in his body. The next moment he passed through a small portal that could only allow him to pass through.

Rasma blocked the portal tightly, and no breath was transmitted from the other end of the portal.

Even if there was some breath that wanted to pass through, it was completely disrupted by Rasma's life-and-death transition.

Rasma obviously didn't want Massa Yin'er to know his whereabouts, and Massa Yin'er didn't intentionally explore this change.

It's a modicum of decency.

Both guys guessed that the other didn't tell everything, but they would do it their own way.

As for the outcome, there is always a winner, and they all feel like they have a chance.

"Where can you go? Who else can you go to besides your brother?"

Massayir said he was not worried that Rasma would hear what he said.

Massa Yin'er still maintains the behavior of the Archangel of Wisdom, but now he is in the body of the Archangel of Death.

Is death always right? Obviously not! Death is just the end of life, it has nothing to do with whether it is correct or not!

"Massa Yin'er, what you are doing is a bit dangerous."

Only at this time did Tyrell come out. He stood behind the Archangel of Death, Massa Yin'er, and said.

Tyrael is also the Archangel of Death at this time, so the atmosphere and atmosphere here have not changed much.

They all have the power of death, and they are all archangels.

As long as Tyrell stood in the shadows and restrained his sense of presence, Rasma would not be able to detect his presence even if he directly listened to the previous conversation.

Rasma is a little out of touch with the world, and he needs a lot of additional information to regain a correct understanding of the current situation.

It's just that Rasma alone doesn't have this ability.

When the two archangels of death hold dual powers of death, as long as they pay a little attention to Rathma without consent.

Then Rasma cannot take away any soul from the world of the dead.

Even if Li Min carved out a territory from the kingdom of the dead to maintain the normal operation of the world, it would be the same.

Li Min also has her own plans and ideas. She likes to be nosy, but doesn't like trouble.

This is a bit contradictory, but in the face of Li Min's power, most of the time the trouble will dissipate on its own.

"Of course I know, it's just that Rasma is the pawn I need.

What he can do is beyond your imagination. You and I have never been mothers, but at least we know how sincere a mother's feelings are, right? "

Masa Yin'er said.

"You plan to use Rasma to solve Lilith? This is not realistic. You and I both know the nature of Lilith. That is beyond the scope of Rasma's solution!"

Tyrell was always serious and didn't even like to joke.

Although he had studied hard when he was a human, his studies obviously had no effect.

That time as a human may be just one breath in the life span of an archangel.

Tyrell had never been easy to talk to when he was opinionated.

Even force cannot make Tyrell bow.

"I didn't think about letting Rathma deal with Lilith, but I wanted to let Lilith deal with Rasma."

Masa Yin'er explained.

He didn't like pointless arguments with Tyrael.

This kind of answer with questions can shut up Tyrael. This is Malsayir's experience.

It's the best thing to do to distract someone who is always stubborn.

That's what Tyrell did.

"Then we'll see!"

Tyrell said this to pretend to understand.

But he was also used to it. Archangels had their own way of communicating with each other.