"Perhaps you can learn about this first ancestor through Rasma?"
Li Min said teasingly.
At this time, Rasma had been imprisoned in the Burning Hell along with two archangels and a demon.
In this case, what Li Min said was just a joke.
"In fact, if Leiko had not died in the battle, I should have learned enough about the first ancestors."
Bulcaisel sighed.
He originally wanted to retrieve his past during this period, but unfortunately, accidents always interrupted this process.
"I think so, then just pray to me. After all, if you pray to me at this time, I can really help you."
Li Min said in a joking tone.
It is better to pray to a friend than to pray to a god who has never appeared.
"Ha, if you really want to hear my prayers, it's not impossible to satisfy your bad taste."
Bulcasso smiled in relief.
There are not many people in this world that Bulcaisel can trust, and Li Min is one of them.
Trust and belief are not the same thing, at least not here in Bulkesso.
"Give me an hour. If you can also tell me the backup plan you left behind, this time may be shortened."
Li Min smiled.
She has not been idle while standing here, although the source of the barbarian's power has never been displayed in front of Li Min in this image.
But with Li Min's talent and ability, this period of time is enough for her to understand this power.
For Li Min, the mysteries in the world are always just a matter of time.
"I'll wait and see."
Bulkesso's tone became much more relaxed.
He understands Li Min, and Li Min will not do anything he is not sure about.
Since it was said to be one hour, the time will only be shorter than that.
As for the backhand hidden in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, this Bulcaisuo did not intend to reveal it.
After all, this kind of thing was not created by him alone. If he wanted to reveal it, he had to get the consent of at least two other participants.
Li Min didn't say much, her eyes flashed with arcane colors as she looked at the barrier in front of her.
This method does not represent everything in the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, but at least it can be regarded as the foundation of energy.
A little complicated, but not a big problem.
Warusk in the Holy Mountain is constantly facing Hylab's attacks and has no intention of holding back.
The battle between the two sides went to the most decisive extreme from the beginning.
It's just that this battle is destined not to end in a short time. A race against time is very stressful for Warusk.
Because if he loses, he will disappear.
Volusk is not afraid of this. If he was afraid of this, he would not become the second immortal king.
What he fears is that his goal will fail!
The return of the Holy Mountain of Arreat meant a lot to him and Kol, and they could not accept the failure of this operation.
So it is inevitable to decide!
There is no hatred, just a dispute caused by different ideas.
There will be nothing more than that!
…
In the burning hell, the two archangels gradually began to feel tired.
Although the beating of Barr did not take long, they were still tired of it.
For those who have been born for countless years, the combined number of times they have fought Baal is even more than the number of breaths Bulkatho has taken.
In fact, they would not be interested in this kind of thing for a long time.
This kind of battle gradually became more routine, whether it was against an archangel or a demon.
So what they are considering is always to end the war completely.
Whether it was Tyrael detonating the World Stone or Malthael's reckless death, it was just to end the demon.
It's a pity that they have never really achieved this, and the same is true for the Burning Hell.
"I thought I could see more scenes of the archangel beating the devil of hell. Is this exciting performance finally over for now?"
Rasma sat on a stone to the side and said with her head tilted.
He didn't care if what he said was provocative to the Archangels and Demon Gods. Even though he was acting on the weaker side at this time, no one wanted to see the fear of Rasma appearing on his face.
"Rasma, we all know that we are here only because Burqasso wants us to."
Tyrell said.
He said this without any expression.
"What, is the merciful Archangel of Justice planning to judge me, a sinner? Oh, I forgot that you have never had the authority to judge."
Rasma sneered.
"Rathma, it's not a smart move to anger Tyrael, and I don't think we'll be here very long."
Impris said.
Rathma could hear the kindness in Imprius's words, but this kind of kindness was definitely limited.
Imprius has never been the kind of guy who likes nephalem. As long as he is not facing Bulkatho, Imprius never minds showing his irritable side to other nephalems.
"Really? By 'not for a long time', don't you mean Bulcasso's natural lifespan?"
Rasma mocked.
He knew that the archangels had a different understanding of time than the Nephalem, so he mocked the archangels.
He does not need to fear anything, and there is no need to fear anything.
Rathma was also an outlier among the first generation Nephalem.
Although he is not naturally powerful, he does not owe anything to the archangels and demons.
In other words, Rasma's position could not be on the same side as these guys from the beginning.
In all his actions, he has always adhered to the teachings of his teacher Tageo!
Work for the balance of the Nephalem's existence!
Rasma has been working hard for this goal all her life, and it is still the same now.
"Rasma, most Nephalem cannot understand what you mean to them, nor do they understand how noble an existence like you must be to become the background of the story."
Baal spoke as soon as he recovered a little.
Barr didn't really want to get involved in the battle at first, but at this time he seemed to have changed his mind somewhat.
"Shut up Barr, your ability to confuse people is not even one ten thousandth of Diablo's.
This kind of technical job is not suitable for a guy like you who is obsessed with destruction."
Rathma mocked unabashedly, as if he didn't care about Baal, the demon who could truly erase his existence.
"Gradually it became boring. The conversations between us were not even as interesting as the fights between us."
Tyrell said a little coldly.
Everything that needs to be said between you and the Demon God has been said over the past countless years.
Spending too much time talking can only be classified as having fun or reminiscing about old times.
"Your influence on this world is gradually increasing, but it is never as good as the expansion instinct of the Burning Hell."
To be continued...