Bulcaisel knew very well the pain of not being able to express it, so he did not treat the immortal king before him in the harshest way.
"So when Bulkatho was still a seed, did you see that he would grow into a world tree?"
Death asked a little funny.
"Of course not, I thought he would grow up to be the stuff of legend of the Barbarians.
At that time, I did not notice that the birth of Bul-Katho was Uldyssian's hand."
Warusk said unabashedly.
"I have tried to understand your past during this period, but until now I still have no way of understanding the thoughts of you lunatics."
Death said.
The sword transformed by Volusk kept trembling, as if laughing silently.
"Why try to understand us?
Why try to understand others?”
After Warusk calmed down his trembling, he slowly asked.
"Because of curiosity."
The simple answer given by Death left Warusk at a loss for words.
He can never stop others from being curious.
"Everyone is their own madman, I can only answer you this way.
Even if they experience the same thing, no two identical people will be born.
There is nothing in our world to wonder about, and nothing to praise.
Whether it’s those so-called heroes or anything else.”
Warusk gave an answer that he didn't know if it could be considered an answer.
There are some things that he has long been too lazy to think about.
"You don't seem talkative."
Death said.
"Do you think a guy who just sat on a stone throne for a long time would be talkative?"
Warusk's tone was a bit mocking, but he didn't know whether he was mocking death or himself.
"I thought you, a guy who has been silent for so long, must have too many things in your heart that you want to talk about."
Death's tone was still calm, just like death should be.
"What I want to say has been told to myself too many times during those years.
Now I no longer want to say those things that I have said countless times.
How about I tell you the story of Bulcasso?
Or tell you about Kanai’s great achievements?”
Warusk said.
There was a mood in his business that seemed to change the subject.
"Forget it, I don't want to hear those stories.
Over the years, I have always been able to hear stories from some of the so-called heroes.
I'm tired of that stuff."
Death refused.
"That's a shame, those stories are actually quite interesting.
Although I also admit that most of their stories are boring."
Warusk said somewhat perfunctorily.
It seemed that Warusk would feel relieved as long as he didn't have to tell anything about himself.
"Okay, I'm going to sow the next seed.
What do you think of that child tainted with destructive authority and that wolverine?"
Death asked.
“Jill and Logan?
I was so busy before that I almost forgot that they had gained amazing power due to the power of destruction.
Can only the seeds of death take root in the remnants of destruction?”
Gruchak asked.
"Why not? Can death itself die again?"
Death laughed as he finished speaking.
I have to say that her laughter was not gloomy, but rather unexpectedly cheerful.
"Authority will not die, but you will die.
When consciousness is shattered, when traces of existence are destroyed, you can also be declared 'dead' at that time."
Warusk laughed himself after saying that.
He suddenly began to think that Death was an interesting guy, a Death who was not good at fighting, which seemed quite funny in itself.
Warusk thought of the fact that Death was the first supreme god in the world to see Bulkatho, and then he could not help but smile even more.
One was hit so hard by Bulcasso, who only showed pure "power" at that time, that he squatted on the ground with his head saved and died.
This is indeed funny enough.
"Everything should have a beginning and an end, but I haven't discovered the existence of a beginning and an end yet."
Death said slowly.
"But they definitely exist don't they?"
Warusk said nonchalantly.
"So do you think this is the beginning or the end of your Bulkesso?"
Death demanded.
"He is the process, and his existence must encompass the beginning and the end itself.
I believe so."
Warusk said extremely firmly.
Death chuckled and had no intention of continuing this topic.
Almost all the nephalem trusted Bul-Katho, which seemed strange to Death.
It's as if they have never thought about whether Bulcasso will be corrupted.
But judging from the nephalem's concerns about the Burning Hell and hostility to corruption, this situation is weird in every way.
"Is Bulcaisel really human?"
Death whispered.
It's just that Warusk didn't seem to hear the question and didn't have any answer.
It was as if Warusk was a thoughtless weapon at this time, just hanging so quietly on Death's waist.
Death does not expect to get answers, although she can clearly see that Bulcasso has life and everything that humans should have.
But Death still doubted Bulcaisel's human identity in his heart.
He even began to doubt what kind of existence the Nephalem were.
It's true that the nephalem's life will reach a climax, but why do the nephalem never die of old age?
This is not normal at all, not like any life that would be produced in a normal world.
To be continued...