The place where Lilith revived, Malthael has left this place.
 He ​​has already obtained what he wants, and there is no need to plot anything more from Lilith by plundering here.
“I don’t understand, mother, why you agreed to Malthael.”
Rasma said a little disappointed.
 Mathail is dangerous to the Nephalem, and they have a hatred for each other.
 So he was a little dissatisfied with Lilith's actions.
 But at this time, Rasma became cautious even in venting her dissatisfaction.
 Because only Lilith can save them.
 A pair of eyes looked at Lilith, who was standing motionless. The deathly aura on her body was scattered unsteadily in this world that was about to be destroyed.
Lilith didn’t reply, her eyes looked blankly into the distance.
At this time, the first-generation Bulcaisor was beside Inaris, counting on his fingers without saying a word.
 Compared to Lilith, the mother, the first-generation Bulcasso trusted his father more.
 Fate does not have much selfishness, at least Inarius still faces these Nephalem as a "father".
“Brother, I am already a dead person. Even if I am temporarily dragged back by you, I will not be able to contribute anything to your ‘big plan’.”
　　The first generation Bulkatho looked at Rathma with a mocking look in his eyes.
 Dead person?
 Perhaps so.
 But for these first-generation Nephalem, death has never been an easy matter.
 Is he a dead man?
 This was like a joke in front of Rasma.
  Necromancers, in generations long ago, were able to move around in this world with only their own souls.
 The boundary between death and life is never very clear.
Even a savage can find a whole host of ways of rebirth if he so chooses.
 Even he has already made corresponding attempts.
 “Bulkess, where is your brother?”
Inarius's cold and majestic voice finally sounded, and a wave of broken power enveloped the place.
 The force of fate took over the space, and the rest of the people didn't react much to it.
 Except for the first generation Bulkatho!
  A name that should not be mentioned, Inarius definitely knows the fate of this child.
 Vasili, the first druid.
 The strong person who has received a part of the authority over life and a small part of destiny.
Died in the struggle for power and the strife between heaven and hell!
There are definitely shadows of the two first-generation Nephalem present.
 “Vasily? He’s dead.”
　　The first-generation Bulcaisel said nonchalantly, already clenching the weapon tightly in his hand.
Vasily’s death was something that had to be done, and it was also a story full of ugliness!
Although he is not very powerful now, he will never die willingly in the hands of others.
 Even if it was their father who wanted to kill him, that wouldn't work!
Angels and demons are the parents of the Nephalem, but they will not completely stand on the Nephalem's side.
If Inaris really had unbreakable feelings for his children, he would never have watched the first generation Nephalem struggling in the conflict between heaven and hell!
  The first generation of Nephalem were not just seven people!
 There are more of them than this!
  There are only a few people who have the opportunity to leave records and names in ancient books.
 The rest has become a thing of the past in a long fighting career!
 Just because this world is the most unfair to human beings!
Perhaps Israel will be a little more fair, but he still stands from the perspective of an angel.
“I know, what I want to ask is whether you have ever thought about not taking that stupid step!
 He has the closest relationship with you! He also trusts you the most!”
 Inarius said aggressively.
 The strength in his body has become a little out of control.
 Looks like a father who feels sorry for his child.
Even if the tone sounds like you don’t care much about it.
 “Tell me this!”
　　The voice of the first-generation Bulcaisel was a bit cold.
 His body has begun to tremble!
 The anger is surging, exceeding the limit that this body can bear!
“Foolish approach? You mean having to abandon your brothers in order to survive under the siege of angels and demons?
 Or do you mean that in order to gain power that makes you fearful, you have to kill your own brothers?
 Or maybe, under your gaze, you killed that idiot Malthael with one knife and gave him his first rebirth!?
 Father!? Listen up! I am a barbarian! I am the child of an angel and a demon!
 Facing an angel, I am a devil! Facing a devil, I am an angel!
you saw it!
 You’ve seen it all!
Why don’t you ask Rathma why he made your bones into a suit of armor and wore it on his body!
 Because only your bones can keep him from your sight! Idiot!"
The first-generation Bulcaisu roared, his anger exceeding the upper limit of what this body could bear, and the corpse from Kanai had begun to make an overwhelming sound!
Facing the truth told by the first generation Bulkatho, Rathma closed his eyes.
 He understood that his brother had already made a decision. Even he had no possibility of reversing it.
“Vasily died a happy death! I did not let him go through you and your torture!”
 When the first generation Bulcaisor spoke, he pointed at Inarius and Lilith one by one.
 The anger in his words moved Rasma present.
“Vasily doesn’t like fighting! That stupid brother who believes in the beauty of life! He doesn’t like fighting at all!
because I!
It’s because of me! He stood by his mother’s side at that time, summoned giant beasts, and manipulated plants! He used those cruel methods to bring death to other people!
 Tell me what you gave him!
 A body and a soul that made him feel pain!
 My hands are stained with the blood of countless uncles, aunts and uncles.
I can still remember the despair of their children and my cousins ​​when they faced my butcher knife!
 Do you really think that I, Rasma and even Vasily are sharp knives in your hands!?
tell me!"
To be continued...