There is also the power given by the archangels, which is also promoting this change.
I am not a great devil, nor am I a combination of archangels.
But you can call me sir if you want."
Bulquesso told a cold joke to express his state.
If it weren't for this cold joke that wasn't funny at all, the first generation ancestor might have shown a smile full of relief.
"Our father is the embodiment of destiny.
But because he didn't choose to be part of his destiny.
That's why he looks so weak.
We saw the true form of destiny then.
And then paid a heavy price.
All this comes at a price.
I don’t want you to make the same mistakes as us!”
The first ancestors were very serious, even sincere enough.
But Rasma still looked careless.
"Then let me ask you, is the land you are stepping on now a place of refuge?
Or do you think that a destiny that has lost its own world can still be powerful and invincible?"
Bulkesso frowned.
He couldn't quite understand the concerns of the first generation ancestors in front of him.
The world has changed, and there is no reason why the destiny of another world should still be so powerful that it cannot be matched.
Every world is different. It is impossible for Destiny, who has just arrived in this world, to complete the theft of power in a short period of time!
Bulquesso is absolutely sure of this!
"..."
The first generation ancestor was stunned for a moment.
Rasma on the side directly spread her hands.
That look was like saying "I was going to tell him, but he didn't listen."
"My brother was almost strangled to death by fate, and I can understand his fear.
This is also something that can't be helped.
That battle back then was a bit tragic.
But since you know this, why do you ask our poor father?"
Rasma finally took over the reins of the conversation.
"Because you have to challenge fate!
Tanise, I can’t tell which is higher or lower, fate or time, but I know they are equally difficult to deal with!
And I think there is a certain connection between the two.
There happens to be a weak destiny here. If I don't challenge him, should I try to challenge a stronger and healthier time?
If it were you, what if the time of this world appeared weakly in front of you.
Aren’t you going to be tempted?”
Bulqueso's tone was a little contemptuous.
He did not make any modifications to his approach.
I also think this approach is a bit excessive.
But if the person who had such an opportunity was Rasma and the first ancestors of the barbarians, then they would never let go of such an opportunity.
The only problem now is that this weakling is the first ancestor and Rasma's father...
"We can also be tempted, not just us, but also those archangels.
Although they have a relatively close relationship with our father, they are definitely not harmonious.
If possible, they would definitely want to take their destiny completely into their own hands.
But we can't watch you torture our father.
Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t have much to do with feelings, although it still has some relationship.”
Rasma smiled gently.
It's just that the smile that appears on his pale face looks a little bit eye-catching.
"The reasons and the price you can pay.
It must at least include the memory of your confrontation with fate!"
Bulquesso made concessions, which can be said to be to get more information.
This kind of information poses no risk to Bulqueso.
If you have the opportunity, you will never miss it.
"Sorry, memory is impossible.
It's not that this memory is precious, nor that it will disappear.
But because you are Bulcasso, we cannot share the memories of that year with you."
Rasma was very humble about this, and his face was so sincere that no one would suspect that he was lying.
Bulkesso nodded, expressing his understanding.
In this matter, Rasma had absolutely no need to deceive him.
"I'll make another request.
What does Lilith plan to do?
Or what are you praying for when you say, ‘Mother of Grace, save us’?”
Bulkesso's question made Rasma's expression change slightly.
Through the information transmitted by Natsubo, Bulqueso knew what happened at that time.
I also know that Rasma finally knelt beside Lilith as if she had turned back into her mother's good baby.
But there is not that big a difference in strength between the two people!
At least not to the point where one person needs to kneel down to show submission.
And in Bulkesso's sight, it was definitely not a child's admiration for his mother!
It's more like a sycophant showing flattery in front of the king who has control of everything!
This is inconsistent with Rasma’s identity as the founder of Rasma’s priestly profession!
"This is my family's private matter, and I really can't tell you.
Although you still have the blood of your elder brother in your body, you also know it.
There is a difference between having similar blood and being a relative."
Rasma's hands were tucked into her sleeves again.
Bulkesso observed the changes in Rasma's body.
"If you're going to pull the scythe out of your sleeve, I suggest you think about it for a moment.
Just like your brother cannot defeat me now, you also have no possibility of defeating me.
Even if you don't get these seeds of authority, you can't possibly defeat me.
Your balance is a balance granted by Ysreal.
But you and I both know that this balance is based on Israel's authority.
To be continued...