"Barbarians are just a little rough and have no problem with their intelligence."
The first generation ancestor said something as if to emphasize.
Then came Bulcasso's dissatisfied look.
After all, there is a saying that goes like this:
"The more emphasis is placed on something, the more emphasis is placed on it."
The words of the first generation ancestor always make people feel that he seems to be lacking in wisdom.
"Well, father, we meet again.
Although your body has been worn on my body, you should also know my love for you.
But do you still remember everything fate has done to us?"
Rathma put the edge of the scythe under Inaris' neck.
Using the gentlest force that could not cut Inaris' skin, he forced Inaris to raise his head high!
"Rasma, I'm sorry.
You were meant to be as naturally strong as your brothers and sisters.
But I don't think I did anything wrong.
You've accomplished more than I've ever seen."
Inaris's posture was uncomfortable to watch.
But when he spoke, his tone was full of fatherly love.
There is nothing false about this kind of care.
"Brother, now that father is back.
Then let’s take him and leave?”
There was a slight tremor in the voice of the first generation ancestor.
He seemed to know something, but he wasn't sure.
"Brother, you know.
You always knew what I was going to do.
But why are you never willing to stop me?
Just like when we first challenged our father,
You can obviously prevent this from happening.
Barbarians are a people favored by their father and destiny.
And you are the ancestor of barbarians.
To say that you cannot be like a prophet among the barbarians is the biggest joke.
Brother, why do you think I will stop when things get to this point?"
Rasma spoke with compassion on her face!
The next moment, the sickle crossed the sky!
A drop of blood fell on the ground!
Inaris' life is ended!
"Yes, when a weak destiny stands in front of us.
We will definitely seize the opportunity to try to challenge destiny!
This is not only your choice, we do the same.
Bulcaisel, I am willing to trade the legendary suit that I have long been accustomed to wearing in exchange for my father's life.
That's because I also want a chance to challenge the weakest fate.
Although all this is not much of a challenge.
But now, I have received the seeds of my father's power.
The last war we fought with my father was over the seeds of destiny.
The final result is the legendary set called 'The Grace of Inaris'.
The war that cost several of my brothers and sisters.
Under the forging of big brother, I turned into this legendary suit that belongs to me.
Only now is it truly complete!
To thank you, I invite you to name this reborn suit."
Following Rasma's voice, the flesh and blood of Inaris' corpse began to dry up!
Then it gradually transformed into the legendary suit.
Only this time, this legend is no longer pure white.
Instead, it was dyed with a somewhat blood-red halo.
"In this case, I have nothing to be polite about.
Then call it 'The Unfilial Son of Inaris'.
It tells people in the future directly what story this suit represents.”
Bulcasso glanced at the crystal dome behind him, his voice full of disdain!
"Rasma!"
The first generation ancestor finally let out an angry roar!
The uncontrollable anger in his body finally burst out of his body!
In just an instant, the high-level heaven was dyed red with anger!
"Brother, my father's soul is being reborn in the higher heaven.
It's just that he has lost the seed of destiny and will no longer become the archangel of fate that strangles your throat.
You should feel happy.
It just takes a while to wait.
You've been waiting for such a long time, there's nothing wrong with waiting a little longer."
The sickle in Rathma's hand flashed with blood, and then merged with the "Unfilial Son of Inarius" suit!
The scythe's name was originally Tag'o's Fang.
It is Rathma’s teacher, the founder of the Necromancer, and the seventh legend left by Tageo!
Chapter completed!