Guess where the missing part of life went!
You watched as archangels and demons plotted against your people.
With your acquiescence, they even destroyed the World Stone that the barbarians had guarded for countless years!
Do you think that once humans are qualified to face the true form of the Demon King of Hell, it will be possible to kill them?
How ridiculous!
The Worldstone was never meant simply to limit the Nephalem!
Instead, it strengthens the world’s barriers!
So that neither the high-level heaven nor the burning hell can easily come to the place of refuge!
But what about you?
There is not a single one of my own tribe left! My body was turned into pieces by the explosion of the World Stone!
My dear brother Bulkesso!
When you stand in front of this barbarian with the same name as you!
Have you never felt ashamed?
What are you protecting!?"
Rasma's voice became shriller!
The anger of the first generation ancestors is also getting higher and higher!
"Brother, you should change your name.
The current Bulcaisso is more like a barbarian king than you are.
And He has done far more than you have done!
You have been being used from the beginning to the end!"
Rasma's voice began to turn into sadness little by little.
That kind of sadness can even affect the emotions of all nearby beings.
"Rasma, is this what you want to say?
You want me to change my name just because what I do is not as good as that young man over there?
Since you asked about these things, I will simply tell you everything I know!"
The first ancestor slowly bent down and picked up the two knives thrown to the ground by Bulcasso.
Then wipe it carefully with a leather sleeve.
"My grief for killing Vasily will not be less than yours!
Vasily is a druid, but you don't know that Vasily is turning into a beast little by little!
In his eyes, the beasts are his people, not the druids who present him with the best food!
I don't know if it was the Burning Hell or the High Heavens that had a black hand on him.
But I noticed that Vasily was being separated from the ranks of the Nephalem little by little!"
The first generation ancestor picked up his two swords and looked at them carefully.
Then he nodded with satisfaction, as if he was satisfied with Bulcasso's maintenance of the pair of knives over the years.
"When Tyrael threw the Glory of the Holy Feather in his hand towards the World Stone, I stood there.
Look at the cracks already covering the World Stone!
So, dear brother, tell me!
The World Stone has been shattered bit by bit.
So which of the Archangels and Hell Demons broke through the restrictions and came to Sanctuary faster?
Or will the shackles on the Nephalem's talents be broken faster?"
For the first time, ridicule of Rasma appeared on the face of the first ancestor.
Although there is still anger in this sarcasm!
The beard and hair are all spread out! The anger is full of flames!
"And you said that the hand that was holding my throat pierced my skin.
Why do you think that the father who stood in front of me and lifted me up was the Archangel of Fate instead of our father Inaris?
Yes, you were not born yet at that time.
That was the first time my father tried to lift me high.
A clumsy father and a mother who knows nothing.
Our father lifted me high the same way he lifted the devil.
Yes, you don't know. Because you weren't born yet.
When fate choked my throat, you stood behind my father!
Have you not seen the surprising love in your father’s eyes?
Rasma! Do you know what you have done?"
The anger of the first generation ancestors broke out again!
The crystal corridor of the high-level heaven was completely incinerated by the anger!
The ground turned into lava!
Even the air has been consumed completely.
Every breath you take can only inhale the blazing anger into your body!
"We are the Nephalem!
The child of Lilith of Knowledge and Inaris of Destiny!
We are the sons of Lilith and Inarius!
Also the child of knowledge and destiny!
I don't know where you heard this evil thing from!
I don’t want to know why you must treat your father and the Archangel of Destiny separately!
When you raised the sickle in your hand, didn't you see the happy smile on your father's face?
There was even relief in that smile!
Why do you! How dare you!
How dare you not even lower your damn head to look at your father!
Only when father saw your choice! He narrowed his eyes with a smile! "
The muscles on the face of the first generation ancestor have completely lost control in anger!
Every muscle is trembling for no reason!
Every bit of skin turned into a tidal wave of anger and trembled!
"Bulkess is right!
You are the unfilial son of Inaris!
Father wanted you to be born strong!
It is your mother who has absorbed all the power that should belong to you!
Vasily and the others knew nothing about this, because they were still children at that time!
But I am no longer a child! I am your brother!
He is the eldest son of Inaris, the angel of fate!
I saw my father crying silently alone by the quiet river!
To be continued...