Of course Diavolo has a way to contain me.
The Archangel might even help him a little.
The relationship between these bastards cannot be fully described."
Bulcaisel rummaged through his backpack.
Then he took out a raw magic cow leg...
Suddenly, there was a small earthquake in the middle of everyone.
With the help of the power of the surging magma, the demon cow's legs were roasted.
"The archangel and the devil of hell have been fighting for so many years.
It would be false to say that there was no communication between them.
Otherwise, no Nephalem would have been born."
The claims of the first generation ancestors are very credible.
After all, he is the guy closest to that era.
Although he has never experienced the Eternal War, he heard about it from his father.
This source of information is much more accurate than those legends whose origins are unknown.
"Is this a serious fight you're talking about?"
Hailab tilted his neck and looked at the first ancestor.
"I don't know if it's serious or not.
But I know you are not serious at all.
Serious barbarians use their anger to hurt their enemies.
Only a weird guy like you can turn your anger into energy to heal yourself.
I don’t even know what to say about you.”
The first generation ancestors gave Hailab a blank look.
This kind of performance actually made the group of elders feel a little more tender...
"So what exactly did you leave behind in your anger?
Why didn’t you say anything to Banal then?”
Hailab asked further.
"I left a little bit of Vasily's strength.
Just one more piece of information.
As for the specific content, you can only explore it yourself.
You know, in the era I lived in,
Each Nephalem likes to keep the seeds of his power within his own heritage."
The first generation ancestor whispered.
It's like this is some huge secret.
This performance seems slightly funny.
"Then you left the authority of anger?"
Rumlow asked casually.
"No, the power of anger has long been left in the blood of the barbarians.
You...you're trying to trick me!?"
The first ancestors looked in disbelief.
"That's because you are stupid.
How many years have it been since you last interacted with others?
It's just a casual question, and it doesn't matter if you answer something wrong.
How can you still blame Rumlow?
Come! Rumlow! Give an oath to the first ancestors!
Just swear on Talik's name and tell him you didn't lie to him!"
Hailab shouted carelessly.
"It seems you are not that smart."
Bulcaisel resisted the urge to laugh out loud and roasted the magic cow leg while suppressing his laughter.
Rumlow smiled shyly, obviously not intending to swear.
"Every one of you is more cunning than that King of Lies!"
Herab's face turned red with anger.
He stretched out a trembling arm and pointed at Rumlow with a trembling index finger.
But his eyes were looking at the two Bulkesso...
"Besides lying to himself, what else does Bile have?
Sometimes I doubt that Belial can defeat Duriel."
Bulcaisel changed the topic somewhat abruptly.
"I testify that in a head-on fight, Bile cannot defeat Duriel.
He can't beat Azmodan yet!"
The first ancestor smiled and took out a small dagger.
It's not a legend, it's just a small dagger.
It's just that the first generation ancestors carried this small dagger for a relatively long time.
This is used to cut roasted meat.
Barbecue should be the beginning of human cuisine...
So the first generation ancestors were actually quite good at barbecue.
It's just that he's not good at techniques like seasoning.
The lives of human beings in that era were really miserable.
"So who among the seven demon kings can Bile defeat?
According to what you said, I feel that I am faster than Ledu and cannot beat Rakanos."
Bulcaisel complained.
Then he lifted the demon ox's leg and stopped it in front of the first ancestor.
The first generation ancestor bared his teeth, and then reluctantly cut off the roasted outermost part of the demon ox leg.
Then he put it in the stone bowl he rolled out casually and placed it in front of Rumlow and Luke.
The stone bowl was really made by him.
Pick up a stone and rub off the top half.
Then rub it with a little force to make a depression.
Then shake your hands to shake off the stone dust.
A stone bowl that doesn't look very good is ready.
Of course he can do it beautifully, but that's not necessary...
Barbarians are a practical type.
The pursuit of craftsmanship and beauty is what happens after barbarians finally no longer need to be driven away like wild dogs.
To be continued...