It's a pity that this body is that of the Archangel of Death, Massa Yin'er.
"The reason why you can't cooperate with Bulcasso is not that you can't lower your head to find him, but that he won't accept you.
Shall we make a bet?"
Masa Yin'er said anxiously. He wanted to help the feeling in his mind. At this time, he no longer even concealed his contempt for Rasma in terms of intelligence.
Strength is one thing, brain is another.
Massa Yin'er became anxious.
"No, they will accept me. The ashes of barbarians are scattered on the holy mountain of Harrogas. Do you think I can make them reappear?"
Rasma's fair face had a little color on it, and it could be seen that he was very excited now.
But no matter how you look at it, he is not angry. Maybe he has observed a flaw in Masseyin'er?
Although Rasma's life was still short for Masayir, this period of time also made Rasma become wily and calculating.
Flaws still exist, but Rasma is not full of flaws.
"To a savage, death is death."
Massa Yin'er said with slightly trembling lips, it felt a bit like he was acting.
It's just that there aren't any flaws in his approach.
"But the dead can still reappear!"
Rasma became aggressive. He was probably acting.
The outcome of this performance does not matter, and there is no need to explore who deceived whom.
It is difficult for both of them to achieve their goals when these two guys are deceiving each other.
They are not fools. They will silently remember all the doubtful points and prove them one by one later!
"So what's the stakes?"
Massa Yin'er's tone was still calm, but these words made him seem to be subdued. But at this time, mentioning the bet was a clear provocation. Just the right performance? Massa Yin'er wouldn't do anything unnecessary anyway.
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"How about doing something for the other person no matter the cost?"
Rasma gritted her teeth and said, "He has bad intentions! Massayir knows this very well."
"But you don't have the ability to take back the bet after I default on my account."
Massayin'er's tone remained unchanged.
"So it all depends on consciousness!"
Rasma said decisively.
Rasma's attitude made Masayir realize that he might have missed something.
But he didn't think he would lose, as he said, if he defaulted on his debt, there would be no way for Rasma to recover his bet!
Massa Yin'er did not say yes, but looked at Rasma quietly. This kind of gaze would make people feel uneasy.
But Rasma stood there without fear, and even met Masayir's gaze!
this stalemate
"I'll take it as a bet."
After Rasma finished speaking, his figure became illusive, and the breath of life and death circulated in his body. The next moment he passed through a narrow portal that could only allow him to pass through.
Rasma blocked the portal tightly, and no breath was transmitted from the other end of the portal.
Even if there was some breath that wanted to pass through, it was completely disrupted by Rasma's life-and-death transition.
Rasma obviously didn't want Massayin'er to know his whereabouts, and Massayin'er didn't intentionally explore this change.
That's a little bit of decency.
Both guys guessed that the other didn't tell everything, but they would do things in their own way.
As for the outcome, there will always be a winner, and they all feel they have a chance.
"Where can you go? Who else can you go to besides your brother?"
Massayir said he was not worried at all that Rasma would hear what he said.
Massa Yin'er still maintains the behavior of the Archangel of Wisdom, but now he is in the body of the Archangel of Death.
Is death always correct? Obviously not! Death is just the ending of life and has nothing to do with whether it is correct or not!
"Massa Yin'er, what you are doing is a bit dangerous."
Only then did Tyrell come out. He stood behind the Archangel of Death, Massayir, and said.
Tyrael is also the Archangel of Death at this time, so the atmosphere and atmosphere here have not changed much.
They all have the power of death, and they are all archangels.
As long as Tyrell stands in the shadows and restrains his sense of presence, Rasma will not be able to detect his presence even if he directly listens to the previous conversation.
Rasma is a little out of touch with the world, and he needs a lot of additional information to regain a correct understanding of the current situation.
It's just that Rasma alone doesn't have this ability.
When the two archangels of death hold double the power of death, as long as they pay a little attention to Rathma when they don't agree.
Then Rasma cannot take away any soul from the world of the dead.
It would be the same even if Li Min carved out a territory from the kingdom of the dead to maintain the normal operation of this world.
Li Min also has her own plans and ideas. She likes to be nosy, but doesn't like trouble.
This is a bit contradictory, but in the face of Li Min's power, most of the time the trouble will dissipate on its own.
"Of course I know, it's just that Rasma is the chess piece I need.
What he can do is beyond your imagination. You and I have never been mothers, but at least we know how sincere a mother's feelings are, right?"
Masa Yin'er said.
"You plan to use Rasma to solve Lilith? This is not realistic. You and I both know the nature of Lilith. That is beyond the scope of Rasma's solution!"
Tyrell is always serious and doesn't even like to joke.
Although he had studied hard when he was a human, his studies obviously had no effect.
The time spent as a human may be just one breath in the life span of an archangel.
Tyrell was never easy to talk to when he was stubborn.
Even force cannot make Tyrael bow.
"I didn't think about letting Rathma deal with Lilith, but I wanted to let Lilith deal with Rasma."
Masa Yin'er explained.
He didn't like pointless arguments with Tyrael.
This kind of answer with questions can make Tyrael shut up. This is Malsayir's experience.
It's the best thing to do to distract someone who is always stubborn.
That's what Tyrael did.
"Then we'll see!"
Tyrell said this to pretend to understand.
Chapter completed!