"Because I don't want to be born as powerful as you, but through learning, I have gained the same power as you, or even surpassed you?"
There was a bit of bitterness on Rasma's face.
"Rasma, I respect everything you have done for Sanctuary."
Burcasso suddenly spoke.
"Shut up! Uldyssian!"
Rathma roared at Bul-Katho, and he called out the name of the former Nephalem.
"I haven't been corrupted yet, so it's too early for you to enlighten me!"
Rasma continued, but his tone was calming down little by little.
"Well, if you become corrupt, I will not enlighten you. Also, I am Bulcaisuo now, and I bear the name of your brother.
When barbarians talk about the name 'Bulkess', they no longer even think about your brother's glory back then! Instead, they think about how I defeated the devils of hell one after another."
Bulqueso said with a bit of dissatisfaction.
Honor? This is probably the only thing that the nephalem can pursue to satisfy themselves in a place like Sanctuary.
"I know, so please shut up, okay? Of course, I'm not here to make trouble with you, but I won't be afraid if we fight!"
Rasma was a little tougher, but the essence of her words was still soft.
"Bulkess, we are just listening, give them some time."
Warusk advised.
"I know, but I don't really want to know how many misfortunes the Nephalem encountered when they were born."
Bulqueso moved a little irritably, this very upright sitting posture making him a little uncomfortable.
Warusk glanced at Bulcaisu with a threatening look, and Bulcaisu sighed and sat motionless on the throne again.
"Rasma, our mother's purpose is not pure, you should know that."
The first generation ancestor sighed and said.
"I know, but her love for me and her use of the Nephalem are both true. What do you think I should do?
Put on the cloak that hides my face again? You may have forgotten that it was made by my mother using her skin that gathered knowledge and authority.
This is just so that I, who is extremely weak compared to you, will not reveal my identity and appearance.
I have my mother's love, and I don't care if that love is pure or not!"
Rasma's tone was a little strong.
Bulkesso and Warusk couldn't help but want to sigh.
Rathma probably got all of Lilith's little love.
During the Battle of Original Sin, the cloak on Rasma's body showed different expressions as his emotions changed. It was the incarnation of authority!
"I think your misunderstanding about your father probably started at that time, right?"
The first generation ancestor said slowly.
"Father, like mother, saw our strength and potential. He wanted us to survive, so he chose to use the World Stone to weaken the power of the Nephalem."
The first generation ancestor said these words very slowly, as if he was giving Bulkesso and Volusk, who were watching, time to understand.
"As an ant, you can only live in the high-level heaven and the burning hell forever? Brother, don't say you will approve of this approach."
Rasma sneered at these words.
"In fact, my father is right."
The tone of the first generation ancestor once again contained self-deprecation.
"Although I was responsible for Vasily's death, there are obviously traces of the archangel's power on Vasily's body.
And Yin Su, and your other brothers and sisters..."
The first generation ancestors were sighing.
"Is it just because your strength threatens their status?"
Rasma asked.
"I can't guarantee it, but there must be a reason for this, right? Don't you feel the balance aura remaining on the holy mountain of Harrogas?
Although Bulcasso took away all the glory about this name, it was nothing compared to the evidence he found for me!
I am willing to use all the glory of the name 'Bulkasso' as a stepping stone to his glory, because I have finally found my enemy."
The first ancestor's tone became a little ferocious.
As part of the Balance of Power passed through the sacred mountain of Harrogath, the first ancestors finally identified the man behind Vasily's gradual transformation into a beast.
Yin Seril, the Archangel of Balance, was finally exposed.
Although Yin Seril has most likely guessed this ending, and is even prepared to receive the revenge of the first ancestor.
But he probably didn't expect that the first person to take revenge on him would not be the barbarians, but Rasma.
"I see, I did blame my father wrongly.
But it can’t be said that my father did nothing wrong.”
The corners of Rasma's mouth turned up, which was his expression after being angry.
He doesn't pay much attention to these small actions, and his brothers and sisters have never seen them.
Because of the cloak made of the skin of the incarnation of knowledge!
"He did a lot of things wrong. After leaving the high-level heaven, Yinaris still couldn't forget that he was an angel.
Our mother saw our power and wanted to use it to rule the world, while our father just wanted to save our family."
There was a little sadness in the voice of the first generation ancestor.
"So he chose to weaken our power and make the Queen Nephalem like livestock who can only survive on the breath of angels and demons?"
Rasma asked rhetorically.
"Maybe he didn't expect that Sanctuary would one day appear in the sights of high-level heaven and burning hell, probably..."
There is absolutely no confidence in what the first generation ancestors said.
“Can’t the Angel of Destiny know the future?”
Rasma asked.
Inaris knows fate, and he certainly knows what the outcome of his actions will be.
Even if he wants to resist fate, this is not the reason why he puts all the nephalem on the gambling table as bets!
"Perhaps he knew, or maybe he saw some hope of a turning point?"
The first generation ancestor sighed.
"The existence that wants to resist fate actually constantly relies on the power of knowing its fate.
How could he possibly rebel against fate itself?"
Rasma sneered.
Chapter completed!