"You should know in your mind what you are doing."
Bulkesso's tone became much more serious.
It was not that he was full of hostility towards Malthael at this time, but he simply thought that Malthael was a little unclear when he made this suggestion.
It is true that Malthael has the ability he said, but Bulcaisuo cannot accept Malthael's help from any point of view.
As for the field of memory, can Bulcasso feel free to let Malthael operate it?
"I'm just trying. After all, the existence I am familiar with is not you now."
Malthael said with a sneer.
He and Bulkesso knew each other, but it was far from being familiar.
But there was a really good relationship between Malthael and the former Uldyssian.
"I don't care if I am the same as that Uldyssian. After all, my current mind is not something you can easily shake."
Bulkesso frowned.
He instinctively believed that if he existed as Uldyssian, he would probably be of great help to Malthael's actions.
Even with Malthael's repeated assurances, Bulcaisel could not convince himself to take the risk on this matter.
People's hearts are fickle, and there are differences in Bulkesso's thoughts now and his thoughts at the beginning.
Not to mention Uldyssian, who was born in an older time and has closer ties with angels and demons.
Bul-Katho now carries the common expectations of all the Nephalem who trust him. If Bul-Katho becomes Uldyssian at this time, what is the difference between it and betraying his friends?
Bulcaisel admits his stubbornness and his irritability.
He knew very well that he could never be as perfect as a saint.
But betrayal is the only thing he will never do!
Bulkatho can drink and chat with Malthael when there is no need to fight, and he can also chat with the Demon God when there is no need to fight.
But when the time comes to fight, Bul-Katho will never show mercy to these Nephalem enemies!
Bulkesso has always been very clear about these things and lives very seriously.
"I don't hate serious people, but you do have a little more divinity than the average Nephalem."
Malthael smiled.
He won't be angry at all because of Bulcasso's performance. Is this conflict worse than dragging his ankle and appearing in the high-level heaven after being knocked down by Bulcasso?
Malthael didn't care about this at all, although the humanity in his heart was growing day by day.
But only a corner of his long years has been tainted with humanity. Will Malthael directly turn into a human in a short period of time?
Of course this is impossible, but Malthael has one more opportunity to understand humans.
The emotions and thoughts in my heart will also start to float a little bit.
Malthael is the Archangel of Wisdom, and it won't take him long to realize his changes.
It's even possible that after putting himself in the shoes of humans, Malthael might come up with a plan that's more biased toward humans.
It's a pity that Bulqueso has no intention of spending time waiting for an uncertain future.
"Mathael, there is no point in talking anymore."
Bulqueso's attitude became a little more serious.
Although it was not to the point where a fight was necessary immediately, Bulcaisso's patience with this exchange was getting worse and worse.
"Are you really not going to try and get to know me?"
Malthael was a little surprised.
"The more I know about you, the greater the threat I feel. I suspect that after I know too much, even after I win, I will suspect that this victory is a charity from you."
Bulcaisel made no secret of his fear of Malthael.
He admitted that he could not ignore Malthael, who had been around longer than all the Nephalem combined.
No matter what such a guy does, it will be difficult for others not to doubt his motives.
"Bulkess, do people always have to think about so many things?"
Malthael asked slowly.
"Don't say that you, as the Archangel of Wisdom, don't need to think at all." Bulcaisuo twitched his lips: "How many clues did you leave in the high-level heaven? How many of them are truly valuable?"
Bulcaisel looked into Malthael's eyes and asked.
Of course he wasn't sure, but there was nothing wrong with testing Malthael a little.
Malthael has reason and ability to do so!
"There are many, many, many angels. Each angel represents the past of high-level heaven, but in the past years you only seemed to care about the combat effectiveness of the angels."
Malthael said a lot, but there seemed to be nothing useful at all.
The situation has developed to what it is now, and the Nephalem don't have the manpower to go find the countless angels to ask about the past.
Malthael has long placed the opportunity in front of everyone, but no one from Ali has studied this matter in the past years.
This situation is really funny.
"Malthael, are you ready to fight?"
Bulcaisel asked, already wanting to end it all.
"I suggest you wait a little longer, something absolutely beneficial to the Nephalem is happening."
Malthael seemed unhurried and not too keen on fighting.
Fighting is definitely not a hobby for archangels. There is no archangel who is not tired of fighting.
They don't like fighting, never have!
If they could not achieve their goals only through fighting, they would rather do nothing and go into a long sleep.
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Bulcaisel looked confused as if a question mark had appeared on his head.
He had absolutely no memory of what other arrangements he had for the Nephalem at this time. In other words, what Malthael said was definitely outside of Bulkatho's plan.
"who?"
Bulkesso asked.
He knew that if he asked about the whole ins and outs, Malthael might be willing to tell it, but that would become a tedious and headache-inducing matter.
"Orek and Ursh, I don't know why you always ignore these ancient guys.
Although these guys cannot compete with the high-level heavens and burning hells in terms of time, but compared to your short past, they are already as vast as the vast ocean."
A weird smile appeared on Malthael's face... a bit like flattery.
Bulcaisel's face twitched. It was really hard for him to get used to seeing Malthael like this. It was so weird.
"Orek and Ursh...something related to the secret realm?
But you are so calm, it seems that their actions will not cause irreparable damage to the High Heaven and Burning Hell?"
Bulcasso asked as if he was determined.
"Almost, but they will get an unsatisfactory truth, and the Nephalem will also have two less trump cards."
Malthael's answer was quite detailed, but it always showed a perfunctory mood.
Bulcaisel didn't know what Malthael was thinking, but he knew that Malthael had no desire to fight at this time.
Although if he launched a direct attack, Malthael would not sit back and die, but the battle seemed to interrupt Malthael from revealing more information.
This situation made Bulqueso feel a little embarrassed.
"If you plan to fight, I will directly extract the power from Li Min.
Needless to say, you should also know what the state of the Nephalem outside will be like after I do this."
Malthael said lightly.
Of course, Bulcasso understood that once Li Min felt the loss of her own strength, she would think that the battle had reached a fever pitch.
Choosing to tell all the Nephalems about the start of the decisive battle is what Li Min must do!
The attitude of the Nephalem has been able to affect the will of all existence to a large extent.
"This is the first time I have been threatened by you in this way."
Bulcaisel's eyelids twitched and he began to get angry.
"It's not the first time I've done this. It's just that you never suppressed your anger in the past. To be honest, at that time, in my eyes, you were a bastard who couldn't communicate at all."
Malthael's tone was teasing, and he could see that Bulcaisso was suppressing the anger in his heart.
This opportunity to control a barbarian's anger was not common, and Malthael even seemed to enjoy it.
Bulcaisuo clenched his fists, of course he realized that he was being ridiculed by Malthael.
But now he is the one being restrained for the so-called "big picture", and this experience can be said to be very bad.
"You plan to settle the score with me after the battle actually begins? You also know that as long as I extract Li Min's power, even if it is not all her power, it will not be easy for you to humiliate me in the battle.
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Malthael continued, and at this time he seemed to be chattering a bit.
Bulkaiso's face became a little gloomy, and Malthael's frankness at this time made Bulkaiso a little depressed.
Malthael is not a liar, but this guy rarely spoke too many words in the past.
At this time, Malthael's "abnormality" forced Burqaso to wonder if the other party was planning something again.
"Do you think what I'm saying to you now is serving some conspiracy?"
Malthael said as if he saw Burqaso's worries.
"You must be planning to do something."
Bulquesso did not deny it. Denial at this time has no meaning.
"Of course, I have to do something, and besides winning or losing, I also have to arrange something.
It’s not that I doubt you, but based on my observations of human beings over the years, you will eventually make the world a mess.”
Malthael smiled.
This was a joke and a kind reminder from him.
Malthael does not deny the creativity of human beings, nor does he deny the power of human beings.
After all, Bulcaisel standing in front of him at this time has fully proved what human potential can achieve.
But Malthael could not trust humans no matter what. On the one hand, he was always worried that the demon blood in the Nephalem's body would always make the demon reappear.
What worries him more is the fickleness of human beings.
"You nephalems can't even clearly know what everything looked like in the beginning. As long as someone is willing to mislead you, you will definitely develop wrong perceptions as time goes by.
Although the Nephalem are considered immortals, you will not exist forever after all."
Malthael said quietly.
He is not being alarmist. Although most of Kanai's records of the Nephalem's past are true, there is still some distance between them and objectivity.
In addition to the records of Kanai, the Nephalem's understanding of the past can only rely on the research and records of the Horadrim.
But how can these records present everything that happened in the past in every detail?
At least from Malthael's perspective, there are quite a few discrepancies between what the Nephalem know about the past and what really happened.
Even the most powerful Nephalembul Keso now has too many unknowns about the past in his heart.
Malthael's previous desire to help Bulcaisso retrieve everything he had sealed was not just a joke, he sincerely wanted to make Bulcaisso remember everything that had happened.
It's just that Bulqueso's rejection made him a little disappointed, but it was just disappointing.
Bulcaisso will eventually know all that, but it is still unknown whether Bulcaisuo can do anything else at that time.
"Your good intentions and evil thoughts always make the Nephalem a thorn in the back. There must be some important reason behind your hatred of the Burning Hell.
And you are not the only one who hates the existence of the Burning Hell."
Bulcaisel narrowed his eyes as he spoke.
It can be said that as long as there are beings who know about the Burning Hell and have had contact with the Burning Hell, there is no one who does not hate the Burning Hell.
This range even includes the Demon God and the Demon King!
The existence of the Burning Hell brings only pain, and even Duriel, who has already gone crazy and started enjoying torture, is still full of anger when he talks about the Burning Hell itself.
The existence of the Burning Hell is suffering for all life. Who in this world would like suffering itself?
"But I am the only one willing to communicate with you in this peaceful state. Do you dare to say that you can believe those demons?"
Malthael smiled happily.
Malthael is very certain that demons are not worth trusting. It’s not like he has never been a demon in the Eternal War. This conclusion that demons are not worth trusting is based on countless facts.
"I can't believe it, but the same goes for you. No one wants to talk to the Archangel of Wisdom, because you are unknowable and uncontrollable."
Bulcaisso looked at Malthael sideways and said, and after speaking, he took a big sip of wine.
Malthael knew that the battle would begin when the jar of wine was finished, but he didn't want to start the battle so soon.
Malthael touched his backpack, then took out a product of his long years of practicing wine-making techniques and placed it on the ground.
"I would like to refill the glass. At least we can drink more until Orek and Ursh's actions have results."
Malthael said tentatively.
It was not up to him alone to decide whether to start fighting or not. He had to get Bulcasso's consent.