Those true first generation Nephalem were indeed innately powerful.
But even among them there is a guy like Rasma who has to learn to become strong.
There is a high probability that the Nephalem are born powerful, but it is never certain.
Besides, it would be really strange if there was no help from Inarius and Lilith.
Perhaps whether it was the original Bulcaisor or Vasily, his birth was part of Inarius's plan from the beginning.
As for Lilith, as a person of knowledge, it does not seem to be incomprehensible that she has a way to make children strong from birth.
It is even possible that Rathma, who is born like a normal child and needs to learn and grow to become stronger, is what a real Nephalem should be.
Maybe other existences are designed by Lilith and Inaris?
Constantine's plan to recreate this miracle was an exaggeration.
Although he became a nephalem in his own way, his soul can only be said to have been washed away by the power of the High Heaven and the Burning Hell.
It has become stronger, but it is still different from the original Nephalem.
Trying to create a Nephalem from scratch in this situation?
Even if Malthael stood here, this idea would be called "crazy".
"Constantine, if you are simply betting on the probability of success, I cannot agree with it.
Have you ever thought about how you raise a child once you create this guy?
Jim Hammond is a hero because he was taught the lessons befitting a hero.
It also made everything about him seem upright.
And you obviously can't do this.
Besides, this is still based on the assumption that you can succeed."
Dr. Reed's eyes were a little cold.
He always felt that Constantine's existence was more like contempt for science.
Dr. Reed looked at his weak body and suddenly felt the need to arm himself.
At least when facing someone you hate, don't just look at the other person and talk nonsense because of your own powerlessness.
"So this is just a try.
I don't know how to tell the difference between male and female demons and angels.
If I really want to do this, I will at least make sure to choose good parents for this child."
Constantine pretended to be relaxed and said.
Of course, people who pay attention to him will not easily believe his words.
There was a lot of pressure in the eyes staring at him.
"Actually, it's not that dangerous, it's just an experiment in energy.
It's just a matter of mixing the powers of angels and demons together to see if new energy powerful enough can be unleashed.
If he could be like the first-generation Nephalem, he might be able to break through the territory of Gruchak with just a momentary burst of energy.
Isn’t this a good idea?”
Constantine noticed the threatening gazes of everyone and said with a smile.
The previous joke has become too big, and it has become a little difficult to change the impact.
"Are you sure?"
Mocott's eyes were full of doubt.
After all, he had never heard of such a thing before.
It's not that the powers of angels and demons haven't collided...
Angels and demons fought each other countless times during the eternal war.
But Mocott had never heard of any outburst of power that neither party could understand.
It is for this reason that the Nephalem believe that the birth of their ancestors is part of the miracle.
Naturally, there is no need to worry about the possibility that the battle between angels and demons will produce a more powerful force to destroy the world.
Facts have proven that the power of the Nephalem is not essentially the power of angels and demons.
But a miracle that is closer to the essence of life!
"If I had been sure I should not be called Constantine but Father Almighty.
Seriously, if you touch your own conscience, who can be sure of this kind of thing?"
Constantine rolled his eyes and said to Mocott.
He didn't care whether he would be pushed to the floor by Mokete and blasted with a hammer.
Anyway, if it fails, it is almost certain that it will be hit by a blaster.
As for whether he was blasted by that muscle monster Gruchak or by Mokot, there was actually not much difference.
He can't be beaten anyway, what can a little Constantine do?
"What we care about is not the possibility of success with your points, but we simply don't want to waste time.
If you are not sure, I will go directly to Gruchak's place and wait in line to be beaten.
Maybe you can learn something in the process."
Rumlow said a little weakly.
Mocott had just slapped him with anger again. Even though he was much stronger than before, he still felt a little empty this time.
Every time this happens, Rumlow feels like a power bank...
“Really don’t try?
What if we can’t succeed even if we lie down on our own?”
Constantine's expression was still very strange.
On the contrary, he was certain of something.
"Then just do it! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Rumlow directly threw a hand ax and flew towards Constantine's head.
Constantine just rolled on the ground to avoid this sudden attack.
"The foundation of the witcher has been honed well."
Mocott stopped Rumlow's plan to continue attacking, and directly bypassed Constantine and Dr. Reed and walked towards Gruchak.
"Gruchak, why don't you let me go?
I guarantee that this guy will disappear with one strike of the Ancestral Hammer."
Mocott directly greeted Gruchak with a discount.
He calmed down a lot, perhaps because he had figured out something in this short period of time.
Although he didn't have much hope for Gruchak's brain, Mocott trusted Bulkesso.
This is enough, trust is never a matter of words.
Mocott's trust must show in his actions!
Each other calmly accepts whatever Gruchak does in front of them!
This area is a place where no one from the outside world can enter!
Even the Archangels are the same!
Maybe Bulcaisel just wanted to keep some guys from knowing what was going on here.
Or maybe they are hiding some news.
"You don't need to interfere. If you bring wine, just go to the side and wait.
To be continued...