Above the high-level heaven, Bulcaisuo, Nazebo and Vera stood in front of Inaris.
Johanna also stopped her attack and looked at Inaris in front of her with a cold face.
"..."
Inaris hesitated to speak!
He obviously hasn't lost his will.
Inarius knew exactly what would happen if he spoke.
This is not what he wants!
"Inaris, I think you are probably no stranger to me.
Although speaking of it, this should be the first time I meet you face to face.
But you should have seen the old me.
Even if I can’t remember anything about that time, I won’t forget it.”
Bulcasso looked at Inaris in front of him, took out a wine bottle and poured it into his mouth.
Ever since Bulcaisel learned of Inaris's existence, he had never considered him to be an important being.
Father of the Nephalem?
Come on!
Inarius was never the father of all nephalem!
He is just the father of the most powerful first generation Nephalem.
Bulcaisel even sneered at fate and was even indifferent to it.
"Bulkess, don't you have to have a little respect for fate?"
Natsubo's wrinkled face forced a smile and said.
"Come on! If fate exists, then what I say is also destined!
Perhaps it is fate that I will curse Inaris!
It’s best not to take things like fate to heart.”
Bulcasso raised his head and took another sip of strong wine.
If destiny cannot be changed, then knowing the trajectory of destiny has no value.
If destiny can be manipulated at will, then knowing the trajectory of destiny is meaningless.
Bulcaisuo didn't care whether destiny existed or not. Anyway, this thing was of no value to a person to explore.
"You heard me, Inaris.
Aren’t you going to say a few words to your descendants who don’t know how many generations from now?
Or are you so angry that you can't say anything anymore?"
Vera said while fiddling with her hand crossbow.
These three Nephalem obviously have little respect for fate.
"Bulkeso, Natsubo and Vera.
It's great to see you guys out together.
It’s just that I seemed to have felt Li Min’s aura before, is she not with you?”
Johanna adjusted her helmet so that her eyes were obscured by the shadow of the helmet.
When we meet again after a long separation, we should put on a smile full of joy.
But Johanna is not this type of person.
She is the kind of being who turns a blind eye to everything caused by time.
Friendships between friends may become estranged over time.
But that's not the case for Johanna.
"Li Min is not used to the way the three of us get along.
So she went to do her own thing.
Don't worry Johanna, although we don't care much about fate, we will still fight if necessary.
It's just Inarius, he can't survive."
When Vera spoke, her eyes under the hood were looking at the silent Inaris over there.
To be honest, there should be many more people who hate fate than those who rush to praise fate.
"If there was a choice, Inaris probably wouldn't want to fight us.
Unless he sees something that must be blocked.
Is there anything you want to say about this?
Oh, I forgot.
You can't speak out what you've seen, because once you speak out, there's nothing you can do to change it?
So can you lie?
For example...come and learn from me.
‘The demons in the Burning Hell were all wiped out after Natsubo sneezed’, don’t worry, I can sneeze at any time.”
Nazbo said while shaking the voodoo doll in his hand.
This idea is very interesting.
"Perhaps fate will disqualify you from sneezing.
It would be better to let him say, "A devil can't live more than one earth-standard second."
In this way, fate can't change everyone's consciousness to change the time unit of seconds into something else, right?"
Vera looked at Inaris like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
Her eyes glanced at Inaris's throat and vital organs.
Demon hunters are very good at fighting humans.
Although killing demons is your main job, assassinating a few bad guys while solving demons is also part of your job.
Among the people who once existed as assassins, there were not only some strong men who failed to become monks.
There are also many guys who have been demon hunters...
In Sanctuary, the assassin profession has always been the profession with the largest gap between upper and lower limits.
No one knows whether those legendary assassins will transform into a master monk or a legendary demon hunter at some point...
"Stop saying it's useless.
I don't like Inaris, but I recognize everything he has done as a 'father'.
Now, Inarius, stop what you are doing.
Then make a way.
We have things to do.
In other words, you plan to advance the time for us to challenge our destiny."
Bulquesso shook the wine bottle in his hand. There was not a drop of wine in the bottle.
"The angels 'may' 'return' soon, and you 'maybe' 'can' chat with them."
Inaris spoke a lot of accented sentences.
It is full of words used to express uncertainty.
But everyone present tacitly understood that this was a reminder from Inarius as his "father".
Even if it is to this extent, it means that the angel's return is inevitable.
To be continued...