Bulcaisu squinted his glasses and glanced at the first ancestor in front of him.
"...Me!"
The first Bulcaisel couldn't hold back his foul language.
There are not many savages with good tempers...
"Brother, calm down!"
Rasma stood there and said lazily.
"Why the hell didn't you hold me back!?"
The first generation Bulkatho pointed at Rathma's nose and shouted!
"No need, you just have a bad temper and you are not a fool.
You can't beat him."
Rasma still looked indifferent.
This performance made the blood pressure of the first generation Bulkeso slightly elevated.
"So I asked you why you didn't hold me back!?"
The hand that the first-generation Burqasso pointed at Rasma's nose was shaking.
The whole person feels a little red.
"Are you here to talk about cross talk?
If you have nothing to do, don’t disturb me! I have other things to do!”
Bulcaisu ripped Inarius off the cross.
Then a portal will open!
"Don't leave yet! We'll tell you what you want to ask!"
The first-generation Bulcasso shouted helplessly.
In addition to suppressed anger, there was also a bit of grievance in his voice.
He has never been so angry in his life, and he has learned a lot this time.
"Oh, then can you predict what I will have for dinner?"
Bulkatho dragged one of Inaris' legs and looked sideways at the first ancestor.
There was disdain in his eyes.
This disdain is due to Bulcaisel's dissatisfaction with the first ancestor, the guy who restricted his friend's life.
The three ancestors of the barbarians all chose to climb the Holy Mountain with a strong sense of responsibility and faith.
But what about the result?
The result is that they all look like fools and spend most of their time just standing there as stone statues.
If you want to see the outside world, you have to use the skill of ancestor summoning with the help of other barbarians.
Perhaps the three ancestors did not regret their choices.
But as a friend, Bulcasso couldn't just pretend that nothing had happened.
Before he became the Immortal King, he had already rebuilt the Holy Mountain.
Then the three ancestors were given relative freedom.
The first ancestor must have been more powerful than Bulcaisuo at that time, but his methods were so cruel.
For the sake of friends, Bulcaisuo would not have much affection for the first generation ancestor.
"I'm here to tell you about destiny.
Are you sure you just want me to guess what you’re having for dinner?”
The expression of the first generation ancestor was teasing.
A "I will only answer you one question" look.
"If you guess wrong, I will push you to the ground and beat you up in front of your father!"
Bulcasso's hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist.
He didn't mean to joke.
This is what he originally planned to do to Inarius.
"Brother, you can't beat him.
So you'd better not talk nonsense."
Rasma put her hands directly into her cuffs.
It was as if this matter was nothing to worry about.
"Are you going to hit me with my weapon?"
The first generation ancestor’s glasses were as wide as copper bells.
It's a pity that his glasses can't reflect the lightning-like shrewdness...
On the contrary, he looks a little naive.
"咚~哐~"
The two heavy weapons were thrown directly to the ground in front of the first ancestor.
Then Burquesso acted like I'm giving in to you.
"Your weapons, I will fight you with my fists.
It just so happens that I'm also afraid of accidentally killing you."
Bulcaisel picked his ears with his free hand.
"Can you put my dad down first?
If you really push him too hard, the result will be something none of us want to see.
He almost strangled me to death back then."
The first generation ancestor took a long breath and calmed down his mood.
"How about I hang your father on the cross again?"
Bulcaisel's words were a bit hurtful... although he was really looking for the opinions of his first ancestors.
But for Inaris, Bulcaisel doesn’t have the slightest fondness!
Destiny has brought prophets to the barbarians, so that the barbarians can know what they should do as early as possible.
But this poor prophet actually did not live a happy life.
It can even be said to be very frustrating.
"Give him to Rasma, Rasma won't let him leave.
As for what you want to know, I can probably guess it.
You just want to try to see if you can resist fate.
We tried it back then, and the results were neither good nor bad.
But at least it can give you a reference target.”
The first generation ancestor said in the calmest tone possible.
"You didn't win, but neither did fate.
But I have reason to think that you at that time were far less powerful than I am now.
I have collected almost all the powers of the Hell Demon King, although strictly speaking they are just seeds.
But these seeds are merging little by little.
There is also the power given by the archangels, which is also promoting this change.
I am not a great devil, nor am I a combination of archangels.
But you can call me sir if you want."
Bulquesso told a cold joke to express his state.
If it weren't for this cold joke that wasn't funny at all, the first generation ancestor might have shown a smile full of relief.
"Our father is the embodiment of destiny.
But because he didn't choose to be part of his destiny.
That's why he looks so weak.
We saw the true form of destiny then.
And then paid a heavy price.
All this comes at a price.
I don’t want you to make the same mistakes as us!”
The first ancestors were very serious, even sincere enough.
But Rasma still looked careless.
"Then let me ask you, is the land you are stepping on now a place of refuge?
Or do you think that a destiny that has lost its own world can still be powerful and invincible?"
Bulkesso frowned.
He couldn't quite understand the concerns of the first generation ancestors in front of him.
The world has changed, and there is no reason why the destiny of another world should still be so powerful that it cannot be matched.
Every world is different. It is impossible for Destiny, who has just arrived in this world, to complete the theft of power in a short period of time!
Bulquesso is absolutely sure of this!
"..."
The first generation ancestor was stunned for a moment.
Rasma on the side directly spread her hands.
That look was like saying "I was going to tell him, but he didn't listen."
"My brother was almost strangled to death by fate, and I can understand his fear.
This is also something that can't be helped.
That battle back then was a bit tragic.
But since you know this, why do you ask our poor father?"
Rasma finally took over the reins of the conversation.
"Because you have to challenge fate!
Tanise, I can’t tell which is higher or lower, fate or time, but I know they are equally difficult to deal with!
And I think there is a certain connection between the two.
There happens to be a weak destiny here. If I don't challenge him, should I try to challenge a stronger and healthier time?
If it were you, what if the time of this world appeared weakly in front of you.
Aren’t you going to be tempted?”
Bulqueso's tone was a little contemptuous.
He did not make any modifications to his approach.
I also think this approach is a bit excessive.
But if the person who had such an opportunity was Rasma and the first ancestors of the barbarians, then they would never let go of such an opportunity.
The only problem now is that this weakling is the first ancestor and Rasma's father...
"We can also be tempted, not just us, but also those archangels.
Although they have a relatively close relationship with our father, they are definitely not harmonious.
If possible, they would definitely want to take their destiny completely into their own hands.
But we can't watch you torture our father.
Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t have much to do with feelings, although it still has some relationship.”
Rasma smiled gently.
It's just that the smile that appears on his pale face looks a little bit eye-catching.
"The reasons and the price you can pay.
It must at least include the memory of your confrontation with fate!"
Bulquesso made concessions, which can be said to be to get more information.
This kind of information poses no risk to Bulqueso.
If you have the opportunity, you will never miss it.
"Sorry, memory is impossible.
It's not that this memory is precious, nor that it will disappear.
But because you are Bulcasso, we cannot share the memories of that year with you."
Rasma was very humble about this, and his face was so sincere that no one would suspect that he was lying.
Bulkesso nodded, expressing his understanding.
In this matter, Rasma had absolutely no need to deceive him.
"I'll make another request.
What does Lilith plan to do?
Or what are you praying for when you say, ‘Mother of Grace, save us’?”
Bulkesso's question made Rasma's expression change slightly.
Through the information transmitted by Natsubo, Bulqueso knew what happened at that time.
I also know that Rasma finally knelt beside Lilith as if she had turned back into her mother's good baby.
But there is not that big a difference in strength between the two people!
At least not to the point where one person needs to kneel down to show submission.
And in Bulkesso's sight, it was definitely not a child's admiration for his mother!
It's more like a sycophant showing flattery in front of the king who has control of everything!
This is inconsistent with Rasma’s identity as the founder of Rasma’s priestly profession!
"This is my family's private matter, and I really can't tell you.
Although you still have the blood of your elder brother in your body, you also know it.
There is a difference between having similar blood and being a relative."
Rasma's hands were tucked into her sleeves again.
Bulkesso observed the changes in Rasma's body.
"If you're going to pull the scythe out of your sleeve, I suggest you think about it for a moment.
Just like your brother cannot defeat me now, you also have no possibility of defeating me.
Even if you don't get these seeds of authority, you can't possibly defeat me.
Your balance is a balance granted by Ysreal.
But you and I both know that this balance is based on Israel's authority.
And my complete control of nature is enough to make you return without success, and you may even be pushed to the ground and beaten violently by me.
Unless you plan to share adversity with your brother!"
Bulcasso's words became more and more rude.
What Bulkesso said seems to be some kind of fact.
It also contains strong self-confidence.
After hearing this, Rasma took out his sickle.
"A question from your previous question.
You said that the fate of living here cannot be as strong as it was back then.
But have you forgotten that I have a set of equipment made from my father's body?
Although the power contained there is not enough for father to defeat you now.
Even if the three of us attack together, we may fail miserably.
But you won't be able to find our father's whereabouts again.
Destiny is unpredictable.
Absolutely everything he does has meaning.
Although my brother and I don’t know if he really knows everything.
But at least we have seen how powerful he is."
Rasma's words were already a threat that could lead to death.
Bulcaisel did not intend to spend a lot of time searching for traces of Inaris again.
But I won't let this opportunity go just like that.
"What can you come up with to convince me?"
Bulquesso once again made a little concession.
As long as Rasma didn't mean to get a beating, she should have just given up.
Next, it depends on how much price Rasma is willing to pay.
As for the part of life authority that still remains in the bodies of the first generation ancestors,
Bulkesso had no interest in this.
"I can help the Nephalem team grow stronger.
Although he is a priest of Rathma, he is no worse than the Necromancer founded by Mr. Tageo.
Anyway, you have already considered us as the same profession.
Also, I can help you recall a lot of things.
And it can help you face Diavolo!
I know you locked away your fears in order to defeat Diavolo.
But you and I are not weak, and we know very well how important a complete soul and emotion is."
Rasma made another offer.
But this price is still not enough to satisfy Burquesso.
"These are not necessary for me.
I am just the immortal king of the barbarians, not the immortal king of the Nephalem!
It is enough for me to be responsible for the continuation of the barbarians.
As for the ideal of strengthening all Nephalem, it has nothing to do with me.
What else can you come up with?"
Bulkesso's words made Rasma laugh.
It’s very interesting to say what you can come up with “also”.
Bulkesso planned to accept the price raised by Rasma this time, but thought it was not enough.
That's why the word "hui" appears.
"I can provide you with an additional piece of information that you want to know.
As long as this news has nothing to do with fate, I can find the answer for you.
After all, I may be the only one who can contact our mother now.
Yes, he's here.
This information is also part of the price I gave you."
Rasma remained calm.
The first generation ancestor is now focusing on Inaris lying on the ground.
Maybe he didn't expect that his father, who was so powerful that he almost collapsed, would have such an embarrassing day.
"I have one more question.
Is what you plan to do to Inarius similar to what I am going to do?
If it were just you, Rasma, I wouldn't ask this question.
But there is another barbarian ancestor over there.
Barbarians always resent a fruitless battle.
I haven't seen any exceptions to this."
Bulcaisel's voice began to sound oppressive.
Waves of momentum began to emerge.
This is the last question, and it is also the question that determines the outcome of this conversation!
