"Why do you want to tell me what you know at this time?
Do you mean that I only deserve to know what stupid things I have done after I make a mistake?"
There was a hint of reluctance in Rasma's voice.
But his voice was still brisk.
It's hard to tell whether he means it sincerely or not.
It's just that no one will pay attention to him now.
Bulcaisel had no intention of teaching him a lesson,
But the first generation ancestor had just said everything he wanted to say.
"Rasma, when you feel that you have done something stupid and made a huge mistake.
Have you ever thought that you need to reflect on yourself?"
The archangel's voice was very erratic.
But this was enough for Rasma to remember it deeply in her heart.
"You really surprise me sometimes.
You think your words can have an impact on your brother.
But haven’t you always known what you were doing?”
There was no sarcasm in the archangel's voice.
Some are just a little bit regretful.
"Auriel, what you say can always be trusted.
You are hope, and no one with hope can tell lies in front of you.
how about you?
When you're talking, how much of what you say is true?"
Rasma's voice became a little shriller.
Like an unlucky guy whose illusion of prosperity has been exposed.
"Bulkess, please stay."
Auriel ignored Rathma and appealed to Bulkesso to stay.
I hope that once you see the glory of the Archangel, you will never forget it.
After all, hope is so wonderful.
"Auriel, my goal has been achieved.
Although it's not quite what I expected at the beginning.
But it has been proven that fate is not invincible.
Don't say that this is the result of Inaris's own choice.
We all know that the living Inarius represents destiny better than the dead one who is only reborn.
He won't do this.
His fate was in the hands of his youngest son, whom he felt most guilty for.
This result is indeed regrettable.
But Rasma proved that the power of fate can take away.
And what the first generation ancestors said,
Lilith took away the destiny of being born powerful from her children.
These answers are enough for me."
Bulcaisel waved his hand.
When facing Auriel, Bulcasso will appear careless about many things.
Because there is nothing necessary.
Auriel is an archangel who truly represents kindness and beauty.
If I have to say it, Auriel may be the one who stands more firmly on the side of the Nephalem than Tyrael.
I just hope that it is a bit inconspicuous, so it has not left any legends in these years.
"I know, I'm just curious.
What did you plan to do to Inaris at that time?
You don't act like you would hold back on Inaris."
Auriel asked further.
Only this time she didn't get the answer.
"Hope, I don't know how you manage to make the Nephalem respect you besides me.
But in my eyes, you are definitely not a perfect existence!
Your stance and compassion will never help us in any way!
This is how I see you!"
Rasma's voice was full of urgency.
He needs a reason to support himself.
You also need an enemy of your own.
Now Rasma is in rare chaos.
It is inevitable that people will have feelings of regret.
"I didn't do anything, I just hoped.
Because I didn't do anything, I gained Bulcaisel's respect.
And you seem to have thought from the beginning that as long as you exist, you must do something.
Although I don't know how Lilith treats you.
But your feelings for Lilith are not false.
You could have made the same mistake again and again, and even regarded everything your brother said as a ridiculous lie.
Why are you changing your goals now with tears on your face?
Are your will and beliefs such cheap things?
Can you collapse with just a few words?"
There was no sarcasm in Auriel's voice.
But every word he said seemed to be mocking the choice Rasma made.
All this seems a little too cruel.
It's also a little too ridiculous.
"You? Are you not leading people to do good!?"
Rasma's tone was very strange.
"Rasma, go back and have a good sleep.
I hope to treat all beings equally.
Respect her just because she gives us hope.
But I don’t really like Auriel as a person.
Because there is more than just despair on the devil's side.
To put it bluntly, this guy is just a completely bad guy.
There are too many secrets in the eternal war.
What if Israel couldn't fight against the Three Demon Gods because his archangel position didn't belong to him?
Then Auriel was only entangled with the two demon kings because the archangel hoped to change the demons.
If you have the chance, you can enter a place full of beauty like fairy tales, and you will know."
Bulkesso still looked back at Rasma.
He gave an answer that seemed unimportant at all.
“My field has actually been out of control for a long time.
If you want to get in, you need a little bit of luck."
Auriel smiled.
Her voice attracted the attention of the first generation ancestors.
The first generation ancestor turned back and glanced at Auriel, that look was really weird.
Somewhat grateful, but also full of anger.
No one knows whether the eyes of the first generation ancestors meant to express anger.
It's just that Auriel herself doesn't care much.
"I took my first ancestors back to the Holy Mountain.
Auriel, when your child is born, remember to tell me.
I will prepare gifts.
Of course it's not because of you, but because of Impris who always pretends to be stupid despite knowing a lot."
Bulcasso had turned away as he spoke.
He just waved his hand and said goodbye to Auriel.
The next moment, he opened the portal and took the first ancestor of the barbarians back to the Temple of the Elders on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Now, only Rasma and Auriel were looking at each other in this place.
It's just that within the scope of high-level heaven, there are not only these two existences.
Johanna is watching everything here in the Crystal Sky Corridor.
But she had no intention of intervening.
The Crusaders just have a closer relationship with the Archangels.
But it's not to the extent that double hair is a superior or subordinate.
When a Nephalem is as powerful as Johanna,
The archangel is just a powerful being.
After having understood why their authority exists,
These archangels have lost a lot of their mystery.
"The unfilial son of Inaris? Bulcaisel is really good at naming names.
This name should be a spur to you, right?
Or is it a heart-piercing taunt?”
Auriel looked at Rasma with tears on her face and said.
"Yes, it's a great ridicule.
It is also a spur that can be seen deep in the bones.
Just Auriel, tell me.
In your eyes, in Hope's eyes, is what I did wrong?"
Rasma raised her head.
His eyes regained their composure.
Loss of composure can only be a short-term state for people like Rasma.
They'll be back on their feet soon.
"I hope there is no right or wrong in my eyes.
But as Auriel, I think you are wrong.
But will you care?
As long as authority does not deny your approach,
You will keep doing it.
Most of your previous performances were sincere, but they also had a purpose.
Rathma, the archangel who came here is not Israel but me,
You must be disappointed, right?
The moment you know the truth, you have new ideas.
I hope that the being who comes here is Israel, a guy who represents balance.
And then use him to get yourself back to where you were at the beginning?
Or is it that he has returned to the ranks of necromancers from the profession of priest who created Rathma?
I don’t think everyone you meet in your life is arranged by Lilith, right?
Even though Tageo and Israel are getting a little closer.
He is still the respectable guardian of balance.
Having gained the trust of countless Nephalems, he is no simple fool.
Did he fuck you?
Or is he planning for you the conspiracy-like power of Israel?
Did they actually give you other options?"
Auriel was very calm.
At least I'm not too anxious.
"My past means nothing to you.
But my future will definitely be entangled with the higher heaven."
Rasma had no intention of telling her whole plan.
He just said these words and left directly.
He may have had new ideas, and even strengthened his originally wavering New Year's resolution.
But now he has not yet perfected his sudden idea.
Doing these things takes time.
Auriel stood quietly, looking at the surrounding environment that had been burned by the anger of the first ancestors.
He just stood there and smiled silently.
No one knows what Oriel is laughing about.
…
The sacred mountain of Harrogath.
The first ancestors returned to the Temple of the Elders with Bulcaisuo.
"Boy, you took me back to your holy mountain not out of your pity for me, right!?"
The tone of the first ancestors was not polite at all.
This barbarian is the strongest kind.
He cannot accept his position as being pitied by others.
"You are overthinking, I am the immortal king of the barbarians.
And you are a savage, I just take you home. I have no other ideas.
Of course, I would be happy if you could replace my good friend as the gatekeeper.
Just like my three good friends who were stupid enough to become the gatekeepers without even the slightest suspicion of you.
How happy you were at that time, and how happy I am now that you have become the gatekeeper."
There was no emotional ups and downs in Bulqueso's voice.
But the first generation ancestors knew this was a complaint.
"sorry."
The first generation ancestor slowly opened his mouth, and then apologized gently.
"Tch~ It's not me you're sorry for.
I just can't hang out with my friends every day anymore,
Let's go on adventures together and bet on some vulgar things for fun.
It's not my freedom that you took away.
What is there to be sorry for?"
Bulqueso was a little scornful.
"Hey! Guys!
Come see what I brought back!"
Bulcaisel's voice lingers on the holy mountain.
Most of the ancestors who liked to join in the fun came to the area around the Elder's Temple.
How many of the savages are there who like to join in the fun?
The answer is almost everything.
So those ancestors, both named and unnamed, gathered around the square of the Elders' Temple.
"What can you bring back?
I wouldn’t be surprised if what you bring back is the head of the Demon King of Hell...
Damn it! Bulcaisel is on top!"
As soon as Olongus finished taunting him, he froze on the spot.
"Fuck! Bulcaisel is on top!"
Cassius also froze on the spot after taking a look at the scene in the Elder's Temple.
"Bulkess protects me!"
Hailab's eyes widened to the point where they almost fell out of his head.
"Yes, he is the ancestor of the barbarians.
The Bulkesso who shares my name.
Of course, this is not the first time you have met him.
Didn't this guy inject vitality into your bodies before?
Only this time, he went home.
Rather than like a distant relative visiting relatives."
Bulcaisuo patted the shoulder of the ancestor next to him.
Although the way it is done is a bit rude.
But no one cares about it here.
"I'm going to let him take over the duties of the three ancestors as a gatekeeper?
What do you think?
Anyway, now I am the immortal king."
Bulcaisel shouted at the top of his lungs.
All the barbarian ancestors looked at Bulcasso blankly.
Some even don't know what to say.
"Ahem! That! The ancestor next to you, Bulcasso, is also called Bulcasso.
Otherwise, we will still call you shirtless..."
Hailab finished half of what he said and couldn't say the rest.
He had a hunch that if he finished saying that name, he would be photographed directly on the gate of the Holy Mountain as a decoration.
"You are the immortal king, you have the final say.
Anyway, this guy has been a dead ghost for a long time, although I don’t know how he came back to life.
But he didn’t do anything to help us back then.”
Cole was carrying the Wrath of the Hidden Peak with a look of disdain on his face.
The attitudes of the ancestor spirits on the holy mountain are basically two.
One is the ancestors who died before the explosion of the Holy Mountain of Arreat.
They still have great respect for their ancestors.
The other type is the survivors of the Battle of Mount Arreat.
They were not very fond of the first ancestors.
The first ancestors were worshiped as gods.
But during the battle on the Holy Mountain of Arreat, this guy didn't even show his face!
What they were dissatisfied with was not whether the first generation ancestors fought or not.
What they were dissatisfied about was that this guy didn't appear in front of all the barbarians!
Barbarians don't care whether they win or not.
I don't care about the consequences such as death.
But they cannot accept any hidden efforts...
If you secretly say what you did, who can prove it?
Although the great in secret is also a hero.
But such a hero himself has nothing to do with glory.
When such a hero stands under the sun, will his eyes feel dazzling?
Letting this first ancestor stand in the sun is not entirely a good thing.