After Bulkesso returned to the Holy Mountain, people in other places were not idle either.
At least they are not idle now...
For example, the strength of the guards at the Buster Building has been strengthened again, although they don't know if there is any meaning in doing so.
No one present knew when the devil would come.
I don't even know if the devil will come.
This kind of doubt is spreading, but no one will raise objections.
In comparison, because of human self-righteousness, research that can change the status quo has become a thing of the past.
It would be better to say "I knew the devil didn't dare to come" in a complaining tone after the research results were produced.
At least by that time, no one will jump out and slap in the face what has ended.
"So Luke, you came here just to tell me that Bulcaisel has returned to the Holy Mountain?
And there is also a first-generation ancestor who has returned?"
Rumlow was lying on his bed with no intention of getting up.
The days spent in Buster Tower were actually quite boring.
Although you can find all kinds of entertainment facilities here, it is still a bit boring.
He didn't notice that Luke didn't look very good.
"Yes, the first generation ancestors are also back.
The nephalem's power now appears to have transcended both the High Heavens and the Burning Hells.
It’s just that I don’t understand why Bulkesso didn’t just kill all the hell demons in this situation.”
I'm afraid Luke himself doesn't know what he's talking about.
This was not the thing that made him frown.
It was just some secrets he heard from other ancestors about Madoc's choice to self-destruct.
Luke wanted to ask the first ancestors, but he didn't know how to ask.
I was even worried that I would not be able to control my anger after knowing the truth.
Barbarians bring strength, but also hidden dangers.
Berserker Balnar is an example.
Although he was freed from madness hundreds of years after his death.
He even truly mastered the stance of the Berserker's Wrath.
But this does not mean that anger is a very easy to control force...
The power brought by any emotion actually has similar problems.
A question of "humans control emotions" or "emotions control humans".
"You seem to have misunderstood something from the beginning.
Barbarians are right.
But their purpose is not to achieve justice.
If we must give the barbarians a goal,
Then the ancestors probably wanted to see the race continue.
And Bulcaisel may be thinking about how to return to Sanctuary.
I know Sanctuary is finished.
But who's to say that the Nephalem can't bring Sanctuary back to life?
I guess the existence of high heaven and burning hell is the prerequisite for the existence of Sanctuary.
It’s like a border must exist between at least two countries, right?”
Rumlow stuffed a few pieces of gum into his mouth.
You have to find something to do for yourself when you are bored like this.
"If you are right, then our world seems to be just a hotel to the Nephalem."
Luke was a little depressed.
He still has a strong sense of identity as a Nephalem.
Compared to what he used to be, he felt like he was out of tune with the people around him.
Now this kind of living together makes him happier.
Realizing that you are just a visitor is not a pleasant experience.
Especially when you first realize this.
"You still think too much.
No one knows when they will achieve their goals.
Are you worried about separation? Then there is no need.
The only one who decides what a person becomes is himself.”
Rumlow shook his head, which made the whole bed squeak.
Rumplestiltskin was much bigger than when he started.
My weight has increased by nearly fifty kilograms, and it's all muscle...
Although this change is not as good as Jessica's change after receiving the bequest from Orac, it is still amazing enough.
"Well, I think it would be nice to be a hero.
At least it makes me not so bad."
After Luke finished speaking, he left Rumlow's room directly.
He wants to find something to do, such as finding some demons to come out and chop him twice?
"Although I survived after being protected by my ancestors.
But to be honest, there seems to be nothing to belittle about living for yourself.
The only sin I need to atone for is hurting unrelated people for my own sake.
More than you, I hope everything ends soon.
The scars left by doing something wrong will never disappear, they will just be covered up by the wind and sand."
Rumlow muttered to himself.
Then he turned over in bed.
He had no intention of going out to find anything to do.
As an excellent warrior, he is accustomed to waiting to achieve his goals.
Battles are not only encounters, but also positional battles and the like.
At this time, staying in the Buster Building was the best choice in his eyes.
Who knows when the devil will appear?
"Wuhu, have you found enough people to kick me?"
As soon as Constantine's voice sounded, Rumlow turned over and stood on the floor!
Constantine is often the kind of guy who can be a bit annoying.
"I thought you'd be gone for a little longer.
So what are you going to tell me?"
There was no kindness in Rumlow's eyes.
When facing this guy Constantine, as long as you restrain your hostility, it is a good attitude.
To be continued...