The place where Lilith revived, Malthael has left this place.
He has already obtained what he wants, and there is no need to plot anything more from Lilith by plundering here.
"I don't understand, mother, why you agreed to Malthael."
Rasma said a little disappointed.
Malthael was dangerous to the Nephalem and had a hatred for each other.
So he was a little dissatisfied with Lilith's actions.
But at this time, Rasma became cautious even in venting her dissatisfaction.
Because only Lilith can save them.
A pair of eyes looked at Lilith, who was standing motionless. The deathly aura on her body was scattered unsteadily in this world that was about to be destroyed.
Lilith didn't reply, her eyes looked blankly into the distance.
At this time, the first-generation Bulcaisor was beside Inaris, counting on his fingers without saying a word.
Compared to Lilith, the mother, the first-generation Bulcaisu trusted his father more.
Destiny doesn't have much selfishness, at least Inarius still faces these Nephalem as a "father".
"Brother, I am already a dead person. Even if you pull me back temporarily, I will not be able to contribute anything to your 'big plan'."
The first-generation Bulkatho looked at Rasma with mocking eyes.
dead?
Maybe so.
But for these first-generation Nephalem, death has never been an easy thing.
A dead person?
This seemed like a joke in front of Rasma.
In generations long ago, necromancers were able to move around in this world with only their own souls.
The line between death and life is never very clear.
Even a barbarian can find a host of ways to be reborn if he so chooses.
He had even made corresponding attempts a long time ago.
"Bulkess, where is your brother?"
Inarius's cold and majestic voice finally sounded, and a wave of broken power enveloped the place.
The force of fate takes over the space, and the rest of the population doesn't react much to it.
Except for the first generation Bulkatho!
A name that should not be mentioned, Inaris definitely knew the outcome of this child.
Vasily, the first druid.
A strong person who has received a part of the authority over life and a small part of destiny.
Die in the struggle for power and the strife between heaven and hell!
There are definitely shadows of the two first-generation Nephalem present.
"Vasily? Dead."
The first-generation Bulcaisuo said nonchalantly, already clenching the weapon tightly in his hand.
Vasily's death was something that had to be done, and it was a story full of ugliness!
Although he is not very powerful now, he will never die willingly in the hands of others.
Even if it was their father who wanted to kill him, that wouldn't work!
Angels and demons are the Nephalem's parents, but they will not completely stand on the Nephalem's side.
If Inarius really had unbreakable feelings for his children, he would never have watched the first generation Nephalem struggle in the conflict between heaven and hell!
The first generation Nephalem were not just seven people!
There are more of them than that!
There are only a few who have the opportunity to leave records and names in ancient books.
Everything else has become a thing of the past in a long fighting career!
Just because this world is the most unfair to human beings!
Maybe Israel would be a little more fair, but he still stood from the perspective of an angel.
"I know, what I want to ask is whether you have ever thought about not taking that stupid step!
His relationship with you is the closest! I also trust you the most! "
Inarius said aggressively.
The strength in his body was a bit out of control.
He seemed like a father who felt sorry for his child.
Even if the tone sounds like he doesn't care much about it.
"You tell me this!"
The first-generation Bulcaisuo's voice was a bit cold.
His body has begun to tremble!
The anger is surging, exceeding the limit that this body can bear!
"Foolish approach? You mean you have to abandon your brothers in order to survive under the siege of angels and demons?
Or in order to gain enough power to make you fearful, you have to kill your brothers! ?
Or, under your gaze, you slashed that idiot Malthael to death! Give him his first rebirth! ?
Father! ? Listen up! I am a savage! I am the child of an angel and a devil!
Facing an angel, I am a devil! Facing the devil, I am an angel!
you saw it!
You've seen it all!
Why don't you ask Rasma why she made your bones into a suit of armor and wore it on her body?
Because only your bones can allow him to escape your sight! idiot! "
The first-generation Bulcaisu roared, his anger exceeding the upper limit of what this body could bear, and the corpse from Kanai began to make an overwhelming sound!
Faced with the truth told by the first generation Bulkatho, Rathma closed her eyes.
He understood that his brother had already made his decision. Even he has no chance of recovery.
"Vasily died a happy death! I did not let him go through you and your torture!"
When the first-generation Bulcasso spoke, he pointed at Inarius and Lilith one by one.
The anger in the words moved Rasma present.
"Vasily doesn't like fighting! That stupid brother who believes in the beauty of life! He doesn't like fighting at all!
because I!
It's because of me! Only then would he stand by his mother's side, summon giant beasts, and control plants! Only then would he use those cruel methods to bring death to other people!
Tell me what you gave him!
A body and a soul that made him feel pain!
My hands are stained with the blood of countless uncles, aunts and uncles.
I can still remember the despair of their children and my cousins when they faced my butcher knife!
Do you really think that I, Rasma and even Vasily are sharp knives in your hands? ?
tell me! "
The roar of the first generation Bulcaiso shocked even Natsubo and the others who were hiding outside.
But his rant isn't over yet!
"We are not the vassals of angels! We are not the minions of the devil! I am the executioner! I am the guillotine! I am the heavy hammer that shines on your body! What's more, it is the most inconspicuous rock that breaks your will!
Now, tell me! My father and mother! How are you going to treat me, a child who has been rebellious from that moment until now! ?
Say it first! I! It won’t be like Rasma! I would rather die! "
The roar of the first generation Bulkatho finally turned into a heavy breathing sound.
The place was quiet.
Rasma's body was trembling and she looked at her brother with complicated eyes.
The first generation Bulkatho was a warrior, the most powerful kind of warrior!
At the end of his life, he would not feel any fear even when facing the entire high-level heaven!
Rude, violent, cruel, determined!
These words condensed the life of the first Bulcasso.
Sacrifice, devotion, hope, justice.
These words seem to have no connection with the first generation of Bulcaisel.
But only one thing! That means he bore all the sins while he was alive!
Carrying the reputation of killing relatives and killing brothers!
All the anger is suppressed in the body. It is this unspeakable anger that is qualified to be condensed in the blood and passed down from generation to generation!
The source of the barbarian's power is anger, because the person who brought this power has reached a point where his bloodline inheritance has to bear his anger!
"my brother."
Rasma spoke slowly. He looked at the broken body and imperfect soul of the current first-generation Burqaso, and a burst of blood finally flashed on the white skin.
"What's the point of saying this now? What's the effect of your roaring like this now?
You are already a corpse, and there is nothing left of your tempered body in the explosion of the World Stone.
You want revenge, what can you do? With your current power, even things like the Plague King may not be able to be easily solved? "
The two brothers spoke in front of their parents, while Lilith still looked into the distance.
Inaris was still looking at the first-generation Bulcaisuo in front of him.
The scene fell silent for a moment, except for the sound of two breathing sounds.
The first generation Bulcaisuo was a corpse. Except for breathing when he needed to speak, he didn't need to breathe at other times.
Inarius lost his body. Even if he appeared in front of everyone, he did not need to breathe.
Just Rathma and Lilith.
Rathma's thin breathing and Lilith's weak breathing became the only sounds now.
"Brother, you can continue to sleep. You probably won't care about the little time your father gives you."
Rasma said slowly that he would not have any more disputes with the first generation Bulkatho.
Dense bones began to rise on the ground, and the pale white bones turned into a dense forest in the blink of an eye, with the tips pointed directly at the first-generation Bulcaisuo.
"I will come back! I will never disappear like this!"
The first-generation Bulcaisuo said this, and the next moment his body was penetrated by dense bone spurs!
The weapon in his hand flew towards Lilith with the last bit of strength from this body, but was blocked by Lilith.
It's like driving away a mosquito.
Lilith finally turned her gaze to her son at this time, with something meaningful in her eyes.
As a person of knowledge, Lilith knew very well how many ways her son could come back.
These are things within the scope of knowledge and cannot be hidden from Lilith's eyes.
Inaris, the angel of destiny, may be described as a strict father, but the demon Lilith is definitely not a loving mother!
A loving mother would not take her children to kill "relatives and friends"!
But she didn't react at all because there was no need.
If everything Malthael said could be achieved, these children would be obedient.
Like a doll, he will never do anything disobedient to them again.
By then, the new world will be beautiful, without tragedy or strife!
As long as Malthael can achieve this goal.
Lilith is looking forward to it!
And Rasma was lowering his head to prevent his parents from seeing his expression.
[It's my turn now, my brother! 】
