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"Well, Rasma~Long time no see."
After Rasma entered the door, Warusk took the lead in saying hello to him.
"Well, we haven't seen each other for a long time. From time to time, I regret telling you about death."
Rasma nodded in response.
Bulkaso glanced sideways at Warusk. Well, he knew who told Warusk about death.
"Ahem, you know, Bulcasso didn't really approve of what I did back then. It makes me a little embarrassed that you mentioned this topic to me in front of him."
Warusk waved his hand, but his sitting posture was still loose.
Anyway, he is not the Immortal King now, and he doesn't care whether his image will embarrass the barbarians.
On the contrary, Bulkesso had already sat up straight when Rasma walked into the Elder's Temple.
"I thought savages should be close to each other."
Rasma teased.
"That's not necessarily true. Who doesn't have a few secrets in their life that cannot be revealed to the light?"
Warusk's noncommittal tone made Rasma choke on everything she wanted to say.
"Well, I think Rasma didn't come to Harrogas to reminisce about the past, so let's talk about your purpose."
Bulcaisel lowered his voice slightly so that what he said seemed to have weight.
"I want to meet my brother because there are some things I need to confirm with him. Can I say what I want to do after meeting him?"
Rasma remained calm.
He respects Bul-Katho, not because Bul-Katho is the Immortal King, but because Bul-Katho now represents the peak state of the Nephalem.
"This is a bit troublesome. If you came to Harrogas earlier, you could still see him. But now he is already in the middle of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath."
Warusk said with a slightly threatening tone.
This was a reminder that he and Rasma had some friendship, but no one knew the extent of the friendship between Warusk and Rasma.
Except for each other, of course.
“This is not good news, but I think Bulqueso should be able to solve this problem.
Hiss, to be honest, this name may just be a name to you, but I feel a little uncomfortable calling him this. "
Rasma said pretending to be relaxed.
To Rasma, a name like Burqessor was not "the most powerful barbarian" but had a simpler meaning.
That's "brother"!
At this time, using the name "Bulkessor" to call the barbarian in front of him, who was somewhat unfamiliar to him, made Rasma feel somewhat awkward.
"I don't care what name you call me, your brother can talk to you through the air if you want.
Of course, if you choose a less honorable way to face the barbarians, you may be able to meet your brother in the Holy Mountain of Harrogath. "
Bulqueso's words were also threatening.
Rasma's style has always been a bit chaotic.
Although all Nephalem knew that this guy acted from the standpoint of the Nephalem most of the time, he must have his own little thoughts.
There was no way that Bulkesso was defenseless against Rasma.
As for whether he would call Bulcaisuo by the name that no one had called him for a long time, the probability was not high.
After all, that name only appeared for a while when Bulcasso was still confused.
"I want to ask my brother how many things he knows about our parents that I don't know."
Rasma lowered his head slightly, as if asking this question took a lot of energy from him.
"Tsk, then should we avoid it?"
Warusk was a bit provocative, and he certainly had no intention of avoiding it.
"That's not necessary. This is not the territory of our two brothers. As the owners of this place, you have no reason to make room for us."
Rasma's voice was not loud.
"My brother, your voice just now reminded me of the time when you could only cling to your mother."
The voice of the first ancestors sounded.
"During those years, I could be said to be ignorant. That should be the best time for me."
Rasma said with a smile, but his smile at this time was a bit eerie.
Of course Rasma's smile was sincere, but as a mature man, no matter what expression he made, he looked sinister.
"I once considered from the mother's point of view why she did this to you, and the only reason I could think of in the end was that the mother wanted to experience the feeling of human beings raising children.
You know, we are born strong. "
There was also a hint of reminiscence in the voices of the first generation ancestors.
The term was once a mixed blessing for most people, even the original Nephalem.
"So I should be born with a weak image? This is not fair, my brother."
Rasma complained like a spoiled child to her brother.
Both Bulkesso and Volusk who were watching felt a little uncomfortable, even though they could understand the feelings of Rasma and the first ancestor.
But this kind of picture is somewhat jarring to the eyes.
"I know, but you also have something that we don't have. You know, when I understand what feelings are and act according to my own feelings, my age can no longer be accurately stated.
But you are different. You understood a lot of things early because of your weakness. "
The voice of the first generation ancestor was filled with sorrow.
"It's my fault to interrupt you. If you two plan to spend a few months catching up on old times, I think I might leave first."
Bulquesso's words were not very polite.
He knew that time was of little value to the original Nephalem.
They could spend years sitting side by side on the mountain peaks looking at the foggy sky.
You can also talk about a certain period of your life that is already too lengthy for other Nephalem.
But Bulcaisel didn't have the time to just be a bystander.
"Okay, grumpy immortal king."
Rathma sneered. It was hard to tell whether he was disdainful of Bul-Katho's existence because of his long life.
Bulcaisuo frowned. Although he was a little unhappy, he had no intention of fighting Rasma in this place.
The aftermath of the battle will turn the Temple of the Elders into a dilapidated state. This is a place that has been continuously repaired by generations of tribesmen. Bulcaisel does not want this place to face reconstruction.
"The secret that exists in our mother? That may not be a secret anymore, at least I think the Immortal King over there has guessed some of it.
Rasma, you just don’t want to believe that your mother, who took care of you and found you an excellent teacher, may not be treating you well out of love. "
The first ancestor said with self-mockery.
How genuine are Lilith's feelings for her children?
Even the first generation ancestors were somewhat uncertain about this issue.
Lilith always behaves coldly, like a work of art made of flesh and stone.
But she also truly devoted herself to her children, which was what troubled the first-generation Nephalem.
"I think there should still be love, right? I can't imagine that a strong mother would betray the Burning Hell without love, and then come together with my father."
Rasma's brows were frowning, but now he had no eyebrows.
"Back then, you enjoyed the highest status in the sanctuary. Vasily and I had discussed whether this was because of my mother's guilt towards you.
In fact, my mother must have noticed the infinite potential of the nephalem from you. "
The first ancestor spoke slowly.
"Because I don't want to be born as powerful as you, but I still get the same power as you or even surpass you through learning?"
There was a bit of bitterness on Rasma's face.
"Rathma, I respect everything you have done for Sanctuary."
Burcasso suddenly spoke.
"Shut up! Uldyssian!"
Rathma growled at Bul-Katho, and he called out the name of the former Nephalem.
"I haven't been corrupted yet, so it's too early for you to enlighten me!"
Rasma continued, but his tone was calming down little by little.
"Well, if you are corrupted, I will not enlighten you. Also, I am Bulcaisuo now, and I bear the name of your brother.
When barbarians talk about the name 'Bulkeso', they no longer even think about your brother's glory back then! Instead, I remembered how I defeated the devils of hell one after another. "
Bulkesso said with a bit of dissatisfaction.
honor? This is probably the only thing that the nephalem can pursue to satisfy themselves in a place like Sanctuary.
"I know, so please shut up, okay? Of course, I'm not here to cause trouble with you, but I won't be afraid if we fight!"
Rasma was a little tougher, but the essence of her words was still soft.
"Bulkess, we are just listening, give them some time."
Warusk advised.
"I know, but I don't really want to know how much misfortune the Nephalem encountered when they were born."
Bulcasso moved a little irritably, this very upright sitting posture making him a little uncomfortable.
Warusk glanced at Bulcasso with a threatening look, and Bulcaisso sighed and sat motionless on the throne again.
"Rasma, our mother's purpose is not pure, you should know that."
The first ancestor sighed and said.
"I know, but her love for me and her use of the Nephalem are all true. What do you think I should do?
Put on the cloak that hides my face again? You may have forgotten that it was made by my mother using her skin that was filled with knowledge and authority.
This is just so that I, who is extremely weak compared to you, will not reveal my identity and appearance.
I have my mother's love, and I don't care if that love is pure or not! "
Rasma's tone was a bit strong.
Bulkesso and Warusk couldn't help but want to sigh.
Rathma probably got all of Lilith's little love.
During the Battle of Original Sin, the cloak on Rasma had different expressions as his emotions changed. It was the embodiment of authority!
"I think your misunderstanding about your father probably started at that time, right?"
The first ancestor said slowly.
"Father, like mother, saw our strength and potential. He wanted us to survive, so he chose to use the World Stone to weaken the power of the Nephalem."
The first ancestor said these words very slowly, as if he was giving Bulkesso and Warusk time to understand.
"As an ant, you can only live in the high-level heaven and the burning hell forever? Brother, don't say you will approve of this approach."
Rasma sneered at these words.
"In fact, my father was right."
The first generation ancestor's tone once again contained self-deprecation.
“Although I was responsible for Vasily’s death, there are obviously traces of the archangel’s power on Vasily’s body.
And Yin Su, and your other brothers and sisters..."
The first generation ancestors were sighing.
"Is it just because your strength threatens their status?"
Rasma asked.
"I can't guarantee it, but there must be a reason for this, right? Don't you feel the balance of balance remaining on the holy mountain of Harrogas?
Although Bulkesso took away all the glory about this name, it was nothing compared to the evidence he found for me!
I am willing to use all the glory of the name 'Bulkesso' as a stepping stone to his glory, because I finally found my enemy. "
The first ancestor's tone became a little ferocious.
As part of the Balance of Power passed through the sacred mountain of Harrogath, the First Ancestors finally identified the man behind Vasily's gradual transformation into a beast.
Yin Seril, the Archangel of Balance, was finally exposed.
Although Yin Seril has most likely guessed this ending, and is even prepared to receive the revenge of the first generation ancestor.
But he probably didn't expect that the first person to take revenge on him would not be the barbarians, but Rasma.
"I see, I did blame my father wrongly.
But it can't be said that the father did nothing wrong. "
The corners of Rasma's mouth turned up, which was his expression when he was angry.
He didn't pay much attention to these little tricks, and his brothers and sisters had never seen them.
Because of the cloak made of the skin of the incarnation of knowledge!
"He did a lot of things wrong. After leaving the high-level heaven, Yinaris still couldn't forget that he was an angel.
Our mother saw our power and wanted to use it to rule the world, while our father just wanted to save our family. "
There was a little sadness in the voice of the first generation ancestor.
"So he chose to weaken our power and make the Queen Nephalem like livestock who can only survive on the breath of angels and demons?"
Rasma asked rhetorically.
"Maybe he didn't expect that Sanctuary would one day appear in the sights of high-level heaven and burning hell, probably..."
There is no confidence in what the first generation ancestor said.
“Can’t the Angel of Destiny know the future?”
Rasma asked.
Inaris knew fate, and he certainly knew what his actions would bring.
Even if he wants to resist fate, this is not the reason why he puts all the nephalem on the gambling table as bets!
"Perhaps he knew, or maybe he saw some expectation of a turning point?"
The first ancestor sighed.
"The existence that wants to resist fate actually constantly relies on the power of knowing its fate.
How could he possibly resist fate itself? "
Rasma scoffed.
