Just when Nazbo was thinking about the problems arising from a soul, the situation on the devil's side also changed.
It was a matter of course that the demon Bulcaisel was looking for when he parted ways with Imprius was Lilith.
After all, Baal is now controlled by Li Min. There is no need for Bulcasso to worry about whether Li Min will not keep an eye on Baal and let the demon of destruction cause any accidents under her nose.
But the task of finding Lilith is not an easy task. The only thing that can be determined now is that the time when Leiko and Lilith met was not in the present, but in the past a long time ago.
This made Bulcasso very embarrassed, not because he, Wu Yifan, had traveled through time at this time, but because he was not sure whether doing this would cause any trouble.
When facing a field that you are not familiar with, of course you cannot lack the courage to explore, but you must not act rashly.
Bulcaisel needed a little help, and he happened to know someone who could help him in the time realm.
It's just that Bulcasso doesn't know when he will see that blue police box. That guy always appears when he is needed.
But this statement is too general, and the way time flows in different worlds is also very different.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
So it's not a good idea to wait to solve the problem. Fortunately, Bulkesso can take the initiative to go to the world over there.
The cage of infinity was there before, and after gaining the power represented by infinity, Bulcaisso can return there.
The three ancestors and the Supreme Mage stayed there to help the Time Lords deal with matters there. Now that the three ancestors and the others have returned safely, the situation there should have stabilized.
Bulkiso returned to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas immediately. Bulkiso would not leave until those legendary barbarians who went to the Burning Hell to have fun came back.
There must be some reserve power that can be mobilized so that Bulkesso can do his thing with peace of mind.
Moreover, Death is still in the Elder's Temple at this time, and this is not an existence that can be ignored.
Even if both parties have the same goal during this period, God with humanity is not God!
That's just some kind of existence with great power!
No one can guarantee the thought of death. Even if she is not the kind of being known for her fighting power, her control over life is enough to pose a huge threat to other beings.
Massayir can end life with a single thought, and there is no reason why death cannot do the same.
"I thought you would come back after you have dealt with everything." Warusk said while looking at Bulcaisuo, who had a gloomy look on his face.
"I have a lot of things to deal with, and I don't trust others to do these things." Bulkaso glanced at Warusk very casually, and then walked directly to his own throne and sat down.
Warusk just smiled. He knew that he could not change Bulcaisuo's mind, just like Bulcaisuo could not change his will.
At this time, no one needs to convince the other. The best answer is to exercise restraint on each other's ideas.
"Dongdong~"
There was a slight knocking sound on the ground.
"I almost forgot that the first generation ancestors were still here." Bulcaisuo said.
The next moment, he slightly relaxed his suppression of the first generation ancestor.
Bulcaisu had only forgotten the information Li Min had conveyed to him before. As for whether Lilith had done anything to deal with the barbarians, the answer to this question still needed to be obtained from the first generation ancestors.
"It seems like you don't like me very much." The first generation ancestor used very weak energy to construct a somewhat illusory body and stood in front of Bulcasso.
Bulcaisuo only gave him such a small amount of authority, and he couldn't do anything else he wanted to do.
"I originally had questions to ask you, and I was even prepared to pay the price of sleeping forever if you didn't answer."
Bulcaisel looked at the theoretical common ancestor of all barbarians in front of him and said.
His expression was a little complicated.
"Immortal King, hesitation is not the expression that should appear on your face. I probably know what you want to ask. The thing that makes you hesitate like this is probably the part about the origin of barbarians, right?"
The first generation ancestors behaved exceptionally calmly, as if they had expected this.
Although the first generation ancestor is not the kind of legend known for his wisdom, he has never been a fool. Even among the first few Nephalem, he was considered wise!
"I don't want to hear any answer from you to this question right now, whether it's rejection or a long speech. I just want to sit quietly for a while."
Bulcasso raised his eyelids tiredly, and then relaxed directly.
Humans are bound to feel tired, even barbarians who display themselves as "perpetually moving killing machines" on the battlefield will also feel tired.
No matter how long the stamina bar is, it is not infinite.
What's more, Bulkesso was mentally tired at this time.
"You probably feel the pressure of being the Immortal King. Otherwise, why do you think I like to wear that helmet that completely covers my face all the time?" Warusk said with some glee.
Back then, he was fully armed most of the time, just so that the fatigue on his face would not be seen by other barbarians.
Just like the skinny battle master Karju who was already hungry and never took off his armor before dying in battle.
He just simply wanted to hide some facts that happened to him.
It seems that the barbarians can't think of any better way than this, so most of them use the same method invariably.
"First generation ancestor, let death continue to sleep. She needs to sleep to regain some strength. We may still need her help when facing Malsayil and Tyrell."
Bulkesso said.
Death chose to sleep not long after he came to hide in the Temple of the Elders. This was not what the first ancestors and Warusk asked for.
But in the matter of death's sleep, the two of them still provided some help.
For example, using the strong power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath to cover up, perhaps Tyrell, who has obtained most of the power over death at this time, is feeling that his control over death has increased.
This is what Warusk wants to see.
Is it to rely on authority to become a strong person? Or use your authority to become the strong one?
This may sound like there is no difference, but in fact the difference is quite large.
Most of the powerful people in the original world were the latter, and perhaps only the Four Demon Kings and Yin Seril, the Archangel of Balance, were representatives of the former.
"I will have something to explain to Death when you come back later. It seems that I have overthought it." The first generation ancestor smiled.
Immediately afterwards, he took back the power originally used to awaken death. Of course, these were all done with Warusk knowing the details.
Without Warusk's consent, the first generation ancestors would not be able to use any of the power on the holy mountain.
"I have a lot of things I want to explain, but not now. I just want to sit quietly for a while," Bulqueso said.
Now he no longer even thinks about forming a drinking party with others for fun.
He was tired rather than bored.
"By the way, although your forging was interrupted, with your ability you won't be left without any blanks, right?" the first generation ancestor asked casually.
But the moment this question came out of his mouth, he was stared at with serious eyes by Warusk!
Whether the first generation ancestor is one of our own is still a mystery, although this guy should belong to the Nephalem side no matter how he looks at it.
"Worusk, don't be nervous. Regardless of whether my preparations are completed or not, they can't threaten me at this time." Bulkaiso said lazily.
"I don't think so. No matter how well-planned you are, you can't guarantee the outcome. Just like when I tried to challenge death, I was almost able to make both the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell treat the Nephalem with caution. "Worusk said with some disdain.
If he really took death completely into his own hands while alive, then the High Heaven and the Burning Hell would indeed have to be more scrupulous about the Nephalem.
"But I'm not you, I've never been defeated." Bulkaiso said rudely.
His tone was already laced with boredom.
"Yes, Bulcaisel, who has never been defeated, are you going to let me remind you that defeat and defeat do not mean the same thing?" Warusk had a sarcastic look on his face.
"When the results of something are not what you expected, then it is a failure. Just like when Masayil came to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, when you failed to save tens of thousands of compatriots, You have already failed. You just weren't defeated by someone in a fight."
Warusk rarely said a few more words.
He is not afraid of Bulkesso being angry, and besides, Bulkesso is not that easy to get angry.
These are all facts, and Bulcaisel does not get angry when dealing with facts.
"The name Bulkesso means barbarian."
Bulcaisuo said somewhat feebly.
"I particularly agree with this." The first generation ancestor said in support.
"Perhaps this matter has nothing to do with you?" As Warusk spoke, he directly kicked the illusory figure of the first generation ancestor into pieces with his big feet wearing iron boots.
Most barbarians are violent...although it seems that it doesn't matter if I talk about it directly.
"He's making his position clear, but he's not saying it directly."
Bulcaisuo glanced at the energy fragments that had not completely disappeared and said.
"I know, but this guy has his own ideas. Although the goals are generally the same as ours, there are always some differences."
Warusk curled his lips.
Three people in two circles. Is this common among humans?
"It seems that I haven't had much rest since I started forging. Things always come one after another." Bulcaisuo sighed.
Warusk, on the other hand, took out an earthen jar directly from his backpack and threw it to Bulkesso.
"This is juice given to me by my friend Drew Yin, but I'm not sure if it can still be drunk after so many years, or has it fermented naturally?" Warusk smiled.
Then he took out a new earthen jar for himself, opened the mud seal, and poured it directly into his mouth without even smelling it.
Anyway, even if this thing goes bad, it can only be regarded as the weakest poison.
This doesn't even make a guy like Warusk have diarrhea.
"You should be prepared recently. I may leave for a few days in a few days. The place where that guy Lilith lives is a little hard to find. I have to add a guarantee to the time."
Bulkesso said.
After receiving the gift of time, Bulcaisel has similar powers to the time child in Doctor Who.
Everything they see is the destined past and cannot be changed!
In other words, when the power of time acts on them, no matter what time period they are in, they will proceed according to their location and the order in which everything happens.
In other words, whether they went to the past or the future, it was just their "present"!
Whether this is considered preferential treatment is debatable.
But at least that doesn't make everything they've experienced become a joke that can be played around with.
From this perspective, this should be a good thing.
"Don't talk to me about time-related things. I can't understand it and I don't intend to explore it."
Warusk said as he took another sip of juice that had expired for who knows how long.
Taste doesn't seem to be very important to him at this time.
"Huh? A trace of soul-eating is knocking on the door of the Holy Mountain? Is there anything going on in Nazebo that would prevent him from coming in person?"
Warusk said with some surprise.
Since the power of combing the Holy Mountain was put into his hands, he has sensed all the big and small things on the Holy Mountain.
Although you can't know what others are talking about, you can still know who is where and who is the visiting outsider.
"Natsubo doesn't do meaningless things. Using souls to send messages is probably his unique method. Not even Masayir can imitate this trick."
Bulcaisel stretched his body slightly, making his body on the throne more comfortable.
"I gonna go see?"
Warusk said.
When Nazebo left the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, Bulcaisuo did not come back.
If Natsubo was planning to find Bulcaisu, he would not use the weak method of soul-eating.
Only when the matter is not urgent, and it does not matter even if there is an unexpected delay in time, Nazebo will use the soul-eating method to convey information.
If there was something really important, even if he couldn't use voice transmission and communication spells, Nazebo should have asked the zombie dog to look for Bulcaisuo.
Although the body of the zombie dog has long been different from the original dog, Nazbo has been specially modified for the purpose of searching for people.
Moreover, Nazebo also has a safer method, such as the army of ghosts and other skills, which are safer than soul-eating to convey information.
"Go ahead, I won't even alert Corik and the others when I come back."
Bulkesso said.
He simply wanted to wait here for a while to give himself a little rest.
As long as there is no emergency, he has no intention of doing anything.
It happened that a strong force was needed on the holy mountain of Harrogas, so he came back to stay for a few days.
"I won't let them bother you with anything less important."
Warusk laughed dryly.
But Bulkesso ignored him.
