Chapter 849 The power of fate can be challenged!


Chapter 849 The power of fate can be challenged!

On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Jessica was chatting with Koutul.

It is said that it is chatting, but it can also be seen as trying to get some information.

For example, how those legendary equipment are shaped.

“If I have to say it, it’s probably the power of belief.

Everyone believed that this equipment had magical power, so this equipment really had this power.

Actually, to be honest, you can’t say that we have no power without equipment.

Anyway, I can’t understand it.

Let’s use Orac’s God of War Blade as an example.

You should know the power of this weapon, but if Orak is willing, he can use that kind of slam even with a wooden stick in his hand...

Because this in itself is his strength.

It was just solidified by some kind of power on his commonly used weapons. ”

Kultur is not very good at communication.

But he still tried his best to tell Jessica what he knew.

Jessica’s The status is somewhat special.

As a pure barbarian from the Big Bear Tribe, it is not surprising that he would receive extra care from his "elders".

“It sounds like a lie has come true.

You can’t say that the legendary equipment was originally created by the King of Lies, right?

If that’s the case , then the power of the Nephalem may be just a lie.

As long as Bile lifts the lie at the critical moment, those who become stronger by relying on legendary equipment will immediately become weaker.

Have you never thought about this problem? "

Jessica wiped the weapon in her hand with a clean cloth and rolled her eyes at Koutul.

The answer given by Koutul was not satisfactory. Convince Jessica

“Bile has no such power.

Even if he raised his strength to the level of the Three Demon Gods, he would not be able to do such a thing.

We had our suspicions, but the guy was an angel. ”

Koutur hesitated when he said this.

It seemed that he was wondering whether he should tell Jessica this unconfirmed conjecture.
< br>“I think it’s the power of destiny.

If this is really a conspiracy of some existence, it can only be fate.

As the first angel to be born, even before other archangels.

Inarius may have done something the moment he was born.

After all, Inaris was still able to control his destiny at that time.

Maybe... I mean maybe.

The first thing Inarius did when he wanted to resist fate was to allow the world to produce legendary equipment.

Only his first resistance to fate can harness the power of such a powerful fate. ”

Kotur said it anyway.

Although this was not something he had speculated.

It was a conjecture that Kanai made during a chat. .

It’s just that Kanai doesn’t let others mention him when talking about this matter.

When Jessica heard this, she finally wanted to believe it.

This guess is more convincing than that lie.

“You haven’t asked?”

Jessica looked at Koutur who looked embarrassed and asked.

She really wanted to know the answer, so she still asked the question even when Koutul was embarrassed.

"We? You want to say Bulcaisuo?

I don't know, maybe he asked those archangels?

But I don't think he would care about this kind of thing."< br>
Kotur said stiffly.

It does make sense that legendary equipment is the product of defying fate.

Because legends are not created only by the Nephalem.

Angels and demons are the same.

High Heaven and Burning Hell both have their own legends.

If this is a lie, then why would Billie do such a thankless thing?

Even if the existence of legendary equipment does not pose any threat to the comparison, what about other hell demons?

As long as the Burning Hell can give birth to legends, the high-level heavens will be in a hurry.

The increase in legendary equipment is still very powerful.

"What will you do if I die in battle?"

Jessica said very seriously.

As the last living barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe, can she enjoy certain special treatment on the sacred mountain of Harrogas?

This question can determine many things.

“Once you die in battle, I will take Cassius to avenge you.

But we will not interfere in every battle of yours.

You die Well, then just die."

Koutur said angrily.

He means it.

The continuation of the race is indeed something that the barbarians value.

But it would be impossible for them to pay special attention to a certain tribe.

Tribes and ethnic groups cannot be assigned registration numbers.

Bulkaso is still the last stag, and there are no other barbarians asking him to get married immediately.

As long as there are still savages alive, that is enough.

Perhaps these guys will make some different choices when protecting the last living barbarian.

But since things have not reached that point, everything will follow tradition...

Even if this tradition seems a bit rough and inhumane.

“I know, I just need to be myself anyway.

I don’t need to think too much about other things, right? "

Jessica smiled.

She stuffed the cloth in her hand into her backpack.

Then she hung the God of War's Blade carefully around her waist.< br>
Then he turned around to see if his actions would be affected.

Then a portal opened directly.

“Since I have not been given the responsibility of reviving the Great Bear Tribe,

then I can fight as a barbarian.

Enjoy victory and blood, squander it Fury and swords!

This life is much better than I first feared.”

Jessica seemed to be relieved of something.

Although she had been becoming stronger before, she had always been entangled in her heart.

The title of "The Last Barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe" made her feel heavy pressure.

Now that there is no such pressure, she can live her life the way she wants.

What could be more relaxing than this?

"Have a safe journey, and chop off a few more demon heads by the way.

If possible, I would like to use the little head of the earth-beating demon as a wine bowl."

Kutul smiled. He waved his hands as a farewell.

After the portal closed in front of his eyes, Kotur showed a sad look on his face.

“Cassius, do you think I am doing this really well?

Although it is not a good thing to let others bear the responsibility that belongs to us, we are already dead.

Are you really willing to let the Big Bear Tribe disappear? "

Koutur sat cross-legged on the ground, his thick arms hitting the ground heavily.

Obviously his mood was not good, even very bad.
< br>“We are dead people.

Even if the Big Bear Tribe disappears, it has nothing to do with us.

When will you learn not to think so much?

I know you are not stupid, but you have absolutely nothing to do with being smart.

This kind of problem is for smart people to consider. Although I am not smart either, I am at least a little smarter than you.

Do you think it is a good thing for a soldier to go to the battlefield under tremendous pressure? ”

Cassius blocked the flying snow and mud with his hands as he spoke.

He is the most tolerant person.

"Olac made a choice, he just relieved himself of the responsibility that he was unwilling to bear.

You don't need to let another person carry that heavy backpack again, okay!"

Cassius shook his hand and shook aside the mud dots in his hand.

Then he wiped his hands on Koutul's clothes...

"I'm just unwilling!

Orak dedicated his life and glory.

You and I catch up Lost my life!

Losed countless familiar faces along the way!

But now, you tell me that the Big Bear Tribe is going to become a thing of the past!

How can you make me willing to do so! ? ”

Kutul seems a little manic.

When faced with this kind of thing, maybe Koutul behaves more like a normal person.

“ I am not reconciled either.

But what I'm not reconciled to is why I didn't survive after my victory. Now that he's dead, let's accept the future of our tribe calmly.

The barbarians have not come to the end yet.

Maybe one day there will be new barbarians who plan to establish their own tribe.

Then as if destined, the tribe was named Big Bear.

Then, among the newly born Big Bear tribe, a powerful barbarian who can bear everything will be born by coincidence.

The name happens to be Orak.

Then there will be born a Cassius who incorporates his foul-mouthed words into his battle cry, and a taciturn and powerful Kotur.

So what are you worried about?

We are dead people.

It is enough to be able to appear on the battlefield as the spirit of the ancestors to help the younger generations fight.

Other things have nothing to do with us. "

Cassius tugged on his braided beard and forced a smile on his face.

Obviously, he was not as relaxed as his words said.

"What a fucked up world, what an infuriating world! ”

Kotur cursed in a rare way.

Cassius became silent.

“I don’t care if I win or not! I only care if I’m handsome when I fight!

If it really comes to a critical moment, can you and I still stay here and watch?

Bulkeso is not that heartless.

He probably just wants to put some pressure on young people. "

Cassius chuckled and spat out these words.

The muscles on Kotur's face were trembling.

"It's best! ”

It seems as if the words squeezed out of his mouth have exhausted all the power of Kultur.

He lay directly on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

......

"Bulkess, the only people who are still here are you and me.

If you want to ask something, I will consider whether to ask or not. "

Inaris said feebly while hanging on the cross.

The principle of using the cross as a torture instrument to kill a life is actually extremely cruel.

The reason why people who are hung on top usually die is not from excessive blood loss, but from suffocation...

When every breath requires muscles to bear most of a person's weight At some point, muscle spasms are just around the corner.

When the muscles are completely fatigued and lose their strength, the person will die of suffocation.

Fortunately, Inarius is not an ordinary person, and being hung on the cross will not make him unable to breathe.

He can even stop breathing...

"The birth of legendary equipment!

What I want to ask is this.

This is a thing of the past, you may be able to do something . ”

Bulkeso looked at Inaris who was hung up in front of him with a cold face.

Although Bulcaisel could not find the part of him that was Uldyssian in his memory.

But he had noticed clues related to Uldyssian from different places over the past few hundred years.

Perhaps it was something left over from Uldyssian that made Bulcaisso not have the slightest fondness for Inarius.

There is even a lot of hostility.

“……”

Inaris chose silence.

He didn’t answer with “can’t” or “can”.

Just pure silence.

Bulkessor stared at Inaris, as if he wanted to see traces of fate in this angel.

As long as he gives any uncontroversial answer, whether it is agreement or rejection.

That would make it all doomed...

And Inarius has been working hard to reduce this trouble.

“You still don’t speak.

You won’t even say any reply.

I can’t let you speak, even if it’s torture or any other humiliation. So.

But there is always someone in this world who can make you talk.

I will give you a name and you can think about it yourself.

Lilith! "

As Bulcasso said the name "Lilith".

Inarius's body trembled very obviously.

At that moment, Inaris was struggling like a fish that had just been fished out of the water and placed on the chopping board.

He still didn't speak, and even closed his eyes directly.

He should have many, many things he wants to express about this name.

But he chose not to express anything.

Even his eyes were closed tightly!

"It's not that I want to torture you by hanging you here.

It's just that I don't want to lift your hair to make you look directly at me.

Inaris, what's the reason? Did you see everything?

Or did you see it because those things existed?

This question has troubled me for a long time.

I even pressed Tyrael about it, but he actually fought me with swords over it.

I think you have never been alone to see your own thoughts, right?

If anything you have followers trying to achieve everything you want.

Then Tyrael? Or Auriel?

Is it Diavolo? Or is it Lilith now?

Even the old me! ? ”

There was no fluctuation in Bulkesso’s eyes.

But the anger was being ignited little by little.

Then it turned into a substantial flame in Bulkesau. Kelso's body burned.

Inarius's body trembled slightly.

The trembling was very weak, as if a person's body was vibrating with the force of his heart beating.

“Inaris, you can change back to the Archangel of Destiny at any time.

But what are you afraid of?

Afraid that you are no longer yourself. ?

Or are you worried that even if you surrender to your fate, everything will be irreversible?

Or is it that not even what Malthael did escaped your eyes?

But I don’t believe that everything you’ve ever seen hasn’t changed.

Just like my hundreds of years of life as Bulcaisel, can every bite of food I eat be under your gaze?

Or have you already foreseen the outcome of everything I have done?

Stop joking.

Countless things have been born in this world.

How could you observe all of this and then leave the fate of everything unchangeable?

Let’s put it this way, I don’t believe that fate is omnipotent!

I want to drink next, you can just name the wine I want to drink next.

And I will not drink this bottle of wine.

You could even make up a name for a wine and say I'm going to drink it in ten minutes.

I want to see and experience for myself the destiny you have appointed.

Even if there is a price to pay for this level of designation, it is not unbearable, right? ”

A rare sarcastic look appeared on Bulcaisel’s face.

This is like asking a prophet whether he can foresee the future.

Then the moment the other person says he can do it, he gives the other person a slap in the face.

This is to use personal will to change the so-called "destiny".

But if Bulcaisuo does this, there will be no strong external force forcing Bulcaisuo to act in accordance with the "designation" of "fate".

Currently, no one can force Bulkesso to do anything, whether it is high-level heaven or burning hell.

Even if Bulcaisel is allowed to drink a bottle of wine that never existed but whose name was just made up by Inaris for such an hour, it is impossible!

"I want to warn you, but my warning is definitely not a good thing.

Bulkessor, let me take a rest."

Inaris said this, with a hint of emotion in his voice. begging.

The next moment Bulcasso's expression changed.

Because he noticed the auras of the first generations of Bulcasso and Rasma appearing behind him.

"Just let our father take a break.

We have already done what you are doing.

You want to know what will happen, we will tell you."

The first-generation Bulcaisuo scratched his messy hair and said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)

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