Chapter 850 A pending transaction!
“What’s the matter with you?”
Bulkeso glanced at the first ancestor in front of him through his glasses.
“…I am!”
The first Bulcasso couldn’t hold back his foul language.
There are really not many good-tempered barbarians...
"Brother, calm down!"
Rasma stood there and said lazily.
“Why the hell didn’t you hold me back!?”
The first-generation Bulkesso pointed at Rasma’s nose and shouted!
"No need, you just have a bad temper and you are not a fool.
You can't beat him."
Rasma still looked indifferent.
This performance made the blood pressure of the first generation Bulkeso slightly elevated.
“So I ask you why you don’t hold me back!?”
The hand that the first-generation Burkaiso pointed at Rasma's nose was shaking.
The whole person feels a little red.
“Are you here to talk about cross talk?
Don’t disturb me if you have nothing to do! I still have business to do!”
Bulkeso grabbed Inaris ripped from the cross.
Then a portal will open!
"Don't leave yet! We'll tell you what you want to ask!"
The first generation Bulcaisuo shouted helplessly.
In addition to suppressed anger, there was also a sense of grievance in the voice.
He has never been so angry in his life, and he has learned a lot this time.
"Oh, then you can predict what I will have for dinner."
Bulkessor dragged one of Inaris' legs and looked sideways at the first ancestor.
There was disdain in his eyes.
This disdain is due to Bulkesso's dissatisfaction with the first ancestor, the guy who restricted his friend's life.
The three ancestors of the barbarians once chose to climb the Holy Mountain with a strong sense of responsibility and belief.
But what about the result?
The result is that they all look like fools and can only stay up there as stone statues most of the time.
If you want to see the outside world, you have to use the skill of ancestor summoning with the help of other barbarians.
Perhaps the three ancestors did not regret their choices.
But as a friend, Bulcaisel could not pretend that nothing had happened.
Before he became the Immortal King, he had rebuilt the Holy Mountain.
Then the three ancestors were given relative freedom.
The first ancestor must have been more powerful than Bulcaisuo at that time, but his methods were so cruel.
For the sake of his friends, Bulcaisuo would not have much affection for the first generation ancestor.
“I’m here to tell you about destiny.
Are you sure you just want me to guess what you're having for dinner? "
The expression of the first generation ancestor was teasing.
As if "I will only answer you one question".
"If you guess wrong, I will I will push you to the ground and beat you violently in front of your father! ”
Bulkasso’s hand has been pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist.
He wasn't kidding.
This is what he planned to do to Inarius from the beginning.
"Brother, you can't beat him.
So you'd better not talk nonsense."
Rasma put his hands directly into his cuffs.
As if this matter was nothing to him.
“Are you going to beat me with my weapon?”
The first generation ancestor’s glasses were as wide as copper bells.
It's a pity that his glasses can't reflect the lightning-like shrewdness...
On the contrary, he looks a little naive.
"咚~哐~"
The two heavy weapons were thrown directly to the ground in front of the first generation ancestor.
Then Bulkesso acted like I’ll give in to you.
“I’ll fight you with your weapons using my fists.
It just so happens that I’m afraid of accidentally killing you.”
Bulcaisel picked his ears with his free hand.
“Can you put my dad down first?
If you really push him, the result will be something none of us want to see.
Back then he But he almost strangled me to death."
The first generation ancestor took a long breath and calmed down his mood.
"How about I hang your father on the cross again?"
Bulkessor's words were a bit hurtful... although he was really looking for the opinions of his first ancestors.
But for Inarius, Bulcaisel has no good impression at all!
Destiny has brought the barbarians prophets, so that the barbarians can know what they should do as early as possible.
But this miserable prophet actually did not live a happy life.
It can even be said to be very frustrating.
“Leave him to Rasma, Rasma will not let him leave.
As for what you want to know, I can probably guess it.
< br>You just want to try whether you can resist fate.
We tried it back then, and the result was neither good nor bad.
But at least it gives you a reference target. "
The first generation ancestor said in the calmest tone possible.
"You didn't win, but neither did fate.
But I have reason to think that you at that time were far less powerful than I am now.
I have collected almost all the powers of the Hell Demon King, although strictly speaking they are just seeds.
But these seeds are coming together little by little.
There is also the power given by the archangels, which is also promoting this change.
I am not a great devil, nor am I a combination of archangels.
But you can call me Sir if you want. ”
Bulkasso told a cold joke to show his status.
If it weren't for this cold joke that wasn't funny at all, the first generation ancestor might have shown a smile full of relief.
“Our father is the embodiment of destiny.
But because he did not choose to be a part of destiny.
That’s why he is this weak.< br>
We saw the true form of destiny
And then paid a heavy price.
It all comes at a price.
I don’t want you to make the same mistakes as us! ”
The first generation ancestor was very serious, even sincere enough.
But Rasma still looked careless.
"Then let me ask you, is the land you are stepping on now a place of refuge?
Or do you think that a destiny that has lost its own world can still be powerful and invincible?"
>Bulkessor frowned.
He couldn't quite understand the concerns of the first ancestor in front of him.
The world has changed, and there is no reason why the destiny of another world should still be so powerful that it cannot be matched.
Every world is different. It is impossible for Destiny, who has just arrived in this world, to complete the theft of authority in a short period of time!
Bulkasso is very sure of this!
“…”
The first generation ancestor was stunned for a moment.
Rasma on the side directly spread her hands.
That look was like saying "I was going to tell him, but he wouldn't listen."
“My brother was almost strangled to death by fate. I can understand his fear.
There is no way around this.
That battle back then was a bit tragic. .
But since you know this, why do you ask our poor father?”
Rasma finally took over the reins of the conversation.
“Because you have to challenge fate! I can’t tell which is higher or lower, fate or time, but I know that both are equally difficult!
And both I think there is a certain connection between them.
There happens to be a weak destiny here. If I don't challenge him, should I try to challenge a stronger and healthier time?
If it were you, if the time of this world appeared weakly in front of you.
Aren’t you tempted? "
Bulkessor's tone was a little contemptuous.
He did not make any modifications to his approach.
He also thought that this approach was a bit excessive.
But if the person who has such an opportunity is the first ancestor of Rasma and the barbarians, then they will never let go of this opportunity.
The only problem now is that this weak destiny is the first ancestor and the father of Rasma...
“We will also be tempted, not just us, but those archangels will be tempted.
Although they have a close relationship with our father, they are definitely not harmonious.
If possible, they would definitely want to take their destiny into their own hands.
But we can't watch you torture our father.
Don’t get me wrong, this has nothing to do with feelings, although it still has some relationship. "
Rasma smiled gently.
It was just the smile that appeared on his pale face that looked a little bit penetrating.
"Reason and the price you can pay.
It must at least include the memory of your confrontation with fate! ”
Bulkessault made the concession, which can also be said to be to get more information.
This kind of information has no risk to Bulkesso.
< br>If you have the opportunity, you will never miss it.
“Sorry, memory is impossible.
It's not that this memory is precious, nor that it will disappear.
But because you are Bulcasso, we cannot share the memories of that year with you. ”
Rasma was very humble about this, and his face was so sincere that no one would suspect that he was lying.
Bulkessor nodded and expressed his understanding.
There was absolutely no need for Rasma to deceive him on this matter.
"Let me change my request.
What is Lilith going to do?
Or what are you praying for when you say 'Mother of Grace, save us'?"
Bulkessor's question made Rasma's expression change slightly.
Through the information transmitted by Natsubo, Bulcaisuo knew what happened at that time.
I also knew that Rasma finally knelt beside Lilith as if she had turned back into her mother's good baby.
But there is not that big a gap in strength between the two people!
At least not to the point where one person needs to kneel down to show submission.
And in Bulkesso’s sight, it was definitely not a child’s admiration for his mother!
More like a sycophant showing flattery in front of the king who has control of everything!
This is inconsistent with Rasma’s identity as the founder of Rasma’s priestly profession!
“This is my family’s private matter, and I really can’t tell you.
Although you have the blood of your eldest brother in your body, you also know it.
There is a difference between having similar blood and relatives.”
Rasma’s hands were tucked into her sleeves again.
Bulkesso observed the changes in Rasma's body.
"If you plan to pull out the scythe from your sleeve, I suggest you think about it for a while.
Just like your brother cannot defeat me now, you don't have the ability to defeat me. Possibly.
Even without these seeds of authority, you cannot defeat me.
Your balance is the one granted by Israel.
But you and I both know that this balance is based on Israel's authority.
And my complete control of nature is enough to make you return without success, and you may even be pushed to the ground and beaten violently by me.
Unless you plan to share adversity with your brother! ”
Bulkessor’s words became more and more rude.
What Bulkesso said seemed to be some kind of fact.
It also contains strong self-confidence.
Hearing this, Rasma took out his sickle.
“A question from you before.
You said that the fate of living here cannot be as strong as it was back then.
But have you forgotten that I have a way? Is the equipment made from my father's body?
Although the power contained there is not enough for father to defeat you now.
Even if the three of us attack together, we may fail miserably.
But you will not be able to find our father's whereabouts again.
Destiny is unpredictable.
Absolutely everything he does makes sense.
Although my brother and I don’t know if he really knows everything.
But at least we have seen how powerful he is. ”
Rasma’s words are already a threat of death.
Bulkessor does not intend to spend a lot of time searching for traces of Inaris again.
< br>But I won’t let this opportunity go just like this.
"What can you come up with to convince me?"
Bulkasso once again made a little concession.
As long as Rasma doesn’t mean to get a beating, she should just give up.
The next step is to see what price Rasma is willing to pay.
As for the part of life authority that still remains in the body of the first ancestors,
Bulkesso had no interest in this.
“I can make Nephalem’s team stronger.
Although they are Rasma’s priests, they are no worse than the Necromancers founded by Teacher Tageo.
Anyway, you have already considered us as the same profession.
Also, I can help you recall a lot of things.
And it can help you face Diavolo!
I know you locked away your fears in order to defeat Diavolo.
But you and I are not weak, and we know very well how important a complete soul and emotion are. ”
Rasma raised a price again.
But this price is still not enough to satisfy Bulkesso.
"These are not necessary for me.
I am just the immortal king of the barbarians, not the immortal king of the Nephalem!
It is enough for me to be responsible for the continuation of the barbarians.
As for the ideal of strengthening all Nephalem, it has nothing to do with me.
What else can you offer?”
Bulkesso's words made Rasma laugh.
It’s very interesting to talk about what you can come up with.
Bulkasso planned to accept the price raised by Rasma this time, but thought it was not enough.
That's why the word "huan" appears.
“I can provide you with an additional piece of news that you want to know.
As long as this news has nothing to do with fate, I can find the answer for you.
Maybe I am the only one who can contact our mother now, after all.
Yes, he is here.
This information is also part of the price I gave you. ”
Rasma remains calm.
The first generation ancestor is now focusing his attention on Inaris lying on the ground.
Perhaps he did not expect that his father, who was so powerful that he almost collapsed, would have such an embarrassing day.
“I have another question.
Is what you plan to do to Inarius similar to what I am going to do?
If it were just you Lars If it were Ma, I wouldn't ask this question.
But there is another barbarian ancestor over there.
Barbarians are always grudges about inconclusive battles.
I have not seen any exceptions to this. ”
Bulkessor’s voice began to take on a sense of oppression.
A burst of momentum began to emerge.
This is the last question and the one that determines the outcome of this conversation!
(End of this chapter)