Chapter 851 Brand new suit! The unfilial son of Inarius!
The first generation ancestors had feelings for their father.
And the relationship between them is actually not bad at all.
If he had no choice back then, the first generation ancestor would not have chosen to challenge his father.
“We need him and we need destiny.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't leave the higher heaven before, we would have taken him away at that time.
You won't let him cause trouble for you after you make time. "
Rasma shook his head, seeming to express his regret for the current situation.
"So there has been a connection between you and the Archangel for a long time?
Let me guess, is it because of the Prius? ”
Bulkesso said casually.
Among the archangels, Israel has been taken away...
Tyriel is even gone.
There are only three archangels that still exist.
Courage comes from Prius, hope comes from Auriel, and wisdom comes from Malthael.
Although Malthael turned himself into two entities: wisdom and death.
But the practices and ideas of many things are exactly the same.
Among these guys, only Prius is the kind of guy who likes to meddle in other people's business.
As long as it is a brave person that he truly recognizes, Prius will never begrudge his help.
At this time, the two guys standing in front of Bulcasso, no matter what they had done.
But they are all well-deserved brave men.
These two guys are brave men who dare to stand in front of fate in its prime and swear to resist.
This performance is enough for Imprius to give them a little preferential treatment.
“Just chatting for a while.
That guy just admires us, but his feelings for you are friendship.
I have to say that this made us all feel envious, even a little bit jealous. ”
Rasma stopped what he was doing.
A face full of kindness.
If it weren’t for that too pale face, he might It’s easy to gain the trust and favor of others.
“Friendship, you must have misunderstood something.
Imprius and I are friends, but not Courage.
Although I don't understand why you haven't figured out for so long that the archangels and the rules they represent cannot be confused.
But I want to remind you that what they do is not necessarily what those authorities want. ”
Bulkessor narrowed his eyes.
It seemed that he wanted to hide his inner thoughts in this way.
By the way, I can observe the performance of Rasma and the first ancestors.
“This is a big surprise.
What I wanted to tell you is exactly the opposite of what you know.
What the Archangels should do is There is no conflict with their own authority.
Or you can think that everything they do is what the authority wants them to do. ”
Rasma was a little surprised.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
The two sides have completely different opinions on the issue of archangels.
This must mean that one party is wrong.
“Anyone with self-will must be complicated.
Why do you think archangels have fixed personalities?
Human beings will change their minds, can’t archangels do the same? "
The first generation ancestor said with lack of confidence.
He himself did not agree with his brother's ideas.
This would be the opportunity to finally express his knowledge. .
"If the archangel were a human being, I would recognize you.
But the archangel is an archangel. Have you forgotten what Tyrell did as a human being?
He didn't It goes against his justice.
Of course, you can say that he has not become a real person."
Bulkessor bared his teeth.
This expression is a bit ugly, like the threat of a stray dog.
Although it is not very decent, even a little embarrassing.
But this was enough to shut up the first ancestors.
“A person?
I have actually thought about it a long time ago, whether we Nephalem can still be considered a person.
Our lifespan is long, far longer than that of humans who have not awakened their power.
Our power is strong enough to rival angels and demons.
The most important thing is that we ourselves don’t know when our life span will end.
Sometimes I feel that only when I die and complete a complete reincarnation of life can I be sure that I am a human being.
So Bulcaisel, what do you think is a real person? ”
Rasma suddenly became interested.
A series of words spewed out of his mouth like a barrage of words.
“None of my business does it matter?
A mammal with one head, one body, two hands and two legs that can walk upright.
Has its own language and Society also knows how to use tools
I generally call this kind of existence a human being.
If you have to argue with me, chimpanzees and the like can also meet this condition.
Then I can call you chimpanzee.
I have no objection anyway. ”
Bulkessor squeezed his fist.
A series of bone rubbing sounds were made from the fist.
In fact, this kind of joint snapping is not a good thing.
The relaxation you feel after it happens actually promotes the blood circulation of capillaries...
But if there is any disadvantage, although there are disadvantages, they are not particularly obvious. .
“Well, it’s better not to do anything complicated when dealing with barbarians.
Although you are smarter than my brother, you don't seem to have any extra thoughts about wisdom. "
Rasma said with a hint of regret.
"Then what do you think wisdom is? "
Bulkeso tilted his head and looked at Rasma and asked.
"It is a way to solve the problem, a plan to deal with the problem, and the optimal solution. ”
Rasma seemed to give an answer without much thought.
“Then my fist can also be called wisdom.
So you will respect and admire my fist?
Okay, this example is not very good, because You have to respect my fist.
But you should understand what I mean, right?”
The corners of Bulcaisel's mouth twitched upward.
That expression was like seeing something valuable prey.
When Bulcaisuo went hunting with his three ancestors, he had this look on his face when he saw the big guy.
"Your fist is not the optimal solution."
The corners of Rasma's mouth twitched twice.
He finally found that in the rhythm of the conversation he had fallen into the atmosphere that Bulqueso was accustomed to.
I just didn’t think of any good solution for a while.
“When facing a guy who wants to kill you, fists are the best solution.
Wisdom is choosing the right method in the right situation.
< br>As complicated as you think, it's more like knowledge
So Rasma, have you ever wanted to be closer to your mother after you left her? "
As soon as Bulcaisel's words came out, the first generation ancestor immediately looked at his younger brother with a serious face.
Compared to Inarius, Lilith is more dangerous...< br>
Inaris is relatively safe until it reaches its most extreme state
But Lilith is not!
No matter what time it is, Lilith is still in danger!
Including Lilith’s love!
Lilith’s love for children is also dangerous!
Knowledge just tells her what to do to get the results she needs.
But Lilith will not be told what will happen during the implementation of this approach.
The first generation ancestors would become cautious and wary when facing their father.
But when facing Lilith, it is simple hostility and defense!
"Rasma, I didn't ask before.
Is it really only the part you told me about what you want to ask your mother for help?" The first generation ancestor began to ask himself again Brother.
It looked like if he couldn't get the answer through words, he would resort to force just like Bulcaisel.
Should we be called the ancestors of barbarians?
The choices are all so similar...
“You are really not smart.
But it doesn’t matter, I can tell you my brother.
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I did ask my mother for help in other areas.
But if you ask me this question at this time, that is the stupidest thing.
You don’t think that Bulcasso over there will join you in attacking me because of this result, do you?
He should be very willing to watch a drama where brothers have to fight because of different ideas.
If you were smart, you would leave this question until we rescued father.
Then the two of us can fight in front of our father.
And no one will die, isn’t that bad? "
Rasma let out a long sigh after saying that.
Then he freed his hands from his sleeves.
There was already a sickle in his hand.
"Pa~"
With the sound of someone hitting the ground, Inaris was thrown directly to the floor in front of Rasma.
“Here, your father.
You can now fight under his witness.
You won’t die anyway, and I am willing to spend some time to see it. Look.
Let's start. I've got black bread and wine.
I have prepared snacks for watching the game.
You don’t have to worry about me jumping on the stage to beat you two actors because I’m so happy. "
Bulkessor pushed his palm, urging Rasma to hurry up and start what he called a brotherly war.
It is human nature to watch the fun...
There's really not much to say about it.
“Are you, is there something wrong here?”
The first generation ancestor looked at Inaris struggling to get up on the ground, and cautiously pointed at his head and asked. Bulkeso.
“I don’t know, I don’t know what is wrong with a person with an incomplete soul.
But don’t worry, these are not things you need to worry about.
To put it harshly, it is useless for you to worry. "
While speaking, Burquesso sat cross-legged on the ground.
That way he made up his mind to watch the fun.
"I take back my comment. Your wise comment.
But I reserve my opinion. I still don’t think your fist can solve everything. ”
The head of the scythe in Rasma's hand hung down at his feet, and his eyes looked at Bulcaisuo with a little more caution.
Everything from the moment they met Bulcaisel did not go the way they hoped.
This situation is already very illustrative.
If Rasma still thinks he has control over everything, then he is the biggest idiot.
“Indeed, fists cannot make a person fall in love with you.
But you can definitely make someone hate you.
But maybe fists can sometimes make onlookers fall in love with you?
The fist is my wisdom.
It solves most of the problems I encountered in Sanctuary.
Even now, he can still solve most of the problems I encounter. ”
For the sake of Rasma's previous words, Bulkesso said one more thing.
"Barbarians are just a little rough and have no intellectual problems."
The first ancestor said as if to emphasize.
Then came Bulcaisuo’s dissatisfied look.
After all, there is a saying that goes like this:
"The more you emphasize something, the more you attach importance to it."
The words of the first generation ancestor always make people feel that he seems to be lacking in wisdom.
"Then father, we meet again.
Although I have worn your body, you should also know my love for you.
It's just you Do you still remember everything fate has done to us? ”
Rathma put the edge of the scythe under Inaris' neck.
Using the gentlest force that could not cut Inaris' skin, he forced Inaris to raise his head high!
“Rasma, I’m sorry.
You should have been born as strong as your brothers and sisters.
But I don’t think I did anything wrong.
You have accomplished more than I have ever seen. ”
Inaris’ posture looked uncomfortable.
But when he spoke, his tone was full of fatherly love.
This kind of The care is not false at all.
"Brother, now that my father is back.
Then let’s take him and leave, shall we? "
The voice of the first generation ancestor was trembling.
He seemed to know something, but he was not sure.
"Brother, you know.
You always knew what I was going to do.
But why are you never willing to stop me?
Just like when we first challenged our father,
You can obviously prevent this from happening.
Barbarians are a group of people favored by their father and destiny.
And you are the ancestor of the barbarians.
To say that you cannot be like a prophet among the barbarians is the biggest joke.
Brother, why do you think I will stop when things get to this point? "
Rasma spoke, her face full of compassion!
The next moment, the sickle cut across the sky!
A drop of blood sprinkled on the ground!< br>
Inaris' life is ended!
“Yes, when a weak fate stands in front of us.
We will definitely seize the opportunity to try to challenge fate!
This is not only true for you This choice is the same for us.
Bulkeso, I am willing to trade the legendary suit that I am accustomed to wearing in exchange for my father's life.
That's because I also want a chance to challenge the weakest fate.
Although all this is not much of a challenge.
But now, I have received the seeds of my father's power.
The last war we fought with my father was for the seeds of destiny.
The final result is this legendary set called 'The Grace of Inaris'.
The war that cost several of my brothers and sisters.
Under the forging of big brother, I turned into this legendary suit that belongs to me.
Only now is it truly complete!
To thank you, I invite you to name this reborn set. ”
With Rathma’s voice, the flesh and blood of Inaris’ body began to dry up!
Then it gradually transformed into the legendary suit.
Only this time, this legend is no longer pure white.
But it was dyed with a blood-red halo.
“In this case, I have nothing to be polite about.
Then just call it ‘The Unfilial Son of Inaris’.
It tells people in the future directly what story this suit represents. "
Bulkeso glanced at the crystal dome behind him, his voice full of disdain!
"Rasma! "
The first generation ancestor finally let out an angry roar!
The irrepressible anger in his body finally burst out of his body!
In just an instant, the high-level heaven was dyed red with anger!
“Brother, my father’s soul is being re-gestated in the high-level heaven.
It’s just that he has lost the seed of destiny and will no longer become the archangel of fate that strangles your throat.
You should be happy
It just takes a while to wait.
You've waited a long time, and there's nothing wrong with waiting a little longer. "
The scythe in Rathma's hand flashed with blood, and then merged with the "Unfilial Son of Inarius" suit!
The name of the scythe was originally called Tower Geo's Corroded Fang
It is the seventh legend left by Tageo, the teacher of Rathma and the founder of the Necromancer!
(End of this chapter)