Chapter 977 The secret between brothers
“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, Bulcaisuo didn't really approve of what I did back then. It makes me a little embarrassed that you talked about this topic with me in front of him."
Vulu Si Ke waved his hand, his sitting posture was still loose.
Anyway, he is not the Immortal King now, and he does not care whether his image will embarrass the barbarians.
On the contrary, Bulkesso had already sat up straight when Rasma walked into the Elders' Temple.
"I thought barbarians should be close to each other."
Rasma joked.
“This is not necessarily true. Who in this life has not kept a few secrets that cannot be revealed to the light?”
Warusk’s noncommittal tone made Rasma’s original words disappear. Choking in the stomach.
“Well, I don’t think Rasmah came to Harrogas to reminisce about the past, so tell me about your purpose.”
Bulcaisel lowered his voice slightly to make his words appear more weighty.
"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?"
Las Ma 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 come to Harrogath earlier, you can still see him. But now he is already in the middle of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath."< br>
Warusk said with a slightly threatening tone.
This is a reminder that he and Rasma have some friendship, but no one knows the extent of the friendship between Warusk and Rasma.
Except for each other, of course.
“This is not good news, but I think Bulkesso should be able to solve this problem.
Hiss, to be honest, this name may be just a name to you, but I feel a little uncomfortable calling him that.”
Rasma said pretending to be relaxed.
For Rathma, a name like Burqessor is not "the most powerful barbarian", but has 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 a little 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. ”
Bulkessor’s words also carry a threat.
Rathma’s style has always been a bit chaotic.
Although all the Nephalem know it This guy acted from the perspective of the Nephalem most of the time, but he must have his own little thoughts.
There is no way that Bulkatho is not guarded against Rathma.
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 her head slightly , as if asking this question cost him a lot of energy.
“Tsk, 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 reminds me of the time when you could only cuddle up to your mother."
The voice of the first generation ancestor rang.
"During those years, I can be said to be ignorant. It should be the best time for me."
Rasma said with a smile, but his smile at this time was a bit eerie. terror.
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 my mother’s point of view why she did this to you. In the end, the only reason I could think of was that my mother wanted to experience what it’s like for humans to raise children.
You You know, we are born strong.”
There was also a hint of reminiscence in the voices of the first generation ancestors.
The word 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 as if she was acting coquettishly to her brother.
Bolkesso 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, I can no longer tell my age accurately. "
But you are different, you have understood a lot of things early because of your weakness."
The voice of the first generation ancestor was sighing.
"I'm going to excuse 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 extremely lengthy for other Nephalem.
But Bulcasso did not have the time to just be a bystander.
"Okay, the grumpy Immortal King."
Rathma sneered. It was hard to tell whether he was disdainful of Bulcaisel's existence because of his long life.
Bulkessor 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 tatters. 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-generation ancestor said with self-mockery.
How sincere is Lilith’s feelings for her children?
This is a question that even the first-generation ancestors are confused about. Some are not sure.
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 powerful mother would betray the Burning Hell without love, and then come together with my father." Rasma frowned, It's just that he no longer has eyebrows at this time.
“Back then, you enjoyed the highest status in the Sanctuary. Vasily and I discussed whether this was because of my mother’s guilt towards you.
< br>In fact, my mother probably realized that Nephalem have unlimited potential from you.”
The first generation ancestor spoke slowly.
“Because I don’t want to be born as powerful as you, but through learning, I have gained the same power as you, or even surpassed you?”
Rasma’s face had a hint of sadness. Bitter.
"Rasma, I respect everything you have done for Sanctuary."
Bulkessor suddenly said.
"Shut up! Uldyssian!"
Rathma roared 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 said immediately, but his tone was calming down little by little.
"Well, if you become corrupted, I will not enlighten you. Also, I am Bulcasso now, and I bear the name of your brother.
When barbarians talk about the name 'Bulkess', they no longer even think about the glory of your brother! But I remembered how I defeated the devils of hell one after another. "
Bulkessor 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 make trouble with you, but if it comes to fighting, I won't be afraid! ”
Rasma was a little tougher, but the essence of her words was still soft.
"Bulkess, we are just listening, give them some time."
Warusk persuaded.
"I know, but I don't really want to know how many misfortunes the Nephalem encountered when they were born."
Bulkessor moved a little irritably, this was very rigid. The upright posture made him a little uncomfortable.
Worusk glanced at Bulkesso with a threatening look, and Bulkesso sighed and sat motionless on the throne again.
"Rasma, our mother's purpose is not pure, you should know."
The first generation 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.
It was just so that I, who is extremely weak compared to you, would not reveal my identity and appearance.
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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.
Bulkasso and Warusk couldn’t help but want to sigh.
Rasma probably got Lily. All of Silk's few loves.
During the Battle of Original Sin, the cloak on Rasma's body showed different expressions as his emotions changed. It was the embodiment of authority!
"I think your misunderstanding of your father probably started at that time, right?"
The first generation 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 this 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 is right."
The tone of the first generation ancestor 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 Isu, 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 Bulcaisso took away All the glory about this name, but it doesn't compare 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 tone of the first-generation ancestors became a little ferocious.
As part of the balance of authority passed through the holy mountain of Harrogas, the first-generation ancestors finally determined the behind-the-scenes story of Vasily’s gradual transformation into a beast. The Black Hand.
Isreal, the Archangel of Balance, was finally exposed
Although Israel had probably guessed the outcome and was even prepared for 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, so I did blame my father wrongly.
But I can't say that my father did nothing wrong."
The corners of Rasma's mouth rose. He stood up, this was his expression after being angry.
He himself doesn't pay attention to these small actions, and his brothers and sisters have 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 Heaven, Inarius still couldn’t forget that he was an angel.
Our mother saw our power Later, he wanted to use this power to rule the world, but my 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 Nephalem queen like an animal who can only survive on the breath of angels and demons?”
Rasma asked rhetorically.
"Perhaps he did not expect that Sanctuary would one day appear in the sights of high-level heaven and burning hell, probably..."
These words of the first generation ancestor are a bit of confidence. None.
“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 as bets on the gambling table!
“Perhaps he knew, or maybe he saw some hope of a turning point?”
The first generation ancestor sighed.
“Those who want to resist fate constantly rely on their own power to know fate.
How could he possibly resist fate itself? "
Rasma sneered.
(End of this chapter)