"What's the matter with you?"

Bulkelso squinted at the first ancestor in front of him.

"...I fucking!"

The first generation Bulkelso couldn't hold back his swearing.

There are really not many good-tempered barbarians...

"Brother, calm down!"

Rathma stood there and said lazily.

"Why don't you **** hold me!?"

The first Bulkelso pointed at Rathma's nose and yelled!

"No need, you just have a bad temper and you're not a fool.

You can't beat him. "

Rathma remained indifferent.

This kind of performance made the blood pressure of the first generation Bulkeso a little bit higher.

"So I asked why you didn't hold me back!?"

The hand of the first Bulkelso who pointed to Rathma's nose was trembling.

The whole person is a little red.

"Are you talking about cross talk?

Don't bother me if it's okay! I still have work to do! "

Bulkeso tore Inaris off the cross.

Then a portal is about to open!

"Don't go! We'll tell you what you want to ask!"

The first Bulk Casso shouted helplessly.

In addition to the suppressed anger, there was a bit of grievance in the voice.

He has never been so angry in his life, and this time he has learned a lot.

"Oh, then you can predict what I will have for dinner."

Bul-Kelso dragged Inarius by one leg and squinted at the First Patriarch.

There was disdain in his eyes.

This kind of disdain is because Bulkelso is dissatisfied with the first ancestor, the guy who limited the life of his friend.

The three ancestors of the barbarians once chose to climb the holy mountain with a strong sense of responsibility and faith.

But what about the result?

The result is that they all look like fools, and most of the time can only stay on it as a stone statue.

If you want to see the outside world, you have to rely on other barbarians to use the skill of ancestor summoning.

Perhaps the three ancestors did not regret their choice.

But as a friend, it was impossible for Bulkelso to act as though nothing had happened.

Before he became the Immortal King, the holy mountain was rebuilt.

Then relative freedom was given to the three ancestors.

The ancestors of the first generation must have been stronger than Bulkelso at that time, but his methods were so cruel.

For the sake of friends, Bulkelso would not have much affection for the first ancestors.

"I've come to tell you about fate.

Are you sure just take a guess at what you're having for dinner? "

The expression of the first ancestor was teasing.

A "I'll only answer one question for you" look.

"If you guess wrong, I'll push you to the ground and beat you up in front of your father!"

Bulkelso's hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist.

He didn't mean to be joking.

That's what he planned to do to Inarius in the first place.

"Brother, you can't beat him.

So you better not talk nonsense. "

Rathma put his hands directly into his cuffs.

It was as if this matter was of no concern to him.

"You intend to hit me with my weapon?"

The glasses of the first ancestor stared like copper bells.

It's a pity his glasses don't shoot lightning shrewdness...

On the contrary, it looks a little naive.

"Boom~kuang~"

The two heavy weapons were thrown directly to the ground in front of the first ancestors.

Then Bull Casso acted like I let you.

"Your weapon, I will fight you with my fist.

It just so happened that I was also afraid of accidentally killing you. "

Bulkeso picked his ear with his free hand.

"Can you put my dad down first?

If you really push him, the result is something none of us want to see.

He almost strangled me back then. "

The ancestor of the first generation let out a long breath and calmed down his mood.

"How about I hang your father on the cross again?"

Bulkelso's words are a bit hurtful... although he is really looking for the opinion of the first generation ancestors.

But for Inarius, Bulkelso didn't have the slightest favor!

Fate brought the barbarian a prophet, so that the barbarian could know what to do early.

But the sad prophet was not really happy.

It can even be said to be very aggrieved.

"Give him to Rathma, Rathma won't let him go.

As for what you want to know, I can probably guess.

You just want to try to see if you can resist fate.

We tried it back then, and the results were neither good nor bad.

But at least it can give you a reference goal. "

The first-generation ancestor tried to speak in the calmest tone of his own.

"You didn't win, but neither did fate.

But I have reason to think that you at that time were far less powerful than me now.

I've collected almost all of the Helllord's powers, though strictly speaking they're just seeds.

But the seeds are merging little by little.

There is also the power given by the archangels, which is also promoting this change.

I am not a great demon god, nor am I a combination of archangels.

But you may call me my lord if you like. "

Bulkelso made a bad joke to show his status by the way.

If it weren't for this cold joke that wasn't funny at all, the first ancestor might have shown a gratified smile.

"Our fathers are the embodiment of destiny.

But because he didn't choose to be a part of fate.

That's why he looks so weak.

We saw fate in its own right then.

And then paid a painful enough price.

All this comes at a price.

I don't want you to make the same mistakes as us! "

The first ancestors were very serious, even earnest enough.

It's just that Rathma is still casual.

"Then let me ask you, is the land you are stepping on now a sanctuary?

Or do you think that a destiny that has lost its own world can still be powerful and unrivaled? "

Burkesso frowned.

He didn't quite understand the concerns of the first ancestors in front of him.

The world has changed, and there is no reason why another world's destiny should remain unrivaled.

Every world is different, and the fate that has just come to this world is impossible to complete the theft of authority in a short period of time!

Bulkelso is very sure of this!

"..."

The first ancestor was stunned for a moment.

Rathma on one side spread his hands directly.

That look is like saying "I was going to tell him, but he won't listen".

"My brother was almost strangled by fate, and I can understand his fear.

This is also impossible.

That battle was a bit tragic back then.

It's just that since you know this, why do you press our poor father? "

Rathma finally took over the initiative of the conversation.

"Because you have to challenge fate!

Tanise, I don't know which is better, fate or time, but I know that both are equally difficult!

And I think there is a certain connection between the two.

There happens to be a weak fate here, if I don't challenge him, should I try to challenge a stronger and healthier time?

In your case, if the time of this world weakly appeared in front of you.

Wouldn't you be tempted? "

Bulkeso's tone was a little contemptuous.

He did not add any repairs to his practice.

I also think this approach is a little too much.

But if the people who had such an opportunity were the first ancestors of Rathma and the barbarians, they would never miss this opportunity.

The only problem now is that this weak Destiny is the father of the First Patriarch and Rathma...

"We will also be tempted, not only us, those archangels will be tempted.

Although their relationship with our father is relatively close, it is definitely not harmonious.

If possible, they would definitely want to take their fate 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 there is still some relationship. "

Rathma smiled softly.

It's just that the smile that appeared on his pale face seemed a bit pervasive.

"The reason and the price you can pay.

Among them must at least include the memories of your confrontation with fate back then! "

Bulkelso made a concession, it can also be said to get more information.

This kind of information is not the slightest risk for Bulkelso.

If you have the opportunity, you will never miss it.

"Sorry, memory is impossible.

It's not how precious this memory is, nor is it that it will disappear.

It's because you are Bulkelso, so we can't share the memories of that year with you. "

Rathma was very humble about this, and his face was so sincere that no one would suspect that he was lying.

Burkasso nodded, expressing his understanding.

Rasma had absolutely no need to deceive him in this matter.

"I make another request.

What is Lilith going to do?

Or what are you praying for when you say, 'Mother of Grace, save us'? "

Rasma's expression changed a little at Burkasso's question.

Through the information passed by Nazebo, Bulkelso knew what happened at that time.

He also knew that Rathma finally knelt beside Lilith as if he had turned back into that mother's good baby.

But there is not such a big gap in strength between the two!

At least not to the point where one needs to kneel in submission.

And in Bulkelso's sight, that is definitely not the child's admiration for his mother!

It's more like a courtier expressing flattery in front of a king who has everything under control!

This is not in line with Rathma's status as the founder of Rathma's sacrificial profession!

"This is a private matter of my family, it is really difficult for me to tell you.

Although you have the legacy of your elder brother's blood in your body, you also know it.

There are still differences between blood similarities and relatives. "

Rathma's hand was stuffed into the sleeve again.

Burkasso observes the changes in Rasma's body.

"If you're going to pull the scythe out of your sleeve, I suggest you think a little bit.

Just as it is impossible for your brother to defeat me now, you also do not have the possibility of defeating me.

Even if you don't get these seeds of authority, it's impossible for you to overcome me.

Your balance is the balance given to you by Yzreal.

But you and I both know that this balance is based on Yzreal's authority.

And what I have completely mastered is naturally enough to make you return without success, and you will even be beaten on the ground by me.

Unless you plan to share troubles with your brother! "

Bulkelso's words became more and more impolite.

What Bulkelso said seemed to be some kind of truth.

Also contains a strong self-confidence.

After hearing this, Rasma drew out his sickle.

"One of your previous questions.

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 set of equipment made of my father's body?

Although the power contained there is not enough for father to defeat you now.

Even if the three of us make a shot together, we may fail miserably.

But you won't be able to find any trace of our father anymore.

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've seen how powerful he is. "

Rathma's words are already considered a threat of death.

Bulkasso didn't intend to spend a lot of time trying to retrace the trail of Inarius.

But he won't let go of this opportunity just like that.

"What can you come up with to convince me?"

Bulkelso made a small concession again.

As long as Rathma didn't deliberately want to be beaten up, then he should just let it go.

The next thing is to see what price Rathma is willing to pay.

As for the authority of the part of life that still remains in the body of the first ancestors,

Bulkelso had no interest in that.

"I was able to make the Nephalem team even bigger.

Although it is a priest of Rathma, it is no worse than the Necromancer created by Mr. Tagao.

Anyway, you have already counted us as the same profession.

Also, I can help you recall a lot of things.

And it can help you face Diablo!

I know you blocked your fear in order to defeat Diablo.

But you and I are not weak and know how important a whole soul and emotions are. "

Rathma made an offer again.

It's just that the price is still not enough to satisfy Bulkelso.

"These are not essentials for me.

I am only 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 barbarian.

As for the ideal of growing all nephalem, it has nothing to do with me.

What else can you come up with? "

Rasma laughed at Bulkeso's words.

It is very interesting to say what "yet" can come up with.

Burkasso intends to accept the price proposed by Rasma this time, but thinks that these are not enough.

That's why the word "return" appears.

"I can provide one 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.

After all, maybe only I can contact our mother now.

Yes, here he is.

This information is also one of the prices I give you. "

Rasma remained calm.

And the ancestor of the first generation is now focusing his attention on Inaris who is lying on the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ Perhaps he did not expect that the powerful father who nearly collapsed him would be so embarrassed day.

"I have one more question.

Is what you intend to do to Inarius similar to what I have to do?

If it was just you Rathma, I wouldn't ask this question.

But there's also a barbarian ancestor over there.

Barbarians are always bitter about a battle that ends without result.

I haven't seen any exceptions to this. "

Bulkelso'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 decides the outcome of this conversation!