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The first generation ancestors had feelings for their fathers.

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 again after you make time. "

Rasma shook her head, seeming to express her regret for the current situation.

"So there has been a connection between you and the Archangel for a long time?

Let me guess, it's the Prius? "

Bulkesso said casually.

Among the archangels, Israel has been taken away...

Tyrell simply disappeared.

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 on many things are exactly the same.

Among these guys, only Imprius is the kind of guy who likes to meddle in other people's business.

As long as it's a brave person he truly recognizes, Imprius will never begrudge his help.

And the two guys standing in front of Bulcaisuo at this time, no matter what they have 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 heyday and swear to resist.

This performance was 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 she was doing.

A face with kindness written all over it.

If it weren't for that pale face, he might easily 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. "

Bulkesso narrowed his eyes.

It seems that he wants 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 was trying to tell you was the exact opposite of what you knew.

Everything the archangels do should have no conflict with their own authority.

Or you could think that they do everything 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?

Humans can change their minds, but can’t archangels do the same? "

The first generation ancestor said with insufficient confidence.

He himself didn't really agree with his brother's ideas.

This will finally be the opportunity to speak out.

“If the archangel were human, I would approve of you.

But an archangel is an archangel. Have you forgotten what Tyrael did as a human?

He did not violate his justice.

Of course, you can say that he has not become a real person. "

Bulcasso 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.

"one person?

I have actually thought about it a long time ago, whether we Nephalem can still be considered one person.

Our lifespan is long, far longer than that of humans who have not awakened their power.

We are powerful 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 Bulquesso, what do you think is a real human being? "

Rasma suddenly became interested.

A series of words spewed out of his mouth like a barrage of words.

"It's none of my business?

A mammal with one head, one body, two hands and two legs that can walk upright.

It has its own language and society, and 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.

Anyway, I have no objection. "

Bulcaisel clenched his fists.

There was a series of bone rubbing sounds coming 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 anything bad about it, 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."

Lasma said with a little regret.

"What do you think wisdom is?"

Burkeso tilted his head and looked at Lasma and asked.

"It is a way to solve problems, a plan to deal with problems, and the optimal solution."

Lasma seemed to give an answer without much thought.

"Then my fist can also be called wisdom.

So you will respect and worship my fist?

Well, this example is not very good, because you have to respect my fist.

But you should understand what I mean?"

Burkeso's mouth corners pulled up.

That expression was like seeing some valuable prey.

When Burkeso and the three ancestors went hunting together, they had this expression when they saw the big guys.

"Your fist is not the optimal solution."

Lasma's mouth twitched twice.

He finally found that he had fallen into the atmosphere that Burkeso was used to in the rhythm of the conversation.

But for a while, he didn't think of any good solution.

"When facing a guy who wants to kill you, fists are the best solution.

Wisdom is choosing the right method under the right circumstances.

As for your complicated thinking, it's more like knowledge.

So Lasma, you haven't been constantly trying to get closer to your mother since you left her?"

As soon as Bul-Kathos spoke, the first ancestor immediately looked at his brother with a serious face.

Compared to Inarius, Lilith is more dangerous...

Inarius is relatively safe before reaching the most extreme state.

But Lilith is not!

Lilith is still dangerous no matter what time it is!

This includes Lilith's love!

Lilith's love for children is also dangerous!

Knowledge only tells her what to do to get the results she needs.

But it doesn't tell Lilith what this approach will lead to in the process of implementation.

The first ancestor will become cautious and full of vigilance when facing his father.

But when facing Lilith, it is simply hostility and defense!

"Lasma, I didn't ask before.

Is the part you told me the only thing you wanted to ask mother for help?"

The first ancestor began to interrogate his younger brother again.

From his appearance, if he couldn't get the answer through words, he would resort to force like Bul-Kathos.

Should we say that he is worthy of being the ancestor of the barbarians?

The choices are so similar...

"You are really not smart.

But it doesn't matter, I can tell you about my brother.

I did ask mother for help in other aspects.

But it is the most stupid thing for you to ask me this question at this time.

You don't think that Bul-Kathos over there will join you in attacking me because of this result, right?

He should be very willing to watch a drama where brothers have to fight because of different ideas.

If you are smart, you will leave this question until we rescue our father.

Then the two of us can fight under the witness of our father.

And no one will die, isn't that good?"

Lasma sighed after saying this.

Then he freed his hands from his sleeves.

He already held a sickle in his hands.

"Pah~"

With the sound of a person hitting the ground, Inarius was thrown directly to the ground in front of Lasma.

"Here, your father.

You can fight under his witness now.

Anyway, I won't die, and I am willing to spend some time to watch.

Let's get started. I have black bread and wine.

I have prepared snacks for watching the battle.

You don't have to worry about me jumping onto the stage to get beaten by you two actors because I am happy to watch."

Bul-Kathos pushed his palm and urged Lasma to hurry up to carry out the brotherly battle he mentioned.

It is human nature to watch the excitement...

There is really nothing to say about this.

"You, is there something wrong here?"

The first ancestor looked at Inarius who was struggling to get up on the ground, and asked Bul-Kathos cautiously, pointing his finger at his head.

"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 bluntly, it's useless for you to worry."

Bul-Kathos sat cross-legged on the ground while speaking.

That means he has made up his mind to watch the fun.

"I take back my evaluation of your wisdom.

But I keep my own opinion. I still don't think your fist can solve everything."

The head of the sickle in Lasma's hand hung at his feet, and he looked at Bulkatho with a little more caution.

Everything since they met Bulkatho did not go the way they wanted.

This situation is very telling.

If Lasma still thinks he can control everything, then he is the stupidest idiot.

"Indeed, fists can't make a person fall in love with you.

But it can definitely make a person 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've 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 there is no problem with their intelligence."

The first ancestor said something as if to emphasize.

Then came Bulcasso's dissatisfied look.

After all, there is a saying that goes like this:

“The more you emphasize something, the more you value it.”

The words of the first generation ancestor always make people feel that he seems to be lacking in wisdom.

"Well, father, we meet again.

Although your body has been worn on my body, you should also know my love for you.

But 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 were meant to be as naturally strong as your brothers and sisters.

But I don't think I did anything wrong.

You have accomplished more than I have ever seen. "

Inarius's posture was uncomfortable to watch.

But when he spoke, his tone was full of fatherly love.

There is nothing false about this kind of care.

"Brother, now that father is back.

Then let’s take him and leave, shall we? "

There was some trembling in the voice of the first generation ancestor.

He seemed to know something, but he wasn't 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.

The savages are a people favored by their father and fate.

And you are the ancestor of 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 with compassion on her face!

The next moment, the sickle crossed the sky!

A drop of blood sprinkled on the ground!

Inaris' life is ended!

"Yes, when a weak destiny stands in front of us.

We will definitely seize the opportunity to try to challenge destiny!

This is not only your choice, but so do we.

Bulcaisel, I am willing to trade the legendary suit that I have long been accustomed to wearing in exchange for my father's life.

That's because I also want a chance to challenge the weakest fate.

None of this is much of a challenge though.

But now, I have received the seeds of my father’s power.

The last war we fought with my father was about 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 suit. "

Following Rasma's voice, the flesh and blood of Inaris' corpse began to dry up!

Then it gradually transformed into the legendary suit.

Only this time, this legend is no longer pure white.

Instead, it was dyed with a somewhat blood-red halo.

“In this case, I have nothing to be polite about.

Then let’s call it ‘The Unfilial Son of Inaris’.

It tells people in the future directly what story this suit represents. "

Bulcasso glanced at the crystal dome behind him, his voice full of disdain!

"Rasma!"

The first generation ancestor finally let out an angry roar!

The uncontrollable 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 reborn in the higher 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 Rasma's hand flashed with blood, and then merged with the "Unfilial Son of Inarius" suit!

The name of the scythe was originally Tag'o's Fang.

It is Rathma’s teacher, the founder of the Necromancer, and the seventh legend left by Tageo!