Dark Savages Come To the United States

The first ancestors had feelings for their fathers.

And the relationship between them is actually not bad at all.

If there was no other choice back then, the first ancestor would not have chosen to challenge his father.

"We need him and we need Destiny.

If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't leave the high heaven before, we would have taken him away at that time.

It's not like he's going to bother him after you've made time. "

Rasma shook his head, as if to express his regret for the current situation.

"So you have already had a connection with the archangel?

Let me guess, Imprius? "

Burkesso said casually.

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

Tyrell even disappeared immediately.

There are only three archangels still in existence.

Courage by Prius, Hope Auriel, Wisdom Malthael.

Although Masail turned himself into two individuals of wisdom and death.

But in many ways and ideas 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 is a brave man he truly recognizes, Imprius will never begrudge his help.

And the two guys standing in front of Bulkelso 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 the fate of the heyday and swear to resist.

This kind of performance is enough for Imprius to give them a little bit of preferential treatment.

"Just chatting for a while.

That guy is just admiration for us, but his feelings for you are friendship.

I have to say that this made us all feel envious, even a little jealous. "

Rathma stopped what he was doing.

Kindness written all over his face.

If it weren't for that pale face, he might easily gain the trust and favor of others.

"Friendship, you must have misunderstood something.

I'm friends with Imprius, 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 can't be confused.

But I want to remind you that what they do is not necessarily what those authorities want. "

Bulkeso narrowed his eyes.

It seems that he wants to hide his thoughts in this way.

By the way, I can observe the performance of Rathma and the first ancestors a little bit.

"It was a big surprise.

What I was going to tell you is the exact opposite of what you know.

The actions of the archangels should have no conflict with their own authority.

Or you can think that everything they do is what the authority wants them to do. "

Rathma was a little surprised.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The two sides have completely different views on the issue of the archangel.

This necessarily means that one side is wrong.

"As long as there is a guy with a self-will, it must be complicated.

Why do you have to think that Archangels are some sort of fixed personality?

Human beings will change their minds, so why not the archangels? "

The first ancestor said with a lack of confidence.

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

This will be the opportunity to finally find the opportunity to speak out their cognition.

"If the archangel were human, I would recognize you.

But an Archangel is an Archangel, have you forgotten what Tyrael does in his human form?

He has not violated his justice.

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

Bulkeso gritted his teeth.

This expression is a little ugly, like a threat from a stray dog.

Although it is not decent, even a little embarrassing.

But that was enough to shut up the first ancestors.

"one person?

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

Our lifespan is long, far exceeding that of humans without awakened powers.

We are powerful enough to rival angels and demons.

Most importantly, we ourselves don't know when our lifespan will end.

Sometimes I feel that only when I die and complete a complete cycle of life can I be sure that I am a human being.

So Bulkelso, what do you think a real person is? "

Rathma suddenly became interested.

A series of words spit out from his mouth like a cannonball.

"None of my business?

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

Has its own language and society, and knows how to use tools.

I generally call this kind of existence a human being.

You have to argue with me that chimpanzees and the like can also meet this condition.

Then I can call you a chimpanzee.

I have no problem anyway. "

Bulkeso squeezed his fist.

There was a series of bones rubbing against 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 the capillaries...

But if there is anything bad about it, although there are disadvantages, it is not particularly obvious.

"Well, sure enough, don't do anything complicated when dealing with barbarians.

Although you are smarter than my brother, you don't seem to have any superfluous thoughts about wisdom. "

Rasma said with a little regret.

"Then what do you think wisdom is?"

Burkasso tilted his head and looked at Rathma and asked.

"It is the way to solve the problem, the solution to the problem, and the optimal solution."

Rathma seemed to give an answer without much thought.

"Then my fist can also be called wisdom.

So you will respect and adore my fist?

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

But I mean you should understand, right? "

The corners of Bulkelso's mouth tugged upwards.

That expression was like seeing some valuable prey.

This is the expression that Bulkelso and the three ancestors saw when they went hunting together.

"Your fist is not the optimal solution."

Rathma's mouth twitched twice.

He finally found himself falling into the atmosphere that Bulkelso was accustomed to in terms of the rhythm of the conversation.

It's just that I didn't think of any good solution for a while.

"Fisting is the way to go against a guy who wants to kill you.

Wisdom is choosing the right method for the right situation.

As complicated as you think, it's more like knowledge.

So Rasma, don't you keep wanting to be closer to your mother after you left your mother? "

As soon as Bulkelso's words came out, the first ancestor also looked at his younger brother with a serious face.

Compared to Inaris, Lilith is more dangerous...

Inarius is relatively safe until he reaches the limit.

But not Lilith!

Lilith is still dangerous no matter what time it is!

Which includes Lilith Love!

Lilith's love for children is also dangerous!

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

However, they will not tell Lilith what will happen in the process of realizing this approach.

The first generation of ancestors will become cautious and full of vigilance when facing their own fathers.

But when facing Lilith, that is simple hostility and defense!

"Rasma, I didn't ask before.

Is it really only the part you told me that you wanted to ask your mother for help? "

The first ancestor began to question his younger brother again.

Judging from his appearance, if he can't get the answer through words, he will use force like Bulkelso.

Should it be said that he is the ancestor of the barbarians?

The choices are all so alike...

"You're really not smart.

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

I did turn to my mother for help in other ways.

But you ask me this question at this time, that is the most stupid.

Don't you think that Bull Kasso over there will fight me with you because of this result?

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

As long as you are smart, you will save this question after we rescued our father.

Then the two of us will be able to fight under the witness of our father.

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

Rasma let out a long sigh.

Then he freed his hands from his sleeves.

He already had a sickle in his hand.

"Crack~"

With the sound of a person slapping the ground, Inaris was thrown directly to the floor in front of Rathma.

"Here, your father.

You can now fight in his presence.

Anyway, I won't die, and I am willing to spend a little time to see it.

Come on, I have black bread and wine here.

I have prepared snacks for watching the game.

You don't have to worry about me jumping on the stage and beating you two actors. "

Bulkeso pushed his palm, urging Rathma to hurry up and engage in what he called a brother's battle.

It's human nature to watch the excitement...

That's really not much to say.

"You, is there something wrong here?"

The first ancestor looked at Inaris who was struggling to get up on the ground, and pointed to his head cautiously and asked Bulkeso.

"I don't know, I don't know what's 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 even if you worry about it. "

When Bulkelso spoke, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

In that way, he had made up his mind to watch the excitement.

"I take back my assessment of your intelligence.

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

The sickle head in Rasma's hand was hanging down at his feet, and he looked at Bulkeso with a little more caution in his eyes.

Everything from the moment they met Bul-Kelso hadn't worked out the way they'd hoped.

This situation is very illustrative.

If Rathma still thinks he's in control, he's the stupidest of fools.

"It is true that fists cannot make a man fall in love with you.

But it must be able to make a person hate you.

But maybe fists can sometimes make bystanders fall in love with you?

Fists are my wits.

It solves most of the problems I have encountered in Sanctuary.

Even now, he is still able to solve most of the problems I encounter. "

Burkasso said something more for the sake of what Rasma said earlier.

"The savages are just a little rough, there is nothing wrong with their intelligence."

The first ancestor said something as if emphasizing it.

Then in exchange for Bulkelso with a dissatisfied look.

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

"The more you emphasize something, the more you value it."

The first ancestor's words made people always feel that he seemed to be so lacking in wisdom.

"So father, we meet again.

Although I wear your former corpse on my body, you should also know my love for you.

Just do you remember what fate has done to us? "

Rathma placed the edge of the scythe under Inaris' neck.

With the softest force that can't cut Inaris' skin, Inaris is forced to raise his head high!

"Rasma, I'm sorry.

You were supposed to be as strong as your older brothers and sisters.

But I don't think I did anything wrong.

You have accomplished more than I have ever seen. "

Inarius' posture was uncomfortable to watch.

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

There is nothing false about this concern.

"Brother, since father is back.

Then we take him away, shall we? "

There was some tremor in the voice of the first 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 challenged our father for the first time,

You clearly could have prevented this from happening.

The savages are a race favored by their fathers and destiny.

And you are the ancestor of the barbarians.

To say you can't be like a prophet among those savages is the biggest joke.

Brother, why do you think that I will stop when things have come to this point? "

Rathma spoke with compassion on his face!

The next moment, the sickle crossed the sky!

A splash of blood spilled on the ground!

Inarius' life was ended!

"Yes, when a feeble fate stands before us.

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

This is not only your choice, but also ours.

Bulkelso, I am willing to use the legendary suit I am used to wearing in exchange for my father's life.

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

Although all this is not a challenge.

But now, I have the seed of my father's strength.

The last time we fought with my father was for the seeds of destiny.

The final result is this legendary set called 'Blessing of Inarius'.

The war that cost several of my brothers and sisters.

Under the forging of my elder brother, it turned into this legendary suit that belongs to me.

It's not really complete until now!

As a thank you, I invite you to name this revived set. "

With the voice of Rathma, the flesh and blood of Inaris' corpse began to dry up!

Then it gradually changed into the appearance of that legendary suit.

Only this time, the legendary body is no longer pure white.

Instead, it was stained with a blood-red halo.

"In that case, I have nothing to be polite about.

Then call it 'The Unfilial Son of Inarius'.

Straightforwardly told the future people what story this suit represents. "

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

"Rasma!"

An angry roar finally came from the mouth of the first ancestor!

The uncontrollable anger finally burst out of his body!

In just an instant, the high-level heaven was smudged red with anger!

"Brother, father's soul is being reborn in the high-level heaven.

It's just that he has lost the seed of fate, and he will no longer be the archangel of fate who strangles you by the throat.

You should be happy.

It's just that it takes a while to wait.

You've waited that long, and there's nothing wrong with waiting a little longer. "

The sickle in Rathma's hand gleamed with blood, and then it merged with the "Unfilial Son of Inarius" suit on his body!

The scythe's name was originally Trag'Oul's Tooth.

It is the teacher of Rathma, the founder of necromancers, and the seventh legend left by Trag'Oul!