Dark Savages Come To the United States

The land of Lilith's recovery, Malthael has left this place.

What he wanted has already been obtained, and there is no need to use plunder in this place to plan anything from Lilith.

"I don't understand, mother, why you promised Marthael."

Rasma said a little disappointed.

Malthael was dangerous to the Nephalem, and hated each other.

So he was slightly dissatisfied with Lilith's actions.

But at this time, Rasma became cautious about venting his dissatisfaction.

Because only Lilith can save them.

A pair of eyes looked at Lilith, who was standing still, and the deadly aura of her body was scattered in this world that was about to be shattered.

Lilith didn't answer, her eyes staring blankly into the distance.

At this time, the early Bulkesso was beside Inaris, counting his fingers without saying a word.

Compared with Lilith's mother, the first-generation Bulkessel trusted his father more.

Fate does not have much selfishness, at least Inarius still faces these Nephalem as a "father".

"Brother, I'm already a dead person. Even if you are dragged back temporarily, I can't contribute anything to your 'big plan'."

The original Bulkesso looked at Rasma with a mocking look in his eyes.

dead?

Maybe so.

But for these first-generation nephalems, death was never easy.

is a dead man?

This was like a joke in front of Rasma.

Necromancers were able to operate in this world with only their own souls in generations long ago.

The line between death and life is never very clear.

Even a barbarian can find a whole bunch of ways to be reborn if he wants to.

Even he has already made a corresponding attempt.

"Burgessau, where's your brother?"

The cold and majestic voice of Inaris finally sounded, and a shattering force enveloped the place.

The force of fate took over the space, and the rest of the people didn't react much to it.

Except for the original Bourkessel!

A name that shouldn't have been mentioned, and Inarius knew exactly where this child would end up.

Vasily, the first Druid.

The power of a part of life and the power of a small part of destiny.

Die in the struggle of power and the strife of heaven and hell!

There are definitely shadows of the two first-generation Nephalems present.

"Vasily? Dead."

The first-generation Bulkessel said indifferently, his weapon clenched tightly in his hand.

Vasily's death was something that had to be done, and a story full of ugly!

Although he is not very powerful now, he will never die willingly at the hands of others.

Not even if it was their father who wanted to kill him!

Angels and demons are Nephalem's parents, but they don't completely stand in Nephalem's shoes.

If Inarius really had an inseparable affection for his children, he would never have watched the first-generation Nephalems struggle between heaven and hell!

There are not only seven people in the original Nephalem!

There are more of them than that!

There are only a few who have the opportunity to leave records and names in ancient books.

The rest have all become a thing of the past in a long fighting career!

Just because this world is the most unfair to human beings!

Maybe Ytherael will be a little more fair, but he still stands in the position of an angel.

"I know, what I'm asking is if you've ever thought about not doing that stupid thing!

His relationship with you is the closest! It is also the one who trusts you the most! "

Inarius said aggressively.

The strength of the body has some uncontrollable posture.

He looked like a father who felt heartbroken for his children.

Even if it sounds like he doesn't care much about it.

"You tell me this!"

The voice of the original Bulkesso was a little cold.

His body was already shaking!

The anger is surging, and it is exceeding the limit that this body can carry!

"Stupid? You mean you have to abandon your brother in order to survive in the siege of angels and demons?

Or in order to gain enough power to make you fearful, you have to kill your brother! ?

Or, under your watchful eyes, he slashed to death that idiot of Malthael! Give him his first rebirth! ?

Father! ? You are listening! I am a savage! I am the child of angels and demons!

In the face of angels, I am the devil! In the face of demons, I am an angel!

you saw it!

You see it all!

Why don't you ask Rasma why he wears your skeleton into a suit of armor!

Because only your bones can let him escape your sight! idiot! "

The first-generation Bulkessel roared, the anger exceeded the upper limit that this body could bear, and the corpse from Kanai had begun to make an overwhelmed sound!

Facing the truth told by the first-generation Bulkesso, Rasma closed his eyes.

He understood that his brother had made a decision. Even he has no chance of recovery.

"Vasily died very happily! I did not let him suffer from you and you!"

When the first-generation Bulkessel spoke, he pointed his hands at Inaris and Lilith one by one.

The anger in the words moved Rasma who was present.

"Vasily doesn't like fighting! That stupid brother who believes in the good life! He doesn't like fighting at all!

because I!

It's because of me! Only then will he stand by his mother's side, summon giant beasts, and manipulate plants! Will use those cruel methods to bring other people to death!

Tell me what you gave him!

A body, and a soul that makes him feel pain!

My hands are stained with the blood of countless uncles, aunts, and aunts.

I can still remember the desperation of their children, my cousins, in the face of my butcher knife!

Do you really think that I, Rasma and even Vasily are the sharp knives in your hands! ?

tell me! "

The roar of the first-generation Bulkasso shocked even Nazbo who was hiding outside.

But his rant is not over yet!

"We are not the vassals of angels! We are not the minions of demons! I am the executioner! I am the guillotine! I am the heavy hammer that brightens your body! Moreover, it shatters your will! The most inconspicuous rock!

Now, tell me! My father and mother! What are you going to do with me, a child who has been rebellious from that moment to now! ?

Say it first! I! Not like Rasma! I'd rather die! "

The roar of the original Bulkasso finally turned into a heavy gasp.

It was quiet inside.

Rasma's body trembled, looking at his brother with complicated eyes.

The original Bulkesso was a warrior, the most powerful kind of warrior!

At the end of his life, even in the face of the entire high heaven, there will be no fear!

Rude, cranky, cruel, determined!

These words condensed the life of the original Bulkessel.

Sacrifice, dedication, hope, justice.

These words seem to have no connection with the original Bourkesso forever.

But only one point! That is when he lived to bear all the sins!

Carrying the notoriety of killing relatives and killing brothers!

All the anger is suppressed in the body, it is this anger that has nowhere to speak that is qualified to condense in the blood and pass it on from generation to generation!

The source of the barbarian's strength is anger, because the person who brought this kind of power, his anger has reached the level of blood inheritance!

"my brother."

Rasma spoke slowly, looking at the broken body and unsound soul of the current first-generation Bulkesso, and a flash of blood finally flashed across the white skin.

"What's the point of you saying that now? What's the point of you roaring like that now?

You are already a corpse, and there is nothing left of your tempered body from the explosion of the World Stone.

You want revenge, what can you do? Just because of what you are now, even the King of Epidemic might not have the power to easily solve it? "

The two brothers were talking in front of their parents, while Lilith was still looking into the distance.

Inarius still stared at the first-generation Bulkesso in front of him.

The scene was quiet for a moment, only two breathing sounds were sounding.

The original Bourkessel was a corpse, and he didn't have to breathe except when he needed to speak.

Inarius lost his body, and even if he appeared in front of everyone, he didn't need to breathe.

Only Rasma and Lilith.

Rasma's fine breathing and Lilith's weak breathing became the only movement now.

"Brother, you can continue to sleep. You probably won't care about the little time your father gives you."

Rasma said slowly, he would no longer have any disputes with the first-generation Bulkesso.

Dense skeletons began to rise on the ground, and the pale skeletons turned into dense forests in a blink of an eye, and the tip pointed directly at the first-generation Bulkesso.

"I'll be back! I won't just disappear like this!"

The first-generation Bulkessel said this, and the body was penetrated by dense bone spurs in the next moment!

The weapon in his hand flew towards Lilith with the last bit of strength of this body, but was blocked by Lilith.

It's like repelling a mosquito.

Lilith finally turned her attention to her son at this time, and her eyes were meaningful.

Lilith, who is knowledge, knows how many ways her son can come back.

These are all things in the realm of knowledge, which cannot be hidden from Lilith's eyes~www.NovelMTL.com~ The angel of fate Inaris may be described as a strict father, but the devil Lilith is definitely not a loving mother!

A loving mother will not bring her own children to kill "relatives and friends"!

It's just that she didn't react in the slightest, because it wasn't necessary.

If everything Malthael said could be fulfilled, these children would be obedient.

Like a doll, he won't do anything disobedient to them again.

At that time, the new world will be beautiful, there will be no tragedy and no disputes!

As long as Malthael can achieve this goal.

Lilith is looking forward to it!

And Rasma was bowing his head, preventing his parents from seeing his expression.

[Now it's my turn, my brother! 】