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"What's the matter with you?"

Bourkesso squinted his glasses and glanced at the first ancestor in front of him.

"...I TM!"

The foul language of the original Bourkesso couldn't be held back.

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

"Brother, calm down!"

Rasma stood on the spot and said lazily.

"Why don't you hold me!?"

The first-generation Bulkessel pointed at Rasma's nose and roared!

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

You can't beat him. "

Rasma still looked indifferent.

This performance made the blood pressure of the original Bourkesso look slightly elevated.

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

The hands of the original Bulkesso that pointed to Rasma's nose were trembling.

The whole person is a little red.

"Are you talking about cross talk?

Don't disturb me if it's all right! I still have work to do! "

Burkeseau ripped Inaris from the cross.

Then a portal will be opened!

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

The original Bourkessel shouted helplessly.

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

He has never suffered such anger in his life, and this time he has learned a lot.

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

Burkessel dragged Inarius's leg and squinted at the first ancestor.

With disdain in his eyes.

This disdain is due to Burkeseau's dissatisfaction 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 was the result?

The result is that they are all 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 use other barbarians to use the skill of Summoning Ancestors.

Perhaps the three ancestors did not regret their choice.

But as a friend, it was impossible for Bourkesso to pretend that nothing had happened.

Before he became the Immortal King, the Holy Mountain had been rebuilt.

Then the three ancestors were given relative freedom.

The First Ancestor must have been stronger than the Bulkesso at that time, but his approach was so cruel.

For the sake of friends, Bourkesso would not have much affection for the first ancestor.

"I'm here to tell you about destiny.

Are you sure as long as I can guess what you're having for dinner? "

The expression of the first generation ancestor was teasing.

It looks like "I will only answer you one question".

"If you guess wrong, I will beat you to the ground in front of your father!"

Bourkesso's hand was already on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

He didn't mean to joke.

This is also what he planned to do to Inaris in the first place.

"Brother, you can't beat him.

So you'd better not talk nonsense. "

Rasma put her hands directly into her cuffs.

It was as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Your plan to beat me with my weapon?"

The first ancestor's glasses stared like copper bells.

It's a pity that his glasses can't shoot lightning-like shrewdness...

Instead, he looked a little silly.

"Boom~bang~"

The two heavy weapons were thrown directly onto the ground in front of the first ancestor.

Then Bourkessel looked 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. "

Burkeseau plucked his ears with his free hand.

"Can you put my father down first?

If you really push him, then the result is something we don't want to see.

Back then, he almost strangled me directly. "

The first-generation ancestor let out a long sigh and calmed down.

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

Bourkesso's words hurt a bit... Although he was really looking for the opinions of the first ancestors.

But for Inaris, Bulkessel did not have the slightest favorable impression!

Fate brought the barbarian prophet, so that barbarians can know what to do early.

But the sad prophet was not really happy.

It can even be said to be very embarrassing.

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

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

You just want 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 target. "

The first-generation ancestor tried his best to speak in his calmest tone.

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

But I have reason to think that you were far less powerful than I am now.

I have collected almost all the powers of the Demon Lord of Hell, although strictly speaking, they are only seeds.

But these seeds are merging little by little.

And the power bestowed by the archangels is also promoting this change.

I am not a great devil, nor am I a combination of the archangels.

But you can call me Lord if you want. "

Burkeseau made a cold joke to show his state by the way.

If it weren't for this not funny joke at all, the first ancestor might have shown a smile full of relief.

"Our father is the embodiment of destiny.

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

That's why he looks so weak.

We saw the original image of fate.

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 ancestors of the first generation were very serious, even earnest enough.

It's just that Rasma is still indifferent.

"Then let me ask you, is the land you're stepping on now a place of refuge?

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

Burkeseau frowned.

He couldn't understand the worries of the first ancestor in front of him.

The world has changed, and there is no reason why the fate of another world is still unmatched.

Every world is different, and the fate that has just arrived in this world cannot possibly complete the theft of authority in a short period of time!

Bourkessel is quite sure of this!

"…"

The first-generation ancestor was stunned for a moment.

Rasma on the side directly spread his hands.

It was like saying "I was going to tell him, but he didn'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.

But since you know this, why are you pressing our poor father? "

Rasma finally took over the leadership of the dialogue.

"Because one has to challenge fate!

Tanise </span> I can't tell which is higher or lower between fate and time, but I know that both are equally difficult!

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

It happens that there is a weak destiny 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 appeared weakly in front of you.

Wouldn't you be tempted? "

Burkeseau's tone became somewhat contemptuous.

He made no modifications to his own practice.

I also think this approach is a bit excessive.

But if the person who has such an opportunity is the first ancestor of Rasma and the barbarians, then they will never miss this opportunity.

The only problem now is that this weak destiny is the father of the first ancestor and Rathma...

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

Although they and our father have a relatively close relationship, they are definitely not harmonious.

If possible, they would definitely want to take their destiny completely into their own hands.

But we can't watch you torture our father.

Don't get me wrong, this doesn't have much to do with feelings, although there is still something to do with it. "

Rasma smiled gently.

It's just that the smile that appeared on his pale face seemed a little intimidating.

"The reason and the price you can pay.

At least it must include the memory of your confrontation with fate back then! "

Bourkessel made a concession, so to speak, to get more information.

This kind of information is not at all risky to Bourkesso.

If there is an opportunity, it is definitely not to be missed.

"Sorry, memory is impossible.

It's not that the memory is so precious, nor that it will disappear.

But because you are Bourkesso, we can't share the memory of that year with you. "

Rasma is very humble about this, and his sincere face will not make people suspect that he is lying.

Burkeseau nodded, expressing his understanding.

In this matter, Rasma had absolutely no need to deceive him.

"I'll change the request.

What is Lilith going to do?

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

Rasma's expression changed slightly from Bulkessel's question.

Through Nazpo's message, Bourkeso knew what was going on at that time.

She also knew that Rasma finally knelt down beside Lilith as if she had changed back to that mother's good baby.

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

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

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

It's more like a courtier showing flattery in front of a king who has everything in his hands!

This is not in line with the identity of Rasma, the founder of Rasma's sacrificial profession!

"This is a private matter of my family, and I'm really not good at telling you.

Although you have the blood of your elder brother left behind in your body, you also know that.

Similar bloodlines and relatives are still different. "

Rasma's hand tucked into his sleeve again.

Bourkessel observed the changes in Rasma's body.

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

Just like your brother couldn't defeat me now, you also don't have the possibility to defeat me.

Even if you don't get these seeds of authority, you can't beat me.

Your balance is the one granted by Ythril.

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

And the nature that I have fully grasped is enough to make you come back without success, and you will even be beaten by me on the ground.

Unless you plan to share adversity with your brother! "

Burkeseau's words became more and more rude.

What Burkeseau said seemed to be some kind of fact.

It also contains strong self-confidence.

When Rasma heard this, she still drew out her 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 that was made from my father's body?

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

Even if the three of us shoot together, we may fail miserably.

But you won't be able to find our father's whereabouts.

Fate is elusive.

Everything he did was absolutely meaningful.

Although my brother and I don't know if he really knows everything.

But at least we have seen his power. "

Rasma's words are already the kind of threat that will break through.

Burkessel did not intend to spend a lot of time searching for the trace of Inarius again.

But he wouldn't just let this opportunity go.

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

Bourkessel once again made a little concession.

As long as Rasma didn't deliberately want to be beaten, she should just accept it.

The next step is to see what price Rasma is willing to pay.

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

Burkeseau had no interest in it.

"I can make Nephalem's team even stronger.

Although it is Rasma's sacrifice, it is no worse than the necromancer created by Teacher 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 fears in order to defeat Diablo.

But you and I are not weak, we know very well how important a complete soul and emotions are. "

Rasma made another bid.

But this price is still not enough to satisfy Bourkesso.

"These are not necessary for me.

I am just the immortal king of the barbarians, not the immortal king of Nephalem!

It is enough for me to be in charge of the continuation of the barbarian.

As for the ideal of strengthening the entire Nephalem, it has nothing to do with me.

What else can you come up with? "

Rasma laughed at Burkeseau's words.

It's very interesting to say "yet" what you can come up with.

Bourkessel intends to accept the price Rasma offered this time, but thinks it is not enough.

That's why the word "return" appears.

"I can provide an additional piece of information you want to know. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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, he is here.

This information is also part of the price I gave you. "

Rasma remained calm.

And the first ancestor is now focusing his attention on Inaris lying on the ground.

Maybe he didn't expect that the powerful father who almost broke him back then would have such an embarrassing day.

"I have another question.

Is what you plan to do to Inaris similar to what I do?

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

But there is also a barbarian ancestor over there.

A barbarian will always hold a grudge against an inconclusive battle.

I haven't seen any exceptions to this. "

Burkeseau's voice began to feel oppressive.

A burst of momentum began to emerge.

This is the last question, and the one that determines the outcome of this conversation!

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