We saw the true image of fate at that time.

Then he paid a heavy price.

All of this comes at a price.

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

The first ancestors were very serious and even earnest.

But Rasma still looks careless.

"Then I ask you, is the land you are lying on now a shelter?

Or do you think that a person who has lost his own world can still be incomparable to his power?”

Burkeso frowned.

He was not very understanding of the concerns of the first ancestors in front of him.

The world has changed, and there is no reason why the fate of another world is still so strong that it is unparalleled.

Every world is different. The fate that I just came to this world is not possible to steal authority in a short time!

Burkeso is very sure about this!

“…”

The first ancestor was stunned for a moment.

Rasma on the side spread his hands directly.

It looked like saying, "I plan to tell him, but he didn't listen."

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

This is also impossible.

The battle back then was a bit tragic.

But since you know this, why should you ask our poor father?”

Rasma finally took over the dominance of the dialogue.

“Because you have to challenge your destiny!

Tanise, I can’t tell which is higher or lower, destiny or time, but I know that these two are equally difficult!

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

There is a weak fate here. If I don’t challenge him, should I try to challenge a stronger and healthier time?

If it were you, if the time in this world appeared in front of you in a weak way.

Wouldn't you be moved?"

Burkeso's tone was a little contemptuous.

He did not make any repairs to his practice.

I also think this approach is a bit too much.

But if the person with such an opportunity was the first ancestor of Rasma and the Barbarians, they would never miss this opportunity.

The only problem now is that this weak fate is the first ancestor and Rasma's father...

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

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

If possible, they will 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 has nothing to do with feelings, although it still has some connections.”

Rasma smiled gently.

The smile that appeared on his pale face looked really cunning.

“Reasons and the price you can pay.

At least it must include the memories of your confrontation with fate!”

Burkeso made concessions, or it could be said to be to get more information.

This kind of information is not at all risk for Boulkeso.

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

“Sorry, memory is impossible.

It’s not that this memory is so precious, nor that it will disappear.

But because you are Burkeso, we cannot share the memories of the past to you.”

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

Burkeso nodded and expressed his understanding.

In this matter, Rasma had 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 ‘Holy Mother of Grace, save us’?”

Burkeso's question changed Rasma's expression a little.

Through the information conveyed by Nazbo, Burkeso knew what happened at that time.

I also knew that Rasma finally knelt beside Lilith like she turned back to the mother's good baby.

But there is not that big difference in strength between the two people!

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

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

It's more like a slander showing flattery in front of a king who has control over everything!

This does not conform to the identity of Rasma, the pioneer of the Rasma priesthood!

"This is my private matter, I really don't know how to tell you.

Although there is the blood of the elder brother in your body, you also know.

There are still differences between similar bloodlines and relatives.”

Rasma's hand was stuffed into the sleeves again.

Burkeso observed changes in Rasma's body.

“If you are going to pull out the sickle from your sleeve, I suggest you think about it a little.

Just like your brother cannot defeat me now, you don’t have the possibility of defeating me.

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

Your balance is the balance that is endorsed by Iserel.

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

What I have mastered in full is naturally enough to make you return in vain, and you may even be beaten by me on the ground.

Unless you plan to share hardships with your brother!”

Burkeso's words became even more rude.

What Burkeso said seems to be a fact.

It also contains strong self-confidence.

Upon hearing this, Rasma pulled out his sickle.

“A question you had before.

You said that the fate that had fallen here could not be as powerful as it was back then.

But have you forgotten that I have a set of equipment that is made of my father's body?

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

Even if the three of us take action together, we may lose a crushing defeat.

But you will not be able to find our father's tracks.

Fate is unpredictable.

Everything he did absolutely makes sense.

Although my brother and I don’t know if he is really omniscient.

But at least we have seen his strength.”
To be continued...