Dark Savages Come To the United States - Chapter 1169

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Rathma looked at Constantine’s soul in his hand, not knowing what to do for a moment.

He is not unfamiliar with such things as carrying a soul, his hesitation is just because what this guy has done makes it difficult for him to sort out his head.

For Rasma, what Constantine did undoubtedly broke the balance in the burning hell.

If nothing unexpected happens, Rathma can watch a good show in the Burning Hell.

The scene of three archangels besieging a demon **** is not seen all the time. In the long years of his birth, this kind of thing has not happened a few times.

After all, most of the time, angels and demons are evenly matched.

But judging from the results, if Constantine hadn’t tricked Cytorak into the Burning Hell with his soul, then the situation that the Archangels would suffer might have been even worse!

Even if the three archangels are besieging Barr, that doesn’t mean Barr won’t fight back!

When Volusk succeeded in allowing the archangels to be killed, the flaws created at that moment would definitely be caught by Baal.

The result is just how much Barr will pay, and then completely end the gap between one or two archangels.

So Rathma was particularly embarrassed at this time, he was embarrassed about what he should do.

For a brand new world, Rathma knew that he should treat everything in a different way, but he was hesitant at this time.

“What shall I do with you? I would gladly teach you if you had not become a nephalem yourself.

Only now I can’t, Konstantin, you’re a very clever man. ”

Rathma threw Constantine’s soul on the ground.

Rathma seemed to be asking Constantine, but perhaps he was only asking himself.

Rathma faced too many difficulties, and not every Rathma found a solution to those problems.

This kind of thinking will probably exist for a long time, and Rathma uses thinking to help himself through those long years.

In the past, he still had the practical goal of liberating his mother, which was right in front of him, to achieve, but now he found himself a bit idle.

Rathma was not used to this, and in this kind of thinking, Rathma was a little lost.

Constantine did not choose to escape!

Of course he could see that Rathma’s attention had wandered somewhere.

But Constantine knew better that he should stay here, and he could even ask.

But he must not make any attempt to escape.

The ghost knows how many ways Rathma has to torture a soul. Although Constantine should be regarded as a witcher now, his experience as a spellcaster has not disappeared.

He is very aware of how powerless he is in the face of a top spellcaster who manipulates the soul in the way of the soul.

At the same time, how dangerous it is to provoke a top spellcaster!

Compared with the torture he might suffer because of his reckless actions, Constantine made a smart decision. After all, running away is the most meaningless thing.

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“Mr. Rasma, I want to return to my body.

After all, I have not entrusted anyone to take care of my body.

Even the nephalem’s body can withstand hunger and dehydration better than the average human body.

But that’s not unlimited, and I worry about some beast eating my body. ”

Constantine said after tidying up his windbreaker.

He has already thought about what he should say before, and such things as showing weakness are also in his plan!

It’s just showing weakness, and Constantine doesn’t have any psychological burden on it.

In order to achieve his goals, this guy doesn’t have the slightest pressure to do things like abandoning his dignity!

He thought about how he should face Rathma, and it was easier to achieve his goal by communicating than by saying nothing.

“You can tell me where your body is, and I’ll be happy to get it back for you.”

Rathma sat down slowly while talking.

When he was about to sit down, a skeletal chair created by his magic had been placed there.

In many cases, the magic attainment of these spellcasters can be judged by the convenience of their lives.

Spells are a kind of knowledge, although the casters who can use knowledge in all aspects are not necessarily the strongest.

But at least they won’t be weaklings.

“Well, it’s no problem for you.

So now can I talk about what rewards I can get from you for what I did before? ”

Constantine laughed dryly.

He just sat cross-legged on the ground!

Although he was also a spellcaster in the past, at least it was not difficult to get a chair over.

But Constantine didn’t do that!

Sitting on the ground can subtly make yourself look more pitiful.

Even Constantine didn’t know if his little method was useful to a guy like Rasma.

But he’s used to doing it like this, so it doesn’t matter if it’s useful or not.

“award?”

Rathma glanced at Konstantin in a somewhat odd way.

“Although what you did was to keep things from going the worst way.

But that was obviously not such a good result.

Burning Hell has an extra power, although we still don’t know how Baal will use that powerful soul.

Constantine, I recognize your wisdom, but your methods are actually terrible. ”

Rasma shook his head.

He was never a consequentialist.

Although he also recognized the wonderful results.

But Constantine’s approach is not very smart in terms of motivation or results.

“At least things didn’t get any worse and I think I deserve the reward.”

Constantine said with a smirk.

“Then you should ask for the reward from the ultimate beneficiary of this matter, not from me, the unlucky **** who almost died in the Burning Hell.

It can even be said that all the dangers I have faced come from your actions, but you are asking me for rewards now? ”

Although Rathma said such words, there was a bit of appreciation in his eyes.

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In fact, it was the best result for Constantine to ask him for a reward.

Because the archangels may not necessarily admit this favor.

“I will find a way to get benefits from the Archangels, but that may not be a reward.

I think it’s possible to get some prizes from you. ”

Constantine stretched out a hand, rubbing his fingers together.

Constantine looked extraordinarily philistine, Rathma just smiled gently.

“I think a legendary item would be a good item for a nephalem.

It’s just that for a guy like you, giving you legendary gear might cause some trouble.

How about I take some of my own face and let the barbarians forge a complete armor for you?

A guy like you is too easy to be killed directly without any protection. ”

Rasma said jokingly.

“make a deal!”

Constantine immediately agreed, and Rasma was surprised by such a neat approach.

“You could have bargained with me, and I’m a little surprised to be honest.”

Rathma put away a little smile and said.

“But that is undoubtedly testing your bottom line. I have my purpose.”

Constantine said pretending to be mysterious.

It is true that this guy Constantine has some purposes.

For example, “If you still want to get more benefits, then don’t directly reach the other party’s bottom line” and “If what you want to do is destined to offend the other party, then you must get the greatest benefit.”

When facing Rathma, he obviously chose the former!

If he thinks that the harvest this time is enough to make up for the consequences of offending Rathma to death, then he will not hesitate at all.

Although most of Constantine’s actions appear selfish and cruel, and are mixed with a strong indelible despicableness!

But this guy’s position is undoubtedly on the human side!

It’s just that many times others don’t know whether they should trust Constantine.

After all, it is dangerous to believe that he is doing this.

It’s just that Constantine rarely seems to live up to the heavy responsibility on him.

“The feeling of dealing with you is very uncomfortable. If it is in Sanctuary, I probably won’t give you a chance to speak.”

After Rathma hesitated for a moment, a smile appeared on his face again.

“This is not a place of sanctuary, so I am useful. And my usefulness is not small.”

Constantine also showed a smile, but there was a bit of flattery in the smile.

“I’m not at all looking forward to my next meeting with you, but you can leave now.

As for the reward, you can go to the barbarians and tell them that Rathma gave you a favor in exchange for your reward. ”

Rasma said calmly.

As for what Rasma’s favor can be exchanged for from the barbarians, that is Constantine’s business!

It’s just a favor, and barbarians don’t pay much attention to this favor.

But it is more than enough to exchange Constantine for a suit of equipment from the past.

“I’ll go first, Lord Rathma.

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I will remember you if anything good happens afterwards. ”

Constantine stood up and spoke after cleaning off the dust on his body.

He noticed the unusualness here. Under normal circumstances, the soul would not be contaminated with dust or the like.

This place is clearly no random place!

Rathma just looked at Constantine without any response!

Of course Rasma did something wrong, he put a little ashes of his own making on Constantine’s soul…

The effect of this thing is also very simple to say, just like other nephalem know the position of others through breath perception.

It’s just that Rathma’s approach made it impossible for others to avoid Rathma’s perception even if they restrained their breath.

This also only works on Rathma.

After all, Rathma should be the only necromancer in this place now.

Constantine left here in the most common way he used when he was a psychic mage.

Rathma retracted his gaze.

He just sat quietly in this barren place, as if mourning for something.

“My…brother, although you have not completely disappeared, but now it is true that I am the only one still existing.”

Rathma’s tone was exceptionally gentle, with reluctance and a bit of attachment in it.

When the First Patriarchs forged the other First Nephalem into Worldstones, Rathma was not chosen among them.

Not because he wasn’t strong enough at the time, but simply because he was the smallest of the original nephalem.

Between the original nephalem, it’s not that there is no love for each other!

They made sacrifices, but left behind the first ancestors who were the forgers and the youngest and most favored brother.

Rathma didn’t hate anything, he had expected this day to come.

It’s just that after the incident, Rathma still had some difficulty suppressing his emotions.

“Forget it, the ending of the nephalem is your own choice.

You just chose to sacrifice, just like my other brothers and sisters.

Even Brother Vasily, who has only a portion of human will left in the end, approves of your plan.

What is the difference between then and now? ”

Rasma said to herself.

pain? Who can live in this world without suffering?

Rathma was in pain, but he was used to the pain.

For countless years, though, Rathma was never alone.

He taught many students, and heroes were born among the students.

But no one really understood what Rasma was like.

He is in pain all the time, and he is lonely all the time!

Rathma stared into the distance with rapt eyes, empty eyes.

He probably knows more about loneliness than any other nephalem.

The first ancestors once slept alone.

But Rasma has never slept, they are holding on to a seemingly illusory future.

This was true even before the nephalem were born to measure time.

The long life of the nephalem had long been a source of pain.

“My brother, who will be next?

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Is it me? ”

Rathma said suddenly, as if the first ancestors were by his side at this time. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Rathma’s figure looked particularly desolate, and he began to miss the past.

When he was a child, he could ask his mother for a hug without hindrance.

You can ask your own quiet father for a reward.

You can listen to interesting stories surrounded by older brothers and sisters.

Rathma’s support until now has never been a sense of responsibility, but the love he once had but had to lose.

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Many times Rathma is thinking about what Mephisto, who represents hatred, hates for!

Even in his own heart, he constantly choreographed the protagonist’s love and hatred for Mephisto.

No love for no reason? Or there is no gratuitous hate?

Rathma didn’t even know at this moment if he had gone mad before he knew it.

The world after insanity itself has no self-knowledge.

Rathma thought it was time for him to cry, but he couldn’t open his mouth and cry after several attempts.

He wanted to hold back his tears again, but he couldn’t stop his tears under his indifferent appearance.

Maybe Rathma just took life a little too seriously.

“Father, you should have foreseen my present when I was born.

I want to hear you speak now, to hear you tell about my future. ”

Rathma spoke to herself in the smallest voice.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

As for tomorrow?

Rathma seldom looked forward to tomorrow, as long as tomorrow was not worse than today.

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