But healthy people are more accustomed to using their eyes to recognize people.

They are not yet accustomed to using their breath to sense everything all the time.

This is a process that is destined to be somewhat lengthy.

There are relatively few demons active on earth who are good at hiding their identities.

If they were in a sheltered place where every encounter with a stranger was a big gamble, they would be able to master this instinct faster.

"Well, we received a request from His Excellency Rasma, and we were moved by the sincerity."

Luke said intermittently.

Although he also hoped to inform his ancestors about what he was facing, the sudden encounter with Gruchak still made him unable to organize simple and powerful words for a while.

"Rasma's request for help? Sincerity?"

Gruchak was stunned for a moment. He really couldn't combine the two directly in his mind.

Rasma, as the original Nephalem, is on the same level as the first ancestors!

Even if his strength has declined due to recent events, he should not seek help from these young warriors at all.

Gruchak really couldn't think of anything that Rasma couldn't do that these young people could do.

As a powerful mage, Rathma's methods are naturally more magical than those of these warriors.

As for the option of sincerity, Gruchak is even more difficult to understand.

He didn't understand why these young warriors specifically talked about sincerity. After all, sincerity was not something that could be quantified.

"A feeling that comes from the blood, although we were not sure at first that it was sincerity.

But it didn't take long for us to know for sure.

After all, we all feel the same things."

Rumlow explained to Gruchak.

"I prefer to believe that you were used some kind of magic by Rasma without your knowledge.

But it doesn’t matter, I can ask Rasma myself.”

After finishing speaking, Gruchak faced directly in an empty direction.

He even pulled out the tribal blade from his backpack!

Although Gruchak understood that Rathma's position could not deviate from the Nephalem in any case.

But his trust in Rasma is really not high.

At least until Rasma gave an answer that was clear enough for him to understand directly, Gruchak couldn't relax.

"I thought you would go into the universe alone to observe that battle.

Although I guessed from the beginning that the barbarians would ask you to take action, but how much strength can you, the God of the Earth, exert in an environment without the earth?"

Rasma's figure appeared slowly, the pattern was a bit like a projection process.

"Of course I have my own confidence, otherwise I wouldn't have come to pick up these young people and act with me."

Gruchak said.

His tone was particularly calm when talking to Rasma.

For one of the original ancestors of the Nephalem, Gruchak still paid a considerable degree of respect.

After all, Rasma did not cause much irreparable damage to the barbarians.

And Rathma also made outstanding contributions when helping the Nephalem fight against demons and angels.

Regardless of seniority or contribution, Rathma deserves the respect of other Nephalem.

Although some of his methods are not so easy to accept, judging from the results, he did a good job.

"Is he a warrior monk?

It seems that among the currently idle Nephalem, only the monks have excess high-end combat power."

Rasma said as if chatting.

He didn't get nervous just because Gruchak showed a hostile attitude.

Although the current Gruchak is definitely capable of severely injuring him.

But Rasma seemed to be completely sure that Gruchak would not take action against him, and did not even feel nervous at all.

"I asked Ulena to accompany me. With the combined strength of the two of us, we won't be too uncomfortable even if we face the devil.

Even in an environment without earth, we can handle everything."

Gruchak said frankly.

“That’s not bad, and with me, it’s even more foolproof.

What I'm asking these young people to do is what's happening right now.

I want to act with you."

Rasma said.

His words made Gruchak's head feel like it was boiling.

"Why?"

Gruchak asked.

"You know I have the power of prophecy, right?"

Rasma asked rhetorically.

"I don't believe in that. It can be said that I don't believe in anything related to prophecies."

Gruchak said and shook his head.

Bulcaisel has expressed his views on prophecy before.

In Bulcaisel's view, the prophecy was more like being contaminated by the power of time and seeing some strange things out of control.

Then it was believed and became a prophecy.

This ability has too many uncertainties, and it is completely guided by the authority of time to see some things of unknown meaning.

This thing is really not very convincing.

"You want to ask me if I knew you were going to slap me in the mouth next?"

Rasma said expressionlessly.

Gruchak suddenly showed a strange expression, which was more like embarrassment.

"Do you think Rasma can really predict the future?"

Luke on the side asked the people around him with a horrified expression.

"I feel like he just guessed the thoughts of ancestor Gruchak.

You know, although the ancestor spirits are not stupid, they are definitely not very good at hiding their thoughts.

So the ancestor spirits are either angry or laughing, or expressionless."

Rumlow said expressionlessly.

He had already discovered this when he was on the Holy Mountain.

Barbarians really have no talent when it comes to controlling their emotions.

But this is also normal. After all, for a group of guys who use anger as the source of their strength, controlling their emotions is really meaningless.

Anyway, when thinking, no barbarian would think with anger in his head.
Chapter completed!