"I didn't mean any harm."

"I know, if you come to me with malicious intentions! Then you should have cooled down your heated brain in the fountain of heaven by now!"

Bulcasso took a swig of wine.

This time he didn't look back.

Uninvited guests are annoying most of the time.

"Natsubo. Those ancestors you mentioned are gone."

Bulcaisuo said with a crooked mouth.

"Okay, they're all dead.

It is normal to go to rest early.

Who says the soul doesn’t need sleep?”

Natsubo muttered twice.

Vera drank her wine in silence.

In fact, none of the three people present had a good impression of Yin Na.

Even though there was admiration and respect for this hero before, that kind of respect became a thing of the past the moment Yin Na disturbed the gathering of old friends.

Vera just never used her own language to express hostility.

She prefers to weaken her presence and then unleash a sudden blow.

"I have something for you to go to..."

"Shut up!"

Bulcaisuo interrupted Yin Na's words rudely.

Although it has not reached the stage of direct confrontation, the atmosphere is still tense.

"Monk! I respect you who fight for the survival of mankind.

But you should at least know who you're dealing with!"

Bulcasso stood up, his hands already pressed on the handles of the two swords.

The head of all gods? Yin Na of the sky?

How about that?

Although Yin Na is among the group of warrior monks, apart from the first generation founder, there is no other powerful existence older than Yin Na.

But to put it bluntly, the status of the head of the gods is the same as that of the immortal king!

Who is nobler than whom?

"I have no ill intentions."

"But you are full of arrogance!

I think you have completely forgotten how to be polite as a person after becoming the God of Laoshizi!

Even if you want to join our banquet, you should honestly ask first!"

Bulcaisel began to move his shoulders.

Even Bulcaisel, who lives in the sanctuary, is not afraid of Yina.

Yin Na was a powerful monk who had the power over the sky, but at that time Bulcaisuo was also the immortal king who had the power over nature!

Both of them are so powerful that they can be called gods!

And Bulcaisel is still a barbarian!

"Bulkess, this is a high-level paradise.

It’s okay if we hold a banquet at someone else’s house.

But isn’t it a little too much to fight in someone else’s house?”

Natsubo stood up unsteadily and in a drunken state.

Although his legs are still bent, he does not look short.

"Prius and Oriel have moved!

They now live in a civilian area three streets away from my blacksmith shop.

It seems that Israel was killed by someone.

Only Inaris is home now!

As for the angel Malthael, he probably has no intention of meeting my wrath in the high heaven."

Bulcaisuo finally turned his attention to Yin Na.

There was something incomprehensible in his eyes.

Bulcaisel could not understand how a person could hypnotize himself into a god different from human beings.

This was a bit funny in Bulkesso's eyes.

If you don't do good things, you have to say that you are a god?

What's wrong with this? Was it because he was beaten by the Demon King of Hell and couldn't think normally?

You must know that the people of Sanctuary will worship the first generation Nephalem as gods when praying.

But none of those people who are regarded as gods claim to be gods.

At this time, Yin Na felt a little like this.

She seems to really regard herself as some kind of god.

"Stab~"

There was a small sound of a sharp weapon piercing the armor and body!

"You didn't talk so much nonsense before.

Should I say that your self-cultivation skills have improved?

If it had been in the past, you would have already struck at this guy with a knife when he interrupted our banquet."

Vera poked her head out from behind Yin Na's body which was dissipating little by little and said.

Vera likes to wear a hood, but her hood is not like an archangel's hood that can completely hide her appearance.

"Yes, people around me say that my temper has improved a lot."

Bulcasso glanced at the gradually broken Yina and knew that this was just a phantom.

I simply stopped paying too much attention to it.

"Krashim's body change cannot make him look like a normal person.

I remember that Karashim’s body changes were always colorful, and it looked like he had fallen into fuel.”

Natsubo dragged Bulcasso and sat on the ground again.

Then he placed the sacrificial knife and voodoo doll on the ground beside him, and picked up the wine bowl again.

"If there was no water in Yin Na's head, she wouldn't bother us again.

My attack just now was not aimed at Phantom.

That guy seems to be able to change places with his own body?"

Vera picked up the dagger in her hand and looked at it.

A little blood stain can be seen on the tip of the dagger.

"I remember that the dagger I made for you was Jiani's sharp edge.

As a result, you have now changed to the Blade of Jealousy?"

Bulqueso glanced at the dagger in Vera's hand and shouted with a bit of impatience.

"Stubborn old man! Have you ever seen anyone who always takes other people's gifts to stab them?

Moreover, the Blade of Jealousy will definitely hit the target with the first blow.

Wouldn't it be good to use it for sneak attacks?"

Vera shook off the blood beads on the dagger and sat on the ground again.

"I met Jiani in person back then.

The dagger in her hand is also the most gorgeous I have ever seen.

Of course, I am not talking about the appearance of the dagger, but the fighting posture."

Bulcaisel seemed to be talking about something irrelevant.

"I know that you always like that simple and rough fighting style.
To be continued...