Rasma looked at Constantine's soul in her hands and didn't know what to do for a moment.
He was actually not unfamiliar with carrying a soul. His hesitation was just because what this guy did made it difficult for him to sort out his thoughts.
For Rasma, Constantine's actions undoubtedly disrupted the balance in the Burning Hell.
If nothing unexpected happened, Rathma could have watched a good show in the burning hell.
The scene of three archangels beating up a demon is not something you can see all the time. In the long years since 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 deceived the guy Cytorac into entering the Burning Hell as a soul, the situation that the archangels would have suffered might have been even worse!
Even if the three archangels are besieging Baal, that does not mean that Baal will not fight back!
When Volusk successfully allowed the archangels to be killed, the flaw created at that moment would inevitably be caught by Baal.
The result is just how much price Baal will pay, and then the gap between one or two archangels will be completely ended.
So Rasma was particularly embarrassed at this time. He was embarrassed about what he should do.
For a brand new world, Rasma knew that he should treat it all in a different way, but at this time he was a little hesitant.
"How should I treat you? If you didn't become a Nephalem yourself, I would be happy to teach you.
But I can't do that now, Constantine, you are a very smart man."
Rasma casually threw Constantine's soul to the ground.
Rasma seemed to be asking Constantine, but maybe he was just asking himself.
Rasma faced too many difficulties, and not every one of them had a solution.
This kind of thinking will probably exist for a long time, and Rasma used thinking to help herself get through those long years.
In the past, he still had the immediate and tangible goal of liberating his mother to achieve, but now he finds himself somewhat idle.
Rasma was not used to this. In this kind of thinking, Rasma was a little lost.
Constantine did not choose to escape!
Of course he could see that Rasma's attention had wandered to somewhere else.
But Constantine knew better that he should stay here and even ask.
But he must not make any attempt to escape.
God knows how many ways Rathma can torture a soul. Although Constantine should be considered a demon hunter now, his experience as a spellcaster has not disappeared.
He knew very well how powerless he was as a soul against a top spellcaster who manipulated souls.
At the same time, how dangerous it is to anger a top spellcaster!
Compared with the torture he might suffer due to his reckless actions, Constantine made a smart decision. After all, running away was the most meaningless thing.
"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 bodies are better able to withstand hunger and dehydration than the average human body.
But it’s not unlimited, and I’m worried about my body being eaten by some wild beast.”
Constantine said after adjusting his windbreaker.
He had already thought about what he should say before, and showing weakness was also part of his plan!
It was just a sign of weakness, and Constantine had no psychological burden on it.
In order to achieve his goal, this guy doesn't feel any pressure at all even if he has to sacrifice his dignity and so on!
He thought about how he should face Rasma. It was easier to achieve his goal by communicating than saying nothing.
"You can tell me the location of your body and I'll be happy to get it back for you."
Rasma said as she slowly sat down.
When he was about to sit down, a skeleton chair created by his magic power was already placed there.
In many cases, the spellcasters' magical attainments can be judged by how convenient their lives are.
Spells are a kind of knowledge, and spellcasters who can use knowledge in all aspects may not necessarily be the strongest.
But at least they won't be weak.
"Well, this won't be any difficult for you.
So now can we 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 used to be a spell caster, at least it wasn't difficult to get a chair.
But Constantine didn't do that!
Sitting on the ground can subtly make you look pitiful.
Even Constantine didn't know whether his little trick would be useful to a guy like Rasma.
But he was used to doing this, and whether it was useful or not was not important.
"award?"
Rasma looked at Constantine in a strange way.
"Although what you did did prevent things from getting into the worst situation.
But that's obviously not a good outcome.
The Burning Hell has an extra power, although we still don't know exactly how Baal will use that powerful soul.
Constantine, I recognize your wisdom, but your methods are actually terrible."
Rasma shook her head.
He has never been a consequentialist person.
Although he also recognized the wonderful results.
But what Constantine did was not very smart in terms of motivation or results.
"At least things didn't get worse, and I think I'm eligible for a reward."
Constantine said with a smile.
"Then you should ask for rewards from the ultimate beneficiary of this matter, not from me, the unlucky guy who almost died in the burning hell.
It can even be said that all the dangers I face are due to your actions, and now you are asking me for rewards?"
Although Rasma said such words, there was a bit more appreciation in his eyes.
The fact that Constantine asked him for a reward was the best outcome.
Because the archangels may not necessarily recognize 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 and rubbed his fingers continuously.
Constantine seemed extremely philistine, and Rasma just smiled gently.
"I think about it, a legendary piece of equipment should be a good piece of equipment for a Nephalem.
It's just that for a guy like you, giving you legendary equipment may cause some trouble.
Why don't I use my dignity and let the barbarians forge a complete set of armor for you?
A guy like you can easily be killed without any protection."
Rasma said as if joking.
"make a deal!"
Constantine agreed immediately, and such a neat approach surprised Rasma.
"You could have bargained with me. To be honest, I'm a little surprised."
Rasma put away her smile slightly and said.
"But that is undoubtedly testing your bottom line. I have my purpose."
Constantine pretended to be mysterious and said.
It is true that this guy Constantine has some goals.
For example, "If you want to get more benefits, 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 maximum benefit."
When facing Rasma, he obviously chose the former!
If he thought that the gain this time was enough to make up for the consequences of offending Rasma to death, then he would not hesitate at all.
Although most of Constantine's actions appear to be very selfish and cruel, and mixed with a strong sense of despicability that cannot be erased!
But this guy’s position is undoubtedly on the side of mankind!
It's just that many times others don't know whether they should believe Constantine.
After all, it would be dangerous to believe what he did.
It's just that Constantine rarely seems to live up to the heavy responsibility he carries.
"It feels very uncomfortable to deal with you. If we were in the sanctuary, I probably wouldn't give you a chance to speak."
After Rasma hesitated for a moment, a smile broke out on her face again.
"This is not a place of refuge, so I am useful. And my usefulness is not small."
Constantine also showed a smile, but it was a bit flattering.
"I'm not looking forward to our next meeting with you at all, but you can leave now.
As for the reward, you can go to those barbarians and tell them that Rasma 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 it for Constantine for a piece of equipment from the past.
"I'll take the first step, Lord Rasma.
If anything good happens in the future, I will remember you."
Constantine stood up and after cleaning the dust off his body, he spoke.
He noticed something unusual here. Normally, the soul would not be contaminated with dust or anything like that.
This place is obviously not just any place!
Rasma just looked at Constantine without any response!
Of course, Rasma did some tricks. He put a little bit of his own ashes on Constantine's soul...
The effect of this thing is very simple to say, just like other Nephalem knowing the location of others through breath perception.
It's just that Rasma's approach made it impossible for others to avoid Rasma's perception even if they restrained their aura.
This also only works on Rathma.
After all, Rathma should be the only necromancer in this place now.
Constantine left here in the way he most often used when he was a necromancer.
Only then did Rasma retract her gaze.
He just sat quietly in this deserted place, seeming to be mourning something.
"My...brother, although you are not completely dead, it is true that I am the only one who still exists."
Rasma's tone was particularly gentle, with a hint of reluctance and a bit of attachment.
When the first ancestors forged the other first generation Nephalem into the World Stone, Rathma was not selected.
It wasn't because he wasn't powerful enough at the time, but simply because he was the smallest of the original Nephalem.
Among the first generation Nephalem, it was not that they had no feelings for each other!
They made sacrifices, but left behind their first ancestor as a forger and their youngest and most favored brother.
Rasma didn't hate anything, he had long thought that this day would come.
But after what happened, Rasma still had trouble suppressing her feelings.
"Forget it, the Nephalem's ending is his own choice.
You just chose to sacrifice, just like my other brothers and sisters.
Even brother Vasily, who only had a human will left in the end, approved of your plan.
What’s the difference between then and now?”
Rasma said to herself.
Pain? Who can live in this world without suffering?
Rasma was in pain, but he was used to this pain.
In countless years, Rasma was never alone.
He taught many students, and heroes were born among his students.
But no one really understands what Rasma is like.
He is in pain all the time and lonely all the time!
Rasma's eyes were staring into the distance, her eyes empty.
He probably knows the feeling of loneliness better than any other Nephalem.
The first ancestors also slept alone.
But Rasma never slept, and they held on for a future that seemed illusory.
This was true even before the nephalem created a scale for time.
The Nephalem's long life had long since become a source of pain.
"My brother, who will be next?
Is it me?"
Rasma said suddenly, as if the first generation ancestor was by his side at this moment.
Rasma's figure looked particularly lonely, and he began to miss his past.
When he was still a child, he could ask for a hug from his mother without any hindrance.
You can ask for rewards from your reticent father.
You can listen to interesting stories surrounded by your brothers and sisters.
Rasma's support until now has never been a sense of responsibility, but the love he once had but had to lose.
Rasma often thinks about why Mephisto, who represents hatred, hates!
He even keeps arranging the love and hatred of Mephisto, the protagonist, in his own heart.
Is there no love without a reason? Or is there no hate without a reason?
At this time, Rasma didn't even know that he had gone crazy without him noticing.
The world after madness has no self-awareness.
Rasma thought he needed to cry loudly at this time, but he couldn't open his mouth to cry after several attempts.
He wanted to hold back his tears again, but under his cold appearance he couldn't stop them.
Maybe Rasma just takes her life a little too seriously.
"Father, you should have foreseen my present situation when I was born.
I want to hear you speak now and hear you talk about my future."
Rasma said to herself in the smallest voice.
Then he fell into a deep sleep.
As for tomorrow?
Rasma rarely looked forward to tomorrow, as long as it wasn't worse than today.