The sword body that Vorusk turned into continued to tremble, as if he was laughing silently.

“Why try to understand us?

Why try to understand others?”

Vorusk asked slowly after calming down his trembling.

“Because of curiosity.”

Death's answer was simple and made Volusk not know what to say for a moment.

He can't stop others from being curious.

"Everyone is his own madman, and I can only answer you this way.

Even if you experience the same thing, two people will not be born.

There is nothing to be curious about in our world, and nothing to be praised.

Whether it is the so-called heroes or anything else.”

Vorusk gave an answer that I don't know if it can be considered an answer.

He has long been too lazy to think about some things.

"You don't seem to be talkative."

Death said.

"Do you think the guy who just sits on a stone throne during a long period of time should be talkative?"

Volusk's tone was a bit ridiculous, but he didn't know whether he was laughing at death or himself.

"I thought you, a guy who never speaks for a long time, should have too many things in your heart to talk to."

The tone of death was still calm, just as death should have been.

“The things I want to talk about have been talked about to myself too many times during those years.

Until now, I no longer want to talk about things that I have said many times.

Why don’t I tell you the story of Burkeso?

Or tell you about Kana's great achievements?"

Vorusk said.

His business is like a change of topic.

"Forget it, I don't want to hear those stories.

I can always hear some guys called heroes telling their own stories during the long years.

I'm already bored with those things."

Death refused to say.

“That’s a pity, those stories are actually quite interesting.

Although I admit that most of their stories are boring.”

Vorusk said perfunctorily.

It seems that as long as you don't have to tell me something about yourself, Volusk will feel relaxed.

"Okay, I'm going to sow the next seed.

How do you think of the kid who is contaminated with the aura of destruction of authority and the wolverine?”

Death asked.

“Gill and Logan?

I was so busy that I almost forgot that they had gained amazing power because of their destruction of authority.

But can the seeds of death take root and sprout among the remnants of destruction?”

Gruchak asked.

"Why not? Can death itself die again?"

Death laughed after he said that.

I have to say that her laughter was not gloomy, but rather a bit unexpectedly refreshing.

“Power will not die, but you will die.

When consciousness is destroyed and when traces of existence are destroyed, you can also be declared 'dead' at that time."

After Vorusk said that, he laughed.

He suddenly began to think that death was an interesting guy, a death that was not good at fighting, seemed quite funny in itself.

Vorusk remembered that death was the first in the world to see the supreme god of Burkeso, and then he couldn't help but smile.

A death squatted on the ground by Burkeso, who only showed pure "power" at the time, was severely hit by death.

This is indeed funny enough.

"Everything should have a beginning and an end, but I have not yet discovered the existence of the beginning and the end."

Death said slowly.

"But they absolutely exist, aren't they?"

Vorusk said indifferently.

"So do you think your Burkeso starts or ends?"

Death asked.

“He is the process, and his existence must cover the beginning and the end itself.

I believe so."

Vorusk said with great firmness.

Death chuckled, and there was no intention to continue the topic.

All Nefitian trusted Burkeso almost all, and this incident seemed strange everywhere in the eyes of death.

It was as if they had never thought about whether Burkeso would be corrupt.

But judging by the concerns of the burning hell and their hostility to corruption, this situation is strange everywhere.

“Is Boulkeso really a human?”

Death whispered.

It's just that Vorusk didn't hear this question, without any answer.

Just as Volusk was a weapon without thought at this time, he just hung quietly on the waist of death.

Death does not expect an answer, although she can see clearly that Burkeso has life and everything that humans should have.

But death still doubts Boulkeso's human identity in his heart.

Even further began to doubt what Naifitian really looked like.

It is true that Nefitian's life will have a key point, but why Nefitian never dies of old age?

This is not normal at all, unlike the life that any normal world will give birth to.

Life should have a normal end, rather than just ushering in its own end through killing or other means.

Death is curious, but no one will give him an answer.

Maybe the archangels and demons would know something, but death has no way to find them for answers now.

Compared to satisfying one's curiosity, death still wants to accomplish the revenge he deserves more.

There are too many secrets in the archangel and the demon god. It would be too difficult for her to get answers to all the secrets.

Death has long felt exhausted, and having a consciousness similar to humans is also a problem for their incarnation of such rules.

They like the feeling of thought, but they don't want to be human at all.

Because there are too many painful things in human nature, what is possessed in human nature does not conform to the essence of existence like death.

Death sensed that his agent had found his apostle, and the occurrence of this incident made Death slightly divert his attention.

She was still a little curious about what Frank wanted to do.

This is also the most suitable opportunity to sow a seed of death.
Chapter completed!