In the palace of death.
Tyrael looked at the death in front of him thoughtfully.
“You mean, there are more powerful beings among you?”
Tyrrell was not surprised.
After all, he has heard many stories from the mouth of death about swallowing up the rules of another world.
Depending on the harvest, the gods of this world have also undergone tremendous changes.
For example, the existence that has mastered time has not officially appeared in front of everyone until now.
“Yes, Eternal is just one of the guys who masters new powers the fastest. I also have a sister, and she has gained the most.”
Death spoke calmly.
Then he took a small tea cup from Mina Harker's hand and sipped it slowly.
Had it not been for the very unstable aura on her body, Tyrell might have thought that the death in front of her was a rational being.
Sister of death, there is only infinity.
An existence with many powers over time, space, matter, energy and reality.
She is still sleeping now. This is because she was seriously injured in the previous battle, but it is also because she has gained too much and cannot turn it into her own strength in a short time.
The original time of this world was under her control.
It's just that now, the existence called Infinity is still sleeping, and may be forcibly awakened at any time.
A person who doesn't get enough sleep is not in a good temper. Death is just a shot in the arm for Tyrael.
“So, why are you telling me this?”
Tyrell asked calmly.
Looking at the surrounding environment consciously or unconsciously.
He will also be curious about the power of death. After all, Malthael spent a lot of effort to gain enough power for Tyrael to take it seriously.
“Maybe I’m just bored. You are not the righteous archangel who can negotiate terms with me now. You are just a dead person now.
You weakling, I only need to blow one breath and you will become a thing of the past."
Death smiled foolishly, with a hint of teasing.
“You want to bring Leoric back in your own way?”
Tyrrell's question was a decisive one.
Death is not difficult to understand, as long as you can really look directly at it.
After all, this death has no intellectual influence.
Death made no objection to Tyrael's words.
She is not someone who puts all her hopes on others.
For a long time, she was the one who listened to wishes most of the time. Making a wish was too far away for death.
“In other words, you plan to wake up your sisters?”
Tyrrell became more and more certain of his guess.
As a human soul, when facing death, there is always the risk of overturning, but this cannot stop Tyrell from continuing to explore the truth he wants.
“More than that, Tyrael.”
Death finally responded to Tyrael.
It’s just that the current attitude towards death is obviously a bit contemptuous.
“The reason why I tell you this is just because I hope that when Leoric comes back, someone can casually tell him that there is a person named Asila who has done many things for him.”
Death said so.
Like a shy girl.
It’s just that Tyrell couldn’t tell whether these words were true or false.
The mentality of a licker is something Tyrell cannot understand.
“I think you didn’t tell the truth, at least not all of it.”
Tyrell said bluntly.
Death tilted his head, and then looked at Tyrael with a skull face.
“What if I could bring you back to life?”
The words of death made Tyrell stunned for a moment.
It doesn’t seem strange that matters of life and death are controlled by death, but there is something wrong with it.
“Tell me the price!”
Tyrrell reacted quickly.
He does not believe that death will help him for free, so he needs to ask the price in advance before making a decision.
“There is no price, do you dare to believe me?”
After Death said this, he let out a series of giggles.
Tyrrell chose to remain silent.
…
The sacred mountain of Harrogas.
The situation is looking a lot better these days, at least it's not as tense as before.
After all, Sonya has recovered her health. She is just a little confused about her own condition for a while. This is not a problem.
On the contrary, the problem of how to deal with the Immortal Mr. Craig is put before us.
The reincarnation of a warrior monk basically determines the path he will take in the future, but he still needs a little more important help.
Bloodline!
In this matter, Karasim and Vandaloni, who have merged with Craig, can't help much. These two consciousnesses have gradually fallen asleep.
Their experience and strength are completely integrated into this body full of vitality, waiting for the day to be awakened.
Perhaps Craig will become a new legendary monk by then, and at that time he will have completely accepted all of his two "previous lives" and walked out on his own path.
“Jordon Kule, come here!”
Burkeso roared, and the soul of Jotun Kule floated forward with some curses.
What he could think of was that Bulcaisel was planning to make him a tool again, and would not hesitate to threaten him with weapons.
Well, this is a somewhat sad story, but it’s not without its benefits.
For example, the conditions given by Bulkeso.
“A legend, and my blood.”
Burkasso gave the condition that he could deliver it now, looking at Jotun Kule.
These things may not be that precious. After all, if you are willing to look for Bulcaisel's blood, you can still find a lot of it.
At least there are some on the ground now.
However, Bulkesso only needs Jotun Kule to operate Kanai's Cube, and this price is enough.
The resurrection of a soul requires not only a strong will, but also a body that can bear its strength!
“Can I replace the legend with a powerful enough corpse?”
Jotun Kule put forward his conditions with a smile.
It is not an excessive condition.
After all, the concept of "powerful" is relative.
The corpse of an existence at the level of Odin can also support the use of Jotun Kule for a short period of time.
This is probably a test of Bulkeso's bottom line, to see if Bulkeso's so-called moral standards will change due to some things.
This will affect whether some of Jotun Kule's plans need to prepare backup in advance.
“Delivery time unknown.”
Burkeso raised his eyes and answered somewhat erratically.
Sanya is already warming up.
Burkeso has some things to do now, and he doesn’t really want to have a reconstruction-level combat contact with Sonya.
So he turned his attention to Leiko.
He just promised to find a body that is enough for Jotun Kule to use it. There is no urgent request for time, so he just needs to wait.
As long as the existence of this world is not a god, its lifespan is limited.
The corpse of a strong man who died naturally can also reduce the threat of Jotun Kule somewhat.
It doesn’t matter if you agree to come.
“Well, I’ve always worked hard.”
Leiko understood in an instant what Bulcaisuo meant when he looked over.
Twisted his neck and made a series of noises.
It is not an offense to use weapons, as long as it is regarded as a simple wrestling.
Both of them are female barbarians, so there will be no inconvenience.
Although fighting across gender lines is not uncommon for them.
“Johanna’s blood and your blood? Are you planning to create a son? Haha~”
Zordon Kule laughed.
The bloodline of the monk must be reconciled.
It was a not-so-kind joke to tease Bulqueso with such words.
But Bulcaisel won't care anymore.
Some jokes will have almost no effect on Bulkesso, and Bulkesso seems a bit boring in the eyes of Jotun Kule.
“Tch. As long as you don’t want to die, you can say whatever you want.”
Burkeso said in a threatening tone.
As long as Jotun Kule does not touch the bottom line, some freedom of speech can still be given.
As long as Jotun Kule remains a helping hand to the barbarians, Bul-Katho does not mind giving some unimportant help to this ancient Nephalem ghost.
“I just thought about your ancestors, that’s all.”
Jotun Kule took out Kanai's Magic Box and showed it to everyone in his hand.
He didn’t say anything in detail, and there was a hint of ill-intention on his face.
“Come on, give me your blood, and I will make this guy have the blood of a monk.”
"Warning in advance, don't try to take advantage of his authority, you will die miserably."
Burkeso said a little worriedly.
It just sounds like it has bad intentions.
Even if a monk's reincarnation has not regained some strength, it is still dangerous.
After all, no one can predict whether Vandaloni and Karasim's consciousness will suddenly wake up at a critical moment.
If a collision occurs, Jotun Kule will most likely be in trouble. He has been a legendary monk for two lifetimes, and their fists are equally hard and powerful when dealing with their enemies.
Who knows if that situation really happens one day, whether Jotun Kule will go to meet the gods that the monks believe in at that moment.
When Vandaloni was alive, that guy wasn't much worse than Volusk.
Who knows if these guys have any messy gadgets that they can use as a trump card.
“You mean the power of life? I have already been a soul.”
Jotun Kule laughed at the top of his lungs. A breeze blew around his soul, and some fine gravel appeared on the ground.
“It’s best.”
Burkeso gave a final warning.
It is possible for these guys to seize a good body, but that is still a "possible" thing.
A warning is enough.
At worst, there are still monks to deal with these matters.
Now, it’s time for Bulcaisel to deal with the old man who calls himself “War”.
Time has left too many traces on this old man.
The power of time, Bulcasso is very concerned about.
…
At this time, Frank was half lying on the ground, together with Blade.
Dracula left in a hurry before, but this matter was not easy to understand.
Even if Frank and Blade are tied together, they are no match for a real vampire.
Perhaps even if they tie up all the real vampires, Frank and Blade won't be able to hurt each other.
As for Integra, she is special to existing vampires.
Especially since the name of the vampire standing here right now is Silas Victoria.
“Frank, I don’t plan to get too involved in SHIELD’s calculations, but Nick Fury made an offer that I can’t refuse.”
Integuera was standing not far away, holding a cigarette in his hand and talking.
She could have given no explanation, but Frank's difficulty moved her somewhat.
To be more precise, Integra does not intend to provoke an enemy like the Punisher.
After all, if a combat master wants to cause some damage, the threat level is not low at all.
Silas stood there with a sweet smile, still looking around.
Perhaps he wants to find that “father” figure.
But even if Dracula did not leave the scene directly, it was not the Acard she remembered.
Taking care of Frank was not very difficult for Silas, she just paid a little injury as a price.
But now that I am no longer alone in my body, the cost is not much different from nothing, and I can recover in a few moments.
“What the fuck does this have to do with your men knocking me over!”
Frank looked a little excited.
Hand in his hand is a broken firearm that makes one wonder whether it will explode the next time he pulls the trigger.
Looking quite embarrassed.
This was an unreasonable disaster, after all, Silas did not notify him in advance after attacking him.
“I’m going to take that Sunwalker away, and you don’t look like the guy who’s going to let us get what we want.”
Integra's eyes were obscured by the reflection of the glasses.
She stood in front of Frank holding a long knife, and her appearance was somewhat eye-catching.
This woman is not the kind of guy who shows mercy, even though she only stands from a human standpoint, and she also has beautiful qualities such as compassion.
Just dragging her feet is not her style.
But such an explanation is definitely not very sincere.
Frank felt himself getting irritable.
Without any discussion, Silas suddenly appeared and launched a crushing attack on him.
It can be described as being beaten.
After all, the level gap between the two is quite large, and Frank even has some difficulty in capturing the other's actions.
The power in the death ring on Frank's hand was almost exhausted, and he didn't understand why he was being attacked.
It’s surprising that I was dragged down by the Blade Warriors.
"Then take him away. Anyway, I can't resist anything at this time."
Frank came out of this sentence almost word by word.
One hand had already been put under his coat, and there were several grenades there.
As long as it is instilled with the power of death, it is still a big killer.
The Blade Warrior on the side also struggled and took out a grenade-like thing.
In addition to explosives, that thing also contained compressed garlic essence and some broken silver.
This equipment configuration is really professional, but the vampires restrained by this thing are not the same species as the vampires in front of me.
It might be more effective to nail the heart with wooden stakes.
Frank saw the Blade Warrior's completely undisguised movements, and couldn't help but twitching at the corners of his eyes.
This posture and death are both impossible. After all, not many villains are fools and would step forward when they see a grenade.
As for threats, Frank found them useless.
"I think SHIELD won't mind if Blade becomes a non-staff member of the vampire-killing agency, and the help I can provide is no less than what you can do alone."
Integra reluctantly showed a smile, which was a bit stiff.
She didn't care much about majesty. After all, after there were only a few people left in the Helsing organization, from the moment she became a partner of SHIELD, majesty and dignity had already fallen into the dust.
middle.
This woman has never smiled often, and this smile is a little weird.
At this time, Jill appeared a little awkwardly not far away, and the ring on her hand was also taken off.
The body is exuding an aura of decay.
This change only fell in Silas's eyes.
A child and a vampire look at each other.
Silas’s smile is quite sweet.
Gill behaved as stiffly as a puppet.
“You are really energetic now.”
An old voice came from Gill's mouth.
No one present felt familiar.
Only Frank, when he followed the sound, his teeth were almost cracking!
A crunching sound from the teeth!
“As I recall, you are Frank’s son? Or do you have another identity now?”
Integra took a deep drag on the cigarette and slowly blew out a smoke ring.
Only when things are not related to one's own interests, human beings can barely be objective. Even the quality of the first image can become the cause of bias.
At the moment, only Integra is still calm, so she will conduct the preliminary negotiations.
“I just said a few words, don’t be so nervous. Punisher.”
Jill continued to speak.
The child did not have any visible injuries on his body.
“By the way, I’m Merlin. I think this name will be familiar to you.”
Well, the guy who took over Jill's body is Merlin.
The method is a bit excessive and a bit dangerous.
It’s just that Merlin has never seemed to be a guy who likes to think about others.
Even this guy completely ignored Integra’s question.
“I want to see Bulcasso, but I don’t want to leave any injuries on this child. Do you have any ideas?”
Merlin continued.
But he used Jill's body to show a weird smile.
Although the part of his power that can be used is very limited, he can still observe some important things.
“Why don’t you just go to Harrogath and take over my child’s body instead?”
Frank is obviously very angry. This man's life should have ended in revenge, but now it is continued for his family.
Regardless of whether the person who has taken over Jill's body is really Merlin, such an approach will only show strong malice.
“I don’t have enough strength to put my consciousness on that mountain. You seem to have always thought that it was an ordinary mountain?
The power of that place is enough to bring about earth-shaking changes to this planet."
Merlin said this.
There is a bit of bitterness in the voice.
He is obviously dissatisfied with the power he currently possesses.
“If I hadn’t really been able to leave, I would of course have been willing to visit such a strong man in person.
It’s just that I have more important things to do.”
Merlin's somewhat perfunctory explanation would not be approved by Frank.
High anger and a sense of powerlessness were gnawing at Frank's heart.
In the human world, Frank is considered a strong man.
But when facing a guy like Merlin, his strength seemed a little nervous.
What's even more terrible is that he has no way to separate the bodies of Merlin and Jill.
“Okay, knowing too much is not good for you or this child. Now, are you willing to help me think of a solution?”
Merlin continued speaking, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Silas, who was approaching him.
“Let me tell you in advance that my actions will not cause any harm to this child, and I will compensate you as a matter of course afterwards.
So don’t face me like an enemy now, okay?
At least don’t plan on making a surprise attack on me.”
Merlin stretched out Gil's hand and pointed at Silas.
But nothing happened.
The souls residing in Silas's body felt intense uneasiness.
Alerts are being sent to Silas continuously.
Merlin's consciousness also has strong suppressive power over these souls.
“Come back, I will take you to Harrogas. It just so happens that I also have something to ask those barbarians.”
Integra frowned and continued: "Silas, take the Blade Warriors with you, and then we are ready to leave."
Integuera didn’t care at all about Frank’s opinion.
He turned around and walked away vigorously and resolutely.
With a sweet smile, Silas lifted the Blade Warrior from the ground and completed the disarming action.
Silas put the highly professional grenade into his backpack.
Then she took a deep look at Frank who was in pain, and followed Integra thoughtfully.
Frank looked at his son with a painful expression.
He needs to comfort his wife and daughter first. If there is no good way to protect them, Frank has even made plans to temporarily send his relatives back to the kingdom of the dead.
After being contaminated by extraordinary existence, ordinary people’s lives seem to be gradually becoming distant.
“I said, as a legendary figure, can you only think of stories about evil wizards taking over other people’s bodies?”
Merlin said a little weakly.
It’s just that this mature and old-fashioned behavior appeared on Jill, and the strong sense of disobedience became even stronger.
Merlin’s voice accurately reached Frank’s ears: “I am just a warden, guarding the most powerful being in the world.
By the way, make sure no one disturbs her until she wakes up completely."
Merlin's words were malicious.
Frank can tell these apart easily.
He doesn’t understand.
What does Merlin's words mean to him?
Is it just for showing off?
Or is it to make Frank “realize”?
It seems to be a common practice for bad guys to talk about their bad deeds before doing them.
There are fewer and fewer villains in the world who know how to press the detonation button long before meeting the hero.
This chapter has been completed!