In the kingdom of the dead, Tyrell is paying attention to what is happening on the ground together with the death in front of him.
"Death...I mean Ashira, what are your plans?"
Tyrell looked at Death with a somewhat unswerving look, and quickly changed his words.
Death looked at everything in front of him quietly, as if he didn't know where to start on this topic.
"If you want to tell a story."
Death spoke to Tyrael meaningfully.
Tyrael is not completely worthless.
There is something in him that cannot be replaced by other existences.
Whether it is the emotional connection with Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom, or the inextricable connection with the barbarians.
Even if he died in the hands of Israel, he was still the Archangel of Justice recognized by Inprius and Auriel.
No one can take away his presence.
The justice in Rorschach is only derived from the person of the Archangel of Justice. Rorschach made his own choice and did not become a new Archangel of Justice.
Or maybe the stubborn Izual will change when facing Tyrael.
Death is not stupid. If she were stupid, she would not have been the only one unscathed in that war.
"I have several brothers, not from this side of eternity, but from another world."
As he spoke, Death turned into that girl-like appearance.
He looked a little nostalgic.
"The Sandman is the one who takes care of me the most, or his approach is just not understood.
And now, I want to bring him back. From the world forbidden by them for eternity.
He will understand me, and he is the only choice to master the power of dreams."
The words about death are unclear, and even the "story" is not told much.
It was just a matter of saying a person's name.
Tyrell listened quietly, waiting for the next story.
"Constantine has his objects in his hands, as well as the ruby in the hands of the guy who calls himself Dr. Destiny.
Two objects are enough to awaken my brother's will.
As for Constantine, I have to say that his ability to not be haunted by dreams is worthy of my special regard.
It's just that he is a mortal after all, and he has never thought of going beyond the realm of mortals.
This makes me a little regretful.”
Death said so.
Looks bland.
This performance made Tyrell a little nervous.
He couldn't tell where his nervousness came from, but it had enveloped him.
When the deceased appears in front of death, he loses the ability to control himself.
No matter how powerful he was in life, the dead cannot defy death.
Unless death grants the privilege.
"You want to hear the process of the previous battle? No, I can't tell you. Because you will definitely make changes in our peaceful life.
How can justice be without bloodshed?"
Death smiled lightly and looked at Tyrell in front of him.
He appeared in front of Tyrell with a mocking and contemptuous attitude.
"Where do you stand?"
Tyrell asked, sweat could already be seen on his forehead.
But no one cares how the dead sweat.
"Position? What do you think? The balance between life and death? Or world peace?"
Death smiled and casually opened a scene in front of the two of them.
Above is the situation on Thanos' side.
A lot of alien technology has been added to the body of Burning Angel Ozil.
But this is not to make him stronger, but to firmly block Ozil's upper limit of strength.
The moment Tyrell saw Ozil, his pupils dilated.
"Mathael!"
He couldn't help but shout out the name of the Archangel of Wisdom. Ozil's appearance made him know that the time in this world was much shorter.
The excitement brought by seeing Ozil is more intense than seeing the King of Plague appear in the world.
The Plague King can only show that Baal is still unwilling to remain silent, and Ozil is the vanguard of Malthael.
The Soul Reaver is on his way.
Although Tyrell didn't recognize the purple guy with a chin like a fist, he knew that Ozil would not be controlled.
The Burning Angel has never been controlled.
In addition to bringing fire and cooked food, he also brought uncontrollable disasters.
Although Thanos is not weak, it is not enough to make Ozil bow!
"That guy, you should probably remember his name, Thanos, the Titan of Destruction.
He also has a younger brother, but now he doesn’t remember it at all.”
Death looked at Thanos' somewhat excited expression, but his excitement was waning.
This guy has died several times.
But every time, he runs rampant like a reckless wild boar. This kind of Thanos makes Death a little distressed.
An obsessive love?
It is a helpless burden and boredom.
"He will always take the path of destroying the world, sometimes he will succeed, sometimes he will fail.
But he will always walk on this road. I think he can replace the guy of annihilation. After all, destruction can be achieved as long as you have no conscience or remain indifferent.
Thanos at least needs to have some sense to be annihilated."
Death spoke softly.
Tyrell doesn't feel good.
"Is your inability to fight a disguise?"
He still asked, his eyes fixed on death.
"No, I'm really not good at fighting. Whether it's me in this world or the me in the world I was devoured. Fighting is too boring.
What is the purpose of fighting? The most serious thing is to bring death, and I am death, so there is no point in fighting for me."
Death said so.
One picture became two.
One side shows the situation on Thanos' side, and the other shows the battle situation on the Plague King's side.
The battle on the Plague King's side has become increasingly fierce. The poison and damage have made this place unsuitable for humans for decades.
Everyone present looked seriously injured.
"That arm is a creation of destruction. It's interesting. It reminds me of a guy who is always hungry, but no one ever wants him to be full."
Death talked about irrelevant topics, slowly sat on his throne and curled up.
Like an ordinary lazy little girl.
"You want to warn me?"
Tyrell looked at the death in front of him and said.
Their understanding of the world is still too superficial.
Perhaps the only person who has ever really dealt with them is Death in front of them.
And that timid look made them take death too lightly.
"Including me, there are only five strongest people in this world.
Death, eternity, infinity and annihilation, as well as the court of life on the opposite side.
Guess who is the guy who really has the same ideals as you?"
Death smiled, as if Tyrael's embarrassment pleased her.
"I guess the court of life."
Tyrell answered Death's question casually, his expression unchanged.
"It's my brother, Sandman."
Death named a name off the list.
There are seven children in total, and the order from oldest to youngest is "fate", "death", "sleep", "destruction", "desire", "despair", and "joy".
Among them, "desire" and "despair" are twins, and "joy" was renamed "delirium".
There is more to death than Tyrell imagined.
Destiny is never simple.
In particular, Tyrael knew a brother named Inarius, who was powerful but always hidden.
Sandman is a derogatory name.
He should be called the Lord of Dreams.
But Sandman has become his most famous name.
Witnessing the world's first tragedy and nightmare between Abel and Cain, he summoned the three goddesses of fate to inquire about the whereabouts of the treasure.
However, the process of reshaping the dream world was not successful, and the two worlds began to compete with each other.
The Sandman has fallen, but fortunately his treasure is still there.
And escaped their sight for eternity.
The only person who knows this is dead, and maybe some of the guys who managed to survive in that battle.
But those guys didn't dare to tell anyone.
Because it was only because of the mercy of death that they did not become one of the countless living beings whose memories were washed away.
Survivors will fear death because they cannot escape its grasp.
As for the other brothers, Death had no intention of saying anything.
"The guys who hurt Sandman all have one thing in common, that is, they are always awake. What do you think of this punishment?"
Death said casually.
Then he yawned.
Being rejected in a dream means mental stress.
It is not a sleepless wakefulness maintained by short and broken sleep, but the pain of living in mental torture all the time.
Death will not redeem them.
For example, Nick Fury is always everywhere.
Nick Fury knew the "Sandbag" because he was the initiator of the "nightmare" that resulted in Sandman being transformed into the Demon Lord by taking away this treasure.
Nick Fury is so good that he can still play a good role by intervening in the war between gods as a mortal.
This kind of record alone is enough for him to be complacent.
But when punishment and curse fell on his head, no one stood up to speak for him.
Most of the people who know what he has done have already changed their lives.
The other survivors will not stroke their beards for Nick Fury!
"Very cruel, but what are you going to do through me? Awaken your brother?"
Tyrell said this and then sat directly on the ground.
His personality was handed over to Rorschach personally, and his power was taken away by Israel. He can't do anything now.
Like a mascot.
At this time, he seemed to be unable to do anything except not worry.
The identity of a listener is not unfamiliar to Tyrell either.
"I want you to pay the price to the barbarians for me as part of the exchange for the power of Dream."
Death said this, and there was a slight snore coming from her mouth. She was sleepy.
The sleepy look is kind of cute.
"why me?"
As soon as Tyrell said these words, he knew that he had done something stupid.
Why him? Of course because he is the weakest now.
There is no choice.
He cannot escape the grip of death.
Because he died in this world.
Even if Malthael came to this world with a share of death, he could not take away Tyrael's soul from the death that calls itself Ashira.
Death did not answer Tyrael's stupid question, which made Tyrael sigh in relief.
If the shame is only for a moment, then that's fine.
The King of Plague on the screen finally became completely furious.
Barr's constant control of him gave rise to some childlike rebellion.
Being controlled and unable to fight with all his strength left King Plague with nowhere to vent his desire for destruction.
The poisonous mist began to spread little by little, breaking through Loki's best-effort blockade.
And Dr. Doom, who was constantly told by Barr to be more cautious, became the first victim of the plague king's rage!
Teleport, smash!
Show no mercy!
The moment the Plague King appeared behind Dr. Doom, his giant arm had already landed on Dr. Doom's head.
The entire movement was so swift that there was no time for anyone to react.
Maybe Mocott can react, but Rumlow has become so weak that even the connection with him has become intermittent.
No one can save Dr. Doom's life from the plague king, except himself!
And Midnight, who keeps trying to master Dr. Doom’s body!
There was a sound like a watermelon being smashed!
Dr. Doom fell softly to the ground.
Every bone in the body was broken in the huge impact, and this kind of injury was enough to be fatal.
But Dr. Doom's will is particularly clear at this time!
The King of Plague still took back some strength at the last moment. After all, the rebellious child did not dare to put his father's will behind his head.
But Midnight's soul completely controlled Dr. Doom's body at that moment, and under this blow, it turned into soul fragments to nourish Dr. Doom's body!
Thanks to the "great and selfless" Midnight for taking the heavy blow from the King of Plague's wrath on behalf of Dr. Doom!
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