Tyrael is already a wise angel filled with death.
He is a little different from Malthael.
Mathail is wisdom first, death last!
Everything he did was guided by wisdom, but the conclusion he came to was inhumane.
Now Tyrael, death comes first! Wisdom comes last!
This death is a gift from the death that prefers to call itself "Asheela"!
The death of two worlds finally became the death of one world.
But maybe this is what she wants.
The power of one death was surrendered, but two wills of death remained in one body.
She was looking at Tyrell in the corner.
There are countless kingdoms of the dead, but there is only one throne that will eventually lead to it.
Only when you come to this place can you see the essence of death, and only then can you be qualified to receive this power.
Tyriel is the being chosen by Death after a long wait.
Strong and stubborn.
I may not say that I am full of hostility towards this world, but I don’t have much favorable impression either.
The Tyrael used to exist for justice, but he was as ignorant as a fool.
Choose to go against the iron law of higher heaven, but he hesitated after taking action.
A guy who claims to be righteous, but is not invincible.
It’s different now!
“Your Highness Ashira, what should I do now?”
The figure of Minahak appeared beside Death.
She called the other person by the name "Aishila".
The Skeleton King's retinue, the immortal but terminated Skeleton King's only thought of death.
It would be just right to treat her as a maid.
“Waiting for an opportunity.”
Death said this, slowly watching Tyrell's figure fade away from the realm of the dead.
She and Tyrael both knew one thing.
That means Tyrael is still a dead man!
Still a soul!
Even though he got a share of death, he didn’t get anything that could be called life!
Tyriel is not affected by Malthael.
Because he is dead! He has no life!
But if Malthael still reaches the level of Harrogath Holy Mountain, Tyrael will tell Malthael what cruelty is!
The prerequisite for death is to live!
And Tyrael is not alive!
Same authority, but Tyrael doesn’t have the weakness to be caught!
But this also means that Tyrael will still be controlled by death to a certain extent.
Because the dead still hold the power of death, after all Tyrael died in this world.
But neither of them will mention this matter. This is a tacit understanding.
Minahak quietly waited for Death to say what he wanted to say, but received nothing.
Death has left this throne and has gone to who knows where.
Minahak held the Mad Lord's scepter in his hand, hesitating a little.
Let’s talk about it next time?
Calm has returned to the kingdom of the dead.
If you don’t take into account the constant roaring and wailing of the dead souls.
At this time, Tyrael had already begun to review the dead under his command.
How can there be a lack of soul in the hands of death?
This is his deal with death.
Although no one has said anything about this transaction.
“A bunch of soul memories, and some monster-like guys.”
Tyrrell said softly.
The dark face looked a little cold.
What Death wants is not something like upgrading the world, and becoming stronger is not the result she expects.
A goddess who is not good at fighting at all, a goddess who is full of love for life but only gets the fear of life.
An innocent goddess who will be disturbed by her lack of fear?
From Tyrael's point of view, it would be better to capture Yizuer, no, even Ozil to die, than that goddess.
The gods had feelings and so on, and Tyrael had no problem with that.
He also has feelings.
But it’s a bit strange for a god like Death to waver at any time on less important matters.
Life or death, this is a question of either choice.
But this death will regret his judgment and change his judgment for this reason.
That’s outrageous!
But the hidden hatred made Tyrell shudder.
The richness is even more terrifying than when Bulcasso chopped Adelia into pieces, although this example is not very suitable.
Because Bulcaisel's hatred at that time was a bit insignificant compared to his overwhelming anger.
But Tyrell could not think of a more representative example.
Perhaps Lilith’s feelings towards other angels and demons can be considered one?
Can the first Burkiso's hatred for Inarus can also be regarded as one?
But it was too far away, and far away Tyrell almost forgot everything that happened at that time.
“Create chaos and then separate the two worlds?”
Tyrrell muttered softly.
This was one of the conclusions he came to after speculating on death.
Death is so awkward. Except for the fact that she calls herself "Asheela", she is always consistent with her appearance, and she always seems to be quarreling with herself about other things.
Death is not the pure winner of that world war, but the union of two goddesses who chose to compromise.
For them, their own world is their "hometown", and they have somewhat superfluous feelings for their fellow villagers.
Although Death enjoys their care for eternity, it is hostile to those guys in its heart?
Such a conclusion surprised Tyrell.
…
At this time, something somewhat different happened on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
The land here contains the seeds of power left by Malthael. Even if the holy mountain itself continues to use its own power to wear away, the shadow of death has never disappeared.
And "Asheela" who can eliminate these forces has never climbed this holy mountain.
With the death of a world, changes occurred, and the Holy Mountain of Harrogath became the first place where abnormality occurred.
The three ancestors stood together in front of the steps of the Elder's Temple, blocking Leiko who wanted to go in directly.
Several areas on the Holy Mountain have lost the vitality they had managed to gain before, as if they were suffering from alopecia areata, which is unbearable.
But at this time the three ancestors blocked the impulsive guy.
“Don’t cause trouble!”
This is what Kahn said.
As a member of the Three Ancestors, his qualifications are still relatively low.
But as the third ancestor, he has obtained more powerful power from the Holy Mountain.
A power far superior to other ancestors.
Although it is not as powerful as before in life, the distance is not far away.
It’s just that he was still a little nervous when he spoke.
Kahn is not a sociable savage...
“Don’t be impatient, we will take care of it!”
This is what Talik said.
He carried the evidence of shame on his shoulders, and his face did not look very good.
The timing is a little too weird.
Burkeso left the Holy Mountain, Leiko just came back not long ago, and Sonya is still wandering outside.
The changes on the Holy Mountain can easily be imagined in Malthael.
The power of the Death Angel will not be excited at will.
Talik exchanged serious glances with Korik.
Neither of them felt that Malthael had come to this world.
According to Malthael's habit, if he really comes, he will definitely appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath as soon as possible.
Even if they are not here to fight, they will come here to make their own declaration.
“Don’t worry, Malthael hasn’t come to this world yet!”
Kelik said this, and all the ancestors below showed mocking expressions.
Would they fear Malthael?
Obviously not!
They are already dead.
The dead man's soul is gone, and everything about himself is integrated into the holy mountain at his feet.
Could Malthael be able to kill a dead man again?
"We have all heard about what happened over there. The three ancestors should consider whether it is Lilith or Rasma who is coming!"
When Cassius said this sentence, there were many indescribable swear words mixed in.
There are only three ancestors. In the eyes of these barbarians who don’t have much respect for the first generation of Bulcasso, they are compatriots who are slightly stronger and carry a slightly heavier burden.
There is nothing to be awe-inspiring.
“Obviously not, have you sensed the turbulence of the bloodline from the Holy Mountain?”
Olongus bared his teeth and patted Cassius on the shoulder, smiling a little ugly.
Rasma, as the first generation Nephalem, once such a being appears nearby, the Holy Mountain will not remain unresponsive.
And Lilith, as the mother of Nephalem, is even more so.
Now that the Holy Mountain only has movement towards the power of "death", it will naturally not be the arrival of Rathma or Lilith.
“Then what are we going to do when we gather together?”
Cotur twisted his invisible neck and spoke angrily.
Cole on one side paused the Wrath of the Hidden Peak on the ground, his face as ugly as the bottom of a pot, and shouted: "Let's see if the three ancestors can find a way to solve the problem. If death continues to wreak havoc, Banal will go crazy first!"
The names of these two ancestors are somewhat similar, but the difference in personality is still quite large.
Ko'tur is frighteningly honest, while Kol's irritability is like a ball of fire.
Not far away, Banal's body was covered in bright red anger, and his eyes were bloodshot.
In his arms he held several dogs that had died in the turbulence of the power of death, and their souls followed at his feet.
The ancestor wanted to see the Berserker lose control.
There is no Orak to stop this fool now.
The power of death will not affect the dead existence, but it is tantamount to annihilation for these small animals!
"I've been chattering endlessly, lend me the Fury of the Hidden Peak, and I'll give that ball of death power a ground-shattering slash!"
Halab walked directly in front of Cole and stretched out his hand!
Then Cole slapped his hand away with a dark face.
“If you want to touch the Wrath of the Hidden Peak, the best way is to conquer me! Otherwise, wait until my wish is over and you can borrow it from Bulcaisuo!
Otherwise, don’t even think about it!”
Cole roared at Hirab, looking anxious.
To put it bluntly, the barbarians were only slightly concerned about this matter. Perhaps except for Banal, no ancestors cared about this matter at all.
The ancestors had long been prepared to give up everything.
It's just fighting, they have long been used to it.
It would be difficult to make them nervous for some signs.
The number of ancestors who would be nervous because of some omens on the Holy Mountain is not large, but it is not a small number either.
There are three in total!
During their lifetime, the barbarians at least gained a period of stable growth!
They are Orak, the god of war, who has carried the mission of the rise and fall of the barbarians for a long time, Qualkek, the general of the Holy Mountain Guard Corps, and one of the three previous ancestors, the great prophet who enjoys the respect of the barbarians, the battle prophet Mardoc
…
Talik stood on the high platform with a gloomy expression.
He had some difficulty understanding the current situation.
As for the Holy Mountain Gate at this time...
Three Ancestors candidate, supernumerary guard Kalqiu is at work.
Leiko watched the death energy churning in the corner, a hint of haze flashed in her eyes.
Inheriting the heavy responsibility from Volusk, she will not treat it like nothing happened.
As for finding that death?
After seeing the true power of Imprius, she finally had some respect for these guys who could represent authority in their own right.
Another method is needed, and Leiko is still considering it.
…
In Gotham City, which is full of laughter and laughter.
Bruce Wayne and Craig were chatting in the Batcave.
It is said to be a casual conversation, but in fact it is just sitting and practicing on their own.
After Bruce became a savage, his butler Afu didn't worry about his safety for a long time.
At the beginning, both Alfred and Wayne knew very well that Bruce Wayne, as an ordinary person, could not always be the Batman, because there would be times when ordinary people's bodies could not hold on.
Not to mention the threat posed by the endless emergence of super villains is huge.
Even though Bruce still has the ability to make money despite being a billionaire, modern technology in terms of physical recovery is in the hands of strange forces.
After all, the more you transcend the bottom line of being a human being, the easier it is to make great progress in the human body.
The Wayne Group is more than a step behind those guys when it comes to the human body.
There is no need to worry about that aspect now.
Afu is now worried about when Bruce accidentally exerted too much force and the super villains didn't even have time to carry him into the ambulance.
This will make Batman's vest lose its original function.
Although there is a potion that can save lives, Bruce, who suffers from persecution paranoia, has no idea of exposing the existence of this thing in the slightest.
Who knows what kind of strange things this thing can attract.
As for Craig, he kept punching the stone in the corner of the cave.
The movement of the fist became faster and faster, almost causing sparks to fly.
“Craig, are you going to be a superhero?”
Wayne asked as he looked at the computer and looked at the news about the New York battlefield on the monitor.
“Superhero? Oh, you mean the kind that fights super villains. I was, at least in my remaining memories, a ‘superhero’.”
While Craig answered Wayne's questions, his hands still didn't stop.
Every time I throw a punch, I try my best to do it wholeheartedly, but when I answer Wayne, it seems a bit perfunctory.
“Well, it seems that the reincarnation of the legendary monk is not all good news for you. Are you still Craig now?”
Wayne turned his head and looked at Craig's back and asked.
He was full of doubts about the reincarnation of the monks.
Is this a person's future, or is he borrowing his past self to be reborn in someone else's body?
There is a difference between killing someone and replacing them and building someone's future.
Wayne harbored some fears.
“Don’t be afraid, Bruce! Your fear will make you look like a headless fly when facing Diavolo.”
Craig unconsciously assumed the posture of Karasim, and the difference between reincarnation and seizing the body seemed really not that big.
He could already smell fear.
“Fear can also be my strength. Because fear of me will make those assholes care about the rules a little bit.”
As Wayne said this, he took out a bottle of Lafite from his pocket.
Although I don’t know what year it was made, I’m sure it was very expensive.
"Most of the corrupted heroes have thought this way, but none of them! Note! Not even one of them has ever been able to escape Diavolo's clutches!"
Craig finally stopped moving his hands as he spoke.
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After he turned around, his eyes did not look like that of the immortal gentleman who had sought death in despair, but instead were full of wise warning.
That is the look in the eyes of the legendary monk Vandaloni.
Wayne looked at Craig seriously, broke off the mouth of the bottle, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and then asked after swallowing.
“So, what about you? Have you ever been afraid?”
Craig's eyes flickered a little, and after a long time he slowly said: "All the time."
Who can not be afraid?
Other than the courageous guy named Inprius, who can be without fear?
Even Bulcaisel can only avoid fear by dividing his soul.
He was not without fear, it was just that the fearful side was tightly pinned in a certain corner, cutting off the connection between that part of the soul and the body.
This chapter has been completed!