Malthael quietly appeared where he shouldn't have appeared.
A shadowless and erratic soul is on a planet.
He could see the planet beneath him, and he could also see the high-level heaven with doors appearing not far away.
Malthael did not intend to kill all humans from the beginning, but simply wanted to kill all demons.
The reason why the Nephalem became Malthael's target was simply because the power in his body was part of the devil's.
It is possible for nephalem to become demons, and Joriz, who has transformed into the Poison King, is the best proof of this.
Malthael was worried that even after he defeated all the Hell Demons, the Nephalem would be corrupted because of him.
If the Nephalem cannot be eliminated, the Demon King of Hell will eventually reappear in the Burning Hell.
Inaris and Lilith were not the only ones who were tired of the eternal war and sneaked away to Sanctuary.
Every archangel is tired of the never-ending war, but they just choose a completely different direction.
People in this world do not have the blood of the demons from the Burning Hell in their bodies. If the Burning Hell had not come to this world, people here would never have anything to do with the Burning Hell.
But everything has changed now, after the Burning Hell and the High Heaven appeared in this place together.
Human beings may become angels because of their noble personality, or they may become demons because of their corruption.
Malthael had to put away his compassion for humans and began to think about how to completely eliminate the existence of demons.
He didn't want to have any chance of facing the eternal battle of the past.
"Bulkess, I hope your plan will succeed more than you do.
You want to go back in time and tell me to erase it, and I also want to go back to the beginning and prevent the formation of the Burning Hell.
But the power of time remains unknown until you truly understand it.
And you will never become a god."
Malthael was actually talking to himself, but his tone seemed to be expecting someone to hear him.
The Archangel of Wisdom was not cold from the beginning.
As an archangel, he once had the same kindness as Auriel.
He also has the same compassion hidden under the light as Imprius.
It's just that Malthael seems to think that he has no choice.
"Thanos, I hope you won't disappoint me."
Malthael said Thanos' name, and he seemed to be looking forward to it.
Obviously Thanos, the overlord of the universe, is already closely related to him.
However, Malthael never has only one choice, he always likes thorough preparation.
The power of wisdom is not something that can be underestimated.
…
"Gruchak! Hurry up!"
Mocott shouted.
He sensed something was wrong.
But at this time, he was in Gruchak's territory, and there was nothing he could do except urge Gruchak.
"You told him to hurry up? What to do?
Hurry up and crush Lucien who is almost like rotten meat? Or hurry up and knock us down together?"
He looked at Lucien who could scoop up dumplings with a spoon and said with an ugly face.
He finally understood why Mocott was worried before.
Lucien is not dead yet, but it would be better to die sooner.
The legendary demon's vitality now became the source of Lucien's torture.
Every bone on the body had been crushed into powder, and every piece of flesh with tendons had been smashed.
If you pick out those tendons, you can roll the meat into meatballs.
"Something happened outside, you'd better clean it up quickly!"
Mocott's urging became a little urgent.
The uneasiness deep in his heart was spreading.
"Shut up, you!
Aren’t I working hard!?”
Gruchak said angrily.
Most demons are no match for Gruchak, but the vitality of most demons can delay him for enough time.
If Gruchak was willing to use his rage like a normal barbarian, the battle would have been over long ago.
But this guy doesn't like to use anger, he just likes the strength of his body's muscles.
It seems that such a battle can be considered real.
"Can you give me a good time?
If you don’t want to, you can ask the guy over there to give me a hammer!”
Lucien's voice was very erratic, like a low roar...
The experience of being killed by Gruchak is quite pleasant for humans, but for demons it is not much better than falling into the hands of Duriel.
That's terrible!
It's not the kind of dignity that hurts when being tortured, but the kind of anger that makes you unable to die.
"Shut up!"
Gruchak picked up one of Lucien's eyeballs from the ground, then held it in his hand with a little force.
According to his experience, the legendary demon's body will become stronger and stronger during this kind of "battle".
The last intact place left in the body is almost the entirety of this legendary demon.
Most of the time, the death of the devil will be declared after this last thing is smashed.
But the sturdiness of this thing is also a challenge for Gruchak.
He always spends a lot of effort on this last step.
"Mr. Gruchak, I would like to ask if there are other ways to relieve your domain?"
Dr. Reed said expressionlessly.
If Reed can be more cheerful, he will definitely become a lovable clown.
His body is capable of inserting chopsticks into his nostrils and opening his mouth...
Unfortunately, Dr. Reed is different from another rubber man who can extend his body freely. Dr. Reed is a scientist.
"how could I know?"
Gruchak clasped his hands together and clamped Lucien's last intact eyeball, and was squeezing the body with all his strength.
If possible, Gruchak also hopes to be able to freely control his own field.
But compared to the legendary realm that belongs to barbarians, this thing is better said to belong to the legendary realm of Gruchak's muscles...
The principles followed in this field are not clear even to Gruchak himself.
“Then do you mind letting me try it?
If you appear standing in the end and this field is released, what if we all lie down?
Will this allow this field to be eliminated?"
Dr. Reed still asked, although he knew that the question was more like falsification, but he didn't care.
Scientists are a group that needs a bottom line, but sometimes only by breaking through the bottom line can we get results...
This is a consensus among scientists living in this country. As for the bottom line, their bottom line is very flexible.
It seems that this experiment does not require much effort, and it is even enough to ask Gruchak not to interfere.
But in fact, the most difficult part of this experiment is Gruchak!
The purpose of the birth of this field is more like a colosseum that exists for Gruchak...
Or the cage in a wrestling ring...
"Get out!"
Gruchak heard Reed's words while he was exerting force, and almost stopped using his force!
The word "fuck off" is considered civilized!
This makes people a little helpless.
"That's why I said this is trouble!
This bastard is the kind of bastard who will only give in after a fight!
I even suspect that the purpose of this guy opening the field is to force others to fight with him!
All the people from the Tagus tribe are bastards!"
Mocott said angrily.
It’s not that you’re afraid that you won’t be able to defeat the opponent, it’s normal that you won’t be able to defeat them.
After Gruchak opened his domain, even barbarians like Cassius and Kotur, who were at their peak in bare-handed combat, could not defeat the bastard Gruchak...
The fact that Gruchak has a body similar to that of Kotur is not at all due to talent!
Gruchak's physical talent is actually not that outstanding, and his innate conditions are no match for Kotur.
But he is able to have such an exaggerated body shape now entirely because of how much sweat and effort this guy has put in...
According to Gruchak, the muscles on his body will never betray him.
In this field, even if Mocott wants to mobilize his anger, it is a bit difficult.
Especially if you want to condense your anger into substance and reach the point where it can burn your soul.
"I understand why the barbarians of the Tagus tribe are not welcome.
But these guys are really reliable when it comes to fighting demons."
Rumlow touched his backpack, trying to find a cigar.
Then there were no cigars left in his backpack.
"Constantine, give me a cigarette! I want the silk card you like, not that damn soul thing!"
Rumlow waved to Constantine.
"It's easy to say, but this cigarette can only be lent to you.
When the time comes, you have to give it to me in exchange, and you still owe me a favor."
Constantine forced out a somewhat flattering smile, and then threw the entire box of cigarettes in his hand before Rumlow could object.
"If you have a way to get out of here, do it quickly.
After I get out, I’m willing to use my entire month’s salary to buy you cigarettes.”
Rumlow's eyes were staring at Constantine, as if he believed that Constantine could come up with such a plan.
"You trust me more than Dr. Reed.
I would rather give it a try, it would be even better if I could take away the legendary demon with only one eyeball left."
Constantine turned his head and looked at Gruchak, who was still fighting with the eyeballs in his hand.
"But I need a guarantee.
It's not like I haven't been to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas before. That person was able to come to this place with such strength.
Don't lie to me and say that there is no permission from Bulcaisel here.
So I need to know specific things.
To be precise, if I open this field, will it ruin the plan of Bulcaisuo?"
Constantine's words were directed at Mocott.
After all, that guy Gruchak doesn't seem to care about this kind of thing.
Although Gruchak proved not long ago that he is just not smart and not stupid.
But this kind of question is obviously not something that an unintelligent person can know the answer to.
Constantine was a little hesitant, although the direction of the development of the situation was not too good for him.
But it's not so bad that he has to take action.
The worst he could do was to be beaten violently, and it was not like he had never experienced this kind of thing before.
Could it be that the feeling of being beaten by Gruchak is more painful than the feeling of King Shark lying on his back?
Well, that’s a pain in two senses of the word…
Facing Constantine's question, Mocott also hesitated.
He wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, and he didn't know if Bulqueso had already figured it out.
But the sense of crisis deep in his heart was growing little by little.
This feeling is not pleasant!
Mocott felt that his head was a little confused.
There are not many barbarians who can see through other people's calculations, and most of them are still concentrated in the Tagus tribe.
Not all those bastards are guys like Gruchak.
Hailab and Banal are actually very smart, but they were the only ones who noticed something was wrong with Bulcasso.
Mocott was unaware of this problem.
"If something happens, I will make up for it!"
Mocott's voice became calmer and full of power.
He is well aware of it!
He has been around long enough, and he was ready to sacrifice when he trapped the hammer with his weak body.
If he needs to sacrifice now, it will just be that the sacrifice comes a little later than he expected.
Mocott doesn't care about the result!
And if you do this, you can also avoid being pushed to the floor by Gruchak with a blaster...
"It's really scary, you are all full of determination.
Just how far can you go with your determination?"
Lucien's voice sounded with some trembling.
It sounds like you are talking distractedly while your ribs are being squeezed by a hydraulic press...
"everything!"
A small flame flashed out from Mocott's body.
Substantial anger can emerge from Gruchak's belief in power, and Mocott is obviously furious.
"Okay, just don't blame me when the time comes.
It shouldn’t be a problem if I want to use the power of these demons and angels, right?”
Constantine pointed to the remains of the demons and Dutianlings that had been smashed into pieces on the ground and said.
"Can you tell that Du Tianling is an angel?"
Mocott was a little surprised.
"Forget it, it's up to you.
Anyway, there won’t be any big problems.”
Mocott said a little impatiently.
The sense of crisis deep inside spreads very quickly.
Mocott suddenly thought that this situation was very similar to what it was like before the barbarian prophets awakened.
Most of the barbarian prophets awaken before certain disasters come.
This is Inaris' love for his children.
To say that Inarius's favorite child is probably the first generation Bulkatho.
As the eldest brother, the first generation Bulkesso assumed the heaviest responsibility in the family.
This love also extends to the descendants of the first generation of Bulcasso.
"Okay, let me see if I can make a body out of the remains of these angels and demons.
Maybe I can recreate the miracle that humans create humans."
Constantine's words made Dr. Reed look askance!
This approach naturally reminded him of the Jim Hammond whom Constantine mentioned before!
Artificial man, artificial soul!
But Dr. Reed couldn't figure out how this approach would help open up Gruchak's field!
"If it succeeds, the guy born will be the first-generation Nephalem.
Although he is not a child of knowledge and destiny, what are the chances of him being born powerful?"
Constantine seemed to be telling his plan, or talking to himself.
Except for Gruchak, who was still fighting with Lucien's eyes, everyone present was focused on Constantine!
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._
This chapter has been completed!