In the kingdom of death, there is nothing exciting about a dark palace.
"Can you realize my idea?
Malthael, this is how you convinced me.
But I always had my doubts."
The voice from the mouth of death echoed in this vast palace.
"Of course you should doubt. If one day you no longer doubt at all, then you will have lost the meaning of your existence.
Forgive me for speaking in such a vague way, because in the eyes of others, I am also the kind of wise and mysterious guy.
I can't let their speculations become meaningless.
To exist according to the wise way of existence that everyone hopes for, this is my mercy."
Malthael's voice sounded from the dead body.
The Reaper of Souls hung casually by Death on his waist was shining with a dark light.
"Then come and teach me how to fight.
What you need is not a vase-like death.
As for what Bulqueso asked me to do, I've done it."
Death said lazily.
What Bulkesso needs death to do from beginning to end is just to peel death away from the Archangel of Wisdom.
Now the Archangel of Wisdom is still the Archangel of Wisdom, but Death has also gained a share of the Archangel's status.
No one can say anything more about such a result.
Even if Bulcaisel now appears in front of death, death can say the same.
"So now you're going to do what I want you to do.
What if I say, I need you to stand in front of Bulcaisel and fight him at the right time?
At least take that life away from him.
Life itself is a miracle, and miracles only need to exist to fulfill all the meanings given to them.
Bulcaisel already exists, and his light will be extinguished bit by bit at the right time.
I just need you to blow away the ashes after he is burned out in the wind."
The voice of the Angel of Death spoke softly and with a bewitching tone.
Death is silent about this.
Malthael did not speak, but quietly waited for Death to think, until Death gave him the answer he needed.
"I won't appear on the frontal battlefield, you know.
Even you couldn't defeat that powerful warrior in a head-on battle.
And I know next to nothing about fighting."
He said this long after death.
Malthael's chuckle filled the air.
Death has promised.
As long as she doesn't need to stand on the frontal battlefield, that's her condition.
Malthael got the answer he wanted. As long as Death is willing to completely extinguish the miracle of life after he defeats Bulkatho, she will have completed her mission.
"I don't even mind if you tell other people.
I don't care if Bulcaisel knows that you have made such a decision.
Because he won't care either.
He and I both believe that we are the ones who win in the end.
So it is enough to just start fighting in this world."
Malthael said this as if he was comforting the uneasy Death.
Death was indeed uneasy, even though she only had a brief encounter with Bulcasso at the beginning.
But the pressure brought to her by that battle still existed.
"There's one more thing I'm a little concerned about.
Malthael, what did you do to Thanos?"
Death bypassed the previous topic and asked about Thanos.
Although Thanos often does not make Death happy, it would be wrong to say that Death makes no difference to Thanos.
"I gave him the right to stand in front of you.
Also, let him have his own selfishness in addition to being selfless."
Malthael gave his answer after pondering for a while.
The Reaper of Souls exudes a gray light.
"Enough. Everyone who wants to take advantage of Thanos has underestimated him. He may be more difficult to deal with than you think."
"I know, so this is not an exploit, but a transaction."
A smile could be heard in Malthael's voice.
Is there mercy and mercy in the heart of the Angel of Death?
Maybe, he is an angel after all...
…
In Gruchak's domain, Lucien was now on the verge of death and only needed the last bit of strength.
As long as this guy disappears from this world, Ozil will never have a chance to return.
"It's awesome..."
Lucien's voice was a bit unreal, but Gruchak could hear a hint of relief in it.
"What?"
Gruchak paused his hand for a moment, delaying Lucien's demise.
It's just that Lucien couldn't seize this opportunity. When it was difficult to survive, Lucien wouldn't think too much.
"I suddenly realized why Malthael wanted me to come back.
Although I hate Malthael, I also hate the feeling of being used by him.
But there is one thing you all guessed wrong!
His real purpose is not to be someone you can easily defeat.
It's a being more powerful than me.
But it was too late, there was enough in this world to make him return.
It's really interesting, I never thought that one day I would be the nourishment for him to come back.
But this world has been transformed into a vast plain amid countless disasters.
What a surprise, how did Malthael do it..."
Lucien said this, and then disappeared into Gruchak's hands.
After figuring out Malthael's plot against him, Lucien also lost the meaning of persisting.
There doesn't seem to be much to regret about its complete demise.
Before Lucien dissipated, all he could think of was the angry fist he saw when he died last time.
Uldyssian, this is so interesting!
"I swear I have no intention of saving this devil from you.
Really, please trust me a little bit."
Konstantin smiled and approached Gruchak's side.
"I just want to ask what that guy means..."
With a flattering smile, Constantine took out his favorite Silka cigarette from his pocket, and then respectfully put it into Gruchak's mouth.
Then with a very dog-legged gesture, he lit the lighter and Stick Gruchak lit the cigarette.
"What's the meaning?
What he means is that we and the world are in big trouble."
Gruchak tried to take a deep breath and then said.
Then he waved to Mocott.
"You bastard, am I the first person you want to knock down at this time?"
Mocott cursed and walked up to Gruchak, holding Wu Ming tighter in his hand.
"Sometimes I wonder who is from the Tagus tribe between you and me. Aren't you born from the Storm tribe?"
Gruchak laughed, very heartily.
"Yes, but I have been hanging out with you for too long.
From the time I was alive until the time I died, I was always hanging out with the bastards from the Tagus tribe.
It's always like this, every day I'm in the company of guys like you.
So I used to be very quiet."
Mocott reached out and took out the half-burned cigarette from Gruchak's mouth.
Then he put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.
"Let's do it, seriously.
It's not that I don't want to see the future built by Bulquesso, but I really don't intend to stick to it anymore.
Gruchak, I want to ask you now, are you ready?
If there is anyone under the Demon King of Hell who can truly defeat you, it is probably that guy.
But now, you are just an ancestral spirit, and he still exists.
I never thought that that guy's recovery was actually led by Malthael.
It’s really ridiculous!”
Gruchak threw the burned out cigarette with only the butt on the ground.
At this time, Mocott's somewhat old face finally looked a little more relieved.
"Isn't this the case before?
Neither archangels nor demons can tolerate our existence.
At this time, the appearance of that guy may be the best opportunity.
No one who can defeat him can take action, so he has to leave it to me."
Gruchak looked at the eyeball in his hand that no longer contained Lucien's soul.
Then he clenched his hands with a contemptuous smile and completely crushed the amber eyes here.
The crumbs were like dust, and the crunching sound when broken sounded like a vicious curse.
"After all, only you understand despair, and only you can turn a blind eye to despair.
When the moment of your death arrives, you will be completely surrounded by despair.
I didn’t expect that I would have the opportunity to stand in front of that guy after you died, but this time I won’t face it with you.”
Mocott smiled.
Then he stretched out his hand towards Gruchak.
"Excuse me, who is the guy you are talking about?"
Constantine suddenly squeezed in between Mocott and Gruchak and asked loudly.
His eyes were full of curiosity, and perhaps some unknown calculations.
"Lakanos, the King of Despair.
There is no king among the seven demon kings.
He is also the only demon besides the Seven Demon Kings who is qualified to wear a crown on his head."
Mocott said in the calmest tone.
Then he pushed Konstantin aside from between him and Gruchak.
Rakanos, the King of Despair, is the master of the Plains of Despair in the Burning Hell.
Once the jailer of Yizuel and the tormentor of Inarius.
A demon who serves Andariel.
There are different opinions on whether Rakanos is as powerful as the Seven Demon Kings.
But Lakanos is definitely stronger than Yizuer and Ozil, no one will doubt this.
When Yizuer was captured by the demon kings of hell, he was placed in the Plains of Despair almost without any discussion.
And Lakanos, without any pressure, crushed Yizuer, who never gave up resistance.
Even after Izul became a Freezing Demon, Rakanos was still able to easily defeat Izul.
The existence of Rakanos was also an important factor in the corruption of Yizuer.
Despair, a terrible force!
Even Diavolo has no chance of commanding Izual.
When the great demon arrived at the high-level heaven, Rakanos appeared in the Crystal Sky Corridor.
No one knows when he arrived at that place.
No one knows why Rakanos, who had never left the Plains of Despair before, left the Plains of Despair.
Perhaps he saw real despair in the high-level heaven at that time, so he appeared there eagerly...
It is said that every desperate being can see the figure of Rakanos at the end of his life.
And perhaps no one among the Nephalem has experienced despair for a longer period of time than Gruchak.
"Send me away, I have given everything I have.
He has passed my inspection and is worthy of trust."
Mocott said to Gruchak a little eagerly.
"Really, who spread the rumors?
I have never liked carrying coffins to the funerals of those legends."
Gruchak sighed, then stretched out his hand that had not yet cleaned the ashes and squeezed Mocott's hand tightly.
Between the two ancestors, bursts of light flickered.
From Gruchak's body, the pair of light wings burning like flames slowly opened.
The flame-like brilliance wrapped around Mokete's body, turning into a coffin that shimmered with brilliance.
Mocott's hand loosened up at some point.
Mokot closed his eyes with a kind face.
The originally strong body was withering little by little and becoming shriveled.
On the coffin transformed by the power of courage, a golden cup was slowly filled with blood.
That is everything that belongs to Mokot, the blood of the Nephalem that belongs to this barbarian who has mercy but has to remind himself to abandon mercy.
"Boy, drink it!"
Gruchak stared back at Constantine who was about to reach out, then looked at the ugly-faced Rumlow with his eyes and said.
"This is a decision Mocott made from the moment he chose to stay with you!
You'd better not waste your time!
If Rakanos had arrived quickly, the world would have started to face panic by now."
Gruchak's urging was very anxious.
Rumlow put away his sad expression, then stretched out his hands and held the glass of blood!
His hands were shaking a little, but luckily he didn't spill even a drop of blood.
With trembling hands, he placed the golden cup in front of him, then raised his head!
"Okay boy!
You are now truly qualified to succeed Tarik.
The bloodline of the Stormwind Tribe... is really ridiculous."
I don’t know who Gruchak’s words were addressed to.
After drinking the blood, he fell straight to the ground!
He's still breathing!
Then Gruchak set his sights on Constantine and Dr. Reed.
"I might be a little rougher.
Please bear with it a little!
I'm in a hurry to face Rakanos."
A smile appeared on Gruchak's face!
The next moment, overwhelming power acted on Constantine and Dr. Reed!
After that, the field of power belief will be opened!
In this battle, there is only one person standing at the end!
That's Gruchak!
Just like in the past, he didn't lose to anyone except himself!
This chapter has been completed!