377 Our Lady of Grace! Save us! Go (guarantee, more to come)
"Mathael, I thought you didn't want to see me!"
Karasim said this, and his body appeared in front of Malthael in an instant.
Huge fist gloves have been attached to Malthael's chest, and a white handprint condenses in front of Malthael!
“Fandaroni? But now you are called Karasim.”
Mathael said this.
Then he turned his attention to Sonya, who was almost frantic!
Ozil, who was severely attacked, has fallen to the ground, and his body has almost become a piece of minced meat!
Mathael nodded, and the breath of death enveloped the angel who followed him.
“Are you waiting for Rathma? Or do you want to resurrect Bulkatho?”
Mathail's voice was filled with laughter, but his breath was very calm.
Everything is not out of his control.
“I just want to live.”
Li Min walked up to Malthael and looked at the darkness under the hood without hesitation.
As a follower of the truth of the world, the mage is not ignorant of the ending of the world.
“The world would be a better place if the Bulcaisel you knew had died obediently on the Holy Mountain.”
Malthael said casually, raised his head and looked at the desolation outside the world.
“There is no place for us in the beautiful world you see, Malthael.”
Karasim said this.
The palm pressing on Malthael's chest burst out with a powerful force!
The figure flashed!
It was divided into seven phantoms again and aimed at the enemy!
“I haven’t seen the Seven Phase Fist for a long time. There is no monk who is better at this skill than you. Vandaloni.”
Mathael suddenly started laughing wildly!
Karasim’s attack passed through his body, and the power of death wrapped around his fist!
“Die!”
Vera rolled hard and appeared in front of Malthael!
The flying knife in his hand was divided into three parts and stabbed at Malthael's throat!
“die.”
Malthael repeated these two words in a low voice, and the Reaper of Souls in his hand was already stuck in Vera's throat!
With just one stroke, this witcher's life will be gone!
"ha!"
Sanya buried her head and bumped into Malthael!
Anger and death are entangled!
And an earthen pot appeared silently under Sonya’s feet!
Click!
Sanya crushed the jar, and the dense spiders used Sonya's body to crawl towards Malthael's body!
Natsubo danced while mumbling!
Changes have begun on the ground!
Waves of ripples spread out, turning the ground into a pool of water!
A sharp cry came out, and a piranha with a mouth full of fangs hung on Sonya and Malthael!
But it turned into ashes in just an instant!
“Life cannot resist death, and the soul is also unable to resist.”
Mathael flicked his robe with the Reaper of Souls in his hand.
Then stood behind Sonya!
“I suddenly remembered a spell, does any of you know it?”
Mathael behaves as if he is playing.
He is completely different now!
Having briefly mastered the power of the Great Demon God and the Archangels, he became stronger at an unexpected speed after becoming a Nephalem.
If he were besieged by these Nephalem when he found Bul-Katho, he might not have the slightest chance of winning.
It’s just that it’s different now!
“Worship the three return orders~wow to the opening of the first door of Sanji~wow the blood sacrifice of the wisher~only please~the holy return~”
Malthael said lightly, ignoring the ugly expressions of Li Min and Karasim, and burst out laughing!
"what have you done!"
Karasim said this.
The golden light on his body is flashing crazily!
Ten phantoms appeared around him, assuming various postures towards him!
The mantra spreads on the ground and is constantly turbulent!
“Is this what you gained, Vandaloni? Did you get what you wanted from Yina’s power?
Let me guess, are these phantom bodies capable of releasing the fierce seven-phase fist like you?"
As soon as Malthael finished speaking, he was surrounded by dense phantoms!
The phantoms sat cross-legged, as if they were trying to transcend him.
Each phantom body is divided into seven!
Each heavy blow detonated Malthael's explosive palm!
The continuous roar was like the sound of firecrackers, and the shock wave generated forced all the Nephalem back!
“Wonderful!”
Mathael's figure did not move at all, watching the energy in his body being continuously detonated, but his tone remained calm!
“Fandaroni, how is this possible!”
Li Min let out a shocked roar!
What the Exploding Palm detonates is not the energy left by the monk in that palm print, but everything in the body of the guy who is marked!
The rune "Death to a fraction" prevents the out-of-control energy from slowly weakening, but condenses all the power into the final explosion!
But even so, Malthael did nothing!
The roar and explosion meant that the attack was successful, but Malthael seemed not to have been harmed at all!
Such a scene is enough to make people afraid!
…
And the Rasma side has become a desert at this time.
There was only one corpse accompanying him where he was, and even the existence that occupied this corpse was called Bulcaisu!
The desolation of the realm of the dead faded away from the ground, revealing the very delicate and complex ground!
“This place is very familiar.”
The first-generation Bulkatho shook his spine and looked at Rasma in front of him.
There was a slight tremor in the voice.
It was only then that he noticed the surrounding environment, a closed environment with only three pillars standing!
The mechanisms on the ground made his heart tremble continuously!
“My brother, there is no blood in you. So, don’t worry.”
Lasma's body was shaking constantly.
It was as if he had been seriously injured in the previous confrontation with Malthael.
But his voice did not waver at all!
A trace of blood flowed from his body and gathered in the lines on the ground.
But it only occupies a corner of it!
“You! Me! Fuck!”
The first-generation Bulcaisel spoke this concise and concise statement word by word.
The flesh and blood in the body that was born in the authority of life began to wither in an instant!
No need to fight anymore!
Mathael has retreated. Although I don’t know why, the first-generation Bulcaisel can’t laugh!
“What do you think is the meaning of a withered world? Now, I just want to bring balance to the world and let everything continue.”
Lasma's body suddenly stopped trembling, and holy radiance burst out from his body!
At this time, Rasma looks like an angel!
“Our father died in your hands!? It’s obvious that the person he loved most was you!”
The first-generation Bulcaisel spoke out a horrifying conjecture in the most urgent voice!
Bursts of anger emerged from his body, burning Kanai's remains and making an overwhelming sound!
The boon of Inarius!
Necromancer’s legendary set!
This was originally just a gift left by a father to his favorite son!
It’s just that this gift is stained with his blood and soul!
“A father who sacrificed everything in order to protect our existence. He is noble and admirable. Brother! But what did you do?”
Rathma's tone slowly became ridiculed and contemptuous, staring at the first generation Bulqessor.
The legend began to emerge in me!
Rasma’s pale face was exposed, and the suit on her body was full of traces of angels!
At this time, the first-generation Bulcaisel truly understood the material of this equipment!
That is not the soul of forgetfulness, nor the breath of death.
“Father’s! Corpse!”
Anger rushed out of the body, and Kanai's corpse could no longer bear the anger of the first generation Bulcaisu after experiencing Malthael's beating!
The most complete piece of the scattered soul of this first ancestor appeared in front of Rasma.
The soul, as the fuel of anger, is constantly burning!
“What’s your point of yelling at me?”
Rasma took two steps forward and stood in the center of the ground.
“Mathael didn’t stop me from doing this, he just told me and let me understand what the sacrifice was.”
Rathma glanced at the soul body of the first generation Bulkatho and lowered his eyes.
“In other words, this is fate?”
The first generation Bulcaisso looked at the surrounding environment and felt a chill coming from his soul.
His soul is obviously burning.
“This is the will of the Father.”
Lasma raised her head, waiting for the arrival of the next sacrifice!
…
“Vandaloni, you cannot defeat death, nor can you transcend wisdom. Even your gods cannot save you, and the brilliance of Etta cannot illuminate this world that is approaching its end.”
Mathael tapped Karasim's forehead with his sickle, and he spoke in Karasim's ear.
“Now, do you have anything else you want to say?”
Mathail said, turning his head to Li Min!
Karasim has understood what he meant, and the young mage is next.
Mathail was very curious about what kind of choices Li Min, a genius, would make.
“Mathail, I will still shake my fist at you.”
Karasim said this and raised his arm covered by the glove!
The moment his fist was raised, the lion's claw and the fist of Az Tulasco fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of ashes!
Having personally attacked the essence of death, Karasim did not escape unscathed.
But the power of death was contained by Malthael after swallowing his fists.
“Reincarnation? I don’t remember that there are other monks in this world.”
Mathael said cruel things jokingly.
If you want to be the carrier of the reincarnation of a monk, the prerequisite is that the children are born to those who have the blood of a monk in their blood.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be able to carry these powerful souls!
Even if the reincarnation method of the monk will not interfere with the normal growth of a child, it will not allow a child to take other paths.
And now, Karasim is the last monk in the world.
This is why Malthael chose him!
“I won’t say that spell, and I won’t have to come into contact with death! You can’t threaten me! Malthael!”
Li Min roared.
Another black hole was thrown towards Malthael in his hand!
Energy confrontation is the mage's best fighting method, which is why Li Min is not afraid of Malthael's death.
But in battle, experience is also an important factor that determines victory or defeat.
And Malthael can not only use the energy of death to infect, but his close combat skills are not weaker than those of the hell demons!
“It’s just, what can you do?”
Mathael’s tone is extremely contemptuous!
The power of death suddenly erupts, but it cannot be discerned with the naked eye.
But in Li Min's eyes, those subtle forces of death have been mixed into this world.
The breath of death is constantly invading everything, and it won't be long before she is surrounded bit by bit!
“I’m such a genius!”
Li Min unconsciously shouted his mantra, and his body instantly turned into pure arcane energy, spreading throughout the world.
Infinite mana is transmitted to her body!
are the same as those of heaven and man!
Li Min's consciousness suddenly spread.
Talent has transformed into a strong will, gathering all the mana elements in this world towards your body!
When the world was complete, Li Min could not be defeated as long as he was still alive when he showed this posture!
It’s just that it’s not the past after all!
This world is no longer complete, but is declining!
The posture of the Dharma Protector brought her endless pressure.
The despair before the world's demise is flooding into her heart with her magic power!
The feeling of despair and powerlessness drove this talented mage to a dangerous detour!
“I’m waiting for this.”
Mathael laughed ferociously!
Finally almost finished!
Finally, he can get a glimpse of knowledge!
The names of destiny originally gathered in Inaris!
How could the demon who combined with Inaris be an ordinary guy?
The daughter of hatred!
The embodiment of knowledge!
Lilith!
If Inaris can envision the title of Archangel, then Lilith is destined to be the seventh Demon King of Hell!
If Andariel hadn't violated Lilith's will, Lilith would have been the evil one among the demon kings of hell!
Even, she has had a glimpse of the power of the devil!
Lilith is the last legacy of this world!
It is also Rasma’s last hope!
…
“Has it started yet?”
Rasma had a smile on her face.
The already pale face began to become transparent.
“Bless you for your fate and return home three times!”
Rasma shouted the beginning of the spell loudly!
The soul of the first-generation Bulcaisel burned even more fiercely!
“Linarion!”
The first-generation Bulcaisu shouted loudly, calling the name of the child who only stayed behind his brothers when he was born!
“May the first door of Sanji be opened!”
Rasma did not pause at all, and continued to chant the mantra with a fanatical attitude!
“Brother! Shut up!”
The first-generation Bulkatho picked up his two swords and rushed towards Rathma!
He doesn't care about the death of his brother, but he is in awe of the being who will be awakened!
The embodiment of knowledge and taboo!
All continuation of hatred!
Their mother! Lilith!
Why does Mephisto, the Demon God of Hatred, act like an idiot?
That’s because when he tried to take control of creation, he gave his most proud power to his creation!
Wisdom belongs to the higher heavens!
And knowledge belongs to the burning hell!
The first generation Bulkatho's two swords passed through Rathma's chest!
Nailed through the soul of his brother!
The anger continued to burn, but there was no way to stop Rasma from continuing to recite the mantra!
“The blood sacrifice of those who wish!”
Blood overflowed from Rasma's mouth, and her face turned completely transparent!
The balance between life and death is broken at this time!
The founder of the Necromancer, now as weak as a skeleton soldier that was awakened at will!
Rathma stretched out her slender hand and took hold of the first-generation Burkasso's rough hand from forging and wielding weapons in battle!
“Brother, thank you!”
Rasma said with a smile on her face!
The soul of the first-generation Bulcaisuo trembled violently, and his anger was extinguished in an instant!