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Tyrael is already an angel of wisdom full of death.

He's still a little different from Marthael.

Malthael is wisdom first, death second!

Everything he did was guided by wisdom, but the conclusion he came to was inhuman.

And now Tyrael, death comes first! Wisdom is behind!

This death is a gift from the death who willingly called himself "Ashira"!

The death of two worlds finally becomes the death of one world.

But that might be what she wanted.

A share of the power of death has been surrendered, but the two wills of death are still in one body.

She was looking at Tyrael in the corner.

There are countless kingdoms of the dead, but there is only one throne that will eventually lead to it.

And only when you come to this place will you see the essence of death and be eligible to get this power.

Tyrael is the being chosen by death after a long wait.

Powerful and stubborn.

Not to say that he is full of hostility to this world, but he also does not have much favoritism.

The former Tyrael existed for justice, but was ignorant like a fool.

He chose to go against the iron law of high heaven, but he hesitated after doing it.

A self-proclaimed righteous, but not invincible guy.

It's different now!

"His Royal Highness Ashira, what should I do now?"

The figure of Minahak appeared beside Death.

She called each other by the name "Ashila".

The family of the Skeleton King, the only thought left to death by the inextinguishable but finalized Skeleton King.

It's good to see him as a maid.

"Wait for a chance."

Death said this, slowly watching Tyrael's figure fade from the kingdom of the dead.

She and Tyrael were tacit about one thing!

That is 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!

Tyrael will not be affected by Malthael.

Because he is dead! He has no life!

But if Malthael still finds the level of Harrogath Holy Mountain, Tyrael will tell Malthael what cruelty is!

To die is to live!

And Tyrael is not alive!

Same power, but Tyrael doesn't have that weakness to get caught!

But this also means that Tyrael will still be controlled by death to a certain extent.

Because the dead are still in the power of death, after all Tyrael died in this world.

But neither will mention it, which is a tacit understanding.

Minahak quietly waited for Death to say the following, but nothing came.

Death has left this throne and doesn't know where to go.

Minahak held the Mad King scepter in his hand, hesitant.

【Let's talk about it next time? 】

In the realm of the dead there is peace again.

If you don't count the constant roaring and wailing of those dead souls.

At this time, on Tyrael's side, he had already begun to review the dead under his command.

How can there be no 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."

Tyrell said in a low voice.

His dark face was a little cold.

What Death wants is not something like an upgrade of the world, and becoming stronger is not what she expected.

A goddess who is not good at fighting at all, a goddess who is full of love for life but only fears life.

A pure and innocent goddess who will make waves because she has no fear?

From Tyrael's point of view, it would be better to capture Izuel, no, or Ozil as this death, than that goddess.

Gods have feelings or something, and Tyrael has no idea about that.

He also has feelings.

But a **** like death, who can be swayed by something less important at any time, is a little strange.

To live or to die is a matter of choice.

But this death will regret its own judgment, and will change it for it.

outrageous!

But that hidden hatred made Tyrael shudder.

The richness was even scarier than when Bulkasso slashed Adelia, although the example wasn't very appropriate.

Because the hatred of Bourkesso at that time was a little less than the monstrous anger.

But Tyrael really can't think of a more representative example.

Maybe Lilith's feelings for other angels and demons can be counted as one?

Can the hatred of the original Bulkesso for Inaris be counted as one?

But it was so far away that Tyrael, far away, was about to forget what had happened.

"Create chaos and separate the two worlds?"

Tyrell muttered softly.

It was one of those conclusions he came to after his speculation about death.

Death is too awkward. Except for calling herself "Ashila", she is always the same as she is. She always seems to be arguing with herself about other things.

Death is not the pure victor of that world war, but the union of two goddesses who have chosen to compromise.

For them, their world is "hometown", and they have some superfluous feelings for their fellow villagers.

Although Death enjoys eternal care from them, but he is hostile to those guys in his heart?

This conclusion surprised Tyrael a little.

...

At this time, on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, something different happened.

The land here has the seeds of power left by Malthael. Even if the Holy Mountain itself is constantly being consumed by its own power, the shadow of death has never disappeared.

And "Ahira", who can remove these powers, has never climbed this holy mountain.

As the death of a world changed, the Holy Mountain of Harrogath was the first place where something strange happened.

The three ancestors stood together in front of the steps of the Elder's Temple, blocking Reko who wanted to enter directly.

There are several places on the holy mountain that have lost the vitality that they had managed to get before, and it is unbearable like the occurrence of alopecia areata.

But at this time, the three ancestors blocked some impulsive guys.

"Don't make trouble!"

This is what Kahn said.

As a member of the Three Patriarchs, his qualifications are still relatively low.

But as the three ancestors, he has obtained more powerful power from the holy mountain.

A power far superior to other ancestors.

Although not as strong as before, but that distance is not far away.

It's just that he was still a little nervous when he spoke.

Karn isn't the sociable kind of barbarian...

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it!"

This is what Talek said.

He carried the certificate of shame on his shoulders, and his face was not very good-looking.

The timing is a little too weird.

Bulkasso had left the holy mountain, Reko had just returned not long ago, and Sonya was still wandering outside.

The changes on the holy mountain can easily be thought of in Marthael.

The power of that angel of death will not be excited at will.

Tariq exchanged glances with Korrick solemnly.

Neither of them felt that it was Malthael who had come to this world.

According to Marthael's habit, if he really came, he would definitely appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath at the first time.

Even if he didn't come to fight, he would make his own declaration here.

"Don't worry, this world where Marthael hasn't come yet!"

When Korrick said this, the ancestors below all leaked mock expressions.

Will they fear Malthael?

Obviously not!

They are already dead.

It's a big deal for the dead to lose their souls, and integrate everything into the holy mountain under their feet.

Could Malthael kill the dead one more time?

"We have all heard of what happened over there. What the three ancestors should consider is whether it will be Lilith or Rasma!"

When Cassius said this sentence, there were many swear words that could not be expressed.

The three ancestors were just three ancestors. In the eyes of these barbarians who didn't have much respect for the original Bourkessel, they were compatriots who were slightly stronger and had a slightly heavier burden.

Nothing to fear.

"Obviously not, do you feel the turmoil in your blood from the holy mountain?"

Orongus grinned and patted Cassius on the shoulder, smiling a little ugly.

Rasma is the first generation of Nephalem. Once such a presence appears nearby, the Holy Mountain will not be unresponsive.

And Lilith is even more so as Nephalem's mother.

Now that the Holy Mountain is only moving about the power of "death", it will naturally not be Rasma or Lilith coming.

"Then what are we going to do together?"

Coutur twisted his invisible neck, and said in a gruff voice.

Cole, who was on the side, slammed the wrath of Hidden Peak to the ground and roared with an ugly face like the bottom of a pot: "Let's see if the three ancestors can find a way to solve the problem. If death continues to rage, Banar will go crazy first!"

The names of these two ancestors are somewhat similar, but the difference in character is still quite large.

Coutur is terrifyingly upright, while Cole is irritable like a ball of fire.

Not far away, Banar was covered in bright red anger, and his eyes were bloodshot.

In his arms he held several dogs that had died in the turmoil of the force of death, and their souls followed under his feet.

Berserkers get out of control, nothing that ancestor wanted to see.

Now there is no Olak to stop the idiot.

The power of death does not affect the existence of death, but for these small animals it is tantamount to extinction!

"Never stop talking about it, lend me the Wrath of Hidden Peak, and I'll give that group of death force a slash!"

Hilabor walked directly to Cole and stretched out his hand!

Then Cole clapped his hands with a dark face.

"If you want to touch the wrath of Hidden Peak, the best way is to subdue me! Otherwise, I will wait until I have my wish, and you go to Bulkesuo to borrow it!

Otherwise, don't even think about it! "

Cole roared at Helab, looking anxious.

The savage was just a little concerned about this matter, perhaps, except for Banar, no ancestors took this matter to heart at all.

The ancestors were ready to give up everything.

It's just a fight, they've long been used to it.

It would be difficult to make them nervous about some signs.

The number of ancestors on the holy mountain who would be nervous because of some omens was not many, but not too few.

There are three!

During their lifetime, the barbarians had at least a safe period of growth!

They are Orak, the **** 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 predecessors, the great prophet who enjoys the respect of the barbarians, the prophet of battle Maddock ...

Tarik stood on the high platform with a gloomy expression on his face.

It was difficult for him to discern the current situation.

As for the gate of the Holy Mountain at this time...

The candidate for the third ancestor, Calju, the non-staff guard, is at work.

Raiko watched those death energies churning in the corner, and a haze flashed in her eyes.

Inherited from Vorusk, she wouldn't take it as if nothing had happened.

As for finding that death?

After seeing the true power of Inprius, she finally has some awe for these guys who can represent authority by themselves.

Something else was needed, and Recco was still thinking about it.

...

In Gotham City full of laughter.

Bruce Wayne and Craig were chatting in the Batcave.

Said to be small talk, in fact, they are sitting and doing their own practice.

After Bruce became a savage, his butler, Alfred, hadn't worried 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 that Batman, because the body of ordinary people will eventually be unable to hold up.

Not to mention how huge the threat posed by the endless stream of supervillains.

Even though Bruce still has the ability to banknotes with hundreds of millions of people, modern technology is in the hands of those strange forces in terms of physical recovery.

After all, the more you go beyond 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 one step behind those guys in the human body.

Don't worry about that aspect now.

What Alfred is worried about now is when Bruce accidentally pushes so hard that the super villains don't even have time to get into the ambulance.

This will also make the Batman vest lose its original function.

Although there are potions that can save lives, Bruce, who has persecutory paranoia, does not even have the slightest idea of ​​exposing the existence of this thing.

The ghost knows what strange things this thing can attract.

As for Craig, he kept punching the stone in the corner of the cave.

The movement on the fist is getting faster and faster, almost sparking.

"Craig, are you going to be a superhero?"

Wayne asked, looking at the computer and watching the news of the New York battlefield on the monitor.

"Superheroes? Oh, you mean fighting supervillains. I was, at least as far back as I can remember, a 'superhero.'"

Craig answered Wayne's question without resting on his hands.

Every time he punched, he tried his best to be wholehearted, and when he answered Wayne, it seemed a little perfunctory.

"Well, it seems that the reincarnation of the legendary monk is not all good news for you. Are you still Craig?"

Wayne turned his head, looked at Craig's back and asked.

He was full of doubts about the reincarnation of the monk.

Is this the achievement of a person's future, or is he reborn by borrowing someone else's body?

Killing a person and then taking their place is not the same as fulfilling a person's future.

Wayne harbored some fear in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, Bruce! Your fear will make you face Diablo like a headless fly."

Craig unconsciously assumed the posture of Karasim, and the gap between reincarnation and the loss of the body does not seem to be very big.

He already smelled fear.

"Fear can also be my strength. Because the fear of me makes those **** scruple the rules a little bit."

With that said, Wayne took a bottle of Lafite out of his pocket.

I don't know what year it was, but I'm sure it's expensive.

"Most every corrupted hero thinks this way, but none of them! Be careful! Not even one of them has ever escaped Diablo's clutches!"

Craig said the movement of his hands finally stopped.

After he turned around, his eyes did not look like the immortal Mr. Immortal who had sought death in desperation, but a warning full of wisdom.

That's the look in the eyes of that legendary warrior monk of Vandaloni~www.NovelMTL.com~ Wayne looked at Craig solemnly, broke off the bottle and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, swallowing it before asking.

"And 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 is not afraid?

Who can be fearless except for the guy who is inherently courageous in Prius?

Even Bourkesso can only avoid fear by dividing his soul.

He is not without fear, but the fearful side is firmly pressed into a certain corner, cutting off the connection between that part of the soul and the body.

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