Chapter 295 Craig Hollis (a 10,000-word chapter)
“Tyr, what’s going on?”
Fandral and the others who came to Earth first were concerned about what happened in Asgard I don’t know anything about the matter, and there is no better way at this time except to take the initiative to ask.
After all, it was a little hard for them to accept that a large group of acquaintances suddenly appeared around them.
But obviously, they will only get a not-so-good news.
"Father was defeated, and Kull suddenly came back."
Tear, who had become Lord Skyhammer without anyone noticing, said loudly in a voice that everyone could hear clearly. .
The tone was full of regret for his own powerlessness.
His words did a good job of inducing fear in the rest of the Asgardians.
There seems to be no other way to deal with Kuhl except fear.
"How is that possible?"
Fandral and the others suddenly heard the news of Odin's defeat, and instantly fell into an unbelievable situation.
The sudden appearance of these Asgardians made SHIELD already stationed in this place immediately nervous.
This is not dozens of people, but hundreds of people.
But tens of thousands of people!
The dense crowd packed SHIELD's temporary location to the brim.
And these SHIELD agents know exactly what Asgard represents.
Not everything was gained from their exchanges with Fandral and his team. SHIELD experts had already completed their intelligence analysis on the Asgardians.
Facing tens of thousands of Asgardians, they simply did not have enough strength to be on guard.
Even if there is not the "omnipotent" Odin among these people, it is not something that ordinary human armies can match.
The body density of Asgardians is more than three times that of ordinary people, which means that their physical strength and other aspects are also far superior to humans.
And compared to humans, their physical strength is bottomless.
The most terrifying thing is the transmitter called the "Rainbow Bridge". SHIELD knew from Fandral and the others that this was a weapon capable of destroying stars.
In addition, Asgard is a race that can launch inter-star battles, and their technology cannot be despised.
Even if Fandral and the others look like they are stuck in the cold weapon age, SHIELD, which has suffered from the barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath, will no longer be self-righteous about this.
"I think it is necessary for us to communicate in another place. The earth is willing to provide a temporary place for the Asgardians."
Natasha's voice came over at the right time.
She is now in this base and serves as the supreme commander.
Natasha stood in front of Tire with a seductive smile on her face, her hands folded in front of her chest, which perfectly highlighted her own characteristics.
Crossing your arms across your chest is a defensive gesture, but when placed on Natasha, it has a unique charm.
There is no way, the "characteristics" of this agent from the red house are too outstanding.
"Asgardians don't need mercy!"
Tyr roared loudly, at this time he acted as a person who was still aloof after losing his homeland.
The Asgardians call themselves gods on Earth, and his performance would not raise any objections even to those who are most familiar with Tyr.
Even though the current earth is already different from the one Asgardians know.
You must know that not every Asgardian knows the existence of the Supreme Mage, and Tyr, as Lord Skyhammer, will not be kind enough to tell his compatriots this truth.
"We just want to provide some help within our ability."
Natasha took a half step back. This small gesture of concession can very well appease the other party's emotions.
Natasha knew exactly how she should behave to make the other party less wary.
“You should worship the gods!”
Tyr roared loudly, ignoring Fandral's obstruction.
This former God of Justice can no longer see the original prudence and justice, but only mania.
As fragile as a soldier defeated by fear.
As Lord Skyhammer, Tyr will do everything possible to spread fear at this time.
His consciousness was turned upside down long after he became the Destroyer.
Diavolo's method of demagogueing people's hearts is not comparable to that of Kull, who is obsessed with the throne of Heavenly Father.
Tear has turned into a thoughtful puppet, and every time he speaks, he can make the tens of thousands of Asgardians behind him feel endless panic.
"Please calm down, I need to contact my superior."
This time Natasha did not express her harmlessness by retreating and keeping a distance.
Backing off to gain space is not a strategy that can be carried out forever. It would only be considered weak and can be bullied.
Natasha loosened her arms in front of her, and clenched a fist with her plain white hands. There was no fist callus on the fist, but she felt that the skeleton of the fists seemed a little bigger.
No matter how good the maintenance is, it will not completely cover up the traces of a warrior's training.
Natasha actually has various flaws in her body, so she has always been an agent unsuitable for lurking.
Perhaps it is because of her "famousness" that those organizations are willing to let Natasha infiltrate.
Is there anything better to show off than defeating the famous Black Widow? This seems to be something worthy of comparison among those organizations.
"Humans, prepare enough spirits for us. And a place to rest!"
Tear took a deep breath and said this.
Behind him are the Asgardians, including the old, weak, sick and disabled. He needs to behave like a successful leader, so as to help harvest the leeks of fear, one after another. Wave.
"We will provide you with what you need as soon as possible. Please don't do anything too sensitive. I don't think you want to start a war with humans."
Na Tasha clenched her fists and said these words, then immediately turned around and left the scene.
She didn't know Tyr, but that didn't stop her from feeling the hidden threat.
Natasha walked to a place where no one could see her, opened a portal and returned to the holy mountain of Harrogath.
There is a prince of Asgard there, and Thor is already a barbarian.
She was able to get the news she wanted from Thor.
As for contacting superiors?
Her agents would do this, and Natasha didn't think that tens of thousands of people suddenly appeared in this world, and Nick Fury would know nothing about it.
Maybe Nick Fury, the evil-hearted guy, is furious in the office right now.
After the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel gave enough space to the Asgardians after receiving Natasha's signal, Tyr looked at Fandral and his group with an expressionless expression.
Except for Leah, the Lords of Skyhammer will not know that the person they are loyal to is called Diavolo. They will only regard the God of Fear, Kull, as their true god.
This doesn't matter at all, after all, Kull is now Diavolo's vest.
As long as Bulkesso doesn't know about it, no one in the world will know the truth.
Diablo is the most dangerous of the Demon Lords of Hell.
Because fear is everywhere!
There may be people in the world who do not hate, so Mephisto cannot corrupt everyone.
Even if the weak have the desire to destroy, they are ultimately unable to take action, so Barr will meet an existence that cannot be destroyed.
Sins can be redeemed, and those who bear them may awaken, so Azmodan's men occasionally lose control.
Pain and torture will not cover everyone indiscriminately, and there will always be Xin Yun'er who stays away from these.
So Duriel and Andariel are never invincible.
Lies will be shattered by honesty, and Billie will always fail.
Only Diavolo can achieve the great deeds of the Great Demon God!
Because even the Prius will feel scared when facing him!
Nothing escapes fear!
Fear of death, fear of loss, birth, old age, illness and death will all give rise to fear!
Diablo is always strong and seems to have no flaws.
……
"So you didn't find anything?"
Nick Fury held a stack of information in his hand and said to Hawkeye and Coulson in front of him, a hint of haze flashed in his one eye.
He had just received the report from New Mexico and was suffering from a headache.
"Yes, at least there is nothing unusual about Kingpin and the others."
Colson lowered his head slightly and said this.
He gained nothing on that occasion.
As for Hawkeye, he stood there with his eyes closed.
He is not going to report the news about Spider-Man to Nick Fury.
Just from the news of the "Parallel Universe", he did not intend to let Nick Fury know about Spider-Man related matters.
“Not very good news came from Natasha. Tens of thousands of Asgardians came to Earth. According to them, Odin was defeated and we are about to face a man named Kull. God.”
Nick Fury seemed to have said this news accidentally, and Hawkeye opened his eyes directly after hearing the words.
"I need to go to Harrogath. Is there anything you need me to tell the captain?"
Hawkeye understands that Nick Fury's words are never unintentional. Since he said it, it means that he has a plan.
"I need you to tell Steve that you have been pursuing what you need with peace of mind recently. As for the Asgardians, the military will provide corresponding help, and we will serve as supervision."
Nick Fury rubbed his head, he began to miss the time when he still had hair to fall out.
Under the pressure, his fewer and fewer eyebrows also told his sadness about leaving.
"Well, it looks like this is not something we can fully manage."
Hawkeye said hello and left Nick Fury's office, then dragged him away The portal went directly to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Nick Fury completed another recording of teleportation magic on a tablet at hand.
"Colson, how far has the Purple Man research progressed?"
Nick Fury asked Coulson directly, with some concern in his tone.
"Because he has lost his brain, he is still completely controllable."
When Coulson said this, his body seemed to be resisting.
For the purple people, he is a firm boycotter.
He promised Aibul Keso that he would properly dispose of this guy's body, but now he has joined the research.
That guy's super power is really too dangerous, but he can't stop it.
So Colson was somewhat unwilling in his heart.
"So, your leave is coming to an end, Coulson."
Nick Fury sorted out the documents in his hand, then sat up straight and looked at Coulson.
“I want you to continue going to that blacksmith shop and collect as much as you can about what they did in London before, and what happened there that we don’t know about.”
Nick Fury was very serious when he said this. Hawkeye, Black Widow and SHIELD no longer seem to be of the same mind. Although they are still working for SHIELD, they seem to have a greater sense of belonging to the barbarians.
It’s not that Nick Fury doesn’t want to catch Hawkeye or Natasha directly use Veritaserum, but it’s because Bulcasso’s existence makes him fearful.
The last injury he suffered at the hands of Bulqueso has not fully recovered until now.
The existence of Bulcaisel is the reason why SHIELD maintains restraint on the barbarians.
"Okay, you are the director."
Coulson easily took over the task, just as he needed to calm down.
The days of studying the purple man made him feel some inexplicable changes in himself, and his intuition told him that he was already on the verge of danger.
"By the way, about Spider-Man, didn't you say you already had clues last time? SHIELD needs its own extraordinary power now. And that street hero seems to be a good candidate."
Nick Fury seemed to just mention it casually, and then said nothing.
"I will present the message to you in writing before I carry out the task."
Coulson knew what Nick Fury meant.
What the big bald man with a dark heart needs is not Spider-Man to become a member of SHIELD, but to become his hidden power.
Nick Fury's ambition is finally not limited to building a few secret bases that no one knows about. He now also plans to cultivate a secret power of his own.
Even Coulson didn't know who else he was targeting.
“Go ahead.”
Nick Fury declared the conversation over, and after watching Coulson leave his office, he picked up the phone.
"Blade, you can continue."
Nick Fury was in contact with Blade before. Blade, as the commander of SHIELD in the London War, knew that The intelligence is definitely clearer than what British officials say.
If Blade hadn't disappeared for a while after the Battle of London and only restored contact with him now, he wouldn't have become so passive.
“Vampires are definitely something you should be careful about, and then try every means to strengthen SHIELD. I don’t think your old comrade can be of much use against that kind of monster. ”
Blade's voice came from the other end of the phone, but there was a sense of urgency in the voice.
"Are you talking about the ancestors that the clans call? Or the blood god they claim?"
Nick Fury is a little impatient. He hates Blade who can't talk about the point. reporting style.
"The monsters I'm talking about are demons and angels, and the real vampires, not the bastards you know!"
Blade's words stopped abruptly when he said this, The phone was also hung up.
Blade didn't hang up the phone with his own hands, but he encountered something he didn't want to encounter.
At this time, an elegant and profound figure in front of him gently turned off his mobile phone, and then looked at him with a smile.
"Are you Accardo?"
Blade's voice was filled with confusion. The vampire blood in his body made him feel suppressed by his blood, but what he saw in front of him was The figure looked nothing like the handsome and enchanting Accardo, but like another person.
"How rude, I thought you would say the name 'Dracula'. It's rare that among the guys who stole my power, a guy who is barely interesting can be so boring? What a huge disappointment. .”
Dracula whispered.
Then he observed the room where Blade Warrior was.
Not far away there were two Weeping Angels looking at each other.
It is unreasonable to say that the Weeping Angels are indeed powerful, but the fact that two Weeping Angels can observe each other is simply too funny.
“It’s beyond my expectation that you can find this way to restrict the Weeping Angels. But haven’t you understood that their power is not something that you and the organization behind you can covet?”
Dracula picked up a goblet and shook it slowly. The Blade Warrior could clearly smell the smell of blood in the cup.
Dracula is not Accardo, he will not only drink red wine.
The current Dracula is not the vampire king who wants to die at the hands of humans, but a downright evil monster.
"What do you want me to do?"
The Blade Warrior made no pointless resistance.
Facing his true ancestor, the Blade Warrior had no intention of resisting.
The Dracula in front of me is not the original one of those disgusting vampire bastards.
That one was just a thief who stole the power of a vampire and also stole the name "Dracula".
Only the one in front of me is the true ancestor of vampires.
“I want to give you a little bit of power, but unfortunately, you have lost your virginity, so you cannot be my dependent, you can only be a slave.”
Dracula maintained an elegant posture and shook the blood in the goblet, and the smell of blood began to spread.
Dracula took out his finger, dropped a drop of his own blood into the goblet, and then placed the goblet in the Blade Warrior's hand in a way that could not be caught by the naked eye.
"Maybe you can still have good luck and move around under the sun."
Dracula said with a sinister smile, turned and left the scene.
As he left, the bodies of the two Weeping Angels were filled with dense cracks.
After letting out a scream from the soul, the two Weeping Angels died directly.
Dracula has been a little busy recently, because some idiot posted a photo of the Weeping Angels to a horror legend forum on the Internet.
As a result, the number of Weeping Angels increased abnormally.
“Whoever bears the image of an angel will eventually become an angel.”
This is how the Weeping Angel was born.
Of course this includes video tapes, books, and even monitors and pupils.
The blood in Dracula's hands was condensed from the life of the instigator. Now he needs to visit the forum viewers one by one.
Then eliminate the hidden danger of the Weeping Angels.
Blade Runner was just an actor he chose because he was bored and wanted to watch a good show.
The Blade Warrior looked at the goblet in his hand, and the depths of his soul were calling.
His body had a strong hunger instinct for this cup of blood.
The Blade Warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse, so he could only endure his nausea and pour the blood in the cup directly into his mouth.
He had never sucked blood before. Even if he needed to recover from an injury, he would choose blood transfusion.
Because he wants to differentiate himself from those bastards who regard blood-sucking as their nobility.
But facing the real ancestor of vampires, he had no choice.
...On the top of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Natasha and Hawkeye met right in front of Steve.
Steve is learning how to fight with a shield from Kalju, the battle master, but the progress is a bit slow.
Because even if Kalju is the top blocking master, his purpose of blocking is to smash the enemy's head with his shield and fists.
If the situation was not so critical, Kalju would prefer the feeling of crushing the demon's head with iron boots.
The shield was just his choice to prolong his fighting years.
And Steve does not have that kind of power. Although it would be somewhat difficult for him to break an ordinary person's head, it is quite easy to separate the head and spine.
But when facing an extraordinary enemy, the final decision cannot be made.
"Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready to fight."
Hawkeye said to Steve.
While Nick Fury is talking about letting Steve go after what he wants, what does Captain America want? It's just a matter of getting rid of the enemy and embracing peace.
To put it bluntly, it’s just to make Captain America ready to go to the battlefield at any time.
Hawkeye disdained Nick Fury's conversational style that contained words.
Everything has to be guessed?
If you guessed it right, it means his leadership was meritorious, but if you guessed wrong, it means his subordinates didn’t understand it well?
This is a non-stick pan.
“What happened again?”
As soon as Steve stopped what he was doing and was about to ask more questions, Kalju hit him on the head with a small broken wooden shield. .
Steve lay neatly on the ground, his eyes looking at the sky in a daze.
“It seems you can only train so far today.”
Kalqiu threw the broken wooden shield in his hand directly to the ground and disappeared.
Karkyu was not interested in training a warrior who was destined not to become his heir.
Had it not been for Bulkesso's request, he would not have done such a useless thing.
"Asgard has fallen. The remaining Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico. I am considering whether to tell Thor."
Natasha took it out directly I drank a bottle of vodka and poured it down.
Only on the sacred mountain of Harrogath does this black widow show her wild side.
"This is really big news."
Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a slightly prickly feeling and said:
"Then what are you going to do? What to do? Hiding it from Thor?"
"I'm going to tell him, but I don't know how to say it."
Natasha felt a little headache thinking about the pride she felt when Thor introduced everything about Asgard to them every time she saw Thor.
Should she tell Thor, "Your father lost and was sealed together with your mother"?
Thinking of this, Natasha took out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, and almost took out a wave of bosha and started firing.
"I feel like there's something wrong with the situation. There seem to be more things happening all of a sudden."
Hawkeye snatched it from Natasha's hand. He picked up the bottle of vodka and poured it into his own mouth.
Since the appearance of the Demon King of Hell, the world has suddenly become less peaceful.
Eagle Eye only felt a little bitter.
Especially after meeting Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things completely got out of control.
"I thought that after I killed the Red Skull, the whole world would be at peace again. Hell, I'm just a veteran, and now I'm getting a pension!"
Sti The husband picked up his shield and covered his face as he spoke, his voice a little shaky.
"Who's going to tell Thor?"
Hawkeye said in a bit of a stupid tone, and he felt bad.
"How about I go? As you know, the old guys have to give some relief to the young people."
Vida's voice that had not appeared for a long time suddenly sounded, and he appeared a few people away Three or four steps away.
“Ancestor Vida, you are here again. You are the only one on the entire holy mountain who seems to be doing nothing.”
Natasha took out a bottle of wine with a smile and threw it over. Although the disembodied Vader could not drink wine now, this did not prevent him from collecting it.
Vida, who didn't save a dime before his death, naturally wouldn't have any fine wine hidden away.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be wandering around in the autumn wind.
"Is this a deposit?"
Vida smiled heartily, and then walked towards the direction of the Elder's Temple.
Thor is probably with that boring guy from Volusk now.
"Vader always says that he is just the soul of a businessman, but who will believe his lies."
Hawkeye muttered quietly.
The old general Qualkek always showed some respect when facing Vader. It would be a lie to say that Vader is not strong.
“Perhaps Vader will eventually meet someone who is right with him, and then he won’t have to fight around.”
Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow of the Holy Mountain.
At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Maybe not so brave...
The person who came was a man, 1.88 meters tall, with blond curly hair.
Compared with his height, his body shape is slightly thin.
It looks like it only weighs about seventy kilograms.
And his face was full of pain, as if he might commit suicide at any time.
"Young man, are you planning to die?"
Madoc frowned and said to the young man in front of him. He felt a kind of emotion in this young man. Somewhat unpleasant smell.
That's what death feels like.
And there was no life in this guy at all, as if he had lost the whole world, and he was worse off than dead.
"Yes, it's just me...how do you say this? I can't die."
"I tried jumping off a building, but a big hole appeared on the ground. I reset myself My broken neck healed.
I also tried throwing myself into a lake, but I just slept on it. The bleach tasted like drinking coffee, and even bombs couldn’t kill me. It’s like being abandoned by death.”
The young man said this, and the more he said it, the sadder he became.
Although his experience is very sad, it is also ridiculous.
Craig Hollis.
Essentially, he is still a human being, but he has mutated...
Of course, this mutation is benign, and there seems to be no problem in calling him a "supreme human being".
As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.
Kill his body and he will only be resurrected immediately after a period of time.
And death seems to have forgotten the existence of this guy, and never intended to take away his soul. Perhaps his body was not yet ready to die, so his name was removed from his authority.
"It's so bizarre, someone who despises life actually despises death?"
Madoc rubbed his beard, and he felt that this young man seemed to be able to disgust Malthael.
Although Malthael could kill the young man's soul with sheer force, the rules of death would have no effect on this guy.
"Why are you looking for death to climb the Holy Mountain?"
Madoc started to have a headache, and he said a little irritably.
"It's just that it seems like I can be needed here and I won't be left behind. Someone said this to me."
Craig said this.
“Young man, what is your name?”
Tarik couldn't stand Madoc's perfunctory tone anymore. Compared to Madoc, Tarik preferred to give some guidance to young people.
As for Kolik, who was squatting on the other side, he just said nothing.
Kolik respects life, so he doesn’t like those who fight to seek death.
You must know that even the berserker Balnar is fighting for survival.
He didn’t even want to look at the guy who was fighting to follow the footsteps of death.
"Craig Hollis. Can I find what I want here?"
Craig asked with a hopeful tone, and suddenly there was something in his originally lifeless eyes. Light.
"If you want to die, just go to the most dangerous places. There will always be someone who can kill your soul."
Talik faced this man who despised life and The young man who died was a little angry.
The death of the body does not mean death, just like the souls of their ancestors, they just changed their way of existence.
The death that barbarians face is not just physical death.
In the battle with the Hell Demon, in many cases the barbarian warriors will not even leave their souls behind.
This is also the reason why the Rathma priests, those somewhat terrifying necromancers, use the corpses of the dead.
What can a corpse that has lost its soul do to avenge the devil?
Only the Necromancer can make these soulless dead take revenge on those who caused their death.
This is why barbarians never speak ill of necromancers.
Those guys are worthy of respect, but still not close to them.
“Kill my soul? That’s not what I want. I want to go to the place where the dead should go, but I will always be rejected.”
Craig said in a very low voice Speaking in a tone of voice, the whole person fell directly to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.
Tears kept leaking out of his eyes.
"Are you going to the kingdom of the dead?"
Bulkessor's figure suddenly appeared in this place, and then the tall figure stood above Craig's head.
“Why?”
Bulkasso doesn’t quite understand what this guy is thinking.
It’s not that Bulcaisuo has never seen people seeking death, but most of those guys just want eternal sleep, not go to some kingdom of the dead to continue suffering.
Bulcaisel just glanced at Craig and roughly understood this guy's so-called immortality.
Just physically, this guy has achieved a certain level of perfection.
But this perfection did not give Craig the qualification to become stronger, it only made him extremely outstanding in terms of recovery and longevity.
Having a vitality that is almost the same as a pure Nephalem, the body exudes vitality all the time.
Life span can be described as "infinite". In terms of resilience, because the soul is not accepted by the rules of death itself, the body will continue to recover.
This is a guy who is almost indistinguishable from the Nephalem.
There is no difference except that the life and soul of the nephalem will be accepted by death, and the nephalem have no limit on the growth of their power.
"I..."
Craig was hesitant. He was not sure whether he should confide his pain to a stranger.
"Okay, boy. You are not suitable to be a barbarian. Your body will not accept the blood of the barbarian Nephalem."
Bulcaisel sat directly next to Craig.
This guy's body is more balanced and it is impossible to accept any biased Nephalem bloodline.
The bloodline of barbarians, demon hunters, necromancers, and disappeared druids is closer to demons, while the blood of crusaders, witch doctors, and others are more like angels.
Only the bodies of monks are closest to the concept of balance.
Some clues about this can be seen from the transformation skills that explore the power of blood.
The ferocious appearance of the Barbarian's Berserker's Wrath is as full of negative emotions as the Witcher's Revenge Transformation. Those druids who disappeared and turned into beasts would not be without their bestiality. The necromancer's dual blood and soul is more like using demonic means to divide the soul with blood.
The Crusader Akarat warrior has a golden form, looking like a battle angel without wings of light.
The soul walking of witch doctors shows the nature of their souls. The dark blue souls are not much different from the Archangel of Destiny, Israel.
As for the aura enlightenment skill of the monks, which is jokingly called black transformation, the whole body turns into pitch black, but everywhere they go is filled with divine brilliance. It was as if the Prius was dyed black, or Mephisto believed in the Holy Light.
The bloodline of a monk is the most balanced.
As for the mages...
The mages are the superposition of knowledge and rules. The posture of the mages is completely that they use their souls and knowledge to forcibly control the rules.
Bloodline is of no use to them.
Bulkessor even suspected that Li Min could obtain that kind of terrifying power even if he was not a Nephalem, and use knowledge to obtain eternal life.
As for Craig, whose body tends to be perfectly balanced as a human being, if he wants to become a Nephalem, only the blood of the monk lineage can be integrated into it.
"I don't want to be a barbarian, I just want to go to the kingdom of the dead."
Craig didn't quite understand Bulcaisel's words. He just wanted to be treated equally by "death".
"Then you probably need to apply for death in person."
Bulkasso also began to feel distressed by the guy in front of him.
For a while, he couldn't figure out why the Holy Mountain of Harrogas would let this guy come up and guide him to come here to meet this guy.
Bulkesso couldn't figure it out.
Originally, he was sitting quietly on a stone, thinking about what kind of evidence he could use to wake up Leoric.
Mina Harker's skeleton is indeed enough for Skeleton King Leoric to appear as a support, but Bulcasso does not want to revive the Skeleton King who hates life and refuses to die.
The one he wants to awaken is Leoric, the wise king of Canduras. If that guy is awake, he can bring a lot of suggestions to Bulcaisel.
Especially the knowledge about the dark soul stone and the experience of fighting against the whispers of the Hell Demon King, these are what Bulkatho needs.
"I just want to go to the country of death. Living is too painful for me."
Following Craig's words, Bulcaisso suddenly understood the meaning of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
A body rejected by death, a soul that wants to die.
This is Leoric's best support.
"Maybe I..."
Halfway through his words, Bulcasso suddenly stopped talking.
If he wants Leoric to revive, he has to take away a person's immortality? Even if eternal life is painful for this person, even if what this person wants is to be led by death?
This is not fair at all! Life cannot be weighed apart from life itself.
No matter whether the owner of this life wants to continue living, this life is his own.
Life should not be a price.
Even if he didn't need this life, Bulcaisuo couldn't give anything of equal value in exchange for it.
“You can temporarily live on the Holy Mountain, which may make you think more openly. If you are afraid of losing, you will not lose anything here. At least you will no longer be sad for loss. "
Bulkessor twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally said this.
Since the Holy Mountain recognizes Craig Hollis, he will not forcefully drive him down the mountain.
A person seeking death?
How sad that is.
There is nothing sinful about this guy, just some small kindness.
Being different can sometimes be seen as a mistake, but the Nephalem have always been different.
The sacred mountain of Harrogath has room for a sad wretch.
“Can death be seen here?”
Craig's voice was filled with humble supplications, which made Bulcasso's expression even more uncontrollable.
“Death has left indelible pain here.”
Bulkessor grabbed a ball of white snow on the ground, underneath were the barbarians who turned to ashes when death came. of residue.
Death claimed the lives of the barbarians, and Malthael's power crushed the souls of these unfortunates.
They ended up with nothing left.
Bulcaisel still couldn't like this guy named Craig Hollis.
What kind of courage did this guy use to get the recognition of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?
Is it the courage to persevere and seek death?
Bulkasso felt increasingly confused.
Aha...
I have been eyeing the Avengers of the Lake by Mr. Immortal Craig Hollis for a long time. Just when I was happily laying the groundwork for Leoric, I thought it might bring some surprises.
It turns out that a certain UP owner actually posted a video of the Great Lakes Avenger before I let this character appear!
So angry!
Whether you plan to write about this person or check the information! It was obviously me first!
I also spent a lot of time thinking about the timeline...
So angry!
Okay... Who told me to write too slowly? If I updated 20,000 words a day, I would be ahead of him...
But I am still so angry!
(End of this chapter)