Chapter 370 Rathma and Malthael (low-match guarantee)
“Although it’s a bit presumptuous, can you send me to Harrogath now? I have something to confirm.”< br>
Doctor Who said to Nick Fury.
He felt the appearance of a being somewhat similar to himself, and he was certain that the place was Harrogath.
But without the help of the TARDIS, he had to ask someone else to get through.
"We are fighting!"
Rumlow raised his hammer and shouted without looking back.
“It’s more important to deal with the things at hand first.”
Steve said the same thing.
Those souls started to act and became angry.
The High Heavens took away the souls they needed, but the Burning Hell is now on lockdown.
Baal will not send anyone here to collect these souls.
This is guaranteed by Tyrael, who is keeping him company.
"So do you have a flying tool here? It's best to have an automatic pilot."
Doctor Who pointed the sonic screwdriver in his hand at Nick Fury's tablet. .
He has made a decision and no one can convince him.
"Yes, but you are still under interrogation."
Nick Fury winked, and John Wick reluctantly walked to Doctor Who's side.
Although Nick Fury himself has the ability to solve this problem, once he takes action, he will lose the mystery of being a leader.
How "powerful" he is is also a secret.
"Oh? Are you going to use force? To be honest, I am not something ordinary people can control."
Doctor Who smiled, while Clara and Amy behind him were a little flustered.
Then a pistol was thrust into his waist.
"Except those with weapons, of course."
Doctor Who is still smiling.
There would be trouble here soon, he was sure of it.
So temporary tolerance will not have any bad consequences, it has always been the case.
"Hurry up!"
Steve hit a soul rushing towards him with the shield in his hand, knocking this guy with "I am a bad guy" written all over his face Crash into a ball of debris.
“I’m working hard!”
Rumlow roared as he stuffed the hammer in his hand into the mouth of a soul.
His body is still a little weak, but he can barely wield the weapon without any problem.
At the same time, Loki finally appeared in the laboratory where the Cosmic Cube was stored.
The scepter in his hand was pointed at the busy researchers.
It was a great time.
SHIELD has no room to control these, and the military is constantly putting pressure on SHIELD because of the disappearance of General Ross.
No one will care about him, Loki can do whatever he wants.
Click!
A metal block fell to the ground, making a sound that was only slightly similar to thunder.
But it was enough to give Loki a shiver.
Then he shook his head and smiled.
My brother does not have Thor's hammer in his hand, and making thunder is not something he can do now.
Loki laughed at his timidity with a bit of bitterness in his eyes.
As a mage, he did not gain anything from the guidance of the Supreme Mage.
Now his consciousness can only control his body to make some unimportant things, such as a look or a smile.
The body is still under Thanos' control.
A mage who cannot speak independently is like a doll.
At this time, he remembered the comment "What a weak god" and could only feel sad secretly.
Loki's body killed the researchers without a word, and left the scene with the cosmic imitation in his hand.
Just after he left this place littered with corpses, a portal was opened.
Thor's strong body was hung with a butcher's cleaver, and he appeared here holding Hela.
"What's going on?"
Thor said as he looked at the corpse.
Clenched his teeth.
He followed the portal opened by Loki's breath of power, but now the remnants of Loki's power on the corpse seemed to be taunting him.
"Loki! What have you done!"
Thor roared with anger.
Hela behind him grabbed his arm and told him to calm down.
She already knew what Loki was like from the exchanges between the siblings.
But what is happening now does not seem to be the move of a god of mischief.
There must be something fishy in this.
"Sister, I understand, I will not lose my calm!"
Thor looked at the shocked corpses and clenched his fists.
Believing your brother is one thing, but evidence is another!
Thor took off the weapon from his waist, he is going to another place now!
Originally, I wanted to go with Loki, but now I can only change my plan.
Lord Skyhammer Tyr the Destroyer!
Thor learned this unbelievable news from Leah.
He wants to take back his power, take back Mjolnir and his hammer brother!
"Let's go then. I also want to see if Tire has made any progress in these years."
Hela smiled, her eyes a little cold.
She no longer resents Thor in front of her, nor does she have any ill feelings towards Loki.
But Tire is different after all!
God of War, God of justice and justice!
What a great title!
Tyr said nothing while she was held captive by Odin, and even applauded her!
Tyr was not the brother she acknowledged.
And now, she has a legitimate reason to collect debt from that bastard Tyr!
"Let's go, sister! Take back everything I have and fulfill that prophecy!"
Thor said with a grin.
With firm eyes, he opened a portal again!
Over there is Tyr!
The Thunder Gods will die together with the God of Fear!
But Thor can survive!
He has a plan! This plan has been improved a lot with the help of Hela!
"Let's go, I can't wait."
Hela smiled, and then got through the portal first!
Thor followed closely, but at the end he took a deep look at the body on the ground.
By the way, I made a decision.
All this will not be fruitless!
Loki will make amends and atone for his sins! As long as these people were killed by him for no reason!
This is Thor's promise!
......
"Come back?"
Ebony Throat said to Loki in front of him.
His attention was naturally focused on the Cosmic Rubik's Cube!
Part of this mission arrived in their hands.
Ebony Throat watched Loki's eyes twitching as he knelt on one knee in front of him and took the Cosmic Cube with a satisfied smile.
Thanos is waiting for this thing, for a greater future!
"Now, you can leave first. You can be who you are now, but there are some things you can never say."
Ebony Throat flicked his black tongue and spoke with some cruelty.
He picked up a scepter in his hand!
Inside this scepter is the soul gem!
And this will be used to control Loki!
The tip of the scepter touched Loki's forehead, bursts of energy surged, and then activated the Cosmic Rubik's Cube!
A huge woman with her arms in front of her and a sickle came over from over there!
Mathael's maid!
The middle level of the Soul Reaver Legion!
In order to find information about the Archangels and Hell Demons, Malthael made countless attempts.
Only this Death Maid was lucky enough to catch the opening of the Cosmic Cube!
Ebony Throat looked at the maid in front of him, and the telepathy in his body began to squeeze towards that guy!
“What!?”
Ebony Throat said in a bored tone.
Looking a little cautious.
Behind the Death Maid, my brother’s portal is still expanding! Obviously the supplier of energy has changed, and someone over there has begun to supply energy to this portal!
The most important thing at this time is to smash this beacon!
Ebony Maw pointed the scepter in his hand at the Death Maid, but the erratic and ominous figure opened its mouth and let out a sharp howl!
Ebony Throat felt that his soul was beginning to move outside of his body!
And Loki finally showed a complete smile!
His soul is in turmoil, and the influence of the Mind Stone on him has begun to fade!
Now he has only one idea, and that is to leave this damn place with the Cosmic Cube!
His brother, the highest god in the nine realms, wants to control a complete world, not a desolate place left after being ravaged by Thanos!
A stream of energy began to emerge from Ebony Throat's body, forming a magic circle.
Then like a warrior, he took the scepter and charged at the Maid of Death!
The spell begins to take effect!
His body began to be shrouded in a burst of black light, and then he transformed into several bodies!
They are all entities, not much different from him!
The intense discomfort made him almost lose his cool.
In the kingdom of the dead, Death Ashira is sitting on her throne, and the skull’s eye sockets are still empty.
But it seems that I can feel a trace of expectation.
The Maid of Death is Malthael's anchor. It won't be long before that death comes to this world.
As long as he is not hindered by other things!
Asheila is looking forward to the ending!
Eternal said that he would stand on the side of the barbarians, but Ashila didn't believe it.
The only things that remain unchanged are interests and disputes, and balance is never something that is considered eternal.
This anchor point is very small. If it were not contaminated with the power of death, she would not notice it.
The eyes of death saw countless stars shattered, and eternity continued to attack the court of life with its harsh aura.
A fierce battle, or an unwilling vent.
Somewhat funny, but not too much attention.
The Tribunal of Life will not prevail.
This will not change until Auriel replaces the hope of this world!
At this time, Malthael finally stood in front of Rathma!
"Necromancer, the balance you follow cannot stop me."
Mathael's voice is still hoarse and hollow!
Even though he is crazy, he is still sane!
Not being understood is crazy, but the interests of the majority are correct!
Mathael has damaged the interests of all existence except himself!
The world has lost the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell, and nothing can stop him!
“Death is the balance of life, and you are still a life, so there is no escape.”
It was pitch black under Malthael's hood, and gray mist began to rise from his body.
"Death will never interfere in the realm of the dead, and the ground of the dead will not be contaminated by anything!"
Rasma said this.
The pale face looked a little unwilling.
"Linarion, your mother will not protect you."
Malthael called Rathma's first name, mockingly.
"The world has come to an end because those guys escaped! And now, you want to stop me from embarking on the path to find them?"
"I said it from the beginning, I I hate that name.”
A trace of blood appeared on Rasma’s pale face!
"Mother did not abandon us, it was them, Bulkesso! It was Vasily! It was they who abandoned mother, and together with you, sealed mother in a dark, lightless world!
You are the enemies of the Nephalem, and no matter how many times I tell you, my brothers never believe it! "
Rasma said this.
Bone spurs began to appear one after another on the ground, and the place was covered bit by bit with white bones.
< br>Facing Malthael, who has traces of all other rules left in his body, Rathma does not think he will win, but he also does not think he will fail
The life and death the Necromancer pursues! The balance of death, which means the center of neither life nor death
Rasma was given the power of destiny, and he kept fiddling with it, waiting for an opportunity!
When the Archangel loses one of justice and wisdom, when the Hell Demon is sealed or falls into the weakest time!
He wants to bring back his mother!
I hope I won’t do anything to the Nephalem’s mother!
This is the agreement Auriel made with Kanai at that time!
Courage will not attack Lilith. This is the only mercy that Prius has for a brave man!
The Archangel of Balance has lost his power, leaving his body to make constant calculations every day, and that part of the balance is now in Rasma!
No more justice!
Courage disappears!
Hope goes away!
Only the death of wisdom is left to face this world heading towards chaos!
Fear is silent!
Sin is not revealed!
Hate disappears!
Pain away!
Destruction is a thing of the past!
The lies leave and only the cruelest truth in the world remains!
At this time, it is the best time for Rasma to wake up her mother!
No one can stop him!
Not even Malthael, the archangel looking at the high platform of the God of Creation!
"Rathma! You are like a stupid clown, a puppet~"
Mathael shook his head and said, his voice as distant as a chant.
The favor of fate is not a good thing at all!
Those barbarians know this very well!
In order to resist the power of fate, the prophet always kept silent.
Rasma, who is playing with fate, is she playing with the trajectory of fate or is she being played by fate?
Mathael couldn't tell.
But Malthael can use the death in his body to guarantee that barbarians are never fools.
Warusk, favored by the rule of death itself, challenged death.
Leiko, who was fascinated by the power of fate, still tried her best to break free from the thread of fate!
The savages may be smarter than Rathma, and perhaps those instincts from the primitive worship of nature make them only believe in themselves.
And Rasma is now like a toy with great power.
"Mathael, wisdom will not belittle any thinker or questioner! Complacency will be far away from wisdom. Are you still wise now?"
Rasma said this.
The skeletons on the ground began to combine little by little, forming an army of skeletons!
The ground was completely infected by Rathma's power and became the domain of the dead!
The ancestor of the Necromancer, the longest-lived Nephalem!
His power cannot be limited by those conventional skills that need to be learned!
It’s a pity...
“Not strong enough!”
Malthael said lightly.
The Reaper of Souls in his hand slit Rathma's throat without being able to see the trace!
“But I am not weak either!”
The army of skeletons summoned by Rathma appeared in front of him in an instant, and the souls of the dead floated up one by one, holding in their hands The dark green energy ball looks like it will be thrown out at any time.
Mathael's body turned into a gray mist and passed through the bones.
The bones contaminated by the power of death disappeared in an instant!
The dead are forever controlled by death.
A ball of blood behind Rasma slowly grew, and another Rasma peeked out his pale face from the red blood!
In addition to being pale, the ground was also covered with a layer of blood.
"Vasily's life ended in your hands? What about Bulkesso's life? You didn't get it?"
As Malthael said this, his figure emerged from behind Rathma.
The sickle was hung on Rasma's neck, and then Rasma's body completely exploded!
The rich blood energy impacted Malthael's body, punching dense holes in the Archangel of Death and Wisdom!
Rasma’s power comes from various attempts.
In order to avenge his mother, he deprived his brother of his power.
Trying to reconcile everything, I set my sights on Israel's power!
Although he was unable to fight against Malthael at this time, Malthael could not kill him!
This is a stalemate destined to be long!
In a certain corner of the voodoo land, Nazeebo was holding all kinds of weird and unrecognizable materials and throwing them into the clay pot in his arms.
The voodoo doll hangs on the wrist, as if it is smiling!
Karasim was sitting cross-legged not far away, taking care of the pale Vera, and Sonya was looking at an arm in front of her with a pair of cracked knives!
That is the last trace of the first generation ancestor!
The barbarian named Bulcaisuo, the last remnant of the most primitive ancestors!
And Li Min was not far away without saying a word, looking up at the dark sky without saying a word.
The devastation after a chaos.
Xiansai Island has collapsed under Malthael's power.
All humans fled in panic in this apocalyptic scene.
The sky is no longer shrouded in haze, but beyond the haze, there is now emptiness!
High-level heaven and burning hell disappeared in an instant, they could only wait for an opportunity!
Either Malthael allows Rathma to recall Lilith, and the ancestors of the Nephalem return.
Either Malthael and Rathma had a fierce battle, and Malthael killed Rathma.
Vera took back the punishment that belonged to the witcher.
They faced Malthael again.
Either they recover everything that belongs to this world, or Rasma does it.
Or, Bulcaisuo, who has never failed, will return to the world with everything from the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell to realize all the beautiful visions!
Today I only coded these.
Because I encountered something unlucky...
When I was eating Laba porridge, I bit a hard bean, and then my lower front tooth cracked...
It hurt...
One tooth is shorter than the tooth next to it...
I will go to the dentist tomorrow to see how much the fillings will cost...
I have to do a nucleic acid test before entering the hospital...
I have a headache...
The minimum guarantee is 8,000 yuan tomorrow. Word update...
Sorry...
(End of this chapter)