Chapter 377 Our Lady of Grace! Help us! (Guaranteed, more to come)
“Mathael, I thought you wouldn’t want to see me!”
Krasim said this, and his body instantly Appeared in front of Malthael.
The huge glove has been attached to Malthael's chest, and a white handprint condenses in front of Malthael!
"Vandaloni? But now your name is Karasim."
Malthael said this.
Then he turned his attention to Sonya, who was almost frantic!
Ozil, who was violently 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?”
There was a smile in Malthael's voice, but his breath was very calm.
Everything is not out of his control yet.
“I just want to live.”
Li Min walked 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.
"If the Burqasso you knew on the Holy Mountain had died obediently, the world would have become a better place."
Mathail said casually, raised his head and looked at A wasteland outside the world.
"There is no place for us in the beautiful world you see, Malthael."
Krasim said this.
A powerful force burst out from the palm pressing Malthael's chest!
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!
Krashim’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!
"Death."
Mathail 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 a clay pot appeared quietly at the sole of 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!
A wave 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 one moment!
"Life cannot withstand death, and the soul is equally powerless 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 about it?"
Mathael acted as if he was playing.
He is completely different now!
After briefly mastering the power of the Great Demon God and the Archangels, he became stronger at an unexpected speed after becoming a Nephalem.
If he was 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 Returns~Worship the first door of Sanji to open~Worship the blood sacrifice of the wisher~Only please~Holy Return~"
Mathail said lightly, ignoring the removal Li Min and Karasim had ugly expressions and bursts of laughter!
“What have you done!”
Krashim said.
The golden light on his body was 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 phantoms capable of acting like Are you the same, releasing that fierce seven-phase fist?”
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!
Every 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!
"Excellent!"
Mathael's figure did not move at all, watching the energy in his body being continuously detonated, his tone remained calm!
"Fanda Roni, how is this possible!"
Li Min roared in shock!
What the Exploding Palm detonated was not the energy left by the monk in that palm print, but everything in the body of the guy who was 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 that’s it, 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 scary enough!
……
As for Rasma, it had become a desert.
There is only one corpse accompanying him where he is, even if the existence that occupies this corpse is called Bulcasso!
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 Bulcaisu shook his spine and looked at Rasma in front of him.
There was a slight tremor in his 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."
Rasma'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 these concise and concise words word by word.
The flesh and blood on the body that was born in the power of life began to wither in an instant!
No need to fight!
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 make the world balanced and let everything continue."
Rasma's body suddenly stopped trembling, and holy light burst out from his body!
At this time, Rasma is like an angel!
“Did our father die in your hands!? It’s obvious that the person he loved most was you!”
The first generation Bulcaisuo spat out a terrifying sentence in the most urgent voice guess!
Bursts of anger emerged from his body, burning Kanai's remains with an overwhelming sound!
The grace of Inaris!
The Necromancer’s Legendary Outfit!
And this was originally just a gift left by a father to his most beloved son!
It’s just that this gift is stained with his blood and soul!
"A father sacrificed everything to protect our existence. Noble and admirable. Brother! But what did you do?"
Rathma's tone slowly became mocking and contemptuous, staring at the first-generation Bulcaisso.
The legend began to emerge on 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 oblivion, nor is it the breath of death.
"Father's! Corpse!"
The anger rushed out of the body. After being beaten by Malthael, Kanai's corpse could no longer bear the anger of the first generation Bulcaisuo!
The most complete piece of the scattered soul of this first generation ancestor appeared in front of Rasma.
The soul, as the fuel of anger, keeps burning!
“What’s your point of yelling at me?”
Rasma took two steps forward and stood in the center of the ground. "Mathail didn't stop me from doing this, he just told me and let me understand what the sacrifice was."
Rathma glanced at the soul of the first generation Bulkatho body, lowering his eyes.
“In other words, this is fate?”
The first generation Bulcaisel looked at the surrounding environment and felt a chill coming from his soul.
It was obvious that his soul was burning.
“This is my father’s will.”
Rasma raised her head, waiting for the next sacrifice to arrive!
......
"Vandaloni, you cannot defeat death, nor can you transcend wisdom. Even your gods cannot save you, and the brilliance of Etta cannot illuminate this direction. The end of the world.”
Malthael touched Karasim's forehead with his sickle, and he spoke in Karasim's ear.
"Now, do you have anything else you want to say?"
Masayil said, turning his head to Li Min!
Karasim has understood what he meant, and the next step is the young mage.
Mathail was very curious about what kind of choices Li Min, a genius, would make.
"Mathael, I will still wave my fist at you."
Krashim said this and raised his arm covered by the glove!
The moment his fist was raised, the Lion Claw and the Fist of Az Turasco fell to the ground, causing 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 joked and said cruel things.
To become the carrier of the reincarnation of a monk, the premise is that the children are born to those guys who have the blood of the monks 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 a child's normal growth, 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 chant that spell, and I don'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!
Confrontation of energy 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, his close combat skills are not weaker than those of the hell demons!
“It’s just, what can you do?”
Mathael’s tone was extremely contemptuous!
The power of death suddenly erupted, but it was impossible to tell with the naked eye.
But in Li Min's eyes, the subtle power of death has been mixed into this world.
The breath of death is constantly invading everything, and it won't be long before it surrounds her bit by bit!
"I am such a genius!"
Li Min shouted out his mantra unconsciously, and his body instantly turned into pure arcane energy, spreading throughout the world.
Endless mana was transmitted to her body!
The Dharma Protector·The image of heaven and man!
Li Min's consciousness suddenly spread.
The genius has created a strong will, gathering all the mana elements in this world towards his 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 Master brought endless pressure to her.
The despair before the world's demise is flooding into her heart with her magic power!
The feeling of despair and powerlessness drove this genius mage to a dangerous end!
"I'm waiting for this."
Mathael laughed evilly!
Finally almost done!
Finally, he can get a glimpse of knowledge!
The names of destiny gather in Inaris!
And how could the demon who combined with Inaris be an ordinary guy!
The daughter of hatred!
Knowledge incarnate!
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!
She has even glimpsed 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 me and return three times!”
Rasma shouted the beginning of the spell loudly!
The soul of the first-generation Bulcasso burned even more fiercely!
“Linarion!”
The first generation Bulcaisel shouted violently, calling the name of the child who only stayed behind his brothers when he was born!
“Open the door to Sanji!”
Rasma did not pause at all, and continued to chant the spell with a fanatical attitude!
"Brother! Shut up!"
The first-generation Burqaso 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 existence that will be awakened!
The embodiment of knowledge and taboo!
All the continuation of hatred!
Their mother! Lilith!
Why does Mephisto, the Demon 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 higher heaven!
And knowledge belongs to burning hell!
The first-generation Bulqeso pierced Rathma's chest with his two swords!
Nailed through his brother’s soul!
The anger continued to burn, but there was no way to stop Rasma from continuing to recite the mantra!
“The Blood Sacrifice of the Wisher!”
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 held the first-generation Burkaiso'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!
"Please! Return of the Holy Spirit!"
Today we have finished talking about Lilith's resurrection.
Don’t wait, see you tomorrow morning.
Thank you.
(End of this chapter)