Chapter 388 The Changes of Karasim
“Is there anything else you want besides the recovery of this arm?”
Auriel looked at Constantine with a look on her face His smile is somewhat formulaic.
Auriel has some appreciation for Constantine, but she also has disgust.
Sacrificing others and not even minding oneself as a sacrifice is considered fearless courage, but it is also very dangerous.
Auriel was a little surprised when she faced Constantine.
Constantine is not a good person, he is like a scumbag, and he will not deny this.
But this does not prevent him from doing it for the sake of the human world.
"I want to know your specific thoughts, just for the glory of heaven."
Constantine put away his smile and put on a humble face again. .
Now is the time for negotiation, so Constantine's tone is rare and formal.
A perfunctory compliment is not worthy of Auriel's move.
As a professional who has yet to get a job in SHIELD, Constantine thinks about problems from a human perspective.
This sentence is considered a threat.
Constantine understood what these angels wanted.
In fact, there is not much difference between him and the devil.
It is nothing more than soul and faith. Only these things can impress human beings.
Land? A mere earth is just a planet.
How big can the ground here be? No matter how much, it is impossible to fight against those top masters.
After all, there is something outrageous everywhere.
"You still have my favor, are you going to start negotiating now?"
Auriel smiled.
The eyes looking at Constantine became much softer.
But the movements of the hands are different from the expressions.
The ribbon wrapped directly around Constantine's body and sealed his mouth by the way.
After all, there's always the question of what will come out of this guy's mouth.
What's even more terrible is that Constantine's cultural level is not low at all, which is a common advantage of mages.
"Now, everyone from SHIELD, are you interested in someone else coming to talk to me?"
Auriel said this, but her eyes had already locked on the one standing there. Agent Hill.
Asking questions knowingly is sometimes considered a bit of decency among humans, and can at least start a conversation.
Agent Hill stood up straight and made an inviting gesture towards Auriel.
Inprius also made an apology gesture for the embarrassment.
"The director just left, but if you want to contact him, you only need to go to Harrogath."
Hill said this.
This is nonsense.
Agent Hill would not believe that these two guys had just appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.
What happened before must have fallen into their eyes, but she still gave the answer as if it was an errand.
It was just this answer that made the two former archangels a little embarrassed.
None of them want to go to Harrogas now. After all, the barbarians there do not welcome their arrival.
But since this issue has been raised directly, it cannot be avoided any longer.
"What are you doing?"
Prius sent such a message to Auriel.
“Waiting for an opportunity, the easiest way to become people’s hope is to be the last line of defense. This will help me achieve my goal.”
Auriel expressed her gratitude to Yin in the same way. Prius explained what he did, but it was a bit ugly.
The last line of defense will slowly be ignored intentionally or unintentionally. Only those who have no desire will not care about this.
"Now, I want to establish more cooperation between myself and SHIELD. The most important thing is that we don't need places like churches, so we don't spend much money."
Au Lil's voice only fell in the ears of Agent Hill, and the conspiracy easily aroused suspicion.
Hill nodded imperceptibly.
If Nick Fury and Auriel can be bypassed to establish some personal connection, this is also the result Hill wants.
Nick Fury is too dangerous.
While he was suspicious of all agents, the agents were equally wary of him.
This is the normal state of S.H.I.E.L.D.
......
"Sonya!"
Immortal Mr. Craig finally stood up!
Karasim's voice came from his mouth, and the power and authority of "life" in this body were also initially grasped.
Although Craig's mind is still very confused, the existence that now controls this body is Karasim, who has walked his own path from the reincarnation of Vandaloni. Strong warrior monk.
Karasim did not believe that a firm will could break through a stubborn stone, but his fists and feet could easily do this.
So he used his fists and kicks to squeeze out a path among the ancestors and stood in front of Sonya.
Bulkessor looked up at Craig and was keenly aware of Karasim's aura.
But now was not a good time to reminisce, so Bulcaisel's attention remained on Sonya.
The danger will not be much, it just depends on what benefits Sonya can get from this rescue.
"There is a living force in this body, don't say you don't see it! Bulcaisel!"
Karasim's voice lacked some of its usual calmness, but instead Seems a little impatient.
Although Karasim has a bold temperament, he usually recites mantras to maintain his mentality.
Even if you can't describe it as being aloof from the world, it's okay to be undistracted.
But this time, he was impatient!
When he faced Malthael before, the monk noticed the gap in strength.
Vanda Roni's Seven-Phase Fist and Exploding Palm are combined with Karasim's Phantom Body Art to release this set of tricks. Even if it falls on Diavolo, this set of tricks will not look so bad. Powerless.
Malthael was already powerful beyond his comprehension.
"So? Because he has life in him, do I have to get it? Not everything under my nose is mine! Karasim, have all your mantras fallen on dogs at this time!?"
Bulkeso questioned.
None of the Nephalem are purely good people or saints.
Each of these problems is actually quite big.
Bulkeso's mood is a little deviated due to soul problems, so he is not very gregarious.
Although Karasim is more stable and kind, the arrogance brought about by reincarnation still exists in him.
Vera is full of hatred and abides by the commandments. This kind of life makes her a little awkward. Not very frank, even gloomy.
Natsubo is even more talkative and doesn't care about external things.
Johanna was hearty and determined, but in the end she was too influenced by Akarat’s tricks. Her fondness for the higher heaven prevented her from firming up her position.
As for Li Min and Sonya, one is proud of being a genius and the other is proud of being a warrior.
Greed for power is their common problem.
But none of them are evil.
Kindness and human justice are the bottom line.
It is neither right nor decent to take something from someone who has done nothing wrong.
“You don’t know how powerful Malthael is now. He will only be even more powerful the next time you see him!”
Karasim was still choking.
The fact that he escaped death through reincarnation was a bit of a big blow to him.
And his soul could feel the pain his body faced at the end. More importantly, Karasim personally recited the spell to awaken Lilith!
This brings with it a strong sense of guilt. "Powerful!? That's not what you say when the devil is powerful!"
Bulcaisel glared at the guy in front of him.
Krasim was a little frightened.
The only good thing is that the guy he fears is not Diavolo.
If Diavolo gets this fear, there will be some trouble.
The chance of Karashim being corrupted is very small, but if the worst happens, this monk will be more dangerous than the big rat in Hamelin.
"Matha'il is wisdom!"
Karasim roared like this, and the ancestors around him were stunned for a moment.
Everyone knows that Malthael is the Archangel of Wisdom, and no one among the ancestors calls Malthael the "Archangel of Death."
After all, as an archangel, that guy is wisdom. If you use death to describe it, it can only be the "angel of death."
The "bigness" of archangels does not mean that they are more powerful than ordinary angels.
But their essence is much broader!
The reason why Malthael is difficult to deal with is because some thoughts that can be classified as wisdom are known to him.
Just like all fearful thoughts cannot avoid Diavolo.
"Can wisdom twist his little arm across my thigh? Shut up now!"
The anger in Bulcaisel flashed away.
Just a moment of display made Karasim calm down a little.
Leiko stood a little further away and looked at Karasim's body.
The consciousness of the immortal Mr. Craig has begun to awaken.
The three-in-one soul is somewhat novel.
Monks rarely reincarnate multiple times.
They would only make such a decision unless they still had a wish to fulfill when they realized they were going to die.
Every time you reincarnate, you will forget part of your memories. It is enough to experience this experience once.
Bulkeso's disdain is justified.
Malthael became stronger, and he also became stronger during this time.
Battle is not just about who is stronger on paper.
"Ahem!"
A cough came from Sonya's mouth.
But it was soon replaced by the sound of heavy breathing.
The physical injuries have recovered, which is even a blessing in disguise.
After all, some things brought by the blood of the first ancestors have not left her mind.
The blood will be drained, but the knowledge will not disappear.
"Now, congratulate me! Sonya."
Bulkessor said to Sonya.
At this time, he also stood up, and the two long knives on his body were still shining.
“How much weaker have you become?”
Sonya finally calmed down her breath, felt the power in her body, and looked at Bulcaisso as she spoke.
It’s no wonder she doesn’t care.
“I’m the same as before.”
Bulkessor said this with a twinkle in his eye.
Sanya was silent, and there was already some blood on her body.
At least Sonya doesn't look like a mummy now.
The somewhat hazy conversation between the two may seem outrageous, but in fact there is really nothing serious about it.
“He is the Immortal King, Sonya.”
Leiko said with a smile in her voice.
“Congratulations, but you did something wrong.”
Sonya looked into Bulkesso's eyes and said this.
"I told you, I have not become weaker, but have become stronger."
Bulkessor replied seriously.
In order to prove his statement, his body released most of the anger, which made Sonya somewhat unable to bear it.
Sanya made a snort, her eyes filled with anger.
But what words should the saved person use to tell the person who saved him that he should not save him?
So Sonya had nothing to say.
"Krashim, you should go to sleep now! This boy will become a monk! Isn't he a balanced bloodline?"
Bulkesso glanced at Kara Sim, became more and more irritable.
Now he doesn't want to discuss some messy things with Karasim.
Today is, after all, a day worth celebrating, not a day of chaos and quarrels.
"You'd better be prepared, Bulcasso."
Krasim used Craig's body to finish the last sentence. Some insiders are condescending.
But it’s a good intention after all.
Sanya’s injuries can be considered completely recovered.
It's just that it's still not possible to directly join high-intensity battles in a short period of time.
But just verbal guidance is enough.
Quarkek's mountain-splitting ax has become a legend in Sonya's hands, and it's time for her to shoulder some responsibilities.
Sanya is also a restless person, and she will complete this great cause very well.
……
Burning in hell.
Baal sat on his throne, grinning like a giggle.
There was finally some movement in the Burning Hell, and demons began to be born bit by bit.
It’s just that he now needs someone who can represent him as a direct subordinate to the Demon God of Destruction.
Doing everything personally is the usual style of the Hell Demon Lords, but the polished commander is not suitable after all.
"Hamelin?"
Barr muttered quietly.
Looking at the souls falling in like dumplings from the sky, he frowned.
He doesn't care about whether there are more bad people or good people in the world.
It’s just that the strength of these souls is a bit too low.
Quantity makes up for quality only when the difference in quality cannot be too outrageous.
It’s not that the steamed buns can’t be smashed into pieces, it’s possible as long as the test is dry enough.
Barr had no idea how many ants could kill Diavolo.
After being warned once by a barbarian, the good-looking Demon God of Destruction actually became confused.
Barr shook his head fiercely, and then turned his attention to others.
After all, what Baal experienced in the Burning Hell was similar to isolation. He couldn't do much every day, and he had long lost the so-called enrichment and gains.
But in order to survive, Barr is still very brave.
I still haven’t been able to code five thousand words, but I really can’t hold on anymore...
Sorry, I’m going to bed first...
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(End of this chapter)