Chapter 392 Infinity
In the Palace of Death.
Tyrell looked at the death in front of him thoughtfully.
“You mean, there are more powerful beings among you?”
Tyrell was not surprised.
After all, he has heard many stories from the mouth of death about swallowing up the rules of another world.
According to the different harvests, the gods of this world have also undergone tremendous changes.
For example, the existence of time has been mastered, but it has not officially appeared in front of everyone until now.
"Yes, Eternity is just one of the guys who masters new powers the fastest. I also have a sister, and she has gained the most."
Death said calmly.
Then he took a small tea cup from Mina Harker's hand and sipped it slowly.
If the aura on her body hadn't been very unstable, Tyrell might have thought that the death in front of him was a rational being.
Sisters of death, there will only be infinity.
An existence with many powers over time, space, matter, energy and reality.
She is still sleeping, partly because she was seriously injured in the previous battle, but also because she gained too much and could not turn it into her own strength in a short time.
The original time of this world is under her control.
It’s just that now, the existence called Infinity is still sleeping and may be forcibly awakened at any time.
A person who doesn't get enough sleep is not very good-tempered, and death is just a shot in the arm for Tyrael.
"So, why are you telling me all this?"
Tyrell asked calmly.
Consciously or unconsciously, he looked at the surrounding environment.
He would also be curious about the power of death. After all, Malthael spent a lot of effort to obtain the power that Tyrael would take seriously.
"Maybe I'm just bored. You are not the righteous archangel who can negotiate terms with me now. You are just a dead person now.
Weak, I just want to blow In one breath you will become a thing of the past."
Death smiled fondly, with a hint of teasing.
"Do you want to bring Leoric back in your own way?"
Tyrell's question was a decisive one.
Death is not difficult to understand, as long as you can really look directly at her.
After all, this death has no influence on wisdom.
Death made no objection to Tyrael's words.
She is not someone who puts all her hopes on others.
For a long time, she was the one who listened to wishes most of the time. Making a wish was too far away for death.
"In other words, you plan to wake up your sisters?"
Tyrell became more and more certain of his guess.
As a human soul, when facing death, there is a risk of overturning at any time, but this cannot stop Tyrell from continuing to explore the truth he wants.
"More than that, Tyrael."
Death finally responded to Tyrael.
It’s just that the current attitude towards death is obviously a bit contemptuous.
“The reason why I tell you this is just because I hope that when Leoric comes back, someone can casually tell him that there is a person named Asila who has done many things for him.”
Death said so.
Like a shy girl.
It’s just that Tyrell can’t tell whether these words are true or false.
Tyrrell cannot understand the mentality of a licker.
"I think you didn't tell the truth, at least not everything you said."
Tyrrell said bluntly.
Death tilted his head, and then looked at Tyrell with a skull face.
"What if I can resurrect you?"
The words of death stunned Tyrell for a moment.
It doesn’t seem strange that matters of life and death are controlled by death, but there is something wrong with it.
“Tell me the price!”
Tyrell reacted quickly.
He does not believe that death will help him for free, so he asks the price in advance before making a decision.
"There is no price, do you dare to believe me?"
After Death said this, he let out a series of giggles.
Tyrell chose to remain silent.
……
The Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
The situation is looking a lot better these days, at least it is not as tense as before.
After all, Sonya has recovered her health. She is just a little confused about her own condition for a while. This is not a problem.
On the contrary, the problem of how to deal with Mr. Immortal Craig was put before us.
The reincarnation of a warrior monk basically determines the path he will take in the future, but he still needs a little more important help.
Bloodline!
In this matter, Karasim and Vandaloni, who have merged with Craig, can't help much. These two consciousnesses have gradually fallen asleep.
Their experience and strength are fully integrated into this living body, waiting to be awakened one day.
Perhaps Craig will become a new legendary monk by then, and at that time he will have completely accepted all of his two "previous lives" and walked his own path.
"Jotun Kule, come here!"
Bulkessor roared, and the soul of Jotun Kule floated forward with some curses.
What he could think of was that Bulqueso was planning to make him a tool man again, and he would not hesitate to threaten him with weapons.
Okay, this is a somewhat sad story, but it is not without its benefits.
For example, the conditions given by Bulkesso.
"A legend, and my blood."
Bulkeso gave the conditions that can be delivered now, looking at Jotun Kule.
These things may not be so precious. After all, if you are willing to look for Bulcasso's blood, you can still find a lot of it.
At least there are some on the ground now.
However, Bulkesso only needs Jotun Kule to operate Kanai's Box, and this price is enough.
The resurrection of a soul not only requires a strong will, but also a body that can bear its power!
“Can I replace the legend with a powerful enough corpse?”
Zortun Kule playfully put forward his conditions.
Not an excessive condition.
After all, the concept of "powerful" is relative.
The corpse of an existence at the level of Odin can also support the use of Jotun Kule for a short period of time.
This is probably a test of Bulkaiso's bottom line, to see if Bulkaiso's so-called moral standards will change due to some things.
This will affect whether some of Jotun Kule's plans need to prepare backup plans in advance.
"The delivery time is unknown."
Bulkessor raised his eyes and answered somewhat erratically.
Sonya was already warming up.
Bulkeso has some things to do now, and he doesn’t want to engage in combat contact with Sonya at the level of reconstruction.
So he turned his attention to Leiko.
I just promised to find a body that is enough for Jotun Kule to use it. There is no urgent request for time, so I just need to wait.
As long as the existence of this world is not a god, its life span is limited.
The corpse of a strong man who died naturally can also reduce the threat of Jotun Kule somewhat.
It doesn’t matter if you agree to come.
"Okay, I'm always working hard."
Leiko understood what Bulcasso looked at in an instant.
He twisted his neck and made a series of noises.
It's not a crime to use weapons, just treat it as a simple wrestling.
Both of them are female barbarians, so there will be no inconvenience.
Although fighting across genders is not uncommon for them.
"Johanna's blood and your blood? Are you planning to create a son? Haha~"
Jotun Kule laughed.
The bloodline of the monk must be reconciled.
Using such words to poke fun at Bulkesso was a not-so-kind joke.
But Bulcasso won't care anymore.
Some jokes will hardly have any effect here in Bulkaiso. Bulkaiso seems a bit boring in the eyes of Jordan Kule.
“Tch. As long as you don’t want to die, you can say whatever you want.”
Bulcaisel spoke in a threatening tone.
As long as Jotun Kule does not touch the bottom line, some freedom of speech can still be given.
As long as Jotun Kule is still a helper to the barbarians, Bulkatho does not mind giving some unimportant help to this ancient Nephalem ghost.
"I just thought of your ancestors, that's all."
Zortun Kule took out Kanai's Magic Box, put it in his hand and showed it to everyone.
He didn't say anything in detail, and there was some evil intention on his face.
“Come on, give me your blood, and I will let this guy have the blood of a monk.”
“Warning in advance, don’t try to take advantage of the authority in him. , you will die miserably."
Bulkeso said a little worriedly.
It just sounds like he has no good intentions.
Even if the reincarnation of the monk has not regained some strength, it is still dangerous.
After all, no one can predict whether Vandaloni and Karasim's consciousness will suddenly wake up at a critical moment.
If there is a collision, Jotun Kule will probably be in trouble. He has been a legendary monk for two lifetimes, and their fists are equally hard and powerful when dealing with their enemies.
Who knows if that situation really happens one day, whether Jotun Kule will go to see all the gods that the monks believe in at that moment.
When Vandaloni was alive, that guy was not much worse than Volusk.
Who knows if these guys have any messy stuff that they can use as a trump card.
"You mean the authority to live? I have already been a soul."
Jotun Kule laughed at the top of his lungs. Waves of breeze blew around the soul, and some fine gravel appeared on the ground.
"It had better be so."
Bulkessor gave a final warning.
It is possible for these guys to seize a good physical body, but that is still a "possible" thing.
A warning is enough.
No matter what, there are monks to deal with these matters.
Now, it's time for Bulcaisel to deal with the old man who calls himself "War".
Time has left too many traces on this old man. Bulkesso is very concerned about the power of time.
......
At this time, Frank was half lying on the ground, together with Blade Runner.
Dracula left in a hurry before, but this matter was not easy to understand.
Frank and Blade are no match for a real vampire if they are tied together.
Perhaps even if they tie up those who are truly vampires, Frank and Blade will not be able to hurt each other.
As for Integra, she is special to existing vampires.
Especially the name of the vampire standing here now is Silas Victoria.
"Frank, I don't plan to get too involved in SHIELD's calculations, but Nick Fury made an offer that I can't refuse."
Integra Station Not far away, he was talking with a cigarette in his hand.
She wouldn't have given any explanation, but Frank's difficulty touched her.
To be more precise, Integra does not intend to provoke an enemy like the Punisher.
After all, if a combat master wants to cause some damage, the threat level is not low at all.
Silas stood there with a sweet smile, still looking around.
Perhaps I want to find that "father" figure.
But even if Dracula didn't leave the scene directly, that wouldn't be the Acardo she remembered.
Taking care of Frank was not very difficult for Silas, she just paid a little injury as a price.
But now that I am no longer alone in my body, this price is not much different from nothing, and I can recover in a few seconds.
"What the hell does this have to do with your men knocking me down!"
Frank seemed a little excited.
In his hand was a broken firearm that made one wonder whether it would explode the next time he pulled the trigger.
It looks quite embarrassing.
This was an unforeseen disaster. After all, Silas did not notify him in advance after attacking him.
"I want to take away the Sun Walker, and you don't look like the person who will let us get what we want."
Integra's eyes were obscured by the reflection of the glasses. .
She stood in front of Frank with a long knife in her hand, and her posture was eye-catching.
This woman is not the kind of guy who shows mercy, although she only stands on the standpoint of a human being and also has beautiful qualities such as compassion.
Just dragging her feet is not her style.
But such an explanation is definitely not very sincere.
Frank felt himself getting irritable.
Without any discussion, Silas suddenly appeared and launched a crushing attack on him.
It can be described as being beaten.
After all, the level gap between the two is quite big, and Frank even has a hard time catching the opponent's actions.
The power in the death ring on Frank's hand was almost exhausted, and he didn't understand why he was attacked.
It was surprising to be dragged down by the Blade Warriors.
"Then take him away. Anyway, I can't resist anything at this time."
Frank came out of his mouth almost word by word.
One hand had already reached under his coat, and there were several grenades there.
As long as the power of death is instilled, this is still a great weapon.
The Blade Warrior on the side also struggled and took out a grenade-style thing.
In addition to explosives, that thing also contained compressed garlic essence and some broken silver.
This equipment configuration is really professional, but the vampires restrained by this thing are not the same species as the vampires in front of them.
It might be more effective to nail the heart with a wooden stake.
Frank couldn't help but twitching at the corners of his eyes when he saw Blade's completely undisguised movements.
This posture and death cannot be achieved. After all, not many villains are fools and come up to them when they see grenades.
As for threats, Frank found them useless.
"I think SHIELD won't mind if Blade becomes a non-staff member of the vampire-killing agency, and the help I can provide is no less than what you can do alone."
Integra reluctantly showed a smile, a little stiff.
She doesn’t care much about majesty. After all, after there are only a few people left in the Helsing organization, from the moment she became a partner of SHIELD, majesty and dignity are all important. Has fallen into dust.
This woman has never smiled often, and this smile is a little weird.
At this time, Jill appeared a little awkwardly not far away, and the ring on his hand was also taken off.
The body is exuding an aura of decay.
This change only fell in Silas's eyes.
A child and a vampire look at each other.
Silas’s smile is quite sweet.
Jill behaved as stiffly as a puppet.
"You are really energetic now."
A somewhat old voice came from Jill's mouth.
No one present felt familiar.
Only Frank, his teeth were cracking when he followed the sound!
A crunching sound from the teeth!
"I remember, are you Frank's son? Or do you have another identity now?"
Integra took a deep drag on the cigarette and slowly exhaled it. A smoke ring.
Only when things are not related to their own interests, humans can barely be objective. Even the quality of the first image will become the cause of bias.
Only Integra is still calm now, so she will conduct the preliminary negotiations.
"I'm just saying a few words, don't be so nervous. Punisher."
Gill continued to speak.
There were no visible injuries on the child's body.
"By the way, I am Merlin. I think this name will be familiar to you."
Well, the guy who took over Jill's body is Merlin.
The method is a bit excessive and a bit dangerous.
It’s just that Merlin has never seemed to be a guy who likes to think about others.
Even this guy completely ignored Integra’s question.
"I want to see Bulcasso, but I don't want to leave any injuries on this child. Do you have any good ideas?"
Merlin continued.
But he used Jill's body to show a weird smile.
Although the part of his power that can be used is very limited, he can still observe some important things.
“Why don’t you just go to Harrogas and take over my child’s body instead!”
Frank is obviously very angry. This man’s life should have ended in revenge, but instead Now it's for the sake of the family.
Regardless of whether the person who has taken over Jill's body is the real Merlin, such an approach will only show strong malice.
"I don't have enough power to put my consciousness on that mountain. You seem to have always thought that it was an ordinary mountain?
The power of that place is enough to cause earth-shaking changes on this planet. "
Merlin said this.
There was a bit of bitterness in the voice.
He is obviously dissatisfied with the power he has now.
"If I really couldn't leave, of course I would be willing to visit such a strong man in person.
It's just that I have more important things to do."
Merlin gave a perfunctory explanation It won't get Frank's approval.
High anger and powerlessness are gnawing at Frank's heart.
In the human world, Frank is considered a strong man.
But when facing a guy like Merlin, his strength seemed a little nervous.
What’s even worse is that he has no way to separate the bodies of Merlin and Jill.
"Okay, knowing too much is not good for you or this child. Now, are you willing to help me think of a solution?"
Merlin continued, then suddenly turned around He turned his head and looked at Silas who was approaching him.
“Let me tell you in advance that my actions will not cause any harm to this child, and I will compensate you as a matter of course afterwards.
So don't face me like an enemy now, okay?
At least don't plan a surprise attack on me. "
Merlin stretched out Gil's hand and pointed at Silas.
But nothing happened.
The souls residing in Silas felt Arrived with intense uneasiness.
Alerts are being sent to Silas continuously.
Merlin's consciousness also has strong suppressive power over these souls.
"Come back, I will take you to Harrogas. It just so happens that I also have something to ask those barbarians."
Integra frowned and continued: "Silas, take Blade with you, and then we are ready to leave."
Integra didn't care about Frank's opinion at all.
He turned around and left resolutely.
With a sweet smile, Silas lifted the Blade Warrior off the ground and completed the disarming action.
Silas put the highly professional grenade into his backpack.
Then she took a deep look at Frank who was in pain, and followed Integra thoughtfully.
Frank looked at his son with a painful expression.
He needs to comfort his wife and daughter first. If there is no good way to protect them, Frank has even made plans to temporarily send his relatives back to the kingdom of the dead.
After being contaminated by extraordinary existences, the lives of ordinary people seem to be gradually becoming distant.
"I said, as a legendary figure, can you only think of stories about evil wizards taking over other people's bodies?"
Merlin said a little feebly.
But when this mature and old-fashioned demeanor appeared on Jill, the strong sense of disobedience became even stronger.
Merlin's voice accurately reached Frank's ears: "I am just a warden, guarding the most powerful being in the world.
By the way, I will ensure that no one will disturb her before she wakes up completely. To her."
Merlin's words were malicious.
Frank can tell these apart easily.
He doesn’t understand.
What did Merlin mean to him by saying this?
Is it just for showing off?
Or is it to make Frank "realize"?
It seems to be a common practice for bad guys to talk about their emotions before doing bad things.
There are fewer and fewer villains in this world who know how to press the detonation button long before meeting the hero.
Good morning~
I overestimate myself...
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