Chapter 415 The "Story" in Death's Mouth (to be followed)
In the kingdom of the dead, Tyrell is paying attention to what is happening on the ground together with Death in front of him.
"Death...I mean Ashira, what are your plans?"
Tyrell looked at Death's unswerving look and quickly changed his words.
Death looked at everything in front of him quietly, as if he didn't know where to start on this topic.
"If you want to tell a story."
Death said to Tyrell meaningfully.
Tyrell is not completely worthless.
There is something in him that cannot be replaced by other existences.
Whether it is the emotional connection with Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom, or the inextricable connection with the barbarians.
Even if he died in the hands of Israel, he was still the Archangel of Justice recognized by Imprius and Auriel.
No one can take away his existence.
The justice in Rorschach is just born out of the person of the Archangel of Justice. Rorschach made his own choice and did not become a new Archangel of Justice.
Or maybe the stubborn Yi Zuer will also change when facing Tyrell.
Death is not stupid. If she were stupid, she would not have been the only one unscathed in that battle.
"I have several brothers, not from this side of eternity, but from another world."
As he spoke, Death turned into that girl-like appearance.
The look was a little yearning.
“The Sandman is the one who takes care of me the most, or his actions are just not understood.
And now, I want to bring him back. From being trapped by them forever In the Forbidden World
He will understand me, and he is the only choice to master the power of dreams. "
The words of death were unclear, and even the "story" was not told much.
It was just a name of a person.
Tai Riel listened quietly, waiting for the next story.
"Constantine had his objects in his hands, as well as the ruby in the hands of the guy who called himself Dr. Destiny.
Two objects were enough to awaken a part of my brother's will.
As for Constantine, I have to say that his ability not to be haunted by dreams deserves my special attention.
It’s just that he is a mortal after all, and he has never thought of going beyond the realm of mortals.
This makes me a little regretful. ”
Thus said Death.
His expression was bland.
This performance made Tyrell a little nervous.
He couldn't tell where his nervousness came from, but it had enveloped him.
When the dead appear in front of death, they lose the ability to control themselves.
No matter how powerful he was in life, the dead cannot defy death.
Unless death grants the privilege.
“You want to hear the process of the previous battle? No, I can’t tell you. Because you will definitely make changes in our peaceful life.
How can there be justice without bloodshed? ?”
Death smiled slightly and looked at Tyrell in front of him.
Appeared in front of Tyrell with a mocking and contemptuous attitude.
"What's your position?"
Tyrell asked, sweat can already be seen on his forehead.
But no one cares how the dead sweat.
"Position? What do you think? The balance between life and death? Or world peace?"
Death smiled and casually opened a scene in front of the two of them.
Above is the situation on Thanos' side.
A lot of alien technology has been added to the body of Burning Angel Ozil.
But this is not to make him stronger, but to firmly block Ozil's upper limit of strength.
The moment Tyrell saw Ozil, his pupils dilated.
"Malthael!"
He couldn't help but shout out the name of the Archangel of Wisdom. Ozil's appearance made him know that the time in this world was much shorter.
Seeing Ozil brings more excitement than seeing the King of Plague appear in the world.
The Plague King can only show that Baal is still unwilling to remain silent, and Ozil is the vanguard of Malthael.
The Soul Reaver is on his way.
Although Tyrell didn't recognize the purple guy with a chin like a fist, he knew that Ozil would not be controlled.
The Burning Angels were never mastered.
In addition to bringing fire and cooked food, he also brought uncontrollable disasters.
Although Thanos is not weak, he is not strong enough to make Ozil bow!
“That guy, you should probably remember his name, Thanos, the Titan of Destruction.
He also has a younger brother, but now he doesn’t remember it at all. ”
Death looked at Thanos' somewhat excited expression, but he seemed to be waning in excitement.
This guy has died several times.
But every time he ran rampant like a reckless wild boar. This kind of Thanos made Death a little distressed.
An obsessive love?
It is a helpless burden and boredom.
"He will always go on the road of destroying the world, sometimes he will succeed, sometimes he will fail.
But he will always walk on this road. I think he can replace the guy of Annihilation. After all, this kind of destruction As long as you don't have a conscience or remain indifferent, you can do it.
At least Thanos must have some sense to be annihilated."
Death said softly.
Tyrell doesn't feel good.
"Are you pretending that you are not good at fighting?"
He still asked, looking at death with his eyes.
“No, I’m really not good at fighting. Whether it’s me in this world or the me in the world that was swallowed up. Fighting is too boring.
What is the purpose of fighting? The most serious thing is death, and I am death, so there is no point in fighting."
Death said this.
One picture became two.
On one side is the situation on Thanos' side, and on the other side is the battle situation on the Plague King's side.
The battle on the Plague King's side has become more and more fierce. The poison and damage make this place unsuitable for humans for decades.
Everyone present looked seriously injured.
"That arm is a creature of destruction, it's funny. It reminds me of a guy who is always hungry, but no one ever wants him to be full."
Death talked about irrelevant topics, slowly sat on his throne and curled up.
Like an ordinary lazy little girl.
"You want to warn me?" Tyrell said, looking at the death in front of him.
Their understanding of this world is still too superficial.
Perhaps the only person who has ever really dealt with them is Death in front of them.
And that timid look made them take death too lightly.
"Counting me, there are only five of the strongest people in this world.
Death, eternity, infinity and annihilation, as well as the court of life that stands on the opposite side.
< br>Guess who is the guy who really has the same ideals as you? ”
Death smiled, as if Tyrael's embarrassment amused her.
"I guess the court of life."
Tyrell answered the question of death casually, his expression unchanged.
"It's my brother, the Sandman."
Death spoke a name off the list.
There are seven children in total, and the order from oldest to youngest is "fate", "death", "sleep", "destruction", "desire", "despair", and "joy".
Among them, "desire" and "despair" are twins, and "joy" was renamed "delirium".
Death knows more than Tyrael imagined.
Destiny is never simple.
Especially Tyrell knew a brother named Inaris, who was powerful but always hidden.
Sandman is a derogatory name.
He should be called the Lord of Dreams.
But Sandman has become his most famous name.
Witnessed the world's first tragedy and nightmare between Abel and Cain, and summoned the three goddesses of fate to inquire about the whereabouts of the treasure.
But the process of reshaping the dream world did not succeed, and the two worlds began to compete with each other.
The Sandman has fallen, but fortunately his treasure is still there.
And escaped their sight for eternity.
The only person who knows this is dead, and maybe some of the guys who survived the battle.
But those guys dare not tell it.
Because it was only because of the mercy of death that they did not become one of those living beings whose memories were washed away.
Survivors will fear death because they cannot escape its grasp.
As for the other brothers, Death had no intention of saying anything.
"The guys who hurt Sandman all have one thing in common, that is, they are always awake. What do you think of this punishment?"
Death said casually.
Then yawned.
Being rejected in a dream means mental stress.
It is not a sleepless wakefulness maintained by short and broken sleep, but the pain of living in mental torture all the time.
Death will not redeem them.
For example, Nick Fury is always everywhere.
Nick Fury knew the "Sandbag" because he was the initiator of the "nightmare" that took away this treasure and caused the Sandman to be transformed into the Demon Lord.
Nick Fury is so good that he can still have a good effect by intervening in the war between gods as a mortal.
This record alone is enough for him to be complacent.
But when the punishment and curse fell on his head, no one stood up to speak for him.
Most of the people who know what he paid have already changed their lives.
Other survivors will not stroke their beards for Nick Fury!
"Very cruel, but what are you going to do through me? Awaken your brother?"
Tyrell said this, and then sat directly on the ground.
He personally handed over his personality to Rorschach, and his power was taken away by Israel. He can't do anything now.
Like a mascot.
At this time, he seemed to be unable to do anything except not worry.
The identity of a listener is not unfamiliar to Tyrell either.
"I want you to pay the price to the barbarians for me as part of the exchange for the power of dreams."
Death said this, and there was a slight snore coming from her mouth. She was sleepy. .
The sleepy look is kind of cute.
“Why me?”
As soon as Tyrell said those words, he knew he had done something stupid.
Why him? Of course it's because he is the weakest now.
No choice.
He cannot escape the grip of death.
Because he died in this world.
Even if Malthael came to this world with a share of death, he could not take away Tyrael's soul from the death that calls itself Ashira.
Death did not answer Tyrael's stupid question, much to Tyrael's relief.
If the shame is only for a moment, then it’s okay.
The Plague King on the screen finally became completely furious.
Baal's constant control of him gave him some childlike rebellion.
Being controlled and unable to fight with all his strength left King Plague with nowhere to vent his desire for destruction.
The poisonous mist began to spread little by little, breaking through Loki's best-effort blockade.
Dr. Doom, who was constantly told by Barr to be more cautious, became the first victim of the King of Plague's rage!
Teleport, smash!
No mercy!
The moment the Plague King appeared behind Dr. Doom, his giant arm had already landed on Dr. Doom's head.
The whole movement was so swift that there was no time for anyone to react.
Maybe Mocott can react, but Rumlow has become so weak that even the connection with him has become intermittent.
No one can save Dr. Doom's life from the plague king, except himself!
And Midnight, who keeps trying to master Dr. Doom’s body!
There was a sound like a watermelon being smashed!
Dr. Doom fell softly to the ground.
Every bone in the body was broken in the huge impact, and this injury was enough to be fatal.
But Dr. Doom’s will is particularly clear at this time!
The King of Epidemics still took back some strength at the last moment. After all, the rebellious child did not dare to put his father's will behind his head.
But Midnight's soul completely controlled Dr. Doom's body at that moment, and under this blow, it turned into soul fragments to nourish Dr. Doom's body!
Thank you to the "great and selfless" Midnight for bearing the heavy blow from the wrath of King Plague on behalf of Dr. Doom!
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(End of this chapter)