Chapter 459 The archangel Tyrael, the wise archangel full of death, has not yet been resurrected
Tyriel is already an angel of wisdom full of death.
He is a little different from Malthael.
Mathail is wisdom first, death last!
Everything he did was guided by wisdom, but the conclusion he came to was inhumane.
But now Tyrell is dying first! Wisdom is behind!
This death is a gift from the death that is willing to call itself "Asheela"!
The death of two worlds finally became the death of one world.
But maybe this is what she wants.
The power of one death has been handed over, but two wills of death are still in one body.
She was looking at Tyrell in the corner.
There are countless kingdoms of the dead, but there is only one throne that will eventually lead to it.
Only when you come to this place can you see the essence of death and be qualified to obtain this power.
Tyriel is the being chosen by Death after a long wait.
Powerful and stubborn.
Not only is he full of hostility towards this world, but he also doesn't have much favorable impressions.
In the past, Tyrael existed for justice, but he was as ignorant as a fool.
I chose to go against the iron law of the High-Level Heaven, but I hesitated after taking action.
A guy who claims to be righteous, but is not invincible.
It’s different now!
"Your Highness Ashira, what should I do now?"
Mina Hak's figure appeared beside Death.
She called the other party by the name "Aishila".
The dependents of the Skeleton King, the immortal but terminated Skeleton King’s only thought of death.
It would be just right to treat him as a maid.
"Waiting for an opportunity."
Death said this, slowly watching Tyrell's figure fade from the kingdom of the dead.
She and Tyrell both agree on one thing!
That means Tyrell is still a dead man!
Still a soul!
Even though he got a share of death, he didn't get anything that could be called life!
Tyriel will not be affected by Malthael.
Because he is dead! He has no life!
But if Malthael still reaches the level of Harrogath Holy Mountain, Tyrael will tell Malthael what cruelty is!
The prerequisite for death is to live!
And Tyrael is not alive!
Same authority, but Tyrael doesn’t have the weakness to be caught!
But this also means that Tyrael will still be controlled by death to a certain extent.
Because the dead still hold the power of death, after all Tyrell died in this world.
But neither of them will mention this matter. This is a tacit understanding.
Minahak quietly waited for Death to say what he wanted to say, but received nothing.
Death has left this throne and has gone somewhere.
Mina Hak held the Mad Lord's scepter in his hand, hesitating a little.
【Let’s talk about it next time? 】
The kingdom of the dead has calmed down again.
If you don't count the constant roaring and wailing of those dead souls.
At this time, Tyrell has begun to review the dead under his command.
How can there be a lack of soul in the hands of death?
This was his deal with death.
Although no one said anything about this transaction.
"A bunch of soul memories, and some monster-like guys."
Tyrell said softly.
The dark face was a little cold.
What Death wants is not the upgrading of the world, and becoming stronger is not the result she expected.
A goddess who is not good at fighting at all, a goddess who is full of love for life but can only be feared by life.
An innocent goddess who would be moved by her lack of fear?
According to Tyrell's point of view, even if Yizuer, no, even if he captured Ozil to die, it would be better than that goddess.
Gods have feelings and stuff, and Tyrael has no problem with that.
He also has feelings.
But it is a bit strange for a god like Death to waver on less important things at any time.
Life or death, this is a matter of choice.
But this death will regret his judgment and change his judgment for this reason.
That’s outrageous!
But the hidden hatred made Tyrell shudder.
The richness is even more terrifying than when Bulcasso chopped Adelia into pieces, although this example is not very suitable.
Because Bulcaisuo's hatred at that time was a bit inferior compared to the overwhelming anger.
But Tyrell really can't think of a more representative example than this.
Perhaps Lilith's feelings for other angels and demons can be regarded as one?
Can the hatred of the original Bulcaisso towards Inaris be considered one?
But it was too far away. Tyrell, who was far away, almost forgot everything that happened at that time.
"Create chaos and then separate the two worlds?"
Tyrell muttered quietly.
This was one of the conclusions he came to after his practice of speculating on death.
Death is so awkward. Except for being consistent in calling herself "Asheela", she always seems to be quarreling with herself about other things.
Death was not the pure winner of that world war, but the union of two goddesses who chose to compromise.
For them, their world is their "hometown", and they have somewhat redundant feelings for their fellow villagers.
Although Death enjoys their care for eternity, is it hostile to those guys in its heart?
Such a conclusion surprised Tyrell.
......
At this time, something somewhat different happened on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
The land here contains the seeds of power left by Malthael. Even if the holy mountain itself continues to use its own power to wear away, the shadow of death has never disappeared.
And "Asila", who can eliminate these powers, has never climbed this holy mountain.
With the death of a world, changes occurred, and the Holy Mountain of Harrogath became the first place where abnormality occurred.
The three ancestors were standing together in front of the steps of the Elder's Temple, blocking Leiko who wanted to go in directly.
Several areas on the Holy Mountain have lost the vitality they had managed to gain before, as if they were suffering from alopecia areata, which is unbearable.
But at this time, the three ancestors blocked the impulsive guy.
“Don’t cause trouble!”
This is what Kahn said.
As a member of the three ancestors, he is still relatively junior.
But as the third ancestor, he has obtained more powerful power from the Holy Mountain.
A power far superior to other ancestors.
Although it is not as powerful as before, the distance is not far away.
It’s just that he was still a little nervous when he spoke.
Kahn is not the kind of barbarian who is good at sociability...
"Don't be impatient, we will take care of it!"
This is what Tariq said.
He carried the evidence of shame on his shoulders, and his face didn't look very good.
This timing is a little too weird.
Bulkessor left the Holy Mountain, Leiko had just returned not long ago, and Sonya was still wandering outside.
The changes on the holy mountain can easily be thought of in Malthael.
The power of the Death Angel will not be excited at will.
Talik exchanged serious looks with Korik.
Neither of them felt that Malthael had come to this world.
According to Malthael's habit, if he really comes, he will definitely appear on the holy mountain of Harrogas as soon as possible. Even if they are not here to fight, they will come here to make their own declaration.
"Don't worry, Malthael hasn't come to this world yet!"
Kolik said this, and the ancestors below all showed mocking expressions.
Will they fear Malthael?
Obviously not!
They are already dead.
The dead man's soul is gone, and everything about himself is integrated into the holy mountain at his feet.
Could Malthael kill the dead again?
"We have all heard about what happened over there. What the three ancestors should consider is whether it will be Lilith or Rasma!"
Cassius is saying This sentence was mixed with many unexplainable swear words.
There are only three ancestors. In the eyes of these barbarians who don’t have much respect for the first generation Bulkatho, they are compatriots who are slightly stronger and carry a slightly heavier burden.
Nothing to be in awe of.
"Obviously not. Did you feel the turbulence of blood from the Holy Mountain?"
Olongus bared his teeth and patted Cassius on the shoulder, smiling a little ugly.
As the first-generation Nephalem, Rasma would not be left unresponsive once such a presence appeared nearby.
And Lilith, as the mother of Nephalem, is even more so.
Now that the Holy Mountain has only moved against the power of "death", it will naturally not be the arrival of Rathma or Lilith.
"Then what are we going to do when we gather together?"
Kutur twisted his invisible neck and said angrily.
Kor on one side put the Wrath of the Hidden Peak on the ground and roared with an ugly face like the bottom of a pot: "Let's see if the three ancestors can find a way to solve the problem. If death continues to wreak havoc, Banal Go crazy first!”
The names of these two ancestors are somewhat similar, but the difference in personality is still quite big.
Kotur is frighteningly upright, while Koor is as irritable as a ball of fire.
Not far away, Banal's body was covered in bright red anger, and his eyes were already bloodshot.
In his arms he held several dogs that died in the turbulence of the power of death, with their souls following at his feet.
Nothing the ancestor wanted to see was the Berserker losing control.
Now there is no Orak to stop this fool.
The power of death will not affect the dead existence, but it is tantamount to annihilation for these little animals!
“If you keep mumbling, lend me the Fury of the Hidden Peak, and I’ll give that ball of death a ground-shattering slash!”
Herab walked directly in front of Cole. Stretched out a hand!
Then Cole slapped his hand away with a dark face.
“If you want to touch the Wrath of the Hidden Peak, the best way is to conquer me! Otherwise, wait until I have fulfilled my wish, and you can borrow it from Bulcaisuo!
Otherwise, don’t even think about it! "
Kol roared at Hailab, looking like he was anxious.
The barbarians were only slightly concerned about this matter, except perhaps for Banal. Besides, none of the ancestors took this matter to heart.
The ancestors had long been prepared to give up everything.
It was just a battle. They had long been used to it.
It would be difficult to make them nervous because of some signs.
The number of ancestors on the Holy Mountain who will be nervous due to some signs is not large, but it is not a small number.
Three in total!
During their lifetime, the barbarians at least gained a stable period of growth!
They are Orak, the God of War, who has carried out the mission of the rise and fall of the barbarians for a long time, Qualkek, the general of the Holy Mountain Guard Corps, and one of the three previous ancestors, who enjoys the great respect of the barbarians. Prophet, Fighting Prophet Madoc...
Talik stood on the high platform with a gloomy expression.
It was a little difficult for him to distinguish the current situation.
As for the gate of the Holy Mountain at this time...
The candidate for the third ancestor, the supernumerary gatekeeper Carl Qiu is at work.
Leiko watched the death energy churning in the corner, a hint of haze flashed in her eyes.
Having inherited the heavy responsibility from Volusk, she would not treat it like nothing happened.
As for finding that death?
After seeing the true power of Imprius, she finally had some respect for these guys who could represent authority in their own right.
Another method is needed, and Leiko is still considering it.
……
Gotham City is full of laughter and laughter.
Bruce Wayne and Craig were chatting in the Batcave.
It is said to be small talk, but in fact it is just sitting and practicing on their own.
After Bruce became a savage, his butler Afu had not worried about his safety for a long time.
At the beginning, both Alfred and Wayne knew very well that as an ordinary person, Bruce Wayne could not always be the Batman, because ordinary people's bodies would not be able to hold on after all. when.
Not to mention how huge the threat posed by the endless stream of super villains is.
Even though Bruce still has the ability to make money even though he is a billionaire, modern technology in terms of physical recovery is in the hands of strange forces.
After all, the more you transcend the bottom line of being a human being, the easier it is to make great progress in the human body.
The Wayne Group is more than a step behind those guys when it comes to the human body.
No need to worry about that aspect now.
What Afu is worried about now is when Bruce accidentally exerted too much force, leaving the super villains with no time to carry him into the ambulance.
This will also make Batman's vest lose its original function.
Although there is a potion that can save lives, Bruce, who suffers from persecution paranoia, has no idea of exposing the existence of this thing in the slightest.
Who knows what weird things this thing can attract.
As for Craig, he kept punching the stone in the corner of the cave.
The movement of the fist became faster and faster, almost sparks were flying.
"Craig, are you going to be a superhero?"
Wayne asked while looking at the computer and watching the news about the New York battlefield on the monitor.
"Superhero? Oh, you mean the kind that fights super villains. I used to be, at least in my remaining memories I am already a 'superhero'."
While answering Wayne's questions, Craig still didn't stop.
Every time he punched, he tried his best to do it wholeheartedly, but when answering Wayne, it seemed a bit perfunctory.
"Well, it seems that the reincarnation of the legendary monk is not all good news for you. Are you still Craig now?"
Wayne turned his head. , asked looking at Craig's back.
He was full of doubts about the reincarnation of the monks.
Is this a person's future, or is he borrowing his past self to be reborn in someone else's body?
Killing someone and replacing them is not the same as building someone's future.
Wayne harbored some fears.
"Don't be afraid, Bruce! Your fear will make you like a headless fly when facing Diavolo."
Craig shook his head unconsciously. Outside of Karasim's previous attitude, the gap between reincarnation and body seizing really doesn't seem that big.
He already smelled fear.
"Fear can also be my strength. Because fear of me will make those bastards care about the rules a little bit."
Wayne said this and pulled out a bottle of Lafite from his pocket.
Although I don’t know what year it was made, I’m sure it was very expensive.
"Most of the corrupted heroes have thought this way, but none of them! Pay attention! No one has ever been able to escape Diavolo's clutches!"
Clay Ge said and finally stopped moving his hands.
After he turned around, his eyes were not like that of the immortal gentleman who had sought death in despair, but instead were full of wise warning.
That was the look in the eyes of the legendary monk Vandaloni.
Wayne looked at Craig seriously, broke off the mouth of the bottle and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, swallowing it before asking.
"So, what about you? Have you ever been afraid?"
Craig's eyes flickered, and after a long time he slowly said: "All the time."
Who can not be afraid?
Except for the courageous guy named Imprius, who can be without fear?
Even Bulcaisel can only avoid fear by dividing his soul.
It is not that he has no fear, it is just that the fearful side was firmly pressed in a certain corner, cutting off the connection between that part of the soul and the body.
The two chapters add up to more than 11,000 words.
Completed the promised 10,000-word update.
Today’s guaranteed update is 6,000 words. If everything goes well, it will be an update of 10,000 words.
(End of this chapter)