Chapter 477 Zul and the Witch Doctor (to be followed)
In the Sanctuary at this time, Malthael was followed by Lilith, who was following in his footsteps.
Behind Lilith was Rasma with a gloomy face.
Three people are walking in a world that is gradually collapsing, and under their feet is the last land they can stand on.
Three beings representing three groups walked silently.
Not far away, Nazebo, Li Min and Vera were quietly observing these three beings.
"Natsubo, are you sure you have told Bulkesso what happened here?"
Li Min's voice contained no panic, not even any emotion.
Master Li Min is a well-deserved genius.
If the power of wisdom is not in the hands of Malthael, then she is now expected to become the new wisdom.
mortal?
This is just a contemptuous name for angels. They heard the name Nephalem more often from demons.
"I'm sure, according to the character of those barbarians, if there is a chance to contact us again, then he will definitely do it."
Nazebo's voice sounded a little weak, the witch doctor My voice always feels a little out of breath.
Maybe that tall body just makes spellcasters like witch doctors qualified to pay the price?
Using souls, this list even includes one's own soul.
The tasks witch doctors bear will never be easier than those of barbarians.
“Bulkeso, I always feel that he is full of secrets, although he is indeed a comrade worthy of our trust.”
Vera’s eyes under the hood were a little dazed, and she recovered Injury and strength were not a problem in the original shelter, but now, survival itself has become a bit difficult.
The world is on the verge of destruction. Where are there enough resources to support these extraordinary and powerful people?
But now Malthael and Lilith don't seem to be interested in them, at least that's what it seems.
Mathail was just measuring the remaining land with his own feet, and Lilith's thoughts could not be seen on her cold face.
The only one who could possibly tell them more, Rasma, was now like a child without a voice, following behind her mother.
"I still have a chance. At least with one chance, I can wrest the power of wisdom from Malthael!"
Li Min's voice was filled with determination. odor.
The magic power in her body is no longer suppressed by her, and everything that wisdom has explored begins to evolve around her.
Such an action was considered a provocation to Malthael.
In most cases, archangels can be divided into two types. One is because of guys like Prius and Auriel, who never stingyly gather everything into themselves.
But continue to give these wonderful foods to everyone equally.
And the same is true for Malthael.
The beauty of wisdom lies in sharing and collision of thoughts, and the greatness of death lies in never being favored in a biased way.
The other type is guys like Tyrael and Israel in the past, maybe adding the name of Inaris.
The authority is gathered in oneself, and no one can usurp it from their hands.
Tyrell's transformation also came about after he discovered that the authority of justice was separated from judgment.
As for Inarius and Israel?
They are still the same as before, they control their own destiny and their own balance!
So talents cannot control their destiny, and they can see unequal things happening around them everywhere.
"Then what? Then replace Malthael as the wisdom of this world, and then replace him and die with the death of the world?"
Vera's words were not polite at all, although she She still hated that archangel, but what Malthael did now made her a little indescribable.
The death of the world means that everything left in this world will be buried with it. The same is true for Malthael as a wisdom. Perhaps he is ready to give death to the world and himself.
As for Lilith, that guy who has no knowledge but needs help even making decisions cannot be so smart.
The only question now is what kind of plan Rasma has in mind!
"We will continue to exist, at least that's what the soul of this world tells me."
Natsubo started his blabbering speech again, which was originally full of wrinkles. The skin became smoother little by little at this time.
This strong body used to pay the rewards of those souls is filled bit by bit with vitality.
The easiest way to identify whether a witch doctor is powerful is to look at his appearance.
The vitality in a strong body is the reward for those souls. The weaker the appearance and the more wrinkled it is, the more souls the witch doctor has.
Just like a company that pays wages, the soul is the employee.
It’s a pity that the upper limit of this company is there, affected by the body.
"Did those souls choose to disappear on their own, or did they have to disappear amid the destruction of the world?" Li Min's voice had become stern.
At this time, there is no need to worry about whether your question is offensive to a witch doctor.
Natsubo's answer will determine what kind of determination Li Min will make.
"It was me who gave them their freedom."
Natsubo's eyes became cloudy little by little.
The crouched body also began to stretch little by little, and strong muscles were attached little by little.
With the physical condition of a witch doctor, if he had chosen the path of a warrior from the beginning, he would never be what he is now.
Tall and agile, full of power.
"Mathael didn't respond to me, but I don't want to see it like this!"
Li Min finally couldn't bear it anymore, she has never been a weakling!
It has never been the kind of existence that can only wait for the other party to show compassion!
Even facing Malthael, the archangel who has mastered all the wisdom in the world, Li Min still has no fear!
Even though she knew very well how helpless she would appear when facing the Archangel of Wisdom.
Because Prius can take back all the courage, Malthael can naturally take back the wisdom that fills the world!
For Li Min, this is the greatest misfortune.
If Malthael hadn't been involved in death, Li Min would never have faced this guy who was considered the source of wisdom.
Now she kind of misses Jotun Kule's biting sarcasm.
The battle between wisdom and wisdom, there is no possibility of operation between the strong and the weak.
And knowledge is the most powerful means when facing wisdom!
"Then, we also need some protection that can block those guys. Mages and demon hunters are not good at hard-on fighting, and Malthael is a real warrior."
As Natsuba spoke, the ground began to churn.
The soul of the zombie behemoth is one of the few souls whose contract he has not broken.
"Being wise, he actually chose to become a warrior and fight there. Malthael pieced together everything that disgusts me!"
Li Min said this, looking at him with a majestic look. Rasma.
There is no need to hide, Malthael and everyone else know the situation in this world very well.
The ground will become smaller and smaller, and even if the Archangel and the highest-level demon Lilith use their feet to stabilize the few areas of ground in this world, they cannot stop this from happening.
“Perhaps this is his wisdom.”
Vera took out a flying knife, the sharp edge of Jiani!
Anyone who dares to argue with the demon hunter Jiani will soon discover that Jiani can "get to the point" with her amazing thinking skills!
And Vera is the strongest among the group of demon hunters!
"The battle is about to break out. It really makes me miss the good times of my youth."
Natsubo said this, and finally stood up straight!
The slender and distinct muscles ensure that he has powerful destructive power in his body!
Before he used his body as a reward to hire souls, Natsubo was also an excellent warrior. At least in the "play" among the midnight children, Natsubo was no less powerful than Bulkeso. A high position among savages.
Unfortunately, his body does not have the fat to protect itself.
Fat is already the cheapest reward he can pay to those powerful souls.
"I want to know if you capture Rasma's soul, what will you use as his reward?"
Vera asked Na with a beautiful arc at the corner of her mouth. Zibo.
"I think the fat in the large intestine may be a good choice? But the necromancer is also an expert in the soul."
Nazebo shook the voodoo doll in his hand , that voodoo doll’s little face is ferocious and full of pain!
That's Zul!
The voodoo doll contains Zul's immortal resentment!
One of Rasma’s best students!
The noble hero who used his own power to stand in front of his teacher when the Necromancer cleansed the world!
The self-sacrifice, the exile of hope!
Courage the fearful!
And, a pioneer in pursuing the balance of human stance!
Zul!
"Natsubo! You'd better not think that my teacher is just a spell caster! He is so powerful in close combat that it makes me despair!"
Voodoo The doll opened its mouth and let out a hearty laugh!
He didn't feel despair!
He died under Rathma's scythe, but as the best necromancer besides Rathma! He is not soft enough to be killed easily!
"Come on! Let me see the final outcome, life and death!"
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(End of this chapter)