Chapter 762: Trying to recreate the miracle of artificial humans!
At this time, Malthael quietly appeared where he shouldn't have appeared.
A shadowless and erratic soul is on a planet.
He could see the planet beneath him, and he could also see the high-level heaven with a door not far away.
Mathael did not intend to kill all humans from the beginning, but simply wanted to kill all demons.
The reason why the Nephalem became Malthael's target was simply because the power in his body was part of the devil's.
Nephalem can become demons, and Joriz, who has transformed into the Poison King, is the best proof of this.
Mathael was worried that even after he defeated all the demon kings of hell, the Nephalem would be corrupted because of him.
If the Nephalem cannot be eliminated, the Hell Demon King will eventually come back to the Burning Hell.
Inarius and Lilith are not the only ones who are tired of the eternal war and sneak away to Sanctuary.
Every archangel is tired of the never-ending war, but they just choose a completely different direction.
People in this world do not have the blood of demons from the Burning Hell in their bodies. If the Burning Hell had not come to this world, people here would never have anything to do with the Burning Hell.
But everything has changed now, after the Burning Hell and the High Heaven appeared in this place together.
Humans may become angels because of their noble personality, or they may become demons because of corruption.
Mathael had to put away his compassion for humans and began to think about how to completely eliminate the existence of demons.
He didn't want to have any chance of facing the eternal battle of the past.
“Bulkess, I hope your plan will succeed more than you do.
You want to go back to the past and tell me to erase it, and I also hope to go back to the beginning and stop the burning. The formation of hell.
But the power of time will remain unknown until you truly understand it.
And you will never become a god."
Malthael was actually talking to himself, but his tone seemed to be expecting someone to hear him.
The Archangel of Wisdom was not cold from the beginning.
As an archangel, he once had the same kindness as Auriel.
He also has the same compassion hidden under the light as Imprius.
It’s just that Malthael seemed to think that he had no choice.
"Thanos, I hope you won't disappoint me."
Mathael said Thanos' name, and he seemed to be looking forward to it.
Obviously Thanos, the overlord of the universe, is already closely related to him.
However, Malthael never has only one choice. He always likes thorough preparations.
The power of wisdom is not something that can be underestimated.
...
"Gruchak! Hurry up!"
Mocott shouted.
He sensed something was wrong.
But at this time, he was in Gruchak's territory, and there was nothing he could do except urge Gruchak.
"You tell him to hurry up? What do you do quickly?
Hurry up and crush Lucien who is almost like rotten meat? Or hurry up and knock us down together?"
< br>He said with an ugly face as he looked at Lucien who could even scoop up dumplings with a spoon.
He finally understood why Mocott was worried before.
Lucien is not dead yet, but it would be better to die sooner.
The legendary demon's vitality now became the source of Lucien's torture.
Every bone in the body has been crushed into powder, and every piece of flesh with tendons has been smashed.
If you pick out those tendons, you can roll the meat into meatballs.
"Something happened outside, you'd better clean it up quickly!"
Mocott's urging became a little urgent.
The uneasiness deep in his heart was spreading.
"Shut up!
Aren't I working hard!?"
Gruchak said angrily.
Most demons are no match for Gruchak, but the vitality of most demons can delay him for enough time.
If Gruchak was willing to use his rage like a normal barbarian, the battle would have been over long ago.
But this guy doesn't like to use anger, he just likes the power of muscles in his body.
It seems that such a battle can be considered real.
“Can you give me a good one?
If you don’t want to, you can ask the guy over there to give me a hammer!”
Lucien's voice was very erratic, like a low roar...
The experience of being killed by Gruchak is quite enjoyable for humans, but it is not as enjoyable for demons. How much better it fell into the hands of Duriel.
That's terrible!
It’s not the dignity that was hurt when being tortured, but the anger that makes you unable to die.
“Shut up!”
Gruchak picked up one of Lucien's eyeballs from the ground, then held it in his hand with a little force.
According to his experience, the legendary demon's body will become stronger and stronger during this "battle".
The last intact place left in the body is almost the entirety of this legendary demon.
Most of the time, the death of the devil will be declared after this last thing is broken.
But the sturdiness of this thing is also a challenge for Gruchak.
He always puts a lot of effort into this last step.
"Mr. Gruchak, I would like to ask if there are other ways to relieve the problem in your field?"
Dr. Reed said expressionlessly.
If Reed can be more cheerful, he will definitely become a likeable clown.
His body is capable of inserting chopsticks into his nostrils and opening his mouth...
Unfortunately, Dr. Reed is different from another rubber man who can extend his body freely. Dr. Reed is a scientist.
“How do I know?”
Gruchak put his hands together to clamp Lucien’s last intact eyeball, and was squeezing the body with all his strength.
If possible, Gruchak also hopes to be able to freely control his own field.
But this thing is not the kind of legendary realm that belongs to barbarians, it is better to say that it belongs to the legendary realm of Gruchak's muscles...
The principles followed in this field are not clear even to Gruchak himself.
"Then do you mind letting me try it?
If the last standing appearance will lift this field, what if we all lie down?
This can Let this field be cancelled?"
Dr. Reed still asked, although he knew that this question was more like falsification, but he didn't care.
Scientists are a group that needs a bottom line, but sometimes results can only be obtained by breaking through the bottom line...
This is a consensus among scientists living in this country. As for the bottom line, their bottom line is very flexible.
It seems that this experiment does not take much effort, and it is even enough to ask Gruchak not to interfere.
But in fact, the most difficult part of this experiment is Gruchak!
The purpose of the creation of this field is more like a Colosseum that exists for Gruchak...
Or the iron cage in the wrestling ring...
"Get out!"
Gruchak heard Reed's words while he was exerting force, and almost stopped using his force!
The word “fuck off” is considered civilized!
This makes people a little helpless.
"That's why I said this is trouble! This bastard is the kind of bastard who will only give up after fighting!
I even suspect that the purpose of this guy opening the field is to force others to fight with him!
The people from the Tagus tribe are all bastards!”
Mocott said angrily.
It's not that you're afraid that you won't be able to defeat the opponent, it's normal that you can't defeat them.
After Gruchak opened his domain, even barbarians like Cassius and Kotur, who were at the peak of bare-handed combat, could not defeat the bastard Gruchak...
The fact that Gruchak has a body similar to that of Kotur is not at all due to talent!
Gruchak's physical talent is actually not that outstanding, and his innate conditions are no match for Kotur.
But he is able to have such an exaggerated body shape now entirely because this guy does not know how much sweat and effort he has put in...
According to Gruchak, the muscles on his body will never betray him.
In this field, it is a bit difficult for Mocott to mobilize his anger.
Especially if you want to condense your anger into substance and reach the point where it can burn your soul.
“I understand why the barbarians of the Tagus tribe are not popular.
But these guys are really reliable when fighting demons.”
Rumlow touched his backpack, trying to find a cigar.
Then there were no cigars left in his backpack.
"Constantine, give me a cigarette! I want the silk card you like, not the damn soul thing!"
Rumlow said to Constantine wave.
“It’s easy to say, but this cigarette can only be lent to you.
When the time comes, you have to give it to me in exchange, and you still owe me a favor. "
Constantine forced out a somewhat flattering smile, and then threw a whole box of cigarettes in his hand before Rumlow could express his objection.
"If you have a way to get out of here, do it quickly.
After I go out, I am willing to use all my monthly salary to buy you cigarettes. "
Rumlow's eyes were staring at Constantine, and he seemed to believe that Constantine could come up with such a plan.
"You believe in me more than Dr. Reed.
I am willing to give it a try. It would be even better if I could take away the legendary demon with only one eyeball left."
Constantine turned his head and looked at Gruchak, who was still fighting with the eyeballs in his hand.
“But I need a guarantee.
It’s not like I haven’t been to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas. The one who can come to this place with such strength.
Don't lie to me and say that there is no permission from Bulcasso here.
So I need to know specific things.
To be precise, if I open this field, will it ruin the plan of Bulcasso? "
Constantine's words were directed at Mocott.
After all, that guy Gruchak doesn't seem to care about this kind of thing.
Although Gruchak proved not long ago that he was not smart but not stupid.
But this kind of question is obviously not something that an unintelligent person can know the answer to.
Constantin was a little hesitant, although the direction of the development of the situation was not too good for him.
But it’s not so bad that he has to take action.
The worst thing is to get beaten up. It's not like he has never experienced this kind of thing.
Could it be that the feeling of being beaten by Gruchak was more painful than the feeling of King Shark lying on his back?
Well, this is pain in two senses...
Faced with Constantine's question, Mocott also hesitated.
He wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, and he didn't know if Bulkesso had already considered this situation.
But the sense of crisis deep in his heart was growing little by little.
This feeling is not pleasant!
Mocott felt that his head was a little confused.
There are not many barbarians who can see through other people's calculations, and most of them are still concentrated in the Tagus tribe.
Not all those bastards are guys like Gruchak.
Helab and Banal are actually very smart, and they were the only ones who noticed something was wrong with Bulcaisuo.
Mocott was unaware of this problem.
"If something happens, I will make up for it!"
Mocott's voice calmed down and was full of power.
He is ready to realize it!
He has been around long enough, and he was ready to sacrifice when he trapped the hammer with his weak body.
If he needs to sacrifice now, it will just be that the sacrifice comes a little later than he expected.
Mocott doesn’t care about the result!
And if you do this, you can avoid being pushed to the floor by Gruchak with a blaster...
"It's really scary, you are all full of determination.
How far can you go with your determination? ”
Lucien's voice sounded with some trembling.
It sounded like he was talking distractedly while his ribs were being squeezed by a hydraulic press...
"Everything!"
A flower flashed from Mocott's body Little flame.
Substantial anger can emerge in Gruchak's belief in power, and it is obvious that Mocott is furious.
"Okay, just don't blame me then.
It shouldn't be a problem for me to use the power of these demons and angels, right?"
Constantine pointed to the ones on the ground. The demon and the remnants of the Dutianling that had been smashed into pieces said.
“Can you tell that Du Tianling is an angel?”
Mocott was a little surprised.
"Forget it, it's up to you.
There won't be any big problems anyway."
Mocott said impatiently.
The sense of crisis deep inside spreads very quickly.
Mocott suddenly thought that this situation was very similar to what it was like before the barbarian prophet awakened.
Most of the barbarian prophets awaken before certain disasters come.
This is the love Inarius has for his children.
To say that Inarius's favorite child is probably the first generation Bulcaisel.
As the eldest brother, the first generation Bulkesso assumed the heaviest responsibility in the family.
This love also extends to the descendants of the first generation of Bulcasso.
"Okay, let me try to make a body out of the remains of these angels and demons.
Maybe I can recreate the miracle of humans creating humans."
Constantine’s words made Dr. Reed look askance!
This approach naturally reminded him of the Jim Hammond whom Constantine mentioned before!
Artificial human, artificial soul!
But Dr. Reed couldn't figure out how this approach would help open up Gruchak's field!
"If successful, the guy born will be the first-generation Nephalem.
Although he is not a child of knowledge and destiny, what are the chances of him being innately powerful?"
Constantine seemed to be telling his plan, or talking to himself.
Except for Gruchak who was still fighting with Lucien’s eyes, everyone present was focused on Constantine!
(End of this chapter)