$459 The Archangel Tyrael, the Wise Archangel Full of Death, Has Not yet Been Resurrected

Tyrael is already a wise angel filled with death.

He and Malthael are still a little different.

Malthael 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 prefers 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 was surrendered, but two wills of death remained 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.

Tyrael was the being chosen by Death after a long wait.

Strong and stubborn.

Not only is he full of hostility towards this world, but he also doesn't have much favorable impressions.

Tyrael once existed for justice, but he was as ignorant as a fool.

He chose to go against the iron law of the higher heaven, but he hesitated after taking action.

A guy who claims to be righteous, but is not invincible.

It’s different now!

"Your Highness Ashila, what should I do now?"

The figure of Mina Hak appeared beside Death.

She called the other person by the name "Aishila".

The descendant of the Skeleton King, the only thought left by the immortal but terminated Skeleton King in 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 away from the kingdom of the dead.

She and Tyrell both agree on one thing!

That means Tyrael 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!

Tyrael is unaffected 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 gone to who knows where.

Minahak held the Mad Lord's scepter in his hand and hesitated.

Let’s talk about it next time, right?

Peace returned to the kingdom of the dead.

If you don't count the constant roaring and wailing of those dead souls.

At this time, Tyrell had already begun to review the dead under his command.

How could 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.

There was something cold on the dark face.

What Death wants is not an upgrade in 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?

From Tyrell's point of view, even if Yizuer, no, even Ozil was captured to die, it would be better than that goddess.

Gods had feelings and stuff, and Tyrael was okay with that.

He also has feelings.

But it's 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 was even more terrifying than when Bulcasso chopped Adelia into pieces, although this example was not very suitable.

Because Bulcaisuo's hatred at that time was a bit inferior compared to the overwhelming anger.

But Tyrell can't think of a more representative example.

Maybe Lilith's feelings for other angels and demons can be considered one?

Can the hatred that the original Bulcaisso had for Inarius be considered as one?

But it was too far away, and 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 about 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 victor of that world war, but the union of two goddesses who chose to compromise.

For them, their own world is their "hometown", and they have somewhat redundant feelings for their fellow villagers.

Although Death enjoys their care for eternity, he is hostile to those guys in his heart?

This 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 "Asheela" who can remove 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 stood together in front of the steps of the Elder's Temple, blocking Leiko who wanted to go in directly.

There are several places on the Holy Mountain that 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 not as powerful as before in life, that distance is not far away.

But he was still a little nervous when he spoke.

Kahn is not a sociable savage...

"Don't be impatient, we will take care of it!"

This is what Talik said.

He carried the evidence of shame on his shoulders, and his face didn't look very good.

The timing was a little too weird.

Bulcaisel 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 imagined in Malthael.

The power of the Death Angel will not be excited at will.

Tarik exchanged serious glances 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!"

As Korik said this, all the ancestors below 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 it be that Malthael could kill a dead man again?

"We have all heard about what happened over there. The three ancestors should consider whether it is Lilith or Rasma who is coming!"

When Cassius said this, there were many unexplainable swear words in the middle.

There are only three ancestors. In the eyes of these barbarians who have little 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 of Nephalem, Rasma, once such a being appears nearby, the Holy Mountain will not be unresponsive.

And Lilith is even more so as the mother of Nephalem.

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 gathering for?"

Kotur twisted his invisible neck and spoke angrily.

Kol on the side paused the Wrath of Hidden Peak on the ground and shouted 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 will go crazy first!"

The names of these two ancestors are somewhat similar, but the difference in personality is still quite large.

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 bloodshot.

He held several dogs that died in the turmoil of the power of death in his arms, and their souls followed at his feet.

The ancestor wanted to see no such thing as a Berserker losing control.

There's no Orak to stop this fool now.

The power of death will not affect the dead existence, but it is tantamount to annihilation for these little animals!

"If you don't stop talking, lend me the Fury of the Hidden Peak, and I'll give that ball of death a ground-shattering slash!"

Hailab walked directly in front of Cole and stretched out his hand!

Then Kol 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 Hyrab, looking anxious.

To put it bluntly, the barbarians were only slightly concerned about this matter. Perhaps except for Banal, no ancestors cared about this matter at all.

The ancestors had long been prepared to give up everything.

It's just fighting, they have long been used to it.

It would be difficult to make them nervous because of some signs.

The number of ancestors who would be nervous because of some omens on the Holy Mountain was not large, but it was not a small number.

There are 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 period of time, Qualkek, the general of the Holy Mountain Guard Corps, and one of the three previous ancestors, the great prophet who enjoys the respect of the barbarians, the battle prophet Mardoc …

Talik stood on the high platform with a gloomy expression.

It was somewhat difficult for him to distinguish the current situation.

As for the Holy Mountain Gate at this time...

The third ancestor candidate, supernumerary guard 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 way 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's just chatting, but it's actually just sitting and practicing on their own.

After Bruce became a savage, his butler Afu didn't worry about his safety for a long time.

At the beginning, both Alfred and Wayne knew very well that Bruce Wayne, as an ordinary person, could not always be the Batman, because there would be times when ordinary people's bodies could not hold on.

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.

Wayne Group is more than a step behind those guys when it comes to the human body.

There is 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 movements on his fists became faster and faster, almost sparking.

"Craig, are you going to be a superhero?"

Wayne asked as he looked at the computer and looked at 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'."

As Craig answered Wayne's questions, his hands 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 and looked at Craig's back and asked.

He was full of doubts about the reincarnation of monks.

Is this a person's future, or is he borrowing his past self to be reborn in someone else's body?

There is a difference between killing someone and replacing them and 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 unconsciously assumed the posture of Karasim, and the gap between reincarnation and body-taking seemed really not that big.

He could already smell fear.

"Fear can also be my strength. Because fear of me makes those assholes care less about the rules."

Wayne said this and took 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! Not even one of them has ever been able to escape Diavolo's clutches!"

Craig said and finally stopped moving his hands.

Exchange good books and follow the vx official account. Follow now and receive cash red envelopes!

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, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and then asked after swallowing.

"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?

Who can be without fear except the guy in Prius who is inherently courageous?

Even Bulcaisel can only avoid fear by dividing his soul.

It's not that he has no fear, it's just that the fearful side was firmly pinned in a certain corner, cutting off the connection between that part of his soul and his body.