$496 Father and Son

The tide of the dead sounds like a terrible invasion.

If it was in the past, there would be nothing wrong with saying this, but now, this move is stealing the power of death in front of Masail!

Lasma is using his power to exchange for Zul a space to better exert his power, and also to give a better fighting environment to the soul of Vandaroni who is willing to give up his own existence.

After all, Lasma is also an elder, but he is a little too gloomy and weird.

He is here at this moment, with powerful power, watching a monster who has long been separated from the ranks of archangels, but still regards himself as an archangel, slaughtering humans and demons.

This is definitely the best opportunity Lasma has seen, an opportunity to weaken Masail.

Yes, Lasma didn't even think about killing Masail directly at this time.

But weakening is enough!

Lasma's body is constantly trembling, and the power in his body is constantly surging like a tide!

For a moment, the breath of the legendary monk's return was hidden from Masail's perception!

Lilith became particularly silent since she shouted "Lasma".

She even closed her eyes that seemed not to move.

Can't bear to watch it or don't plan to watch it?

At this moment, Masail finally burst out with a horrifying temperament!

That feeling that has nothing to do with the archangel is more like the great devil himself coming at this time!

Masail has obtained the dark spirit and even benefited a lot from it.

The moment the dark soul stone exploded in his body, the archangel might have died. The barely active body was just bearing Masail's will and power?

Anyway, Masail changed from the highly purposeful demon cleaning plan to the appearance of the destroyer.

It looks intimidating.

But the conscience of the archangel seemed to push him in another direction, constantly trying to save the remaining world.

He looked like a madman, or maybe he had already gone mad.

After all, with the body of an archangel, trying to master the dark soul stone containing the power of the great demon, such an idea would not be attempted by a madman.

Even if Malsail became death in addition to wisdom, it would not work!

All the archangels and the devils of hell feared Malsail not from the fear of death, but from the fear of the unknown who looked like an archangel named "Masail".

In any case, the feeling of being swallowed by him really existed.

Malsail's eyes widened at this time, and the madness was conveyed under the hood!

...

On the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Frank was walking with his son towards the address given by Nick Fury.

Of course, "walking" is just a description, they have a means of transportation.

The pickup truck that requires a lot of power has now almost become Frank's exclusive use. After all, the novelty of those ancestors has passed.

And now Frank has also gained considerable power with the help of the power of death.

At least driving can still be done.

And if you want to leave the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, you don't need to say hello to anyone.

The barbarians don't care about these "greetings", because respect is mostly kept in the heart.

You can't think that a person is full of malice just because he doesn't like to say hello. Maybe he is just not good at speaking.

And the barbarians are too lazy to quibble about such things.

"Father, where are we going now?"

Jill said to his father, but he would turn his head from time to time to look at the scenery on the holy mountain.

Even Jill could sense that something was wrong with the temperament of being ready for battle.

Not to mention Frank.

So he just made a choice that seemed a little selfish.

"I just want to take my family away from the center of the storm. At least it's too early for you now."

Frank was not very good at lying, especially when facing his lost and found family.

He was not so frank before, so he kept so many regrets about the loss.

How could he tell a lie that would be easily exposed now?

Only honesty can make one impeccable, of course, only when honesty is done in serious matters.

Not in those dirty intrigues.

"No one will say you are despicable, father, you can certainly make your own choice, and it's only because of me." Jill whispered: "But this is not the case for me, because you have taken away my choice.

I don't want to leave this magnificent mountain like I'm running away."

When Jill spoke, the aura of destruction flashed on his body.

He is no longer a weak person. The recognition of the power of destruction makes Jill qualified to face the enemy.

Although it is only a qualification.

Most of the time, a higher nature and a stronger power do not refer to the same thing.

Although Jill, the child himself, is not lacking in courage.

At least it is like this now.

But it's too early now. No one can be sure whether the child is really ready for the battle.

"There are two archangels on the holy mountain, and those ancestors. No matter what, it will not be your turn to fight. You are still far away."

Frank said this after a moment of silence.

Because this is running away. No matter what the reason is, Frank can't hide it from his heart.

This is running away, not looking for the guy that Nick Fury said.

At least Frank can't hide it from his heart.

He is not that despicable.

"But I don't want to be unable to remember everything in this place. I don't want to recall these things with pain and guilt every time I recall them."

Jill's voice gradually became louder.

This made Frank a little absent-minded.

This seemed to be the only time his son expressed his demands in such a firm tone after he and his son reunited.

At least it was much firmer than the dream of going to an amusement park.

"Child, I can't..."

"No! Father, you can! You know what you should do, and you heard from me what I really want!

Now, turn back, and let's face this disaster together!"

Gill's voice gradually became majestic.

Frank was shaken!