Dark Savages Come To the United States

Among the ruins of Asgard, Diablo stood up from this somewhat crude throne for the first time.

To say it is crude, it is better to say that it was corroded by the magic fire on Diablo's body into this pitted appearance.

The body temperature of the Hell Demon King is already dangerous enough to be deadly.

At this time, the posture of the big devil made Diablo feel the emotion of happiness. Even though he was not sure what emotion happiness was, he simply believed that this feeling was happiness!

The body is trembling, and the heart is beating violently!

Greed is about to burst out of his chest, and he can't wait!

He has been silent for a long time, now it's time to make some noise!

"Annihilation, you want to get my brother's share of destruction, right?"

Diablo whispered, and he knew Oblivion would hear.

Annihilation stared at Baal with eyes that looked no different from a hyena preparing to hunt.

Greedy but timid!

As Diablo's voice fell, a clear figure appeared on the ground.

Annihilation appeared in front of Diablo like a hunting dog on call.

He held his head high and looked arrogant.

But Diablo didn't care at all.

"So, you plan to help me kill your brother? I thought a guy like you would be more decisive when doing this."

Annihilation finally appeared in this world in person, and he no longer worried that his brother called Eternity would suddenly appear here and drive him away.

Eternity is fighting fiercely with the Tribunal of Life, and he has no time to take care of other things.

"Of course, why not! Haha!"

Diablo's laughter is very generous, he has already made a decision!

Barr can die and disappear, but those who cannot die are worthless!

Diablo has something to believe in, but it can't be blood!

All he believed in was strength, only being plunged into fear with all his body and mind, and he had no other thoughts about him except fear!

Diablo has not been idle during this time, and all fears in his heart will become his eyes.

The appearance of the Plague King did not escape his sight!

He also knew about Bulkelso's temporary departure!

Lacco and Imprius had a fight!

Both Sonya and Auriel obviously consumed a lot!

There has never been a better opportunity!

Let yourself get the first bucket of gold in this world before Bulkelso comes back!

Then spread fear better and make yourself invincible!

"You want to use my way to leave this place? I know what you are planning, but with only you, it is impossible to achieve any tricks in front of my eyes."

Annihilation spoke slowly, looking at Diablo with only self righteousness in his eyes.

Diablo was not in his eyes.

Winners will always habitually put themselves in a higher position when facing others, even if the object of victory is not the guy in front of them, they will not easily change their habits.

This is called the winner's "privilege".

The concept of "power" has been accompanied by annihilation for a long time, and this kind of power has also blinded his eyes!

As the victor of the World War, he certainly has the capital of pride and arrogance.

But this time what he faced was not a high-ranking existence who calculated against the "weak".

It is a demon god who has been fighting against equal powerhouses for countless years!

The most powerful, darkest, most dreadful fear!

"Of course, your strength is visible to the naked eye. Now we should go, if you don't plan to face Bulkelso."

Diablo had a sinister smile on his face, and that ferocious and tall posture made Annihilation feel a little uncomfortable.

But he couldn't understand Diablo's contempt, nor what Diablo's fire-filled eyes meant when he looked at him.

"bring it on!"

Annihilation said angrily, and stretched out his hand towards Diablo.

Next, they will rush to the Burning Hell!

...

In the kingdom of the dead, Death looked at Tyrell in front of him without saying a word.

Her body was curled up on the cold seat, her hands were hanging in the air weakly,

She looked a little lazy, which gave her a kind of beauty that belonged to the category of "human".

It's just that Tyrell didn't care about these things at all.

Tyrell was sweating profusely as he looked at the scene in front of him, which was left to him by death, and he could see any existence related to the concept of "death" from this place.

The picture shows the situation in the high-level heaven, and inside it, Yzorrael is sitting at the table writing and drawing like a parchment scroll.

Tyrael could even feel the frenzy in Yseril!

"Tyrael, do you still exist? Although you are dead, you still exist!"

Israel's voice pierced through, making Tyrael even more nervous.

Death said that the way of observation cannot be observed by something other than "death", even if it is fate.

Because whether it is life or death, these will be affected by death.

Destiny will only appear when the dust settles!

"You have to know that even if you hand over the 'Archangel of Justice' to others, even if you think that the name of 'Justice' can be borne by others, as long as you are still called Tyrael, there will be a place for you in the high heaven. "

Yzreal couldn't have known that Tyrael was watching him, it couldn't be.

The power of death may not be able to completely crush the high-level heaven, but in front of the high-level heaven as a whole, there is still no problem in hiding one's own existence.

At this time, Tyrael turned his gaze to his own hands, and finally understood what Yzrael used to determine his movement!

The glory of the holy feather!

The divine soldier who has become the new pillar of High Paradise!

Yzreal had long planned to use his body to support the crystal arch, but now, the sacred and vast arch still hasn't changed in the slightest!

Based on this alone, Yzorrael can guess that Tyrael has not disappeared.

As for the time of the conversation, it doesn't matter!

Israel has prepared a long list of speeches, as long as Tyrell pays attention to him, he will definitely hear these words he has prepared!

"Why, brother!"

Tyrell said this, his voice was a little loud, and even death was alarmed.

Death raised his head lightly, just glanced at the conversation between Tyrael and Yserell, and then turned over again so that he could curl up on the throne more comfortably.

This is death, death alone!

Death has no friends, because the dead need to follow some established rules.

A dead soul cannot stay near death for long, so her friend cannot be a dead person.

And there are not many ways for living people to see death. The simplest one will lead to the previous situation.

Tyrell knew that it was impossible for the other party to hear him, but on the other side of the screen, Yserell raised his head as if he felt Tyrell's prying eyes.

Tyrell was almost frightened by this hidden connection.

"Brother, your death will bring about a greater balance."

When Israel said these words, her body trembled a little.

That trembling was no stranger to Tyrell, because most of the time, it was called pain!

[Maybe he has any difficulties? 】

Tyrell couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

Israel, Archangel of Balance!

Balance is always relative.

So Yzreal always called herself Destiny.

All the archangels knew who Destiny was, but they all chose to be silent about it.

They all know that fate should sit in the position of an archangel, rather than a balance that always seems to be in the middle.

Balance sometimes shows no position, even though he has relatively strong power.

But how does balancing this ambiguous origin make the High Heavens stand above the Burning Hells?

"Tyrael! Justice should be a sword! Not you! And fate is always on balance, and it's not balance! It's destiny!"

Yizrael roared loudly as if furious for a moment!

Tyrael saw Izual who had turned into a monster stumbled into the screen, his body was covered with dark and ominous bloodstains!

Pieces of flesh are peeling off from Izual's body bit by bit, and the original holy angel's bone has been stained with the magic fire of hell!

"Kill me! Make me disappear!!!"

Izual shouted loudly at Ezreal, waving his hands indiscriminately, and the blue anger was moaning sadly on the ground!

"Tyrell, you will come back. You will come back.

Nosy and self righteous justice will destroy you one day! "

Israel finished speaking with a trembling voice! Bursts of light completely covered Tyrell's sight!

Tyrael was very concerned about what happened to Izual!

I am more concerned about what Yzreal did to Izual in this dazzling glare!

"Kach~"

The picture that could see the high-level heaven directly shattered into bones all over the place, and Death waved his hand lazily, rubbing the bones into his throne.

"Is there any way you can let the dead bring the sofa to the kingdom of the dead? This chair is too hard."

Death turned over, his whole body was shrouded in gray mist, and then changed into that skeleton shape again.

Tyrell was still thinking.

The previous brilliance made him a little flustered.

That's not the dark blue that belongs to Israel, nor the azure blue that belongs to justice!

It's the appearance of being forced to blend together in a crisis!

Tyrell never thought that such a thing would happen!

If it is said that Malthael used his wisdom to control the power of death!

So what did Israel do?

Balance leads to justice?

Or justice controls the balance! ?

"Tyrael, you are already a 'dead person', you have no reason to refuse the question of death."

As Death said this, she was already standing in front of Tyrael.

A faint green light came from the hollow eye sockets.

"Leo~Rick~"

Tyrael couldn't help chanting the name of the Skeleton King.

The eyes of death made him think of the king involuntarily.

"Now, go and do something about the great death, I'm going to replace this stiff seat."

As Death said this, Tyrell's body walked out of the palace uncontrollably.

After walking out of the palace, it was the place where the dead lived.

Tyrell has enough time to think about these issues.

"Leoric~ I really like the name Ashira."

As Death said this, she slowly put on her hood, then twisted her body a little bit, and disappeared!

Not far away, Minahake's skeleton finally moved. She slowly picked up the scepter of the mad monarch, and hugged it tightly in her arms.

Leoric is a great king, but he is not king of skeletons.

What Minahake missed was not only Leoric, the king who brought her a new life, but also the vampire who made her feel "love".

Only now, Minahake has no blood.

There will be a chapter with an uncertain number of words in the follow-up, which is expected to be more than 3,000 words.

I will update the number of 40,000 words tomorrow, and I will make a written statement!