Dark Savages Come To the United States

Tyrael is already an angel of wisdom full of death.

He's still a little different from Marsaille.

Marthael is wisdom before death!

Everything he does is guided by wisdom, but the conclusion he draws is inhuman.

And now Tyrell, death comes first! Wisdom is behind!

This death is a gift from the one who would call herself "Ashira"!

The death of two worlds has finally become the death of one world.

But maybe that's what she wanted.

A power of death has been handed over, but two wills of death are still 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.

And only when you come to this place, you will see the essence of death, and you will be entitled to this power.

Tyrael is the one chosen by death after a long wait.

Strong and stubborn.

Not to mention full of hostility towards this world, but not too much goodwill either.

Tyrell once existed for justice, but he was as stupid as a fool.

He chose to violate the iron law of the high-level heaven, but he hesitated after doing it.

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

It's different now!

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

The figure of Minahake appeared beside Death.

She called each other by the name "Ashira".

The family of the Skeleton King, the only thought left to death by the immortal but terminated Skeleton King.

It is just right to see him as a maid.

"Waiting for an opportunity."

Saying this, Death slowly watched Tyrell's figure fade away from the kingdom of the dead.

She and Tyrell are both tacit about one thing!

That is 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 will not be affected by Malthael.

Because he is dead! He has no life!

But if Malthael is still at the same level as when he reached the holy mountain of Harrogas, Tyrael will tell Malthael what cruelty is!

To die is to live!

And Tyrael wasn't alive!

Same authority, but Tyrael doesn't have the weakness to get 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.

Minahake quietly waited for Death to say something, but nothing came.

Death has left this throne, somewhere.

Minahake held the Mad Monarch scepter in his hand, hesitating a little.

[Let’s talk about it next time? 】

The kingdom of the dead regained peace.

If you don't count the constant roars and wails of those dead souls.

At this time, on Tyrell's side, he had already begun to examine the dead under his command.

How can there be no soul in the hands of death?

This is his deal with death.

Although no one said anything about this transaction.

"A bunch of soul memories, and some monster-like guys."

Tyrell spoke softly.

There was some coldness on the pitch-black face.

What death wants is not something like world upgrading, and becoming stronger is not what she expected.

A goddess who is not good at fighting at all, a goddess who is full of love for life but can only get fear of life.

A goddess of innocence whose heart will be shaken by her lack of fear?

From Tyrell's point of view, it is better to capture Izual, no, Ozil as this death than that goddess.

The gods have feelings or something, and Tyrael doesn't have a problem with that.

He also has feelings.

But a god like death, who can waver at any time on some less important things, is a bit strange.

To live or to die, it is an alternative question.

But this death regrets its own judgment and changes it for it.

It's outrageous!

But that hidden hatred made Tyrael shudder.

Stronger than when Bulkelso chopped Adria, although this example is not so suitable.

Because Bulkelso's hatred at that time was not enough compared to the monstrous anger.

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

Perhaps Lilith's feelings for other angels and demons could be counted as one?

Can the hatred of the first generation Bulkelso for Inaris be regarded as one?

But it was so far away that far away Tyrael was about to forget everything that happened at that time.

"Create chaos and separate the two worlds?"

Tyrell muttered softly.

This was one of the conclusions he reached after his practice of speculating about the death.

Death was too awkward, except for the matter of calling herself "Ashila", she was always arguing with herself about other things.

Death is not the pure victor in that world war, but the union of two goddesses who have chosen to compromise.

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

Although Death enjoys their eternal care, but he has hostility towards those guys in his heart?

Such a conclusion surprised Tyrell.

...

At this time, something different happened on the holy mountain of Harrogas.

The land here bears the seeds of power left by Marthael. Even though the holy mountain itself is constantly wearing down with its own power, the shadow of death has never disappeared.

And "Ashila", who can eliminate these powers, has never climbed this holy mountain.

As the death of a world changes, Harrogath Mountain is the first place where something strange happens.

At this time, 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 that they had managed to get before, and it seems that alopecia areata has occurred, which is unbearable.

But at this time the three ancestors blocked the impulsive guy.

"Don't make trouble!"

That's what Kahn said.

As a member of the Three Ancestors, his qualifications are still young.

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, that distance is not far away.

It's just that he was still a little nervous when he spoke.

Kahn is not a sociable savage...

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it!"

That's what Tariq said.

He carried the certificate of shame on his shoulders, and his face was not very good-looking.

The timing was a bit too odd.

Bulkelso had left the holy mountain, Lei Ko had just returned, and Sonya was still wandering outside.

The changes on the Holy Mountain can easily be thought of in Marsay.

The power of that angel of death will not be excited at will.

Tariq exchanged glances with Kerik seriously.

Neither of them felt that Malthael had come into this world.

According to Marthael's habit, if he really came, then he would definitely appear on the holy mountain of Harrogas immediately.

Even if they didn't come to fight, they would come here to make their own declaration.

"Don't worry, Malsail hasn't come to this world yet!"

As Kerik said this, all the ancestors below showed mocking expressions.

Will they be afraid of Malthael?

Obviously not!

They are already dead.

At worst, the dead will lose their souls and melt everything into the holy mountain under their feet.

Could Malthael kill the dead one more time?

"We've all heard about what happened there. What the Three Patriarchs should consider is whether it will be Lilith or Rathma!"

When Cassius said this sentence, there were many unspeakable swear words mixed in.

Just the three ancestors, in the eyes of these barbarians who didn't have much respect for the first Bulkelso, they were compatriots who were a little stronger and had a slightly heavier burden.

Nothing to be in awe of.

"Obviously not, do you feel the turmoil in the blood from the holy mountain?"

Olongus grinned and patted Cassius on the shoulder, smiling a bit ugly.

Rathma is the first Nephalem, once such an existence appears nearby, the Holy Mountain will not be unresponsive.

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

Now the holy mountain has only moved about the power of "death", so naturally it will not be the arrival of Rathma or Lilith.

"Then what are we going to do together?"

Kurtur twisted his invisible neck and said in a low voice.

Cole on the side put the wrath of Hidden Peak on the ground, his face was ugly like the bottom of a pot, and he roared: "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 there is still a big gap in personality.

Kurtul was frighteningly frank, while Kohl was violent like a ball of fire.

Not far away, Banal was covered in bright red anger, and his eyes were bloodshot.

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

Berserkers out of control are not what the ancestor wanted to see.

There was no Orac to stop the fool now.

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

"I can't stop rambling on, the Fury of the Hidden Peak lends me a moment, I'll give that group of death forces an Earth-shattering slash!"

Hailab walked up to Cole and stretched out his hand!

Then Cole slapped his hands away with a dark face.

"If you want to get the wrath of Hidden Peak, the best way is to subdue me! Otherwise, wait until my wish is fulfilled, and you can borrow it from Bulkelso!

Otherwise, don't even think about it! "

Cole yelled at Hylab, looking anxious.

To put it bluntly, the barbarians only cared a little bit about this matter. Perhaps except for Banal, no ancestors cared about this matter at all.

The ancestors were ready to give up everything.

It's just a fight, they've long been used to it.

It's a little difficult to make them nervous about some signs.

There are not many ancestors on the holy mountain who will be nervous because of some signs, but they are not too few.

There are three of them!

In their lifetime, at least the barbarians had a secure period of growth!

They are Orac, the god of war who has carried the mission of the rise and fall of the barbarians over a long period of time; Qualkek, the general of the Holy Mountain Guard Corps; ...

Taliq stood on the high platform with a cloudy expression on his face.

It was difficult for him to distinguish the current situation.

As for the gate of the holy mountain at this time...

The third ancestor candidate, the non-staff guard Calcio, is working.

Lei Ko watched those death energies churning in the corner, a trace of haze flashed in her eyes.

She won't act like nothing has happened to the burden she inherited from Vorusk.

As for finding that death?

After seeing the true power of Imprius, she finally felt a little in awe of these guys who could represent authority by themselves.

Another way is needed, and Lecco is still thinking about it.

...

In Gotham City full of laughter and laughter.

Bruce Wayne was chatting with Craig in the Batcave.

It is said to be chatting, but it is actually sitting and practicing independently.

It's been a long time since Bruce, his butler, has been concerned about his safety since he's become a savage.

At the beginning, both Afu and Wayne knew very well that Bruce Wayne, an ordinary person, could not always be that Batman, because the body of an ordinary person would eventually fail.

Not to mention the sheer magnitude of the threat posed by the endless stream of supervillains.

Even though Bruce still has the ability to make money with hundreds of millions of people, modern technology is in the hands of those strange forces in terms of physical recovery.

After all, the more you go beyond 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 in terms of human body.

Now I don't have to worry about that aspect anymore.

Ah Fu is now worried about when Bruce accidentally pushes too hard, leaving those super villains with no time to even get into the ambulance.

This will also make the vest of Batman lose its original function.

Although there is a potion that can save lives, Bruce, who has persecution paranoia, has no idea of ​​exposing the existence of this thing even in the slightest.

The ghost knows what kind of weird things this thing can attract.

As for Craig, he was constantly punching the stone in the corner of the cave.

The movement on the fist is getting faster and faster, almost sparks.

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

Wayne asked while looking at the news about the New York battlefield on the monitor.

"Superhero? Oh, you mean the kind that fights supervillains. I was, at least as far as I can remember, a 'superhero'."

While answering Wayne's question, Craig still didn't stop.

Every time he punched, he tried his best to be wholehearted, but when he answered 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?"

Wayne turned his head, looked at Craig's back and asked.

He was full of doubts about the reincarnation of the monk.

Is this the achievement of a person's future, or is the former self borrowed from someone else's body to be reborn?

Killing a person and replacing him is not the same as making a person's future.

Wayne harbored some fear in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, Bruce! Your fear will make you feel like a headless chicken against Diablo."

Craig unconsciously put on the posture of Kharazim once, and the gap between reincarnation and seizing the house does not seem to be very big.

He could already smell fear.

"Fear can be my strength too. Because fear of me makes those assholes think a little bit about the rules."

Wayne said so, and took out a bottle of Lafite from his pocket.

I don't know what year it is, but I'm sure it's expensive.

"Most of every corrupted hero has thought this way, but none of them! Pay attention! There has never been even one who can escape Diablo's clutches!"

Craig finally stopped as he spoke.

After he turned around, his eyes didn't look like Mr. Immortal who had sought death in despair, but a warning full of wisdom.

That was the look in the eyes of the legendary monk Vandaroni.

Wayne looked at Craig seriously, took a sip of wine after breaking off the bottle, and 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 fear?

Who can be free from fear but that fellow of courage, Imprius?

Even Bulkelso can only avoid fear by dividing his soul.

It's not that he is without fear, it's just that the fearful side is firmly pressed in a certain corner, cutting off the connection between that part of the soul and the body.

The two chapters add up to more than 11,000 words.

The promised 4D update has been completed.

Today, the minimum update is 6,000, and if it goes well, it will be updated with 40000 words.