“Brother, your death will bring about a greater balance.”
 When Israel said this, his body trembled a little.
That kind of trembling was familiar to Tyrell, because most of the time, this kind of trembling was called pain!
  【What difficulties might he have?】
 Tyrrell could not help but have this thought in his mind.
 Isreal, the Archangel of Balance!
 Balance is always relative.
 So Israel always calls himself destiny.
 All the archangels knew who the fate was, but they all chose to remain silent in response.
They all know that destiny should sit in the position of an archangel, rather than a balance that always seems to be in the middle.
 Balance sometimes appears to have no position, even if it has relatively strong power.
But how can balancing such ambiguous origins make the higher heavens transcend the burning hells?
"Tyriel! Justice should be a sword! Not you! And fate is always about balance, and this is not balance! It is fate!"
 Isreal seemed to be furious for a moment, roaring loudly!
Tyrell saw Yizuer, who had turned into a monster, staggering into the screen. His body was dark and filled with ominous blood stains!
The pieces of flesh are peeling off Yizuer's body bit by bit, and the originally holy angel's bones are stained with the demonic fire of hell!
 “Kill me! Make me disappear!!!”
Yizur shouted loudly to Ezreal, waving his hands randomly, and the blue anger was moaning sadly on the ground!
“Tyrrell, you will come back. You will come back.
  Nosy and self-righteous justice will destroy you one day!”
Isreal finished this sentence with a trembling voice! Bursts of light completely obscured Tyrael's sight!
Tyriel was very concerned about what happened to Yizuer!
 What I care more about is what Israel did to Yizuer in this dazzling light!
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
The picture that could see the high-level heaven directly shattered into bones on the ground. Death waved his hand lazily and kneaded the bones into his throne.
“Is there any way for the dead to 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 he turned into the shape of a skeleton again.
Tyrrell was still thinking.
 The previous glory made him a little panicked.
That is not the dark blue that belongs to Israel, nor the azure blue that belongs to justice!
Rather, they are forced to work together in a crisis!
Tyrrell never thought such a thing would happen!
If Malthael used wisdom to control the power of death!
So what did Israel do?
 Balance leads to justice?
 Or justice controls the balance!?
“Tyrell, you are already a ‘dead person’, you have no reason to refuse the issue of death.”
 Death said this, she was already standing in front of Tyrael.
A burst of green light came from the empty eye sockets.
 “Leo~Rick~”
 Tyrrell couldn't help but utter the name of the Skeleton King.
 The look of death made him couldn't help but think of that king.
“Now, to think of something for the great death, I want to replace this stiff seat.”
Death said this, and Tyrell's body walked uncontrollably toward the outside of the palace.
 After walking out of the palace, you are completely in the presence of the dead.
Tyrrell has had enough time to think about these issues.
 “Leorric~I really like the name Ashira.”
Death said this, she slowly put on her hood, then her body twisted little by little and disappeared!
Not far away, Minahak’s skeleton finally moved. She slowly picked up the Mad Lord’s scepter, and then held it tightly in her arms.
 Leoric was a great king, but he was not the king of skeletons.
Minahak missed not only Leoric, the king who brought her new life, but also the vampire who made her feel "love".
 Only now, Minahak has no blood.
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