Above the high-level heaven, the sword in Tyrael's hand is on the verge of fragmentation.
Almost every moment, fragments fell off from the magic weapon, and the image of the long sword began to transform into a sickle.
It doesn’t look like the pair of Reaper of Souls in Malthael’s hands, but like the giant scythes held by the Necromancers in both hands!
 Tyrell himself and the authority of death began to merge rapidly.
 No matter what, this authority was obtained from death. The previous Tyrael just received the authority of wisdom and merged himself with the power of death.
 Until now, Tyrael has truly become the master of the power of death.
 And this process has become irreversible!
“Where is your justice now, Tyrael?”
There was a strong sense of sarcasm in Israel's voice.
　　Although his whole body is covered with wounds, he is now more dangerous than before!
“My justice is on trial! My will decides to use death as the price for violating justice!”
Tyrrell's appearance became erratic, and waves of dark smoke began to spread over the high heaven.
 Yizur on one side grabbed the blue anger with his broken body!
Bulcaisuo had long ago returned this legendary object to its original owner. He had never used this legendary object before. That was because he believed that he, who was full of despicableness and sin, was not worthy of picking up this magical object that symbolized the silhouette of justice.
Soldier!
 It's just that he has no choice at this time.
A Tyrael who is on the verge of going crazy, and an Israel who is facing Tyrael's attack and only resists symbolically.
 He ​​knew that if he still put all his hopes on others, then the disaster in the high-level heaven would come early!
Yizur did not want the high-level heaven to end up like this, so at this time he was ready to face the archangel he once revered so much!
“Justice is not cruel judgment! I don’t know what happened to you, but you are no longer justice! Tyrael!”
Yizur shouted loudly, and as he shouted, the flesh and blood on his body began to fall to the ground piece by piece.
 Revealing those pure white bones!
 The angel's light wings finally reappeared behind Yizuer, and his body once again revealed the power that was once so steadfast that even the three demon gods were troubled by it!
 The silhouette of justice!
 Icy fury!
Also, that lofty ideal that is almost never extinguished!
  The blue fury in Yizu'er's hand struck directly at Tyrael, the archangel who took the lead in becoming one with this world, with a sound of breaking through the air!
Yizur never felt that he was invincible, and he never thought that he would be invincible!
 In fact, every time he set foot on a battlefield, he was prepared to die.
 But he was lucky enough to escape.
Now, it seems, is the time for him to fight and die.
 This was also the moment when he gave up everything, just for a vague possibility!
 Israel watched Yizuer holding his sword towards Tyrael, with a smile on his face!
 He was almost seeing the picture he wanted to see.
 Although there is no absolute certainty, this is a balanced influence!
 The birth of Yizuel was never an accident. He was not an angel born before humanity like Inarius.
 It is not because of the ascension of human nature that one becomes an angel.
 It was a whim of fate on a certain day, and it was also the most successful foray into the authority of creation by the archangels!
 And his essence is exactly the aspect of justice, the part of his essence that Tyrael abandoned!
 Justice and evil seem to be the real opposites, but there is always a place called the middle.
Originally, this "middle" was what Yizuer should get, but Tyrell couldn't bear to let this "middle" stay with him.
 The part that constructs Yi Zuer's will is Tyrell's nobility, as well as his expectations and bottom line for justice!
 It was precisely because of the birth of Izual that Tyrael continued to violate the iron laws of the higher heavens.
 At this time, this bottom line will have a real confrontation with your own nature!
 Yizur will lose, there is no doubt about it!
In order to take over this, Israel could obviously let Yizuer have a body belonging to an angel, but he still let Yizuer stay in the high-level heaven with his flesh and blood that could rot at any time!
 The purpose is just to let Yizuer become Tyrael's medium to restore justice and the bottom line "at a possible time".
 This is the truth!
 Cruel, but none of the archangels object to the truth!
"Ha ha!"
Isreal let out a somewhat annoying laugh, watching Yizuer directly penetrate Tyrael's chest with blue fury!
 And the throat of the noble angel Yizuer was also cut off by the magic weapon that turned into a giant scythe with two hands!
 “Yizur! Your choice is not wise!”
Tyrrell roared like a mad dog, with a trace of intolerance flashing in his eyes!
 To say that he knew nothing about Israel's plan would be the biggest lie!
 Especially now, when he has gathered wisdom and authority in his body!
Even if he was unaware of all this before, he should see it clearly now!
“Tyrrell, has your choice ever been right or wrong?”
 Israel smiled, smiling in the face of Dr. Manhattan!
 Between divinity and humanity, Tyrael finally made a choice!
Higher Heaven is about to welcome a strong man who can face Diavolo and the others, and compete with Bulcasso!
“What is beneficial is right, and what is harmful must be wrong! Such a simple rule!”
Tyrell said coldly, reached out and grabbed Yizuer's head in his hand, and then presented it in front of him.
 Two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and Tyrell's body emitted a strong light!
This kind of light made Israel have to cover his eyes, the light was so dazzling and terrifying.
Even to pierce directly into Israel’s heart!
 …
“The truth of this world is a bit cruel. Are you really ready to listen to us?”
Constantine said with a sarcastic smile to the people sitting around the round table.
He is an unpopular guy himself and doesn’t care about the repercussions of saying something unacceptable!
 He has long been accustomed to the feeling of being disliked.
Tony, on the other hand, still looked very ugly.
Although he has experienced a lot of negative emotions from others, he still feels a lot of psychological pressure to bring bad news to everyone at this time.
 So, the responsibility of this spokesman was given to Constantine.
“Guys, smile. This is news that you wanted but couldn’t get. If SHIELD doesn’t want me to regret it, it’s best to provide me with a better salary.
 Otherwise I would have changed jobs, I mean it.”
Constantine used a very frivolous performance to try to make everyone present relax a little, so that he could maintain his blood pressure at a suitable level after hearing the shocking news.
 It’s just that no one in Zaicheng smiled at his joke. Maybe everyone thought it was true.
Sitting at the table with a cigar in his mouth, Duggan even took out his revolver.
 “Speak, if you can’t speak well, then let me do it!”
To be continued...