In the kingdom of death, there is nothing exciting about a dark palace.
"Can you realize my idea?
Malthael, this is how you convinced me.
But I always had my doubts."
The voice from the mouth of death echoed in this vast palace.
"Of course you should doubt. If one day you no longer doubt at all, then you will have lost the meaning of your existence.
Forgive me for speaking in such a vague way, because in the eyes of others, I am also the kind of wise and mysterious guy.
I can't let their speculations become meaningless.
To exist according to the wise way of existence that everyone hopes for, this is my mercy."
Malthael's voice sounded from the dead body.
The Reaper of Souls hung casually by Death on his waist was shining with a dark light.
"Then come and teach me how to fight.
What you need is not a vase-like death.
As for what Bulqueso asked me to do, I've done it."
Death said lazily.
What Bulkesso needs death to do from beginning to end is just to peel death away from the Archangel of Wisdom.
Now the Archangel of Wisdom is still the Archangel of Wisdom, but Death has also gained a share of the Archangel's status.
No one can say anything more about such a result.
Even if Bulcaisel now appears in front of death, death can say the same.
"So now you're going to do what I want you to do.
What if I say, I need you to stand in front of Bulcaisel and fight him at the right time?
At least take that life away from him.
Life itself is a miracle, and miracles only need to exist to fulfill all the meanings given to them.
Bulcaisel already exists, and his light will be extinguished bit by bit at the right time.
I just need you to blow away the ashes after he is burned out in the wind."
The voice of the Angel of Death spoke softly and with a bewitching tone.
Death is silent about this.
Malthael did not speak, but quietly waited for Death to think, until Death gave him the answer he needed.
"I won't appear on the frontal battlefield, you know.
Even you couldn't defeat that powerful warrior in a head-on battle.
And I know next to nothing about fighting."
He said this long after death.
Malthael's chuckle filled the air.
Death has promised.
As long as she doesn't need to stand on the frontal battlefield, that's her condition.
Malthael got the answer he wanted. As long as Death is willing to completely extinguish the miracle of life after he defeats Bulkatho, she will have completed her mission.
"I don't even mind if you tell other people.
I don't care if Bulcaisel knows that you have made such a decision.
Because he won't care either.
He and I both believe that we are the ones who win in the end.
So it is enough to just start fighting in this world."
Malthael said this as if he was comforting the uneasy Death.
Death was indeed uneasy, even though she only had a brief encounter with Bulcasso at the beginning.
But the pressure brought to her by that battle still existed.
"There's one more thing I'm a little concerned about.
Malthael, what did you do to Thanos?"
Death bypassed the previous topic and asked about Thanos.
Although Thanos often does not make Death happy, it would be wrong to say that Death makes no difference to Thanos.
"I gave him the right to stand in front of you.
Also, let him have his own selfishness in addition to being selfless."
Malthael gave his answer after pondering for a while.
The Reaper of Souls exudes a gray light.
"Enough. Everyone who wants to take advantage of Thanos has underestimated him. He may be more difficult to deal with than you think."
"I know, so this is not an exploit, but a transaction."
A smile could be heard in Malthael's voice.
Is there mercy and mercy in the heart of the Angel of Death?
Maybe, he is an angel after all...
…
In Gruchak's domain, Lucien was now on the verge of death and only needed the last bit of strength.
As long as this guy disappears from this world, Ozil will never have a chance to return.
"It's awesome..."
Lucien's voice was a bit unreal, but Gruchak could hear a hint of relief in it.
"What?"
Gruchak paused his hand for a moment, delaying Lucien's demise.
It's just that Lucien couldn't seize this opportunity. When it was difficult to survive, Lucien wouldn't think too much.
"I suddenly realized why Malthael wanted me to come back.
Although I hate Malthael, I also hate the feeling of being used by him.
But there is one thing you all guessed wrong!
His real purpose is not to be someone you can easily defeat.
It's a being more powerful than me.
But it was too late, there was enough in this world to make him return.
It's really interesting, I never thought that one day I would be the nourishment for him to come back.
But this world has been transformed into a vast plain amid countless disasters.
What a surprise, how did Malthael do it..."
Lucien said this, and then disappeared into Gruchak's hands.
After figuring out Malthael's plot against him, Lucien also lost the meaning of persisting.
There doesn't seem to be much to regret about its complete demise.
Before Lucien dissipated, all he could think of was the angry fist he saw when he died last time.
Uldyssian, this is so interesting!
"I swear I have no intention of saving this devil from you.
To be continued...