"Then get ready!
When barbarians make demands, they do not give you the right to refuse.
At this time, Baal was already on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
I don’t need you to apologize to me in front of them, but you have to appear in that place!”
Bulcaisel's anger subsided a little.
At least the natural expression flowing from his body was not burned.
Bulcaisel grasped the gravel hammer in his hand again, and then looked at Israel's body in front of him.
"Just to remind you, it's best to put yourself on the defensive.
I'm going to attack next!
It just so happened that the swollen authority in my body needed a channel to vent.
It’s better to have a target than to have my attacks go empty!”
Bulcaisuo was a little rude. The moment he finished speaking, the gravel hammer in his hand was filled with energy.
The Hammer of the Ancestors, which showed the barbarians in all their glory during the years of Bul-Katho's existence, has been condensed!
This time it’s no longer that boxy six-sided hammer.
Instead, it is a huge ninety-nine-sided hammer that already looks like a sphere!
The mixed power on the hammer became a bit terrifying when driven by anger.
Fortunately, Israel was mentally prepared.
The power belonging to the Archangel of Balance filled this body, and then welcomed the heavy blow.
"boom!"
The swing of the hammer is almost impossible to see.
Israel was seen flying towards the back like a cannonball!
A portal quietly appeared behind him, and the next moment Israel ran directly into the arms of Baal who was on the holy mountain of Harrogath!
This powerful force impacted Baal along Israel's body.
Balta subconsciously attacked Israel in his arms.
He might not have attacked.
But the strong balance of the Archangel's power in Israel made Baal think that he was the one being attacked.
If Baal hadn't remembered that this place was a sacred mountain for barbarians, he might have responded in a more violent way.
Bulcaisel's body began to recover with this blow that wasted a lot of power.
Under the influence of the strong vitality, his injuries began to heal rapidly.
The previous symptoms of the body swelling to the point of breaking apart at any moment are disappearing.
By the time Bulcaisel passed through the portal, there were only shallow cracks left on his body.
It's just that the blood seeping out of the wound hasn't had time to be cleaned up.
Wait until Bulcaisel and Israel leave this place.
Galactus, who had disappeared before, returned to this place with dull eyes.
The natural blood left on the ground was swallowed up into his own body by Galactus with his mouth wide open.
Malthael, the archangel of death, appeared here with his brother Inaris.
They just watched everything happening in front of them quietly.
The position of the Archangels of Balance has always been strange.
When voting in the Council of Angris, he was always in the center.
Making big decisions fall through the cracks most of the time.
This time his approach was no exception.
Although Auriel and Iprius maintain their dignity and reserve as archangels, their stance is more on the side of the Nephalem.
Now Tyrael has become the past, and the new justice has not yet appeared as an archangel.
Israel's choice doesn't seem surprising.
He chose to help Malthael, whether it was Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom or Malthael, the Archangel of Death.
In Israel's eyes, two Malthaels and one Malthael are the same.
After all, they are all Malthael, so they naturally have the same thoughts and purposes.
At most, it's just because of the issue of authority that the two Malthael will handle things differently.
There is absolutely no chance that these two Malthael would do anything different to compete for sole power.
"Is this what you want me to see?
In my eyes, you are doing this just to make Bulcasso lose trust in the hearts of ignorant people.
Do you think that a Galactus who can only use natural appearances can make Bulcaisel lose the trust of his companions?
This is not realistic."
The soul of Inaris spoke slowly to the Archangel of Death.
At a time when many beings are targeting Galactus, it would not be a surprise for Malthael to do something.
"I didn't want you to see this.
It's just that you happened to see this scene.
Swallowing Star did this just to avoid being solved so easily.
You can't be unprepared for that death, right?
If I guessed correctly, Tyrell's soul is probably in her hands.
The power of death is feared by people, of course because death itself is worthy of being feared.
You don’t think it’s boring to give life the fear of death, do you?”
Malthael's tone was very relaxed, as if he was chatting with Inaris.
"I thought you would take me to the higher heaven for the first time, and then let me replace the newly born Angel of Destiny.
But you brought me here, and I think something happened beyond your plan."
Inarius's tone was emotionless.
He was just stating his thoughts based on his understanding of Malthael.
"Yes, your brother Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom, was humiliated by Bulqessor in the high heaven.
You also know that even though archangels often behave indifferently.
But that's because we're always on top.
But when the archangel's face is rubbed by an iron boot, you can't expect Malthael to act like nothing happened, right?
Although I didn’t bring you here just to see Bulkeso make a fool of himself.
But I still want to see him in bad luck.
Although it has no specific meaning, it makes me feel a little better.
I am also Malthael, so this seems to be the right thing to do."
Malthael smiled.
His Reaper of Souls is on his waist.
After seeing Galactus really leave here, he finally opened the portal to the higher heaven.
“It’s really dark and subtle at this time.
But I don't think no one will see your actions.
To be continued...