Yin Seril finally returned to the side of death, and he was obviously ready to take action.
Just taking action against a death is not something that can be done in a flash.
This requires a lot of mental construction.
"Dr. Manhattan has been suppressed by you? Although I thought of this possibility from the beginning, I still had some expectations."
Death just raised his head and glanced at Yin Seril. She seemed to have no idea about what she was about to experience.
At least I don't have any ideas right now.
"He is very powerful, but it is a pity that a being with only divinity will not resist. That guy barely even has the instinct to survive."
Yin Theril didn't mind having a few words with death at this time.
There is no enmity between the two sides, it's just that their positions are different.
"So Massa Yin'er over there is also ready to attack me? But where do you have the confidence to defeat me and end my existence?"
Death's tone was a little strange.
In fact, she is very aware of her fighting power. She has never been a warrior, she was just born as a death and naturally powerful.
When she clashed with Bulcaisuo, she already understood her weakness in a frontal battle.
But that doesn't take away from her inherent power!
"It is not difficult to defeat you, but it is very difficult for me to end your existence. We all know that it is not a simple matter for our existence to be terminated."
Yin Seril said very frankly.
"Is this just 'not simple'? I already know that annihilation and infinity disappear separately.
But that's not something that can be done easily.
Do you want to devour me?"
There is a strange smile on the face of the dead skeleton. No one knows how a skeleton can show a smile.
But this thing just happened, and Yin Seril didn't have any thoughts about it.
"Absolutely. Devouring you is indeed a very good idea, but Masa Yin'er will never accept his own impurity."
Yin Seril spread his hands.
It had been a while since he wore his hood, but his face never made people feel warmth.
"Then you must be ready to face your brothers too?"
Death spoke softly.
"Of course, when Tyrell gave up everything, I guessed that you wouldn't turn a blind eye to it."
A hoarse voice sounded! This was the voice of the Archangel of Death, Massayir!
His arrival means that the countdown to the battle has begun, and they will not make any preparations.
"I also miss Tyrell very much. When his soul did not return to the higher heaven, I noticed something was wrong.
We are still different from Inaris. Although he should be an archangel in essence, he gave up his position as an archangel after all.
But we are real archangels.
The High Heavens will never reshape an existing archangel to replace his original rules."
Yin Seril smiled, he seemed to mean something.
"In that case, let him come out. Although he has lost the authority of justice, he is still an archangel, isn't he?"
Death raised her hand, and then a figure with light wings behind him stood beside her.
It's just that the gown is no longer the brilliant blue, and the wings of light are no longer as bright as justice!
The robe is pitch black, and the light wings are also pitch black.
Of course, the skin is also pitch black.
"Long time no see, my brothers. Although I no longer represent justice, I am still an archangel.
And, I still believe that justice is something with beautiful value.”
Tyrael's majestic and compassionate voice sounded.
He opened his eyes, but those eyes were no longer as clear as humans.
Instead, it was a gray-white area that looked like it was covered with layers of thick fog!
Death gave Tyrael one of the two Deaths he held!
This matter was already an irrefutable fact the moment Tyrell appeared.
"Death, you should have heard that Tyrell will still fight for justice.
This should be good news for you, right?"
Yin Seril said lightly, but his tone was a little mocking, but he didn't know whether the object of his ridicule was Tyrell or dead.
"I admit that this is a very risky thing, but it is better to let the former Archangel of Justice appear on the battlefield than to let me, who is not good at fighting, fight with you.
Of course, I may have guessed Tyrell’s position wrong, but can justice accept that I become your nourishment without doing anything?”
Death still looks like a skeleton.
The death she handed over was the part of that cold girl.
The two deaths have long since become one, but they co-exist.
But now, there is only a will to die.
"I really want to say that your ending is already predestined, but that's not possible now."
The figure of Inaris has also appeared, but there is no light wing behind him.
It's not that he doesn't have it, he just doesn't want to show it.
Inaris is still the same Inaris, but the Angel of Destiny is no longer the Angel of Destiny.
He is no longer as powerful as he once was, but every ounce of his power is completely under his control.
"You made Tyrael the Archangel of Death, which was a smart choice.
But there is no way you can give Tyrael the power he once had.
Maybe you can choose a slightly more comfortable way to pass away. Admittedly, this is not a glorious thing.
But I think you probably don’t want to hear our apology to you.”
The Archangel of Death Massa Yin'er said softly.
If we just look at the level of combat effectiveness, the two sides are basically on the same level now.
Death plus the Archangel of Death, Tyrael, faced an Archangel of Balance who was not at his peak, the Archangel of Death, Massayir, and the Archangel of Destiny, Inaris.
At this point, the two parties can still be said to be on par with each other.
Tyrael, the most powerful among the archangels, was more than enough to face Yintheril and Yinaris.
Although the Archangel of Death, Massayir, can suppress death itself, death cannot defeat another death.
"Of course, I don't think your apology can make up for anything for me.
So let the Archangel of Wisdom also appear. If I must disappear, then I must at least obtain the corresponding specifications.
And I will never give up."
Death was still peaceful, and a bit of indifference could even be seen in her at this time.
"I really didn't expect that I would have a chance to fight Tyrell. You know, he almost acquiesced in everything that happened when he faced me."
The Archangel of Wisdom, Massayir, also appeared, carrying a parchment scroll and a quill in his hand.
It looked like he was planning to continue recording something at any time.
"There has never been a civil war among the Archangels, and even most of the time our differences of opinion are decided by vote.
But only Yintheriel has ever taken action without voting."
Yin Seril is more talkative than the others.
To be continued...