In other words, they have long been accustomed to ignoring this difference.
"I thought I would never hear that argument again."
Tyrell shook his head, and then slowly took off his beloved sword from his waist.
"The Glory of the Holy Feather, whenever I see this sword, I always find it beautiful.
Tyrael, are you ready for battle?"
Masa Yin'er smiled.
He knew Tyrael had made his decision.
"Since wisdom has not missed me, it is not a bad thing for me to follow wisdom's guidance a little. Wisdom should be able to tell death where to go."
Tyrell said meaningfully.
"Counting the time, he is going to be hungry. Do you want to wait here and experience his power as soon as he starts to move?"
Massayin'er's smile became a little more relaxed, and this was a smile that truly came from the heart.
"That's no need. I just need to be on guard and don't let this guy escape your plan at the critical moment."
Tyrell said.
"Who can guarantee success? No matter how beautiful the vision is, it is not inevitable. Plans will always encounter saboteurs.
All I can do is actually tell you which direction is the best choice.
As for how to go and what difficulties we may encounter on the way, I can only overcome them together with you."
Masa Yin'er said slowly.
He took out a quill pen and a parchment in his hand, which are the things that the Archangel of Wisdom always keeps by his side.
As for the Reaper of Souls? That is the weapon of the Archangel of Death. Even when the Archangel of Death uses the Reaper of Souls, it feels a little unfamiliar.
"Do you think there is a demon god who is paying attention to us now?"
Tyrell made a joke that wasn't very funny.
"If anything, it just means we have no chance of beating them.
Or do you want to relive the feeling of us being one?
I'm ready, even split in two, but how do you convince Imprius and Auriel?"
Masa Yin'er responded seriously, this is his attitude towards jokes.
Serious, although not serious, but also not much fun.
"Perhaps Auriel and Imprius are actually mentally prepared. As long as it's not during this time, they will be fine."
Tyrell said, his originally dark pupils were filled with a grayish aura, and the power of death had spread all over his body.
"I really don't want to see that moment happen, especially since there cannot be no wisdom among the supreme angels.
But I actually don’t want to exist as the Archangel of Death at all.”
Masa Yin'er sighed.
"Perhaps we are all just too worried, the Nephalem are trustworthy.
Although they also need to be careful, their mortal hearts are always fickle."
Tyrell shook his head.
Archangels trust the Nephalem because countless heroes have been born among the Nephalem.
But the archangels are also wary of the nephalem, because it is not an uncommon story for the nephalem to set foot in the Burning Hell and blend into it.
The story of a dragon slayer eventually becoming a dragon is all too common in Sanctuary.
“A greedy person doesn’t necessarily become a devil, right?
An irritable person may not necessarily become a demon, and even a person who likes fighting and loving the battlefield may not necessarily become a demon.
On the contrary, those who believe in glory and offer their own beliefs and beautiful visions are the most susceptible to corruption.
Tyrell, why do you think this is?"
Malsayir was talking about those Nephalem.
Greed? It’s part of human nature.
Being irritable and bellicose are human characteristics and preferences.
These are not the things that determine whether a Nephalem will be corrupted or not.
"Because they discovered that the light of hope can only illuminate the place in front of them, while the place a little further away is still dark."
Tyrell felt a little sad.
Among those Templars and Paladins, countless former heroes have become demons.
It's not that they can't see hope, on the contrary, they can see the light of hope above their heads at any time.
But those who are under the light can only see darkness when they look around.
"Then why are there no corruptors among the Crusaders?"
Masa Yin'er asked.
"Because the Crusaders are always in darkness, and the light illuminates only where they come from. They are always stumbling in the mud."
Tyrell said hesitantly.
"Then the Crusaders are the only ones stumbling out of the darkness?"
The corners of Massayin'er's mouth raised.
"Including us, all existence is in darkness. It's just that some people regard a weak firefly as all the light."
Tyrell sighed heavily.
Their world has never been beautiful, because no beautiful world would ever crown war.
"There is no right or wrong, just to live and live better.
Those corrupt humans are actually just the way Fang Yu lives at the moment. They may have been shaken and think that the way of living in the burning hell is better.
That's why I plan to grant death to all Nephalem.
When life ends, the value has been determined, doesn’t this count as kindness on my part?”
Masa Yin'er asked softly.
"Your mercy belongs only to you. Obviously the Nephalem are unwilling to accept this mercy because this is not their own decision."
Tyrell forced a smile.
“When decisions made by wisdom are no longer correct, then who can make the correct decision?
Is it justice? Or hope? Or courage?
It can’t be about balance and destiny, right?”
Massa Yin'er's voice was sarcastic, and he didn't mean any guilt!
Chapter completed!