On the outskirts of the burning hell, Gruchak was shocked!
"Mathael, you are in trouble."
Gruchak raised his head and looked at Malthael with a particularly strange expression.
His wrinkled eyebrows made him look a little sad, but there was a smile on his lips.
"Really? I seem to be able to guess a little, but it seems I don't have to guess now.
The violent aura behind that portal makes me want to tremble."
Massa smiled calmly.
"There seems to be some changes in you, I'm a little curious. Gruchak, can you show it to me?"
Malthael suddenly asked.
"Shall I try? Anyway, you can't make any waves now."
Gruchak turned his head and glanced sideways at Malthael, then bared his teeth and dismissed the phantoms of the three ancestors summoned from behind.
"Something seems to have changed in the summons of the ancestors. My bloodline feels like it is being fed back.
Then give it a try, now I am probably the barbarian best suited to summon Volusk.
After all, all the power he had during his lifetime was concentrated in my body."
Gruchak shouted loudly.
A flashing heavy blade appeared in front of him, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"It almost took your toes off."
Malthael said a little funny.
"It's just a little prank, Volusk, did you just put in a little bit of instinct when you were summoned for the first time?"
Gruchak stretched out a hand and pinched the weapon transformed from the soul.
There is a sense of ridicule in the innermost part, and it is spoken affectionately.
Volusk, a barbarian who has never lived up to his title of Immortal King.
He even gave his power to Gruchak to face possible dangers before doing something stupid.
Even if he chooses to be stupid, at least he will live up to his legend!
"Because my true body has come, there is no need to be more aware of your side.
And what does a weapon need to think about?
Anyway, you won't listen to other people's advice when fighting.
But I hope you can urge those young warriors to master this technique as soon as possible, I still have a lot to teach them."
Warusk's figure came from another direction.
Bulkatho had already passed through the portal at this time, and the legend of Volusk's Call naturally followed.
"I thought you needed more time to accomplish what you were about to do, Bulcaisel."
Gruchak's tense muscles relaxed and he collapsed directly on the ground!
Although the battle with Malthael will not be crushed, the pressure is still very huge.
Even the crude savages felt relieved at this time.
"Thank you for your hard work, Gruchak.
But I seemed to have asked you to keep an eye on the situation in Canduras before, if I didn't feel wrong.
Leoric seems to be no longer in Canduras."
After Bulcaisu finished speaking, he looked at Gruchak, showing he was hesitant to speak.
"Did you just want to scold me? But you gave up temporarily?"
Gruchak's mouth twitched twice.
"We don't have enough manpower, so there's no point in scolding you."
Bulcaisel turned his head and looked at Malthael, his hand already on the handle of the knife!
"Wait a minute. If you plan to kill me directly, I might threaten you?"
Malthael behaved very harmlessly, even putting away his combat equipment.
He knew very well that even if he used his trump card at this time, he would not be able to defeat Bulqueso, and many of his plans would be scrapped.
What is hidden is called the trump card. Once it is revealed, it loses its original function.
"Threatening to deprive yourself of all your wisdom? Decisions that go against your original intentions can only mean that you have bigger plans and that you think these plans have a high success rate.
But I seem to have said that I will beat you once I see you. As long as I don’t completely end your existence, then it doesn’t matter, right?
Anyway, you don’t seem to be the type who values ​​dignity very much.”
Bulcaisel looked at Malthael with malice brewing in his eyes.
No Nephalem has a good impression of Malthael, and this guy doesn't care about the Nephalem's favor either.
He showed a strange condescension, but he didn't seem to be full of contempt for the Nephalem.
"Dignity? I still want to save a little bit if possible.
You can get the authority of wisdom from me, but you will definitely not be able to spread wisdom to the world again in a short time.
There is no way you can make up for this gap.
So I am actually your last target, Bulcaisel."
What Malthael said was extremely certain.
The Archangel of Wisdom is here, and the Archangel of Death Malthael, not far away, has also stopped attacking Yina.
Because it has no meaning anymore.
Bulkatho can definitely be dealt with by two Malthael.
It would be somewhat ridiculous to continue to do this, and it would be a pure waste of time.
"So you plan to threaten me with your early death?
It's a nice idea, and I do seem to be threatened by it."
Bulcaisel replied.
Then he set his sights on Yin Na.
"Thank you, Yin Na.
You could have pretended that you didn't see anything, that this battle was not necessary."
Bulcasso bowed slightly in Yina's direction as a greeting.
“Although it was a bit difficult, the results are good.
Although I am a monk, I will not watch my fellow nephalem being harmed by an archangel.
It’s just that I still think your plan might be slightly better, and you’re just closer to success.”
Yin Na clasped her palms together and bowed her head slightly to express her respect for Bulcasso.
The phantom bodies behind her walked behind her one by one, blending into Yin Na's body from the chaos.
The previous battle was also very difficult for Yin Na. She had to choose to take back her phantom body to make up for the losses in the battle.
As long as we are human, it cannot be endless.
Fighting will inevitably cause losses, which is actually quite normal.
"So when you come here now, do you plan to take action against any archangel?
If I'm not mistaken, your body seems to contain the source of fear?
As long as the power of fear is eliminated, you can make your soul whole without any pressure. This seems to be a blessing in disguise?"
Malthael said.
To be continued...