Fandral and the others, who were the first to come to Earth, knew nothing about what happened in Asgard. At this time, there was no better way than to take the initiative to ask.
After all, it was a little hard for them to accept that a large group of acquaintances suddenly appeared around them.
But obviously, they will only get a not-so-good news.
“My father was defeated, and Kull suddenly came back.”
Tyr, who had become Lord Skyhammer without anyone noticing, spoke loudly in a voice that everyone could hear clearly.
The tone is full of regret for one's own powerlessness.
His words did a good job of inducing fear in the rest of Asgard.
They seemed to have no other way to deal with Kuhl except fear.
“How is that possible?”
Fandral and the others suddenly heard the news of Odin's defeat, and instantly fell into an unbelievable situation.
The sudden appearance of these Asgardians made SHIELD already stationed in this place immediately nervous.
This is not dozens of people, but hundreds of people.
But tens of thousands of people!
Dense crowds packed SHIELD's temporary location to the brim.
And these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents know exactly what Asgard represents.
They learned nothing from their exchanges with Fandral and his team. SHIELD experts had already completed their intelligence analysis on the Asgardians.
Facing tens of thousands of Asgardians, they simply did not have enough strength to be on guard.
Even though there is not the "omnipotent" Odin among these people, it is not something that ordinary human armies can match.
The body density of Asgardians is more than three times that of ordinary people, which means that their physical strength and other aspects are also far superior to humans.
And compared to humans, their physical strength is bottomless.
The most terrifying thing is the teleporter called the "Rainbow Bridge". SHIELD knew from Fandral and the others that it was a weapon capable of destroying stars.
In addition, Asgard is a race that can launch inter-star battles, and their technology cannot be despised.
Even if Fandral and the others look like they are stuck in the cold weapon age, SHIELD, which has suffered from the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, will no longer feel self-righteous about this.
“I think it is necessary for us to change places to communicate. The earth is willing to provide a temporary place for Asgardians to live.”
Natasha's voice came at the right time.
She is now in this base and serves as the supreme commander.
Natasha stood in front of Tire with a seductive smile on her face, her hands folded in front of her chest, which perfectly highlighted her own characteristics.
Hands folded across the chest is a defensive gesture, but when placed on Natasha, it has a unique charm.
There is no way, the "characteristics" of this agent who was born in a red house are really too outstanding.
“Asgardians need no mercy!”
Tyr roared loudly. At this time, he acted as an image of being still aloof even after losing his home.
The Asgardians call themselves gods on Earth, and his performance would not raise any objections even to those who are most familiar with Tyr.
Even the current earth is different from the one Asgardians know.
You must know that not every Asgardian knows the existence of the Supreme Mage, and Tyr, as Lord Skyhammer, will not be kind enough to tell his compatriots this truth.
“We just want to provide some help where we can.”
Natasha took half a step back. This small gesture of concession could very well appease the other party's emotions.
Natasha knows exactly how she should behave to make the other person less wary.
“You should worship the gods!”
Tyr roared loudly, ignoring Fandral's and others' attempts to stop him.
This former God of Justice no longer has the original prudence and justice in him, but only mania.
As fragile as a soldier defeated by fear.
As Lord Skyhammer, Tyr will try his best to spread fear at this time.
His consciousness was turned upside down long after he became the Destroyer.
Diavolo’s methods of demagogueing people’s hearts are not comparable to that of Kull, whose heart is full of the throne of Heavenly Father.
Tyr has turned into a thoughtful puppet, and every time he speaks, he can make the tens of thousands of Asgardians behind him feel endless panic.
“Please calm down, I need to contact my superior.”
This time Natasha did not express her harmlessness by retreating and keeping her distance.
Natasha loosened her arms in front of her body, and clenched a fist with her plain white hands. There was no fist callus on the fist, but she felt that the skeleton of the fists seemed a little bigger.
No matter how well maintained it is, it cannot completely cover up the traces of a warrior’s training.
Natasha actually has various flaws in her body, so she has always been an agent unsuitable for lurking.
Perhaps it is because of her “famousness” that those organizations are willing to let Natasha infiltrate.
Is there anything better to show off than defeating the famous Black Widow? Among those organizations, this seems to be something worthy of comparison.
“Humans, prepare enough spirits for us. And a place to rest!”
Tir took a deep breath and said this.
Behind him are the Asgardians, including the old, the weak, the sick, and he needs to behave like a successful leader, which will help harvest the leeks of fear, wave after wave.
"We will provide you with what you need as soon as possible. Please don't do anything too sensitive. I don't think you want to start a war with humans."
Natasha clenched her fists and said these words, then immediately turned around and left the scene.
She didn’t know Tire, but that didn’t stop her from feeling the hidden threat.
Natasha walked to a place where no one could see her, and opened a portal directly back to the top of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
There is a prince of Asgard there, and Thor is already a barbarian.
She was able to get the news she wanted from Thor.
As for contacting superiors?
Her agents will do this. Natasha doesn't think that tens of thousands of people suddenly appeared in this world, and Nick Fury would know nothing about it.
Perhaps that evil guy Nick Fury is furious in the office right now.
After the SHIELD people received Natasha's signal and gave enough space to the Asgardians, Tyr looked at Fandral and the others who were full of anxiety expressionlessly.
Except for Leah, the Lords of the Skyhammer will not know that the person they are loyal to is called Diavolo. They will only regard the God of Fear, Kull, as their true god.
It doesn't matter at all, after all, Cool is now Diavolo's vest.
As long as Bulcaisel doesn't know about it, no one in the world will know the truth.
Diavolo is the most dangerous of the Demon Lords of Hell.
Because fear is everywhere!
There may be people in the world who do not hate him, so Mephisto cannot corrupt everyone.
Even if the weak have the desire to destroy, they are ultimately unable to take action, so Baal will encounter an existence that cannot be destroyed.
Sins can be redeemed, and those who bear them may awaken, so Azmodan's men occasionally lose control.
Pain and suffering will not cover everyone indiscriminately, and there will always be those who are lucky enough to stay away from it.
So Duriel and Andariel are never invincible.
Lies will be crushed by honesty, and Belial will always fail.
Only Diavolo can accomplish the great deeds of the Great Demon God!
Because even Imprius will feel scared when facing him!
Nothing escapes fear!
The fear of death, the fear of loss, birth, old age, illness and death will all induce fear!
Diavolo is always strong and seems to have no flaws.
…
“So you haven’t found anything?”
Nick Fury held a stack of information in his hand and spoke to Hawkeye and Coulson in front of him, a hint of haze flashed in his one eye.
He had just received the report from New Mexico and was suffering from a headache.
"Yes, at least there is nothing unusual about Jin Bin and the others."
Colson lowered his head slightly and said this.
He could be said to have gained nothing on that occasion.
As for Hawkeye, he stood there with his eyes closed.
He is not going to report news about Spider-Man to Nick Fury.
Just because of the news about the "Parallel Universe", he did not intend to let Nick Fury know about Spider-Man related matters.
“There is bad news from Natasha. Tens of thousands of Asgardians have come to Earth. According to them, Odin has been defeated and we are about to face a god named Kull.”
Nick Fury seemed to have said this news unintentionally, and Hawkeye opened his eyes directly after hearing the words.
“I need to go to Harrogath. Is there anything you need me to tell the captain?”
Hawkeye understood that Nick Fury's words were never unintentional. Since he said it, it meant that he had a plan.
“I need you to tell Steve that you can pursue what you need with peace of mind recently. As for the Asgardians, the military will provide corresponding help, and we will serve as supervision.”
Nick Fury rubbed his head. He began to miss the time when he still had hair to fall out.
His eyebrows, which are getting fewer and fewer under pressure, are also telling his sadness about leaving.
“Well, it looks like this isn’t something we can fully manage.”
Hawkeye said hello and left Nick Fury's office directly, then opened the portal and went directly to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Nick Fury completed another recording of the teleportation magic on a tablet in his hand.
“Colson, how far is the research on Purple Man?”
Nick Fury asked Coulson directly, with some worry in his tone.
“Because he lost his brain, he is still completely controllable.”
When Colson said this, his body seemed to be resisting.
He is a firm boycotter of the purple people.
He promised Albulcasso that he would properly dispose of this guy's body, but now he has joined the research.
That guy's super power is really too dangerous, but he can't stop it.
So Colson was somewhat unwilling in his heart.
“So, your vacation is coming to an end, Coulson.”
Nick Fury sorted out the documents in his hand, then sat up straight and looked at Coulson.
"I want you to continue going to the blacksmith shop and collect as much as you can about what they did in London before, and what happened there that we don't know about."
Nick Fury was very serious when he said this. Hawkeye, Black Widow and SHIELD no longer seem to be of the same mind. Although they are still working for SHIELD, they seem to have a greater sense of belonging to the barbarians.
It’s not that Nick Fury doesn’t want to catch Hawkeye or Natasha directly uses Veritaserum, but it’s because Bulcaisel’s existence makes him fearful.
The last time he suffered the injury at the hands of Bulcaisu, he has not fully recovered until now.
The existence of Bulcaisel is the reason why SHIELD maintains restraint on the barbarians.
“Okay, you are the director.”
Colson took over the task easily, just as he needed to calm down.
The days of studying the purple man made him feel some inexplicable changes in himself, and his intuition told him that he was already on the verge of danger.
“By the way, regarding Spider-Man, didn’t you say you already had clues last time? SHIELD needs its own supernatural power now. And that street hero seems to be a good candidate.”
Nick Fury seemed to just mention it casually, and then said nothing.
“I will present the message to you in writing before I carry out the task.”
Coulson understood what Nick Fury meant.
What the big bald man with a dark heart needs is not Spider-Man to become a member of SHIELD, but to become his hidden power.
Nick Fury's ambitions are finally not limited to building a few secret bases that no one knows about. He now also plans to cultivate a secret force of his own.
Even Coulson didn't know who else he was targeting.
“Go.”
Nick Fury declared the end of this conversation. After watching Coulson leave his office, he picked up the phone.
“Blade, you can continue.”
Nick Fury was in contact with Blade before. As the commander of SHIELD during the London War, Blade's information was definitely clearer than what the British official said.
Had Blade not disappeared for a while after the Battle of London and only now restored contact with him, he would not have become so passive.
“Vampires are definitely something you should be careful about, and then try every means to strengthen SHIELD. I don’t think your old comrade can be of much use against that kind of monster.”
The voice of Blade Warrior came from the other end of the phone, but there was a sense of urgency in this voice.
“Are you talking about the ancestor that the clans call? Or the blood god they claim?”
Nick Fury is a little impatient, and he hates Blade's reporting method that does not focus on the point.
“The monsters I’m talking about are demons and angels, and the real vampires, not those bastards you know!”
The words of Dao Feng stopped abruptly when he said this, and the phone was hung up.
Blade didn't hang up the phone with his own hands, but he encountered something he didn't want to encounter.
At this time, an elegant and profound figure in front of him gently turned off his mobile phone, and then looked at him with a smile.
“Are you Accardo?”
The Blade Warrior's voice was filled with confusion. The vampire blood in his body made him feel suppressed by his bloodline, but the figure in front of him didn't look like the handsome and enchanting Accardo at all, but like someone else.
one person.
“How rude, I thought you were going to say the name ‘Dracula’. It’s rare that among the guys who stole my power, there is a guy who is barely interesting, but he can be so boring? I’m really disappointed.”
Dracula said softly.
Then he looked at the room where the Blade Warrior was.
Not far away, there were two Weeping Angels looking at each other.
It is unreasonable to say that the Weeping Angels are indeed powerful, but the fact that two Weeping Angels can observe each other is simply too funny.
“It’s beyond my expectation that you can find this way to restrict the Weeping Angels. But haven’t you understood that their power is not something that you and the organization behind you can covet?”
Dracula picked up a goblet and shook it slowly. Blade could clearly smell the smell of blood in the goblet.
Dracula is not Accardo, he will not only drink red wine.
The current Dracula is not the vampire king who wants to die at the hands of humans, but a downright evil monster.
“What do you want me to do?”
Blade did not offer any pointless resistance.
Facing his true ancestor, the Blade Warrior had no intention of resisting.
The Dracula in front of me is not the original one among those disgusting vampire bastards.
That one was just a thief who stole the power of a vampire and also stole the name "Dracula".
Only the one in front of you is the real ancestor of vampires.
"I want to give you a little bit of power, but unfortunately, you have lost your virginity, so you cannot be my dependent, you can only be a slave."
Dracula maintained an elegant posture and shook the blood in the goblet, and the smell of blood began to spread.
Dracula stretched out his finger, dropped a drop of his own blood into the goblet, and then placed the goblet in the Blade Warrior's hand in a way that could not be caught by the naked eye.
“Perhaps you will still be lucky enough to be active under the sun.”
Dracula said with a sinister smile, turned and left the scene.
While he left, the bodies of the two Weeping Angels were filled with dense cracks.
After letting out a scream from the soul, the two Weeping Angels died directly.
Dracula has been a little busy recently, because I don’t know which idiot posted the photo of the Weeping Angel to a horror legend forum on the Internet.
Causing the number of Weeping Angels to increase abnormally.
“Anyone who bears the image of an angel will eventually become an angel.”
This is how the Weeping Angels were born.
Of course this includes video tapes, books, and even monitors and pupils.
The blood in Dracula's hands was condensed from the life of the instigator. Now he needs to visit the forum viewers one by one.
Then eliminate the hidden danger of the Weeping Angels.
Blade Runner is just an actor he chose because he was bored and wanted to watch a good show.
The Blade Warrior looked at the goblet in his hand, and the depths of his soul were calling.
His body developed a strong hunger instinct for this cup of blood.
The Blade Warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse, so he could only endure his nausea and pour the blood from the cup directly into his mouth.
He had never sucked blood before. Even if he needed to recover from an injury, he would choose blood transfusion.
Because he wants to differentiate himself from those bastards who regard blood-sucking as their nobility.
But facing the real ancestor of vampires, he had no right to choose.
…
Above the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Natasha and Hawkeye met right in front of Steve.
Steve is learning how to fight with a shield from Kalju, the master of combat, but the progress is a bit slow.
Because even if Kalju is the top master of blocking, his purpose of blocking is to smash the enemy's head with his shield and fists.
If the situation was not so critical, Kalju would prefer the feeling of crushing the demon's head with his iron boots.
The shield was just his choice to prolong his fighting years.
Steve does not have that kind of power. Although it would be somewhat difficult for him to break an ordinary person's head, it is quite easy to separate the head from the spine.
But when facing an extraordinary enemy, the final decision cannot be made.
“Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready for battle.”
Hawkeye said this to Steve.
Although Nick Fury is talking about letting Steve pursue what he wants, what does Captain America want? Just to get rid of the enemy and embrace peace.
To put it bluntly, it’s just to make Captain America ready to go to the battlefield at any time.
Hawkeye disdains Nick Fury's conversational style of talking without words.
Everything has to be guessed?
If you guessed it right, it means his leadership was meritorious; if you guessed wrong, it means his subordinates didn’t understand it well?
This is a non-stick pan.
“What happened again?”
Just as Steve stopped what he was doing and was about to ask more questions, Calgiu hit him on the head with a small broken wooden shield.
Steve lay neatly on the ground, his eyes looking at the sky in a daze.
“It seems you can only train so far today.”
Cargiu threw the broken wooden shield in his hand directly to the ground and disappeared.
Cartier was not interested in training a warrior who was destined not to become his heir.
Had it not been for Bulkesso's request, he would not have done such a useless thing.
"Asgard has fallen, and the remaining Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico. I am considering whether to tell Thor."
Natasha took out a bottle of vodka and poured it down.
Only on the top of the sacred mountain of Harrogath can this black widow show her wild side.
“This is really big news.”
Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a slightly prickly feeling and said:
“Then what are you going to do? Keep it secret from Thor?”
“I’m going to tell him, but I just don’t know how to say it.”
Natasha felt a little headache thinking about the pride she felt every time she saw Thor and how he would introduce everything about Asgard to them.
Do you want her to tell Thor, "Your father lost and was sealed together with your mother?"
Thinking of this, Natasha took out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, and almost took out a bottle of vodka and started firing around.
“I feel like something is wrong with the most common situation, and there seems to be more and more things happening all of a sudden.”
Hawkeye snatched the bottle of vodka from Natasha's hand and poured it into his own mouth.
Since the appearance of the Demon King of Hell, the world has suddenly become less peaceful.
Eagle Eye only felt a little bitter.
Especially after meeting Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things completely got out of control.
“I thought that after I killed the Red Skull, the whole world would be at peace again. Hell, I’m just a veteran, and now I’m getting a pension!”
Steve picked up his shield and covered his face as he spoke, his voice a little shaky.
“Who’s going to tell Thor?”
Hawkeye said in a bit of a stupid tone, and he felt bad all over.
“How about I go? You know, the old guys have to enlighten the young people.”
Vida's voice that had not appeared for a long time suddenly sounded, and he appeared three or four steps away from several people.
“Ancestor Vida, you are here again. You are the only one on the entire holy mountain who seems to be doing nothing.”
Natasha took out a bottle of wine with a smile and threw it over. Although the disembodied Vader could not drink wine now, this did not prevent him from collecting it.
Vida, who didn’t save a dime before his death, naturally wouldn’t have any fine wine hidden away.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be fighting the autumn wind everywhere.
“This is considered a deposit?”
Vida smiled heartily, and then walked towards the direction of the Elder's Temple.
Thor is probably with that boring guy from Volusk right now.
“Vida always said he was just a businessman’s soul, but who would believe his lies?”
Eagle Eye muttered softly.
Qualkiq, the old general, always showed some respect when facing Vader. It would be a lie to say that Vader is not strong.
“Perhaps Vader will eventually meet someone who sees him right, and then he won’t have to fight around.”
Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow of the Holy Mountain.
At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Perhaps not so brave...
The person who came was a man, 1.88 meters tall, with curly blond hair.
Compared to his height, his build looks a little thin.
It looks like it only weighs about 70 kilograms.
And his face was full of pain, as if he might commit suicide at any time.
“Young man, are you planning to die?”
Madoc frowned and spoke to the young man in front of him. He felt a somewhat unpleasant aura from this young man.
That is the feeling of death.
And this guy has no life at all, as if he has lost the whole world, and he is worse off than dead.
“Yes, it’s just me...how do you put this? I can’t die.”
“I tried jumping off a building, but a big hole appeared on the ground. I recovered after resetting my broken neck.
I also tried throwing myself into a lake, but I just fell asleep. Bleach tasted like drinking coffee, and bombs couldn’t kill me. I felt like I was abandoned by death.”
The young man said this, and the more he talked, the sadder he became.
Although his experience is very sad, it is also ridiculous.
Craig Hollis.
Essentially, he is still a human being, just mutated...
Of course this kind of mutation is benign, and there seems to be no problem in calling it "supreme human being".
As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.
Kill his body and he will be resurrected immediately after a period of time.
Death seemed to have forgotten the existence of this guy and never intended to take away his soul. Perhaps his body was not ready to die yet, so it removed his name from its authority.
“It’s so strange that someone who despises life actually despises death?”
Madoc rubbed his beard. He felt that this young man seemed to be able to make Malthael sick.
Though Malthael could kill the young man's soul with sheer force, the rules of death would have no effect on this guy.
“Why are you seeking death and climbing the holy mountain?”
Madoc started to have a headache, he said a little irritably.
“It’s just that it seems like I can be needed here and I won’t be left behind. Someone said this to me.”
Craig said this.
“Young man, what is your name?”
Talik can't stand Maddock's perfunctory tone anymore. Compared to Maddock, Tarik prefers to give some guidance to young people.
As for Kolik, who was squatting on the other side, he just said nothing.
Colik respects life, so he doesn't like those who fight to seek death.
You must know that even the berserker Balnar is fighting for survival.
He didn’t even want to look at the guy who was fighting to follow the footsteps of death.
“Craig Hollis. Can I find what I’m looking for here?”
Craig asked with a hopeful tone, and there was suddenly some light in his originally lifeless eyes.
“If you want to die, just go to the most dangerous places. There will always be someone who can kill your soul.”
Talik was a little angry when faced with this young man who despised life and death.
The death of the body does not mean death, just like the souls of their ancestors, they just changed their way of existence.
And the death that barbarians faced was not just physical death.
In the battle with the Hell Demon, in many cases the barbarian warriors would not even leave their souls behind.
This is also why the priests of Rathma, those somewhat terrifying necromancers, use the corpses of the dead.
What can a soulless corpse do to avenge the devil?
Only the Necromancer can make these soulless dead take revenge on those who caused their death.
This is why barbarians never speak ill of necromancers.
Those guys are worthy of respect, but still not close to them.
“Kill my soul? That’s not what I want. I want to go to the place where the dead should go, but I am always rejected.”
Craig said in a very low tone, and his whole body fell directly to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.
Tears kept leaking out of his eyes.
“Are you going to the kingdom of the dead?”
Burkeso's figure suddenly appeared in this place, and then the tall figure stood above Craig's head.
"Why?"
Burkeso doesn’t quite understand what this guy is thinking.
It’s not that Bulcaisel has never seen people seeking death, but most of those guys just want eternal sleep, rather than going to the kingdom of the dead to continue suffering.
Burkethal just glanced at Craig and roughly understood this guy's so-called immortality.
Just physically, this guy has achieved a certain level of perfection.
But this kind of perfection did not give Craig the qualification to become stronger, it only made him extremely outstanding in terms of recovery and lifespan.
Having a vitality that is almost the same as a pure Nephalem, the body exudes vitality all the time.
Lifespan can be described as "infinite". In terms of resilience, because the soul is not accepted by the rules of death itself, the body will continue to recover.
This is a guy who is almost the same as the Nephalem.
There is no difference except that the life and soul of the nephalem are accepted by death, and the nephalem have no limit on the growth of their power.
"I……"
Craig was a little hesitant, not sure whether he should confide his pain to strangers.
"Okay, kid. You are not suitable to be a barbarian. Your body will not accept the blood of the barbarian Nephalem."
Burkeso sat directly cross-legged next to Craig.
This guy's body is more balanced and it is impossible to accept any biased Nephalem bloodline.
The bloodlines of barbarians, demon hunters, necromancers, and vanished druids are closer to demons, while crusaders, witch doctors, and others are more like angels.
Only the bodies of monks are closest to the concept of balance.
This can be seen from the transformation skills that tap into the power of blood.
The ferocious look of the Barbarian's Berserker's Wrath is as full of negative emotions as the Demon Hunter's Revenge Transformation. Those disappearing druids transformed into beasts will not be without animality. The Necromancer's Blood Soul Dual Points
It's more like using demonic means to divide the soul with blood.
The Crusaders Akarat warriors have a golden shape and look like a battle angel without wings of light.
The soul walking of witch doctors shows the nature of their souls. The dark blue soul is not much different from the Archangel of Destiny, Israel.
As for the monks' Aura Enlightenment skill, which is jokingly called black transformation, the whole body turns into pitch black, but everywhere they go is filled with divine light. It's like Prius is dyed black, or Mephisto
It's like believing in the Holy Light.
The bloodline of the monk is the most balanced.
As for the mage...
Mage is the superposition of knowledge and rules, while the posture of a mage is that they use their soul and knowledge to forcibly control the rules.
Bloodline is of no use to them.
Burkeso even suspected that Li Min, even if he was not a Nephalem, could obtain that kind of terrifying power and use knowledge to obtain eternal life.
And if Craig, whose body tends to be perfectly balanced as a human being, wants to become a Nephalem, only the bloodline of the monks can be integrated into it.
“I don’t want to be a barbarian, I just want to go to the land of the dead.”
Craig didn’t quite understand Bulcaisel’s words. He just wanted to be treated equally by “death”.
“Then you will probably need to apply for death in person.”
Burkeso also began to feel troubled by the guy in front of him.
He couldn't figure out for a while why the Holy Mountain of Harrogath would let this guy come up and guide him to come here to meet this guy.
Burkeso can’t figure it out.
Originally, he was sitting quietly on a stone, thinking about what credentials he could use to wake Leoric up.
Minahark's skeleton is indeed enough for Skeleton King Leoric to appear as a support, but Bulcasso does not want to revive the Skeleton King who hates life and refuses to die.
The person he wanted to wake up was Leoric, the wise king of Canduras. If that guy was awake, he could bring a lot of advice to Bulcaisel.
Especially the knowledge about the Dark Soul Stone and the experience of fighting against the Whisper of the Hell Demon King, these are the things Bulkatho needs.
“I just want to go to the kingdom of death. Living is too painful for me.”
Following Craig's words, Bulcaisel suddenly understood the meaning of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
A body rejected by death, a soul that wants to die.
This is Leoric's best support.
“Perhaps I...”
Halfway through the words, Bulcasso suddenly stopped talking.
If he wants Leoric to revive, he has to take away a person's immortality? Even if immortality is painful for this person, even if what this person wants is to be led by death?
This is not fair at all! Life cannot be weighed apart from life itself.
No matter whether the owner of this life wants to continue living or not, this life is his own.
Life should not be a price.
Even if he doesn't need this life, Bulcaisuo can't give anything of equal value in exchange for it.
“You can temporarily live on the Holy Mountain, and it may make you think more openly. If you are afraid of losing, you will not lose anything here. At least you will no longer be sad about loss.”
Burkeso twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally said this.
Since the Holy Mountain recognizes Craig Hollis, it will not forcefully drive him down the mountain.
A person who seeks death but cannot find it?
How sad that is.
There is nothing sinful about this guy, just some small kindness.
Being different is sometimes seen as a mistake, but the Nephalem are always different.
The sacred mountain of Harrogath has room for a sad wretch.
“Can death be seen here?”
Craig's voice was filled with humble supplications, which made Bulcasso's expression increasingly uncontrollable.
“Death has left indelible pain here.”
Burkasso grabbed a ball of white snow on the ground, underneath were the remnants of the savages who had turned to ashes when death came.
Death claimed the lives of the barbarians, and Malthael's power crushed the souls of the unfortunates.