While the two demon gods in hell were discussing in low voices, Tyrell was already standing in front of Madoc holding the Glory of the Holy Feather.
“Madoc, that was just an act of desperation.”
Tyrrell's entire body was shrouded in a hood, and it was impossible to tell what his face looked like.
"If you take one more step forward, then you will die together! Tyrell! You must know that only Sonya and Bulcaisel have little trust in you, and now you are proving that you have never been as noble as you said!
"
Madoc's body has swelled a full circle, and it seems that the fury of the berserker will be fully displayed in front of Tyrael in the next moment.
 At that time, Mardoc will gain power far beyond what he was during his lifetime, which also means that the Archangel of Justice will become the enemy of the barbarians.
“Have you seen your destiny? Or do you know something that I don’t know?”
Tyrael held the Holy Feather Glory in front of him flatly and turned sideways, just like he did when he faced Malthael.
 He is ready to fight and is only waiting for a result.
“Damn it, I said get me out of this damn place quickly, I’m not in the mood to listen to your nonsense, I can’t breathe!”
Constantine roared in the cocoon, and then the whole cocoon inflated like a balloon!
 That was all that the Lord of Hell had become, after the demon god Mephisto was reborn from his body and Duriel absorbed his power.
This hell king, who enjoys part of the authority of hell, finally made a choice.
 Hell is being destroyed bit by bit, and no one can feel this except the hell monarchs who have authority.
 And he is already the only hell king born in hell.
 The Fangs of Shadow are tearing apart the entire hell bit by bit, and are about to exchange the destruction of this hell for the coming of the Burning Hell.
Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, is ready to disappear, just to remind those who should know about this in his last moments!
"Quiet!"
Tyrell’s voice was as distant and grand as a ringing bell. In an instant, Constantine’s body emerged from the insect’s cocoon!
“Tyriel, make your choice! Do you want to bear the wrath and hatred of the barbarians?”
 Madoc's muscles had expanded to a limit, and dense cracks had appeared on the surface of his skin.
 The last wrath of the berserker is about to appear. What do the barbarians know?
Those have nothing to do with the justice of Tyrael!
"Wait for the choice of fate! Barbarians, in just a moment, you will understand why I stand here at all costs!"
 Fate will tell you how you should face justice!"
The radiance of the Holy Feather in Tyrael's hand slowly rose, and the energy in Tyrael's body was being recovered bit by bit.
At this moment, Imprius appeared in front of Tyrell's eyes, holding the repaired Solarion Spear of Courage in his hand, and penetrated Tyrell's chest with the scorching aurora!
“Fate will not come! He took over my job and let me stop you again! Tyrael!
 It’s just like being in the Crystal Dome!”
 The voice of the Archangel of Courage spread throughout this area like the sun, scattering all the solemn and righteous atmosphere on the ground.
Solarion hung Justice high in the air, and the sun-like brilliance dimmed the body of the Archangel of Justice until only the dazzling light remained!
“Tyrell! Do you still want to disobey the Angris Council and commit a serious crime against heaven?
 Are you still going to ignore everything covered by courage, just for the sake of the ‘fate’ you rely on after losing your wisdom?
Let me see! Justice! Are you as powerful as he said you are, with power far above us?"
Because Prius's armor began to turn red little by little, the metal-like ring suspended above his head began to emit blazing sunlight!
 “Brother, justice will never be compromised!”
Tyrell shouted and turned into a cloud of smoke and moved from everyone's sight to another place.
In Prius's attack, it was as useless as when Tyrael penetrated Malthael's chest with the long sword in his hand.
 It would be very troublesome for them to fight each other completely, but it is not impossible.
“But your justice has long deviated from what it should be! Justice should be the kind recognized by countless lives, so I showed up to stop you!
 Why am I the only one who stops you? Have you never thought about it?”
Because Prius stood in front of Madoc, the scorching aurora in his hand streaked across the balloon-like cocoon that wrapped Constantine, and then used the fiery power to completely burn the remnants of Duriel.
of ashes.
 “Dang!”
There was a sound of a weapon hitting the armor, and Leoric knocked Tyrael directly back to his rightful place with a slash.
 Leoric now is not just a skeleton king with the body of Duriel added to it!
 Death is still in his body! Death is lingering with his soul!
“Surprise? Justice!? Whose justice are you? It’s not mine anyway.”
Leoric had an inexplicable smile on his face, and the giant hammer in his hand made a whining sound in the air.
“Just like Malthael said to you, no one can stop death. Do you think Malthael was merciful because you were Tyrael?
 Don't let me think that justice is irrational. Tyrael Malthael has been trying to guide justice from the beginning, but you chose to abandon wisdom."
 After Leoric finished speaking, Tyrell's figure stood firmly on the spot.
It is true that the power of justice is the most powerful among the archangels, but it still cannot allow him to overcome the defenses of courage and death.
Death in this world does not have much fighting experience, but the being who is using this power now is named Leoric!
“So, what are you going to do? Because of the Prius, justice is always noble..."
“Then you’d better stay noble, Israel has already made a compromise, thanks to my efforts!”
As Prius said this, the spear in his hand was held at his waist, and it seemed that he might stab Tyrell directly at any time!
“Justice should always be independent, but it cannot be separated from everything in this world. Tyrell, you should understand what I mean. Now I am no longer someone you can ignore.”
Leoric put his hand on Imperial's shoulder, and under the heat of courage, the smell of roast meat came out of his hand.
"You are standing on the edge of danger. I don't know how you restricted Israel, but he will not make compromises like you said, unless it is part of 'destiny'."
Tyrael was still secretive about the news about Israel, but in return he was laughed at by Madoc.
 Where is the destiny?
 Faced with this problem, I am afraid only barbarians know about it.
The destiny that Leiko believed in was never Israel, or it could be said that it was precisely because Leiko came into contact with the real destiny that Israel used his own power to monitor Leiko.
 Just to find the trajectory of destiny.
If Leko is a barbarian who has truly come into contact with fate, then Madoc is a being who can take pleasure in fate!
 Remember the title of Madoc! Prophet of War!
 What else does the prophet know but destiny?
“Okay, the farce is about to end, is justice going to judge us now? Or have you forgotten how to conduct a trial after you said that the hammer of judgment was handed over to Bulcaisel?
By the way, you have never used the weapon that symbolizes fair judgment, so do you mind telling me when you can no longer hold up the hammer of judgment? Tyrell!"
Madoc kept talking trivial words, swinging the ax up and down in his hand.
The remains of the purple man were at his feet, being torn apart by the strong wind caused by the swing of the weapon.
"Bulkessor is about to wake up. If you still want to witness justice and how a mortal executes justice, then just stay still and wait for Bulkesso to wield the hammer of judgment and reason with you.
!”
Madoc’s scattered thoughts finally fell into silence as he finished these words.
Who is justice?
Vorusk represents the greed and plunder of death, but it is extraordinary that Vorusk can find death!
 He is the existence that death favored in the first place!
 And he challenged the death that gave him strength! And let the barbarians bear the painful consequences!
To be continued...