"Although it's a bit presumptuous, can you send me to Harrogath now? I have something to confirm."
Doctor Who said to Nick Fury.
He felt the appearance of a being that was somewhat similar to himself, and he was certain that the place was Harrogas.
But without the help of the TARDIS, he had to rely on others to get through.
“We are fighting!”
Rumlow raised the hammer and shouted without looking back.
“It’s more important to deal with the matter at hand first.”
Steve said the same thing.
Those souls began to take action and gain energy.
The High Heavens took away the souls they needed, but the Burning Hell is now on lockdown.
Baal will not send anyone to collect these souls.
This was something that Tyrael, who was by his side, could guarantee.
“So do you have a flying vehicle here? It’s best to have an automatic pilot.”
Doctor Who pointed the sonic screwdriver in his hand at Nick Fury's tablet.
He has made a decision and no one can convince him.
“Yes, but you are still under interrogation.”
Nick Fury winked, and John Wick reluctantly walked to Doctor Who's side.
Although Nick Fury himself has the ability to solve this problem, once he takes action, he will lose his mystery as a leader.
How "powerful" he is is also a secret.
“Oh? Are you going to use force? To be honest, I am not something ordinary people can control.”
Doctor Who smiled, while Clara and Amy behind him were a little flustered.
Then a pistol was thrust into his waist.
“Of course, except those with weapons.”
Doctor Who is still smiling.
There would be trouble here soon, he was sure of it.
So temporary tolerance will not have any bad consequences, it has always been the case.
"hurry up!"
Steve hit a soul rushing towards him with the shield in his hand, knocking the guy with "I am a bad guy" written all over his face into a ball of debris.
“I’m working hard!”
Rumlow roared as he stuffed the hammer in his hand into the mouth of a soul.
His body is still a little weak, but he can barely wield the weapon without any problem.
At the same time, Loki finally appeared in the laboratory where the Cosmic Cube was stored.
The scepter in his hand was pointed at the busy researchers.
This is a great time.
SHIELD has no spare capacity to control these, and the military is constantly putting pressure on SHIELD because of the disappearance of General Ross.
No one will care about him, Loki can do whatever he wants.
Click!
A metal block fell to the ground, making a sound that was only slightly similar to thunder.
But it was enough to give Loki a shiver.
Then he shook his head and smiled.
His brother does not have Mjolnir in his hand, and making thunder is not something he can do now.
Loki laughed at his own timidity with a bit of bitterness in his eyes.
As a mage, he did not gain nothing from the teachings of the Supreme Mage.
Now his consciousness can only control his body to make some unimportant things, such as a look or a smile.
The body is still under Thanos' control.
A mage who cannot speak independently is like a doll.
At this moment, he remembered the comment "What a weak god" and could only feel sad secretly.
Loki's body killed the researchers without a word, and left the scene with the cosmic imitation in his hand.
Just after he left this place littered with corpses, a portal was opened.
Thor's strong body was hung with a butcher's cleaver, and he appeared here leading Hela.
“What’s going on?”
Thor said this as he looked at the corpse.
He gritted his teeth.
He followed the portal opened by Loki's breath of power, but now the remnants of Loki's power on the corpse seemed to be taunting him.
“Loki! What have you done!”
Thor roared with anger.
Hela behind him grabbed his arm and told him to calm down.
She already knew what Loki was like from the exchanges between her siblings.
But what is happening now does not seem to be the move of a god of mischief.
There must be something fishy about this.
“Sister, I understand, I won’t lose my cool!”
Thor looked at the shocked corpses and clenched his fists.
It is one thing to believe one's brother, but another thing to prove!
Thor took off his weapon from his waist. He is going to another place now!
Originally, I wanted to go with Loki, but now I have to change my plan.
The Lord Skyhammer Tyr the Destroyer of Wills!
Thor learned this news from Leia that he found hard to believe.
He wants to take back his power, take back Mjolnir and his hammer brother!
"Let's go then. I also want to see if Tire has made any progress in these years."
Hela smiled, her eyes a little cold.
She no longer resents Thor, nor does she have any ill feelings towards Loki.
But Tire is different after all!
The god of war, the god of justice and justice!
What a great title!
Tir said nothing while she was being held captive by Odin, and even applauded her!
Tyr was not the brother she acknowledged.
And now, she has a legitimate reason to collect debt from that bastard Tyr!
“Let’s go, sister! Take back everything I have and fulfill that prophecy!”
Thor said with his teeth bared.
With firm eyes, he opened a portal again!
Over there is Tire!
The Thunder Gods will die together with the God of Terror!
But Thor can survive!
He had a plan! This plan was greatly improved with the help of Hela!
“Let’s go, I can’t wait.”
Hela smiled and then got through the portal first!
Thor followed closely behind, but at the end he took a deep look at the corpse on the ground.
Having made a decision by the way.
All this will not be fruitless!
Loki will make amends and atone! As long as these people he killed for no reason!
This is Thor's promise!
…
"came back?"
Ebony Throat said to Loki in front of him.
Attention was naturally focused on the cosmic Rubik's Cube!
This is how part of the mission reached their hands.
Ebony Throat watched Loki's eyes twitching and knelt on one knee in front of him, taking the Cosmic Cube with a satisfied smile.
Thanos is waiting for this thing, for a greater future!
"Now, you can leave first. You can be who you are now, but there are some things you can never say."
Ebony Throat flicked his black tongue and spoke with some cruelty.
He picked up a scepter in his hand!
Inside this scepter is the soul gem!
And this will be used to control Loki!
The tip of the scepter touched Loki's forehead, bursts of energy surged, and then activated the Cosmic Rubik's Cube!
A huge woman with her arms in front of her and a sickle came over from that side!
Mathail's maid!
The middle level of the Soul Reaver Legion!
In order to find information about the archangels and the demon kings of hell, Malthael made countless attempts.
Only this Death Maid was lucky enough to catch up with the opening of the Cosmic Cube!
Wood Throat looked at the maid in front of him, and the telepathy in his body began to squeeze towards that guy!
"what!?"
Ebony Throat said with a bored tone.
Looking a little cautious.
Behind the Death Maid, my brother’s portal is still expanding!
Obviously the supplier of energy has changed, and someone over there has begun to supply energy to this portal!
The most important thing at this time is to smash this beacon!
Ebony Maw pointed the scepter in his hand at the Death Maid, but the erratic and unknown figure opened its mouth and let out a sharp howl!
Ebony Throat felt that his soul was beginning to move outside of his body!
And Loki finally showed a complete smile!
His soul is in turmoil, and the influence of the Mind Stone on him has begun to fade!
Now he has only one idea, and that is to take the Cosmic Cube and leave this damn place!
His brother, the highest god in the nine realms, wants to control a complete world, not a desolate place left after being ravaged by Thanos!
Ebony Throat's body began to have energy emerging from it, forming a magic circle.
Then like a warrior, he grabbed the scepter and charged at the Maid of Death!
The spell begins to take effect!
His body began to be shrouded in a burst of black light, and then he transformed into several bodies!
They are all entities, not much different from him!
The intense discomfort made him almost lose his cool.
In the kingdom of the dead, Death Ashira sits on her throne, and the skull’s eye sockets are still empty.
But it seems that I can feel a trace of expectation.
The Maid of Death is Malthael's anchor, and it won't be long before death comes to this world.
As long as he is not hindered by other things!
Ashila is somewhat looking forward to the ending!
Eternal said that he would stand on the side of the barbarians, but Ashila didn’t believe it.
The only things that remain unchanged are interests and disputes, and balance is never something that is considered eternal.
This anchor point is very small. If it were not contaminated with the power of death, she would not notice it.
The eyes of death watched countless stars shatter, and eternity continued to attack the court of life with its harsh aura.
A fierce battle, or an unwilling vent.
Somewhat funny, but not too much attention.
The Tribunal of Life will not prevail.
This will not change until Auriel replaces the hope of this world!
At this time, Malthael finally stood in front of Rasma!
“Necromancer, the balance you follow cannot stop me.”
Mathael’s voice is still hoarse and hollow!
Even though he is crazy, he is still sane!
Not being understood is crazy, but the interests of the majority are correct!
Mathael undermined the interests of all existence except his own!
This world has lost the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell, and nothing can stop him!
“Death is the balance of life, and you are still a life, so there is no escape.”
It was pitch black under Malthael's hood, and gray mist began to rise from his body.
“Death will never interfere with the realm of the dead, and the ground of the dead will not be contaminated by anything!”
Rasma said this.
The pale face looked a little unwilling.
“Linarion, your mother will not protect you.”
Mathael called out Rathma's first name, mockingly.
“The world has come to an end because those guys escaped! And now, you want to stop me from finding them?”
“I said it from the beginning, I hate that name.”
A touch of blood appeared on Rasma’s pale face!
“Mother did not abandon us, it was them, Bulkesso! It was Vasily! It was they who abandoned mother, and together with you, sealed mother in a dark, lightless world!
You are the enemies of the Nephalem, and no matter how many times I say it, my brothers never believe it!"
Rasma said this.
Bone spurs began to appear one after another on the ground, and the place was covered bit by bit with white bones.
Facing Malthael, who has traces of all other rules remaining in his body, Rathma does not think he will win, but he also does not think he will fail!
Necromancers pursue the balance between life and death, and this means the center of neither life nor death!
Rasma got the power of destiny, and he kept fiddling with it, waiting for an opportunity!
When the Archangel loses one of justice and wisdom, when the Hell Demon is sealed or falls into the weakest time!
He wants to bring back his mother!
I hope I won’t do anything to the Nephalem’s mother!
This is the agreement Auriel made with Kanai at that time!
Courage will not take action against Lilith. This is the only mercy Prius has for a brave man!
The Archangel of Balance has lost his power, leaving an empty space to make constant calculations every day, and that part of the balance is currently in Rasma!
Justice no more!
Courage disappears!
Hope to go away!
Only the death of wisdom is left to face this world heading towards chaos!
Fear is silent!
Sin is not revealed!
Hate disappears!
Pain away!
Destruction is a thing of the past!
The lies leave, leaving only the cruelest truth in the world!
At this time, it is the best time for Rasma to wake up her mother!
No one can stop him!
Even Malthael, the archangel looking at the tower of the God of Creation, can’t do it!
“Rasma! You are like a stupid clown, a puppet~”
Mathael shook his head and spoke, his voice as distant as a chant.
The favor of fate is not a good thing at all!
These barbarians know this very well!
In order to resist the power of fate, the prophet always kept silent.
Rasma, who is fiddling with fate, is she fiddling with the trajectory of fate or is she being toyed with by fate?
Mathael can't tell.
But Malthael could use the death in his body to ensure that barbarians were never stupid.
Worusk, favored by the rule of death itself, challenged death.
Leiko, who was fascinated by the power of fate, still tried her best to break free from the thread of fate!
The barbarians may be smarter than Rasma, perhaps it is the intuition that comes from the primitive worship of nature that makes them only believe in themselves.
And Rasma is now like a toy with great power.
“Mathael, wisdom will not belittle any thinker or questioner! Complacency will lead to wisdom. Are you still wise now?”
Rasma said this.
The skeletons on the ground began to combine little by little, forming an army of skeletons!
The ground was completely infected by Rathma's power and became the domain of the dead!
The ancestor of the Necromancer, the longest-lived Nephalem!
His power is not something that can be limited by regular skills that need to be learned!
Unfortunately……
“Not strong enough!”
Mathail said lightly.
The Reaper of Souls in his hand slit Rathma's throat without seeing any trace of it!
“But I’m not weak either!”
The army of skeletons summoned by Rathma appeared in front of him in an instant. The souls of the dead floated up one by one, holding dark green energy balls in their hands and looking like they were about to throw them out at any time.
Malthael's body turned into a gray mist and passed through the bones.
The bones contaminated by the power of death disappeared in an instant!
The dead are forever under the control of death.
A group of blood behind Rasma slowly grew, and another Rasma revealed his pale face from the red blood!
In addition to being pale, the ground was also covered with a layer of blood.
“Vasily’s life ended in your hands? What about Bulkesso’s life? You didn’t get it?”
Mathael said this, and the figure emerged from behind Rathma.
The sickle was hung on Rasma's neck, and then Rasma's body completely exploded!
The rich blood energy impacted on Malthael's body, punching dense holes in the Archangel of Death and Wisdom!
The power of Rasma comes from various attempts.
In order to avenge his mother, he deprived his brother of his strength.
Trying to reconcile everything, and for this purpose, I set my sights on the power of Israel!
Although he was unable to fight against Malthael at this time, Malthael could not kill him!
This is a stalemate destined to be long!
In a certain corner of the voodoo land, Nazbo was holding all kinds of weird and unrecognizable materials and throwing them into the clay pot in his arms.
The voodoo doll hangs on the wrist, as if it is smiling!
Karasim was sitting cross-legged not far away, taking care of the pale Vera, while Sonya was looking at an arm in front of her with a pair of cracked knives!
Those are the last traces of the first ancestors!
The barbarian named Bulcaisuo, the last remnant of the most primitive ancestors!
And Li Min was not far away without saying a word, looking up at the dark sky without saying a word.
The devastation that follows a chaos.
Xiansai Island has collapsed under the power of Malthael.
All human beings fled in panic in this apocalyptic scene.
The sky is no longer shrouded in haze, but beyond the haze, there is now emptiness!
Higher Heaven and Burning Hell disappeared in an instant, and they could only wait for an opportunity!
Either Malthael allows Rathma to recall Lilith, and the ancestors of the Nephalem return.
Either Malthael and Rathma had a fierce battle, and Malthael killed Rathma.
Vera took back the punishment that belonged to the witcher.
They faced Malthael again.
Either they recover everything that belongs to this world, or Rasma does it.
Or, Bulcaisel, who has never failed, will return to the world with everything from the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell to realize all the beautiful visions!
