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377 Our Lady of Grace! Save us! Go guarantee, more to come(1/3)

"Mathael, I thought you didn't want to see me!"
Karasim said this, and his body appeared in front of Malthael in an instant.
Huge fist gloves have been attached to Malthael's chest, and a white handprint condenses in front of Malthael!
“Fandaroni? But now you are called Karasim.”
 Mathael said this.
 Then he turned his attention to Sonya, who was almost frantic!
Ozil, who was severely attacked, has fallen to the ground, and his body has almost become a piece of minced meat!
 Mathael nodded, and the breath of death enveloped the angel who followed him.
“Are you waiting for Rathma? Or do you want to resurrect Bulkatho?”
Mathail's voice was filled with laughter, but his breath was very calm.
 Everything is not out of his control.
 “I just want to live.”
Li Min walked up to Malthael and looked at the darkness under the hood without hesitation.
As a follower of the truth of the world, the mage is not ignorant of the ending of the world.
“The world would be a better place if the Bulcaisel you knew had died obediently on the Holy Mountain.”
Malthael said casually, raised his head and looked at the desolation outside the world.
“There is no place for us in the beautiful world you see, Malthael.”
Karasim said this.
 The palm pressing on Malthael's chest burst out with a powerful force!
 The figure flashed!
  It was divided into seven phantoms again and aimed at the enemy!
“I haven’t seen the Seven Phase Fist for a long time. There is no monk who is better at this skill than you. Vandaloni.”
 Mathael suddenly started laughing wildly!
 Karasim’s attack passed through his body, and the power of death wrapped around his fist!
 “Die!”
Vera rolled hard and appeared in front of Malthael!
 The flying knife in his hand was divided into three parts and stabbed at Malthael's throat!
 “die.”
Malthael repeated these two words in a low voice, and the Reaper of Souls in his hand was already stuck in Vera's throat!
With just one stroke, this witcher's life will be gone!
"ha!"
Sanya buried her head and bumped into Malthael!
 Anger and death are entangled!
 And an earthen pot appeared silently under Sonya’s feet!
 Click!
Sanya crushed the jar, and the dense spiders used Sonya's body to crawl towards Malthael's body!
 Natsubo danced while mumbling!
 Changes have begun on the ground!
Waves of ripples spread out, turning the ground into a pool of water!
A sharp cry came out, and a piranha with a mouth full of fangs hung on Sonya and Malthael!
 But it turned into ashes in just an instant!
 “Life cannot resist death, and the soul is also unable to resist.”
Mathael flicked his robe with the Reaper of Souls in his hand.
 Then stood behind Sonya!
“I suddenly remembered a spell, does any of you know it?”
 Mathael behaves as if he is playing.
 He is completely different now!
 Having briefly mastered the power of the Great Demon God and the Archangels, he became stronger at an unexpected speed after becoming a Nephalem.
If he were besieged by these Nephalem when he found Bul-Katho, he might not have the slightest chance of winning.
 It’s just that it’s different now!
“Worship the three return orders~wow to the opening of the first door of Sanji~wow the blood sacrifice of the wisher~only please~the holy return~”
Malthael said lightly, ignoring the ugly expressions of Li Min and Karasim, and burst out laughing!
"what have you done!"
Karasim said this.
 The golden light on his body is flashing crazily!
Ten phantoms appeared around him, assuming various postures towards him!
 The mantra spreads on the ground and is constantly turbulent!
“Is this what you gained, Vandaloni? Did you get what you wanted from Yina’s power?
 Let me guess, are these phantom bodies capable of releasing the fierce seven-phase fist like you?"
As soon as Malthael finished speaking, he was surrounded by dense phantoms!
 The phantoms sat cross-legged, as if they were trying to transcend him.
 Each phantom body is divided into seven!
Each heavy blow detonated Malthael's explosive palm!
The continuous roar was like the sound of firecrackers, and the shock wave generated forced all the Nephalem back!
 “Wonderful!”
 Mathael's figure did not move at all, watching the energy in his body being continuously detonated, but his tone remained calm!
 “Fandaroni, how is this possible!”
Li Min let out a shocked roar!
What the Exploding Palm detonates is not the energy left by the monk in that palm print, but everything in the body of the guy who is marked!
The rune "Death to a fraction" prevents the out-of-control energy from slowly weakening, but condenses all the power into the final explosion!
But even so, Malthael did nothing!
 The roar and explosion meant that the attack was successful, but Malthael seemed not to have been harmed at all!
 Such a scene is enough to make people afraid!
 …
 And the Rasma side has become a desert at this time.
 There was only one corpse accompanying him where he was, and even the existence that occupied this corpse was called Bulcaisu!
 The desolation of the realm of the dead faded away from the ground, revealing the very delicate and complex ground!
 “This place is very familiar.”
  The first-generation Bulkatho shook his spine and looked at Rasma in front of him.
 There was a slight tremor in the voice.
To be continued...
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