"Is there anything else you want besides getting this arm back?"
Aurel looked at Constantine with a somewhat formulaic smile on her face.
Auriel has some admiration for Constantine, but she also has disgust.
Sacrificing others without even minding oneself as a sacrifice is considered fearless courage, but it is also very dangerous.
Aurel was a little surprised when she faced Constantine.
Constantine is not a good person, he is like a scumbag, and he will not deny this.
But this does not prevent him from doing it for the sake of the human world.
“I want to know your specific thoughts, just for the glory of heaven.”
Constantine put away his smile and put on a humble face again.
Now is the time for negotiation, so Constantine's tone is rare and formal.
A perfunctory compliment is not worthy of Auriel's move.
As a professional who has yet to get a job at SHIELD, Constantine thinks about things from a human perspective.
This sentence is considered a threat.
Constantine understood what these angels wanted.
In fact, there is not much difference between him and the devil.
It is nothing more than soul and belief, and these are the only things that can impress human beings.
Land? Just an earth, just a planet.
How big can the ground here be? No matter how big it is, it is impossible to fight against those top experts.
After all, there is something outrageous everywhere.
“You still have my favor, are you going to start negotiating now?”
Aurel smiled.
The eyes he looked at Constantine became much softer.
But the movements of the hands are different from the expressions.
The ribbon was directly wrapped around Constantine's body, and his mouth was also sealed.
After all, there’s always the question of what will come out of this guy’s mouth.
What's even more terrible is that Constantine's cultural level is not low at all, which is a common advantage of mages.
“Now, everyone from SHIELD, are you interested in having someone else talk to me?”
Aurel said this, but her eyes had already locked on Agent Hill who was standing there.
Asking questions knowingly is sometimes considered a bit of decency among humans, and can at least start a conversation.
Agent Hill stood up straight and made an invitation gesture towards Auriel.
I also made an apology gesture to Imprius who was in embarrassment.
“The director just left, but if you want to contact him, you only need to go to Harrogas.”
Hill said this.
This is nonsense.
Agent Hill will not believe that these two guys just appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.
What happened before must have fallen into their eyes, but she still gave the answer as if it was an errand.
It’s just that this answer made the two former archangels a little embarrassed.
None of them want to go to Harrogath now, after all, the barbarians there do not welcome their arrival.
Just because this issue has been raised directly, it can no longer be avoided.
“What are you doing?”
Because Prius sent such a message to Auriel.
“Waiting for an opportunity, the easiest way to become people’s hope is to be the last line of defense. This will help me achieve my goal.”
Aurel explained her approach to Imprius in the same way, but this approach was a bit unsightly.
The last line of defense will slowly be ignored intentionally or unintentionally. Only those who are incompetent can not care about this.
“Now, I want to establish more cooperation between myself and SHIELD. The most important thing is that we don’t need places like churches, so we don’t spend much money.”
Aurel's voice only fell in the ears of Agent Hill, and the conspiracy could easily arouse suspicion.
Hill nodded imperceptibly.
If we can establish some personal connection with Auriel without Nick Fury, this is also the result Hill wants.
Nick Fury is too dangerous.
While he was suspicious of all agents, the agents were equally wary of him.
This is the normal state of S.H.I.E.L.D.
…
“Sanya!”
Mr. Immortal Craig finally stands up!
Karasim's voice came from his mouth, and the power and authority belonging to "life" in this body were also initially grasped.
Although Craig's mind is still very confused, the existence that now controls this body is Karasim, a strong warrior monk who has made his own path as the reincarnation of Vandaloni.
Karasim didn't believe that a firm will could break through a rock, but his fists and feet could easily do it.
So he used his fists and kicks to squeeze out a path among the ancestors and stood in front of Sonya.
Burkasso raised his eyes and looked at Craig, keenly aware of Karasim's aura.
But now was not a good time to reminisce, so Bulcaisel's attention remained on Sonya.
The danger won't be much, it just depends on what benefits Sonya can get from this rescue.
“Don’t say you don’t see the power of life in this body! Bulcasso!”
Karasim's voice lacked some of its usual calmness, and instead seemed a little impatient.
Although Karasim has a bold temperament, he usually recites mantras to maintain his mentality.
Even if it cannot be described as being indifferent to the world, it is okay to say that it is undistracted.
But this time, he was impatient!
When he faced Malthael before, the monk noticed the difference in strength.
Fandaroni's Seven-Phase Fist and Exploding Palm are combined with Karasim's Phantom Body Art. This set of tricks will not appear so weak even if it falls on Diavolo.
Mathail was already powerful beyond his comprehension.
“So? Because he has life in him, do I have to get it? Not everything under my nose is mine! Karasim, have your true words fallen on the dog at this time!?”
Burkeso questioned.
No one in the Nephalem is a purely good person or a saint.
Each of these problems is actually quite big.
Burkeso's mood is a little deviated due to soul problems, so he is not very gregarious.
Although Karashim is more stable and kind, the arrogance brought about by reincarnation still exists in him.
Vera is full of hatred and abides by discipline. This kind of life makes her a little awkward. She is not very frank, and can even be said to be gloomy.
Natsubo is even more talkative and doesn't care about external things.
Johanna is cheerful and determined, but she was too influenced by Akarat's tactics after all. Her good impression of the higher heaven prevented her from firming up her position.
As for Li Min and Sonya, one is proud of being a genius and the other is proud of being a warrior.
The greed for power is a common problem among them.
But none of them are evil.
Kindness and human justice are the bottom line.
It is neither right nor decent to take something from someone who has done nothing wrong.
“You don’t know how powerful Malthael is now. He will only be even more powerful the next time you see him!”
Karasim was still choking.
The fact that he escaped death through reincarnation was a big blow to him.
And his soul could feel the pain his body faced at the end. What's more important is that Karasim personally recited the spell to awaken Lilith!
This brings with it a strong sense of guilt.
“Powerful!? That’s not what you say when the devil is powerful!”
Burkeso stared at the guy in front of him.
Karasim was a little frightened.
The only fortunate thing is that the guy he fears is not Diavolo.
If Diavolo gets this fear, there will be some trouble.
The chance of Karasim being corrupted is very small, but if the worst happens, this monk will be more dangerous than the big rat in Hamelin.
“Malthael is wisdom!”
Karasim roared like this, and the ancestors around him were stunned for a moment.
Everyone knows that Malthael is the Archangel of Wisdom, and no one among the ancestors calls Malthael the "Archangel of Death."
After all, as an archangel, that guy is wisdom. If he were to describe it as death, he could only be the "angel of death."
The "bigness" of archangels does not mean that they are more powerful than ordinary angels.
But their nature is much broader!
The reason why Malthael is difficult to deal with is because some thoughts that can be classified as wisdom are known to him.
Just like all fearful thoughts cannot avoid Diavolo.
“Will wisdom twist his little arm across my thigh? Shut up now!”
The anger on Bulcaisel's body flashed away.
Just a moment of display made Karasim calm down a little.
Leiko stood a little further away and looked at Karasim's body.
The immortal Mr. Craig's consciousness has begun to awaken.
The three-in-one soul is somewhat novel.
Monks rarely reincarnate multiple times.
They would make such a decision only if they still have a wish to fulfill when they realize that they are going to die.
Every time you are reincarnated, you will forget part of your memories. It is enough to experience this experience once.
Burkeso's disdain is justified.
Mathael got stronger, and he got stronger during this time.
Fighting is not just about who is stronger on paper.
“Ahem!”
A coughing sound came from Sonya's mouth.
But it was soon replaced by the sound of heavy breathing.
The physical injuries have recovered, which is even a blessing in disguise.
After all, some things brought by the blood of the first ancestors have not left her mind.
The blood will be drained, but the knowledge will not disappear.
“Now, congratulate me, Sonya.”
Burkeso said to Sonya.
At this time, he also stood up, and the two long knives on his body were still shining.
“How much weaker have you become?”
Sanya finally straightened out her breath, felt the power in her body, looked at Bulcaisso and said.
It’s no wonder she doesn’t care.
“I’m the same as before.”
Burkeso said this with a twinkle in his eye.
Sanya was silent, and there was already some blood on her body.
At least Sonya doesn’t look like a mummy now.
The somewhat hazy conversation between the two may seem outrageous, but in fact there is really nothing serious about it.
“He is the Immortal King, Sonya.”
Leiko said with a smile in her voice.
“Congratulations, but you did something wrong.”
Sanya looked into Bulkesso’s eyes and said this.
“I told you, I have not become weaker, but have become stronger.”
Burkeso replied seriously.
In order to prove his statement, his body released most of the anger, which made Sonya somewhat unable to bear it.
Sanya made a snort, her eyes filled with anger.
Just what words should the saved person use to tell the person who saved him that he should not save him?
So Sonya had nothing to say.
“Krashim, you should go to sleep now! This boy will become a monk! Isn’t it a balanced bloodline?”
Burkasso glanced at Karasim and became increasingly irritable.
He doesn't want to discuss some messy things with Karashim now.
Today is, after all, a day worth celebrating, not a day of chaos and quarrels.
“You’d better be ready, Bulcaisel.”
Karasim used Craig's body to finish the last sentence. This sentence was not very polite and had the condescension of an insider.
But it was a good intention after all.
Sanya’s injuries can be considered completely recovered.
It’s just that it’s still not possible to directly join high-intensity battles in a short period of time.
Just verbal guidance is enough.
With Qualkek's mountain-splitting ax becoming a legend in Sonya's hands, it's time for her to shoulder some responsibilities.
Sanya is also a restless person, and she will accomplish this great cause very well.
…
In the burning hell.
Baal was sitting on his throne, grinning as if he was giggling.
There was finally some movement in the Burning Hell, and demons began to be born bit by bit.
It’s just that he now needs someone who can represent him in destroying the Demon God as his direct subordinate.
It is the usual style of the Hell Demon Kings to do everything by themselves, but the role of a mere commander is not suitable after all.
“Hamelin?”
Barr muttered quietly.
He frowned as he looked at the souls falling in like dumplings from the sky.
He doesn’t care whether there are more bad people or good people in the world.
It’s just that the strength of these souls is a bit too low.
Quantity can make up for quality only when the difference in quality cannot be too outrageous.
It’s not that the steamed buns can’t be smashed by rocks, it’s possible as long as they are dry enough.
But Baal had no idea how many ants could kill Diavolo.
A good-looking Demon God of Destruction actually became confused after being warned once by a barbarian.
Barr shook his head fiercely, and then turned his attention to others.
After all, what Baal experienced in the Burning Hell was similar to isolation. He couldn't do much every day, and he had long lost the so-called enrichment and gains.
But in order to survive, Barr was still very brave.