"A long dream, Bulcaisel."
Sanya stood up straight, looked at her injuries and said.
 Some literature and art are not barbaric at all.
Perhaps because she spent more time with Li Min, Sonya also experienced some changes.
 Whether her strength had increased or weakened, it was difficult for Sonya to tell at this time.
 But what is certain is that she came back to life and had the opportunity to swing a hammer in Malthael's face.
 He jumped slightly, feeling the lightness of his body, and his words were somewhat insincere.
 “What are you going to do now?”
Burkeso raised his eyes and looked at Sonya in front of him, asking with somewhat complicated emotions.
 Then a not-so-dainty fist hit Bulcasso hard on the bridge of his nose.
 Powerful and rough, this is very barbaric.
 “I’m going to beat you! And will you fight back!? Great Immortal King!?”
Sanya rubbed her fist hard against Bulcasso's face. The blood was not wiped away, but it fainted.
 The nosebleed spurted out from the broken nasal cavity like a fountain, and Bulcaisel stood where he was without moving.
 Sanya was angry, it was palpable.
  More of a mockery of those who are superior.
 Sanya’s strong body does not have much softness of beauty, nor much kindness and compassion.
Sanya held the fist in her hand and made a crunching sound.
 Contemptuous and full of ridicule.
“Needless to say, you must have considered yourself a savior again, even though you have never denied this.
 The first ancestors were cruel and intimidating, Volusk was arrogant, so what are you?
 Are you bored because you think you have everything under control? Or are you contemptuous of it all from the bottom of your heart?
Burkeso, you are always like this."
Sanya hit Bulcasso hard on the bridge of his nose where blood was spurting out.
 The sound of the collision between the fist and the face is never very pleasant, especially when it sounds like the bones are being broken.
Sanya’s power is still strong and should not be underestimated.
“So what? The things I wish for are not beyond my control, and I will eventually grant your wishes.”
Burkeso took a step forward and looked directly into the eyes of Sonya, who was a head shorter than him.
 The surrounding ancestors showed different emotions.
For example, Hailab, with a look of disdain mixed with a little bit of hope.
Perhaps a person who realizes their wishes is enough for them to use as a support, and there is nothing wrong with that.
 It’s just that it can’t be considered authoritative.
“Hey, Bulcaisel. You always like to say that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice. Who is the strong one in your eyes?”
Leiko spoke in a loud voice, containing some hostility.
She patted her shoulder, which had been wearing Kanuk's evil-proof shoulder armor for some time. The ferocious and huge horns were flashing with bursts of blood.
 Leiko is alive.
 Carnuk can give his legend to any living barbarian.
 It is more appropriate to hand it over to Raico than to Casillas.
 After all, Leiko is powerful enough.
"I!"
Burkeso said calmly.
 The list of strong men in his eyes only has his own name from beginning to end.
 It’s so noble that it makes you want to laugh.
“Then, I, who can make your nose bleed all over the floor, am naturally a strong one.”
Sanya took out a piece of leather that she had used countless times from her pocket and wiped off the blood on her hands.
The power from the original ancestors is exuding its unique brilliance.
 “Are you ready to fight, old man?”
Sanya looked at Bulcaisso and roared, as if she was a challenger.
 But the so-called "battle" refers to facing Malthael and possibly Lilith.
Those two guys will definitely come over.
 Maybe not even too far.
 …
　　In the higher heaven, Ozil finally regained consciousness from that damn pool.
 The pain in his body continued to remind him of the brutal attack he had suffered before.
The experience of being injured by the aftermath of the Seven-Phase Fist and Exploding Palm of the Ten Phantom Bodies is very rare.
 Most people can only experience it once in their lifetime.
 Fortunately, Ozil is an angel and has a second chance.
 The gap between consciousness and free movement was a bit big. Ozil lay quietly and watched the spring water in front of him flowing continuously.
 Until he saw a trace of blood!
 “Devil! How can there be demons in the higher heavens!”
Ozil let out an extreme roar, and the water in the pool exploded with several beautiful splashes.
 The blood stains had the smell of demons, which was a bit hard for Özil to accept.
This feeling is as unsettling as having a pair of stranger's shoes at your doorstep.
“The higher heaven has everything, it’s just that you’ve never seen it.”
Yizuer said calmly. He stood outside the spring and looked at Ozil who tried hard to open his eyes.
Although Yizuer felt that Ozil might not be able to hear what he said in his current state, he still continued to speak:
“Oezir, I thought you would always stand by Tyrael’s side with your flame. Just like Tyrael always guarded Malthael’s side.
 It’s just that now, one person is no longer here.”
 Yizur murmured, and the body stained with angel power, demon bones and human flesh and blood showed a complex nausea at this time.
 Very disgusting, the smell is enough to make a hunting dog retching.
Ozil doesn’t look like he belongs to the Archangel of Wisdom, that’s right.
 He is the flame of justice, similar to the sharp sword of justice, Yizuer.
 Only Tyrael’s subordinates in the High Heaven can be described as huge in number.
 After all, justice has the most powerful power, and of course it is followed by more angels.
 It's just that Tyrael doesn't act very smart most of the time.
 So Özil chose wisdom and became a chess piece of wisdom willingly.
Ozur continued to roar as hard as he could, and the water surface that was supposed to explode only raised a few small bubbles under the power of Ozil.
 Yizur pressed his hand on his chest, feeling the two beating hearts inside, and his face looked unhappy.
 Using a human body to maintain one's own life is somewhat unjustifiable for an angel.
 Especially, the former Yizuer was noble and great.
To be continued...