In the palace of death.
Tyrael looked at the death in front of him thoughtfully.
 “You mean, there are more powerful beings among you?”
 Tyrrell was not surprised.
  After all, he has heard many stories from the mouth of death about swallowing up the rules of another world.
 Depending on the harvest, the gods of this world have also undergone tremendous changes.
 For example, the existence that has mastered time has not officially appeared in front of everyone until now.
“Yes, Eternal is just one of the guys who masters new powers the fastest. I also have a sister, and she has gained the most.”
 Death spoke calmly.
 Then he took a small tea cup from Mina Harker's hand and sipped it slowly.
Had it not been for the very unstable aura on her body, Tyrell might have thought that the death in front of her was a rational being.
 Sister of death, there is only infinity.
 An existence with many powers over time, space, matter, energy and reality.
She is still sleeping now. This is because she was seriously injured in the previous battle, but it is also because she has gained too much and cannot turn it into her own strength in a short time.
 The original time of this world was under her control.
 It's just that now, the existence called Infinity is still sleeping, and may be forcibly awakened at any time.
 A person who doesn't get enough sleep is not in a good temper. Death is just a shot in the arm for Tyrael.
 “So, why are you telling me this?”
Tyrell asked calmly.
 Looking at the surrounding environment consciously or unconsciously.
He will also be curious about the power of death. After all, Malthael spent a lot of effort to gain enough power for Tyrael to take it seriously.
“Maybe I’m just bored. You are not the righteous archangel who can negotiate terms with me now. You are just a dead person now.
You weakling, I only need to blow one breath and you will become a thing of the past."
 Death smiled foolishly, with a hint of teasing.
“You want to bring Leoric back in your own way?”
 Tyrrell's question was a decisive one.
 Death is not difficult to understand, as long as you can really look directly at it.
 After all, this death has no intellectual influence.
 Death made no objection to Tyrael's words.
 She is not someone who puts all her hopes on others.
 For a long time, she was the one who listened to wishes most of the time. Making a wish was too far away for death.
 “In other words, you plan to wake up your sisters?”
Tyrrell became more and more certain of his guess.
 As a human soul, when facing death, there is always the risk of overturning, but this cannot stop Tyrell from continuing to explore the truth he wants.
 “More than that, Tyrael.”
 Death finally responded to Tyrael.
 It’s just that the current attitude towards death is obviously a bit contemptuous.
“The reason why I tell you this is just because I hope that when Leoric comes back, someone can casually tell him that there is a person named Asila who has done many things for him.”
Death said so.
 Like a shy girl.
It’s just that Tyrell couldn’t tell whether these words were true or false.
 The mentality of a licker is something Tyrell cannot understand.
“I think you didn’t tell the truth, at least not all of it.”
Tyrell said bluntly.
 Death tilted his head, and then looked at Tyrael with a skull face.
“What if I could bring you back to life?”
 The words of death made Tyrell stunned for a moment.
 It doesn’t seem strange that matters of life and death are controlled by death, but there is something wrong with it.
 “Tell me the price!”
Tyrrell reacted quickly.
 He does not believe that death will help him for free, so he needs to ask the price in advance before making a decision.
 “There is no price, do you dare to believe me?”
 After Death said this, he let out a series of giggles.
 Tyrrell chose to remain silent.
 …
 The sacred mountain of Harrogas.
The situation is looking a lot better these days, at least it's not as tense as before.
 After all, Sonya has recovered her health. She is just a little confused about her own condition for a while. This is not a problem.
 On the contrary, the problem of how to deal with the Immortal Mr. Craig is put before us.
 The reincarnation of a warrior monk basically determines the path he will take in the future, but he still needs a little more important help.
Bloodline!
 In this matter, Karasim and Vandaloni, who have merged with Craig, can't help much. These two consciousnesses have gradually fallen asleep.
 Their experience and strength are completely integrated into this body full of vitality, waiting for the day to be awakened.
 Perhaps Craig will become a new legendary monk by then, and at that time he will have completely accepted all of his two "previous lives" and walked out on his own path.
 “Jordon Kule, come here!”
Burkeso roared, and the soul of Jotun Kule floated forward with some curses.
 What he could think of was that Bulcaisel was planning to make him a tool again, and would not hesitate to threaten him with weapons.
 Well, this is a somewhat sad story, but it’s not without its benefits.
 For example, the conditions given by Bulkeso.
 “A legend, and my blood.”
Burkasso gave the condition that he could deliver it now, looking at Jotun Kule.
These things may not be that precious. After all, if you are willing to look for Bulcaisel's blood, you can still find a lot of it.
 At least there are some on the ground now.
However, Bulkesso only needs Jotun Kule to operate Kanai's Cube, and this price is enough.
 The resurrection of a soul requires not only a strong will, but also a body that can bear its strength!
 “Can I replace the legend with a powerful enough corpse?”
Jotun Kule put forward his conditions with a smile.
 It is not an excessive condition.
 After all, the concept of "powerful" is relative.
The corpse of an existence at the level of Odin can also support the use of Jotun Kule for a short period of time.
To be continued...