"Let's talk about how to deal with Craig first, monk? I haven't seen him for a while."
Jordon Kule was spinning in mid-air while speaking at the top of his voice, holding Kanai's Magic Box in his hand and playing with it.
  Kanai’s Magic Box is exuding a round luster, which may be inextricably linked to Zortun Kule.
 After all, this thing took away the lifespan of an ancient Nephalem.
 “With whose blood?”
Burkaiso glared at Jotun Kule and said casually.
The old man named Zhan was watching what was happening here with an interesting expression, but his eyes did not glance at the bag on Bulcaisel's waist.
 The power of the Time Stone is very familiar to a Time Lord.
This thing is purer than the energy source of the TARDIS.
"Johanna is definitely indispensable, but should I use yours or Leiko's for the other one? Or Sonya, whose bloodline is closest to the first generation ancestor? Gagaga~"
Jotun Kule's irritating little voice kept ringing all the time, causing several people present to frown.
“Sanya is starting to get stronger, but this is not necessarily a good thing.”
Burkeso said with some distress, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand.
“The first generation ancestor believed in Lilith more. Who knows when he will appear in Sonya’s body. Do you dare to bet on this kind of thing?”
“That’s not my problem. As much as I want the nephalem to be above everything else, Lilith is a demon.
I don’t want demons to stand above humans, not even Lilith, the Nephalem’s mother!”
Zortun Kule put his hand into Kanai's Box, and a breeze rose around him.
Burkeso nodded, probably understanding Jotun Kule's reminder.
 Lilith is a demon, the daughter of hatred.
Diavolo and Baal are both her uncles. Maybe this guy will think from the devil's perspective.
But if you calculate it this way, the archangel and the devil have become relatives.
Inaris and the Archangels can also be considered brothers. In this way, the Demon God of Hell becomes the elder of the Archangels?
Jotun Kule took out his hand from the magic box and held a gem in his hand. The bursts of power on it were showing his existence to everyone present.
 “The gem of freedom?”
Burkeso read out the name of the gem, then put his hand into his backpack and rummaged around.
That gem looks somewhat similar to the one he upgraded.
Although it is not the original legendary gem, this gem can no longer be upgraded. Compared with the original legendary gem, its power is just a little behind.
“Don’t look for it, it’s yours.
This thing is called Freedom, so it has the ability to allow Craig to use the power of his previous life when necessary. Isn’t that a good thing? Gagaaaa~"
After hearing this, Bulcaisel's eyelids jumped, and the glory of the Oath Keepers appeared in his hands, as if he was about to knock the thief to death on the ground in the next moment.
Jotun Kule threw the free gem in his hand directly to Craig before Bulcaisel made a move towards him, and the gem emitted a dazzling light.
Then the gem fell out again and turned into a tall figure with a stooped body and a mask.
 “Natsubo!?”
Burkeso stood up directly and walked to Nazebo's figure.
“Oh, fate always points to an uncertain ending, I guess I will find you here.”
Natsubo turned his head and looked at his surroundings.
By the way, he nodded in the direction of Johanna.
　　The soul-eater he had left in Karashim's body previously allowed his will to emerge with the help of the Freedom Stone.
“Okay, man. I have to tell you what’s going on here, otherwise you might be surprised when you meet them!”
Natsubo sat cross-legged on the ground, looking like a giant frog.
 The bulging belly can prove that his appearance of weight loss is not due to poor food.
  It is just some damage to the body caused by excessive exposure to toxins and the soul.
 …
The meeting between Malthael and Lilith was certainly not going to be harmonious.
 After all, one is an archangel and the other is a demon.
 “Mathael, you would think of waking me up~”
Lilith’s voice is not unpleasant, and even has a strange charm.
 It's just that her consciousness doesn't seem to be very clear yet. Facing Malthael, she is still aloof.
 This is natural.
If anyone has ever been the undisputed king of Sanctuary, her name must be written at the top.
He led his group of children to kill almost all the demons and angels who stayed here.
 Even Inaris chose to retreat when facing Lilith.
 It just has little to do with her strength.
 It’s because those first generation Nephalem were powerful enough to be called gods.
 “I want knowledge, what do you think?”
Malthael's words made Lilith frown, and the horns on her head that revealed the ferocious beauty flashed with light.
"I will not surrender to you. Neither you nor they deserve my surrender."
 Lilith said seriously.
 Then he gently lifted Rasma up from the ground.
 “You” refers to the archangels, and “they” refers to the demon kings of hell.
 Lilith is a bit arrogant.
“What do you want from me? Tell me directly! Otherwise Rasma and I will make you suffer.”
 Lilith's body finally had an aura of emotion, and she took a step in the direction of Malthael.
He casually summoned the corpse belonging to Kanai hanging on the stone pillar next to him.
There was a flash of dark light, and flesh and blood appeared on the corpse.
 A large part of the authority of creation has been found by Lilith.
  After all, when everyone was exploring creation, only she truly gave birth to life.
That is not a creation, but a miracle of life.
 With the help of this incomplete creation, it is still possible to provide a body for one's own son.
“Bulkess, come back, come back to me. I won’t be as stubborn as your father, because knowledge is always enlightened~”
 Lilith was mumbling words.
As skin and flesh began to grow on Kanai's corpse, and the moment his heart began to beat, a mutilated soul broke away from Lilith's body and rushed into Kanai's body.
 “Ho! Rasma, you actually fucked me!”
The roar of the first-generation Bulcaiso did not continue, and his body was controlled by Lilith and Rathma.
 Lilith took possession of his incomplete soul that was sacrificed.
 And the corpse is in Rasma’s control!
“Brother, your attitude is not very good when facing your mother.”
Rasma whispered, and the ground was immediately enveloped by a cold breath.
 The Realm of the Dead appears again, and Rathma doesn't mind a battle with the first generation Bulkatho.
 The skeletons are climbing towards the ground little by little, and those faint green lights seem to turn into skeleton archers, skeleton warlocks and the like at any time.
To be continued...