In the kingdom of the dead, Tyrell is paying attention to what is happening on the ground together with the death in front of him.
"Death...I mean Ashira, what are your plans?"
Tyrell looked at Death with a somewhat unswerving look, and quickly changed his words.
Death looked at everything in front of him quietly, as if he didn't know where to start on this topic.
"If you want to tell a story."
Death spoke to Tyrael meaningfully.
Tyrael is not completely worthless.
There is something in him that cannot be replaced by other existences.
Whether it is the emotional connection with Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom, or the inextricable connection with the barbarians.
Even if he died in the hands of Israel, he was still the Archangel of Justice recognized by Inprius and Auriel.
No one can take away his presence.
The justice in Rorschach is only derived from the person of the Archangel of Justice. Rorschach made his own choice and did not become a new Archangel of Justice.
Or maybe the stubborn Izual will change when facing Tyrael.
Death is not stupid. If she were stupid, she would not have been the only one unscathed in that war.
"I have several brothers, not from this side of eternity, but from another world."
As he spoke, Death turned into that girl-like appearance.
He looked a little nostalgic.
"The Sandman is the one who takes care of me the most, or his approach is just not understood.
And now, I want to bring him back. From the world forbidden by them for eternity.
He will understand me, and he is the only choice to master the power of dreams."
The words about death are unclear, and even the "story" is not told much.
It was just a matter of saying a person's name.
Tyrell listened quietly, waiting for the next story.
"Constantine has his objects in his hands, as well as the ruby ​​in the hands of the guy who calls himself Dr. Destiny.
Two objects are enough to awaken my brother's will.
As for Constantine, I have to say that his ability to not be haunted by dreams is worthy of my special regard.
It's just that he is a mortal after all, and he has never thought of going beyond the realm of mortals.
This makes me a little regretful.”
Death said so.
Looks bland.
This performance made Tyrell a little nervous.
He couldn't tell where his nervousness came from, but it had enveloped him.
When the deceased appears in front of death, he loses the ability to control himself.
No matter how powerful he was in life, the dead cannot defy death.
Unless death grants the privilege.
"You want to hear the process of the previous battle? No, I can't tell you. Because you will definitely make changes in our peaceful life.
How can justice be without bloodshed?"
Death smiled lightly and looked at Tyrell in front of him.
He appeared in front of Tyrell with a mocking and contemptuous attitude.
"Where do you stand?"
Tyrell asked, sweat could already be seen on his forehead.
But no one cares how the dead sweat.
"Position? What do you think? The balance between life and death? Or world peace?"
Death smiled and casually opened a scene in front of the two of them.
Above is the situation on Thanos' side.
A lot of alien technology has been added to the body of Burning Angel Ozil.
But this is not to make him stronger, but to firmly block Ozil's upper limit of strength.
The moment Tyrell saw Ozil, his pupils dilated.
"Mathael!"
He couldn't help but shout out the name of the Archangel of Wisdom. Ozil's appearance made him know that the time in this world was much shorter.
The excitement brought by seeing Ozil is more intense than seeing the King of Plague appear in the world.
The Plague King can only show that Baal is still unwilling to remain silent, and Ozil is the vanguard of Malthael.
The Soul Reaver is on his way.
Although Tyrell didn't recognize the purple guy with a chin like a fist, he knew that Ozil would not be controlled.
The Burning Angel has never been controlled.
In addition to bringing fire and cooked food, he also brought uncontrollable disasters.
Although Thanos is not weak, it is not enough to make Ozil bow!
"That guy, you should probably remember his name, Thanos, the Titan of Destruction.
He also has a younger brother, but now he doesn’t remember it at all.”
Death looked at Thanos' somewhat excited expression, but his excitement was waning.
This guy has died several times.
But every time, he runs rampant like a reckless wild boar. This kind of Thanos makes Death a little distressed.
An obsessive love?
It is a helpless burden and boredom.
"He will always take the path of destroying the world, sometimes he will succeed, sometimes he will fail.
But he will always walk on this road. I think he can replace the guy of annihilation. After all, destruction can be achieved as long as you have no conscience or remain indifferent.
Thanos at least needs to have some sense to be annihilated."
Death spoke softly.
Tyrell doesn't feel good.
"Is your inability to fight a disguise?"
He still asked, his eyes fixed on death.
"No, I'm really not good at fighting. Whether it's me in this world or the me in the world I was devoured. Fighting is too boring.
What is the purpose of fighting? The most serious thing is to bring death, and I am death, so there is no point in fighting for me."
Death said so.
One picture became two.
One side shows the situation on Thanos' side, and the other shows the battle situation on the Plague King's side.
The battle on the Plague King's side has become increasingly fierce. The poison and damage have made this place unsuitable for humans for decades.
Everyone present looked seriously injured.
"That arm is a creation of destruction. It's interesting. It reminds me of a guy who is always hungry, but no one ever wants him to be full."
Death talked about irrelevant topics, slowly sat on his throne and curled up.
To be continued...