A portal.
  Or, another portal.
 When it comes to barbarians, portals are always the first thing to appear.
This technology is so convenient that it is comparable to all kinds of transportation.
 Especially the issues of convenience and cost have allowed this spell to be widely spread and used in sanctuaries.
Sanya opened the portal and walked out from the other end, holding a mobile phone in her hand and looking a little confused.
 Not serious at all, and it doesn’t look like he’s here to cause trouble.
 It’s just that I can’t say how friendly he is.
 Electronic products are new gadgets to most barbarians. It’s just that the purpose of Sonya’s coming here was not to figure out how to operate something like a mobile phone.
She wanted to meet Auriel. In addition to telling Auriel some news, she also had some questions to ask the guys in front of her.
Oriel will not know anything about Malthael, but there is no reason for Oriel to know about things that Sonya has personally experienced.
 For example, the incantation related to "Our Lady of Grace".
Sanya didn’t believe this kind of thing. Only Rathma, the necromancer, knew that the archangel knew Lilith’s position well.
 But no archangel mentioned this matter.
Sanya was a little angry, so she wanted the truth.
 At least it has to be a truth that sounds like the truth.
 “Long time no see, how do you feel?”
Sanya greeted Auriel and already took out the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
This question was not what he wanted to ask, it was just a polite way of saying hello.
 It means the same thing as "Have you eaten?"
The ice-cold blade of the mountain-splitting ax revealed an ancient aura, seeming to threaten Auriel in front of her to deal with her question carefully.
 The cold wind enveloped the office in an instant.
 You can vaguely hear the whistling of the wind.
 The most superficial threat to Sonya is absolutely necessary.
 The guys in the higher heavens were a little dishonest in her eyes, so Sonya's methods seemed a little extra rough.
 But it works very well.
 “As you can see, it’s not bad.”
Aurel smiled.
 Hand tugged on the ribbon.
The Weeping Angels were trapped in place by the power of hope, motionless.
 Hope is everywhere, so observation also exists at all times.
Even if we hope, it is not easy to kill these monsters, but when facing Auriel, they have no room to move at all.
Oriel showed off his power, subconsciously reminding Sonya of the power gap between the two.
Sanya is not Leiko. The last time they met, Sonya had not yet faced the power of an archangel.
 Geniuses also need a process of growth, although for Sonya, this process is not a long one.
“I have met Malthaelle before, and he probably has contact with Lilith now. Who knows what the current situation will be like.”
Sanya said nonchalantly, looking at the mountain-splitting ax in her hand.
 The responsibility of Qualkek fell on her, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.
 This takes time, doesn’t it?
Aurel's move to promote force made Sonya feel a little depressed.
 It seems that the battle is hopeless again. The archangel mostly avoids fighting when facing the Nephalem.
Who knows what the mentality is?
 Maybe it’s to hide your strength, or maybe it’s just disdain?
Sanya was not too interested in this, she just wanted to get an answer from Auriel.
 I just don’t know if Auriel will give the answer she hopes for.
“I’m sorry, it’s really hard to be happy when I hear such news.”
Aurel’s hand holding the ribbon used a little strength.
The bodies of the Weeping Angels made of unknown materials made an overwhelming sound.
 Fortunately, there haven't been any obvious changes yet, and these things are still very solid.
The archangels are a little unclear on what exactly Malthael wants to do.
Perhaps Tyrael can know something. After all, justice and wisdom have always had a good relationship.
But even Auriel hasn’t seen Tyrell for a while.
 She can't quite feel things related to Tyrael, and Auriel doesn't want to delve into the reason why.
 As long as Tyrael doesn't die completely, Auriel somewhat dislikes Tyrael who is too powerful.
That guy is not old-fashioned, but he always acts like he is fooling others.
Favorability with Tyrael is a consumable. After all, the Archangel of Justice cannot go anywhere without being upright.
“Can I leave? I spent this time in fear.”
 Constantine scratched his hair.
He looked very embarrassed.
Even though Auriel helped him heal the injury of his broken hand, he didn't show any gratitude at all.
 After all, Constantine did not kneel down and beg angels to help him heal his body.
The angels he knew all liked to talk about exchange of interests, so his attitude towards Auriel was the same.
Not every human being is trustworthy, let alone these aliens.
 “Are you here to fight me?”
Aurel ignored Constantine's words and looked at Sonya with one eye.
The muscles on Sonya's body were trembling slightly, and she looked like she was excited.
Sanya likes fighting, because fighting can prove her talent in fighting.
Sanya is different from other barbarians, he is an out-and-out genius.
 At a young age, he has great power and weapons to challenge the existence of the highest peak.
 An opponent like an archangel rarely misses a chance to fight.
 Aurel has been prepared for this for a long time.
  “Not really.”
 Sanya gave a negative answer.
  Such an answer surprised Oriel a little.
 “Did Bulcaisel ask for it?”
“That’s my idea. After all, a general shouldn’t always be carried away by the excitement of battle.”
Sanya said this.
 She is much calmer than before, imitating the words and deeds of Old General Qualkirk.
 The anger also became calm and was hidden under the eternal ice.
“Then why do you want to appear in front of me? Do you just want to tell me that Malthael has achieved a staged goal?”
To be continued...