In the high-level heaven, Tyrell, who has returned to the human world, is already standing on the crystal dome!
 He accepted Ezreal’s invitation and returned to this place without any intention of giving in!
　　Has Tyrael ever been afraid? Even when Israel killed him not long ago and took that power from him.
 Death comes first! Wisdom comes last!
 The power that Tyrael possesses now is enough for Israel to treat with caution!
One is the Archangel of Balance. The power in his body was reduced when facing Kanai! However, he took away the power to survive from his brother, the Archangel of Justice Tyrell!
The other is the former Archangel of Justice. Justice who had the courage to shout "You have no right to judge me" got a share of death with the help of a death who must have a calculation in his heart!
 Even the Avengers who use this power to contain the wisdom of this world in themselves!
Perhaps he does not intend to bring death to his brother, but he will definitely seek the justice he needs from Israel!
 “Tyrell! You shouldn’t have come back!”
The flesh and blood all over Yizuer's body constantly emitted a rancid smell, the souls of angels! The bones of demons! And the flesh and blood peeled off from "human" bodies!
 It is an angel but it is neither an angel!
 It is a devil but it is not a devil!
 It is human but not human!
 But the only thing that remains unchanged is his noble soul that belongs to an angel, which even the devil's bones cannot affect!
“Yizur, your body has decayed! Your bones are like a piece of music picked up from the ditch! Only your flesh and blood can still tell how much you still insist on your own goodness!
 You need the embrace of death! Death is a kindness to all life, and it is also the world’s gift to life.”
Tyrrell’s voice is vast and divine!
 What about the power of death?
 This cannot affect a noble soul! Besides, death itself is the world’s gift to life.
Whether it is Malthael or Tyrael now, their will still exists, and they use this amazing power according to their own wishes.
"Your flesh and blood was not obtained by sacrificing your life. Now tell me, what did you do to that person?"
Tyrael asked aggressively. If Yizuer had a real body, he would be sweating profusely!
At this time, the flesh and blood all over his body began to peel off bit by bit, and the stench continued to emit!
  Waves of bewitching power floated in the air as the flesh and blood peeled off!
From the flesh and blood of one sinner, and the breath of two men?
"Don't you think that Israel knows nothing about this? Yizuer! You have violated the iron law of the high heaven and should not interfere with everything in the world! But it doesn't matter, because we are not supposed to guard it in the first place.
That iron law, watch disaster happen!"
Tyrrell's voice became even louder! He seemed to be planning to start his noble speech, as if he wanted to express his appreciation for Yizuer in front of him.
Hearing this, Yizuer slowly stretched out his hand and took out a piece of metal full of cracks from his heart!
The wild atmosphere above made Tyrell's expression change!
“Mardoc, the battle prophet can now remove the prefix of battle.”
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Madoc's disappearance was not hidden from him, but there was still something about what this barbarian did that exceeded his expectations.
Tyrrell shook his head and looked at the entrance of the crystal dome!
　　Israel’s figure holding a parchment is already standing there!
 “You came a little faster and a little faster than I thought. My brother!”
 Israel's voice was not as loud as Tyrael's, but it was clearly audible.
His voice brought balance to this conversation that was originally full of inequality!
 Yizur’s expression returned to calm!
In the face of balance, there is no sinner and no judge!
 There is no strong or weak!
 All things are equal, life will be equal in peace and dignity!
 Hope will be equal to death!
 The base will be equal to the noble!
 And fate will restrain its claws in the face of will!
 Itrael! Archangel of Balance!
 The archangel who single-handedly made Inarius never reach the rank of archangel!
 If fate cannot control everything, then it will fall far short of the status of an archangel!
 Inaris is weak because he is strong! In front of Inaris, he will never reach the strongest level that his destiny should have achieved!
"Barbarians have never lacked wisdom. Even Malthael would admit it. After all, they are the children of fate and knowledge. Whether they are Inarius or Lilith, they all have enough power for us to take them seriously."
The parchment in Israel's hand was gently unfolded, and Inaris held a quill in his hand and was writing and drawing on it.
If Leia stood here, she would find that this quill was the one used by the last Horadrim, his grandfather, Deckard Cain.
The establishment of the Horadrim was never Tyrael's only effort. It also included the guidance of fate, the support of balance, the addition of courage, and the accompaniment of hope!
 Of course it also attracts fearful attention, destructive hostility, hatred and painful torture!
 The means are the seemingly inconspicuous war and lies!
This quill is Israel’s help!
Now that Balance has taken back what belongs to him, he faces the menacing Tyrael!
 “This flesh is full of sin. How much stock have you kept?
I think the connection between Madoc and you should have been established the moment you returned to the higher heaven, right? Otherwise, how could this piece of 'sadness' become your heart?"
 Isreal lowered his head and continued to write and draw, with a casual tone that didn't seem to care about it at all.
Of course, he has nothing to care about.
He just wants one Yizuer to exist. Whether those two "people" survive is of no value to him.
"This is my last inventory. The guy who died ten thousand times has been judged by one of the masters of suffering. I will no longer get this flesh and blood to maintain my existence."
 Yizur said with a wry smile.
 Purple human flesh and blood.
 From the metal body forged by Lasuk for the Purple Man!
 Just retain the ability to move one's life, but there is no need to endure that kind of pain!
 The flesh and blood of the purple man continued to proliferate under the power of Rasuk and Madok, and then passed to Yizuer's body through this broken piece of "sorrow".
 Faced with balance, Yizuer has nothing to hide.
Perhaps everything he did has already fallen into Israel’s eyes.
 Comparing the existence of three completely different forces in one life, how can it be possible without the help of balance?
 “I accepted your invitation, now it’s time for you to give me an answer!”
As Tyrell spoke, his expression suddenly changed!
 A soul appeared in his hand, a soul with a weird smile!
 The soul of the laughing craftsman!
 As the master of death authority in this world, the souls of the dead in this world are nominally under his control.
 But the ordinary dead should appear in the kingdom of the dead!
 This soul is a bit unusual!
“An answer to what? An answer about our allies? An answer about a god who will replace this world? Or an answer about Malthael?”
To be continued...