In the sanctuary at this time, Malthael was followed by Lilith who was following in his footsteps.
Behind Lilith was Rasma with a gloomy face.
Three people were walking in a world that was gradually collapsing, and under their feet was the last land they could stand on.
representing the three beings of the three groups, walking silently.
Not far away, Nazbo, Li Min and Vera were quietly observing these three beings.
“Nazebo, are you sure you have informed Bulcaisu about what happened here?”
There was no panic in Li Min's voice, not even any fluctuations in emotion.
Master Li Min is a well-deserved genius.
If the authority of wisdom is not in the hands of Malthael, then she is expected to become the new wisdom now.
Mortal?
This is just a contemptuous name for angels. They heard the name Nephalem more often from the mouths of demons.
"I'm sure that given the character of those savages, if there was a chance to re-contact us, he would definitely do it."
Natsubo's voice sounded a little weak, and the witch doctor's voice always seemed a little out of breath.
Perhaps that tall body only qualifies spellcasters like witch doctors to pay the price?
Using souls, this list even includes one’s own soul.
The things witch doctors bear are definitely no easier than those of barbarians.
“Bulkesso, I always feel that he is full of secrets, although he is indeed a comrade worthy of our trust.”
Vera’s eyes under the hood were a little dazed. Restoring injuries and strength was not a problem in the original sanctuary, but now, survival itself has become a little difficult.
The world is on the verge of destruction, where are there enough resources to support these extraordinary and powerful people?
However, Malthael and Lilith don't seem to be interested in them now, at least that's what it seems.
Malthael was just measuring the remaining land with his own feet, and Lilith's thoughts were not visible on her cold face.
The only one who could possibly tell them more, Rasma, was now like a child without a voice, following behind her mother.
"I still have a chance, at least as long as I have one chance, I can wrest the authority of wisdom from Malthael!"
Li Min's voice was filled with determination.
The magic power in her body is no longer suppressed by her, and everything that wisdom has explored has begun to evolve around her.
Such an action was already considered a provocation to Malthael.
Archangels can be divided into two types in most cases. One type is guys like Prius and Auriel, who never stingyly gather everything into themselves.
But continue to give these wonderful foods to everyone equally.
And the same is true for Malthael.
The beauty of wisdom lies in sharing and the collision of thoughts, and the greatness of death lies in never being favored in a biased way.
The other type is guys like Tyrael and Isreal in the past, maybe adding the name of Inarius.
The authority is gathered in themselves, and no one can usurp it from their hands.
Tyrael's transformation also came about after he discovered that the authority of justice was separated from judgment.
As for Inarius and Ysreal?
They are still the same as before, they control their own destiny and their own balance!
That’s why talents cannot control their destiny, and they can see unequal things happening around them everywhere.
“Then what? Then replace Malthael as the wisdom of this world, and then replace him and die with the death of the world?”
Vera's words were not polite at all. Although she still hated the archangel, what Malthael did now was a bit hard for her to describe.
The death of the world means that everything left in this world will be buried with it. The same is true for Malthael as a wisdom. Perhaps he is ready to die to the world and himself.
As for Lilith, that guy who has no knowledge but needs help even making decisions cannot be so smart.
The only question now is what kind of plan Rasma has in mind!
“We will continue to exist, at least that’s what the soul of this world tells me.”
Natsubo began his eloquent speech again, and the skin that was originally full of wrinkles became smoother little by little.
This strong body used to pay the rewards of those souls is filled bit by bit with vitality.
The easiest way to identify whether a witch doctor is powerful is to look at his appearance.
The vitality in a strong body is the reward for those souls. The weaker and more wrinkled the appearance is, the more souls the witch doctor has.
Just like a company that pays wages, the soul is the employee.
It's a pity that the upper limit of this company is there, affected by the body.
“Did those souls choose to disappear on their own, or were they forced to disappear amid the destruction of the world?”
Li Min's voice has become stern.
At this time, there is no need to worry about whether your question is offensive to a witch doctor.
Natsubo's answer will determine what kind of determination Li Min will make.
“It was I who gave them their freedom.”
Natsubo's eyes became slightly cloudy.
The crouched body also began to stretch little by little, and strong muscles were gradually attached.
With the physical condition of a witch doctor, if he had chosen the path of a warrior from the beginning, he would never be what he is now.
Tall, agile, and full of strength.
“Mathael didn’t respond to me, but I don’t want to continue reading like this!”
Li Min finally couldn't bear it anymore. She has never been a weak person!
Hmm, I have never been the kind of being who can only wait for the other party to show new compassion!
Even facing Malthael, the archangel who possesses all the wisdom in the world, Li Min still has no fear!
Even though she knew very well how helpless she would appear when facing the Archangel of Wisdom.
Because Prius can take back all his courage, Malthael can naturally take back the wisdom that fills the world!
For Li Min, this is the greatest misfortune.
Had it not been for Malthael's involvement in death, Li Min would not have faced this guy who was considered the source of wisdom.
Now she kind of misses Jotun Kule's biting sarcasm.
The battle between wisdom and wisdom, between strong and weak, has no possibility of functioning.
And knowledge is the most powerful means when facing wisdom!
“Then, we also need some protection that can block those guys. Neither mages nor demon hunters are good at head-to-head combat, and Malthael is a real warrior.”
As Natsubo spoke, the ground began to surge.
Zombie Behemoth's soul is one of the few souls whose contract he has not broken.
“Being wise, he actually chose to become a warrior and fight there. Malthael pieced together everything that disgusts me!”
Li Min said this and looked at Rasma with a majestic look.
There is no need to hide, Malthael and everyone else are very clear about the situation in this world.
The ground will become smaller and smaller. Even if the archangel and the highest-level demon Lilith use their feet to stabilize the few areas of ground in this world, they cannot stop this from happening.
“Perhaps this is his wisdom.”
Vera took out a throwing knife, the sharp edge of Jani!
Those who dare to argue with the demon hunter Jani will soon discover that Jani can "get to the point" with her amazing thinking skills!
And Vera is the strongest among the group of demon hunters!
“The battle is about to break out. It really makes me miss the good times of my youth.”
Natsubo said this and finally stood up straight!
Those slender and well-defined muscles ensure that his body has strong destructive power!
Before he used his body as a reward to hire souls, Nazebo was also an excellent warrior. At least in the "play" among the midnight children, Nazebo had no less power than Bulcaisel among the barbarians.
lofty status.
It's a pity that his body does not have the fat to protect itself.
Fat is already the cheapest reward he can pay to those powerful souls.
“I want to know if you captured Rasma’s soul, what would you give him as a reward?”
Vera asked Nazbo with a beautiful curve at the corner of her mouth.
“I think the fat in the large intestine might be a good choice? But necromancers are also experts in souls.”
Nazipo shook the voodoo doll in his hand. The small face of the voodoo doll was ferocious and full of pain!
That’s Zul!
The voodoo doll contains Zul's immortal resentment!
One of Rasma’s best students!
The noble hero who used his own power to stand in front of his teacher during the Necromancer's cleansing of the world!
Self-sacrifice, hope for exile!
He who is brave and fearful!
And, a pioneer in pursuing the balance of human stance!
Zur!
"Natsubo! You'd better not think that my teacher is just a spell caster! He is so powerful in close combat that it makes me despair!"
The voodoo doll opened its mouth and let out a hearty laugh!
He is not despairing!
He died under Rathma's scythe, but as the best necromancer besides Rathma! He was not soft enough to be killed easily!
“Come on! Let me see the final outcome, life and death!”