Just as Matthew and his team were walking towards SHIELD, the two demons in the Burning Hell met again.
how to say?
Diavolo seemed a little embarrassed when he met Baal, as if he didn't know where to start talking at this time.
However, this kind of atmosphere is not so unfamiliar to them. In the long time they have been together in the past, this kind of situation has not only happened a few times.
"Are you done?"
Diablo opened his mouth and broke the silence first. He showed his fine and sharp teeth. It seemed that these dangerous little things were eager to breathe.
Diavolo didn't come back just to see his brother, he had other things to do.
"You can't say that. I still have some unfinished business here."
Barr let out a long sigh and looked up at his brother in front of him.
He is the younger brother. Diavolo is the youngest of the three demon gods, and Baal is the second eldest, so Diavolo is a younger brother to Baal.
But now, it is only measured from the years of birth.
In terms of power, before Mephisto created Lilith, the Demon God of Hatred was the most powerful one.
A hateful demon who knows almost everything, those years can be regarded as one of the few times when the Burning Hell took advantage of the eternal war.
"Huh, it's really unforgettable. We have never had a Nephalem weigh down on our heads to this extent before."
Diavolo pretended to be careless as he spoke. He walked step by step to his throne, but did not sit down.
His words were full of dissatisfaction with Baal for handing over a share of the destruction to the barbarians. That kind of complaint did not sound like something coming from the mouth of a gloomy demon god.
"It sounds like Uldyssian didn't leave a deep impression on you back then, but before him, weren't we beaten by the first-generation Nephalem?
Don’t say that you and I have never failed, that’s worthless.”
Baal spewed "venom" at his brother. Although he was not simple-minded, he was not as gloomy as Diavolo.
Destruction is, after all, a simpler existence than fear.
At least the destruction doesn't need to be complicated. If it weren't for Mephisto, Baal would be the most powerful among the three demons.
After all, he is the benchmark for justice among the Hell Demon King group!
Justice has the most powerful power to maintain its authority, and destruction should do the same.
"The first generation Nephalem? Oh, although Lilith's children can no longer see any of them except Rathma, who knows whether those guys really chose to die obediently?"
Diavolo casually grabbed a ball of scorched earth that was still burning from the Burning Hell, and the spikes on his back began to emit demonic fire as if in response to the Burning Hell.
Diablo's heart was not as indifferent as he showed now.
The first-generation Nephalem were difficult to deal with no matter who they were, which gave Diavolo a headache. In order to deal with them back then, there was no cooperation between the Burning Hell and the High Heaven.
Those guys were so powerful that he would feel uncomfortable.
Even now, he has not let go of his wariness against those first-generation Nephalem.
It's impossible to say which of the things those guys left behind were tools made to become the God of Creation.
They had already realized this in the first generation of Bulcasso.
The only good news is probably that the last surviving first-generation Nephalem is the Rathma who became powerful through learning.
It takes time to learn and become strong. Even if Rasma is Lilith's favorite child and is blessed by knowledge, this will not allow Rasma to master the complicated things in an instant.
Knowledge is increasing!
The power of knowledge cannot be underestimated, but it is a pity that Lilith still looks like she cannot make any decisions.
This made Diavolo feel a little bit regretful.
This may be because their eldest brother is still too superficial in his exploration and creation, and Lilith's personality is not very complete.
"I don't believe that Malthael is eyeing Rathma, but he definitely has reason to eye Lilith. The power of wisdom and knowledge combined is no worse than fate and knowledge.
The only difference between the two is probably that the decision made by Inaris is not necessarily the best, but it is the one that best suits their demands.
And Malthael, what do you think he will choose?"
Baal looked at his brother with contempt. This contempt was simply inexplicable to Diavolo.
He is obviously the most powerful among the three demon gods, but both the "pure" second brother and the eldest brother who has turned into an idiot look down on him intentionally or unintentionally.
This feeling is very strange.
Diavolo is afraid. Even his two brothers cannot escape the emotion of fear when facing him, but he can't figure out why his two brothers are afraid of him while also facing him.
He was full of contempt.
This is not normal.
"The choices made by the Archangel of Wisdom will be almost the same as those made by the Angel of Destiny, but the choices made by the Angel of Death will only be more cruel. Which one do you think Malthael is more like now?"
Diavolo chose to answer the question with a new question, his expression twisted to a weird level.
But the corners of his ugly mouth were still raised.
Just like Mephisto and Baal looked at him with contempt, he also looked at his two brothers in the same way.
"Malthael will only make the 'right' decision, and more importantly, no one over there can stop him from being right."
Barr spoke slowly and leisurely, and dense cracks appeared on the ground of the Burning Hell.
New demons crawled out from inside.
Two demon gods are sitting in the Burning Hell, and the speed at which demons are spawned here has begun to increase.
"This method of accumulating strength is not very wise. At least I don't think these guys can play a decisive role in the final battlefield."
Diablo looked at the demon cubs that had just crawled out of the ground and said calmly.
Quantity can be effective against nephalem, but there is another prerequisite, that is, the quality cannot be too far behind.
The devils are the group with the largest number, almost endless.
But without Azmodan, the commander of the demon army, these guys are almost unable to play a role in high-end battles.
Even if a guy like the Plague King is recreated, it doesn't seem like there will be any big changes.
The high-end combat power of the Burning Hell is still somewhat inadequate when facing the Nephalem. Times have finally changed.
"When do we need to rely on these little things? Haven't we always relied on ourselves?"
Barr turned the ring on his hand boredly, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
He had a little clue about Diavolo's arrival, and the next step was to test it.
"I know that no amount of quantity can change anything, but have you really never thought about why the Nephalem are so powerful today?"
Diavolo rubbed his eyes with his paws. The scar left by Odin seemed to be aching. Although Diavolo knew very well that this was probably caused by psychological factors, he still couldn't help but care.
How can fear itself be indifferent to fear?
Especially since Diavolo did not choose the path that Baal took, he could not give up his humanity!
"Quantity, and the change of life. It has always been like this. There will never be any existence in this world that always enjoys care. But humans are an exception. The blessings of fate and knowledge have allowed them to have what they have today and have survived their weakest period.
Those years.
Why, would the 'great' Fear Demon feel jealous because of this kind of treatment? Stop making trouble, jealousy has never been your authority, and I can't even feel anything but fear from you."
Barr noticed the scars on Diavolo's eyes and just lowered his head and sneered.
Just like Diavolo didn't care much about scars, he also didn't care about the marks on his brother.
The Demon Lords of Hell never had any affection for each other in the first place, and they never had the emotions necessary for this kind of affection.
Personalized rules are not people after all.
"Bloodline! I mean bloodline!"
Diavolo's high-pitched voice made the Burning Hell begin to shake. The demons in the underground who had not had time to crawl out were directly turned into rotten flesh and buried in the ground during the vibration, becoming the next batch of demons.
The food from which demons are born.
"Huh? Do you want to become a Nephalem? Or do you want me to stuff you into the belly of some angel and be born again? Don't say that you plan to adopt Auriel as your mother. Saying that will only make me laugh.
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To be continued...