Saint Shuria, or a place of refuge, anything can be used.
This place has been turned into a complete ruin.
Even the place where we can stay is at most the size of a slightly larger house.
But there are still people moving around here.
"Mathael, are you going to guard me here?"
If Lilith's voice wasn't so gloomy, it might be a little nice to hear.
Lilith has always had that kind of evil beauty on her body, with a hint of ferocity in her beauty.
The devil's physical signs and intellectual temperament can be clearly felt in her body.
But now there are only two guys left in this ruins.
Lilith and Malthael.
Rasma's figure disappeared, and as for Vera, Li Min and Nazebo, it was as if they had never existed.
The battle was very brutal, at least it could be seen from Malthael's tattered cloak.
"I have no intention of disappearing from this world with you.
I just need to buy a little bit of time.
I will kill everything that has anything to do with the devil, there is no doubt about that."
Malthael's voice was still hoarse, and still sounded so cold.
But death?
Lilith could see that Death was almost beaten to pieces in the previous battle, although he was still recovering.
But Malthael no longer occupies the same crushing position at this time.
"They just disappeared temporarily, death is not destruction.
They existed and lived.
But I didn’t let them disappear completely.”
Malthael's statement is a bit strange.
Death is not the point for Rasma, it never has been.
Necromancers have never been so stubborn that they cannot be resurrected after death.
If Rasma's existence is not destroyed, then this man will not be terminated.
"Of course, but you don't just die.
Your real goal is knowledge?"
When Lilith said the words, a pair of blood-red eyes looked at Malthael in front of her.
Lilith wasn't sure how much fighting power this guy still had, but if they were to fight, Lilith didn't think she would definitely lose.
It's just that it doesn't seem like it's time to determine a winner yet.
At least she won't do this until Lilith has asked the questions she wants to know.
"Fear is reborn in you.
I was a little curious at the beginning, why did you do this.
Even in my eyes, your children are tools for you to pursue something.
But you, being a pure devil, don't seem to see them as just tools.
So Lilith, what do you want to get?"
Malthael tilted his head and looked at Lilith in front of him, as if he was looking for the feeling of the fearful demon god back then.
All this may have been hidden from the archangels at first, but the wise archangel among them, who is always taciturn, could not have discovered any clues.
He probably didn't do anything about it for some reason.
"My purpose?
I am the blessed Virgin of the Nephalem, and I love my children.
What is the purpose of doing this?
Am I supposed to be the source of fear, so I can't think otherwise?
We have existed for too long. In addition to the rules we represent and the pursuit of a higher level of existence as a life, can we not have other pursuits?
Or do you think it’s so weird and ridiculous for a hell demon to pursue ‘love’?
No, you don't think so.
You are wisdom, and all actions in life cannot escape the two states of wisdom and blindness.
You know all this very well!
As a guy who accepted the objects discarded by Inarius, Israel could see the choices of life from that limited destiny.
There's no reason you can't!
So Malthael, is there anything necessary to destroy the demon?
Or are you afraid of the Nephalem?"
Lilith had a smile on her face as she spoke.
She did not deny that she was the former Diavolo, and even said that she did all this for "love".
But there is not much love in her actions.
“Omniscient does not mean omnipotent, but omnipotence must mean omniscience.
Lilith, compared to you now, I still think that foolish and reckless Diavolo is easier to face.
I know those Nephalem will come back.
The authority over life is not only held by Rasma, but Bulkesso, your son, also has this ability.
So death is just a tool I use to achieve my goals.
But your children are firmly on the opposite side of us."
Malthael said this and casually took off the hood he had been wearing.
It was a handsome and even somewhat weak face, exuding unique charm regardless of gender.
In other words, as a human being, no one can show this kind of charm.
Looking at that look, Malthael didn't think he was the angel of death who had brought countless deaths.
Said to be the Archangel of Wisdom, he is far from the image of the powerful warrior who killed countless demons in legends.
"Life will inevitably fall into death, and the authority over death can be mine or you.
As long as there is an immortal existence, it can be done.
But if you want to complete the reincarnation of life, then only life can control the authority of life.
This sounds fair, but in fact it is not fair at all.
Lilith, there must be a way to circumvent this restriction in your knowledge.
So I'm willing to talk to you, but I'm just as stubborn as I am."
Malthael didn't care that the evaluation he gave himself seemed to be somewhat derogatory.
This is very common for wisdom.
If he is secretive about his own evaluation, then he will not be very smart.
Smoothness may be a type of wisdom, but knowing yourself is the first step to wisdom.
Malthael has long been wisdom itself.
"Yes, you stubbornly believe that as a wise man, you are the one who should control the world.
You are the only one who wants to be the God of Creation sincerely.
To be continued...