797 Those who claim to be gods must be seriously ill!
"To be honest, when I disappeared into Malthael's hands, I thought he would directly destroy my soul.
As a result, I didn't expect that that guy actually released all the Nephalem souls."
Natsubo said while chewing the dried meat.
It was somewhat difficult for him to understand the choice Malthael made.
Although Natsubo is the kind of person who lives a very transparent life, he cannot see through the soul essence of an archangel.
"Malthael had a great dream, and he started out just like Tyrael.
It's just two good friends taking different paths.
Who can say who is wrong?
If they didn't kill humans, I think it would just be a matter of position between them and us."
Bulkesso curled his lips.
Hatred has been born, so this is not an issue that can be explained by different stances.
Bulkatho will take action directly when he sees Malthael and use all his means to kill this enemy.
As for Tyrael... no one knows where he is now.
However, the status of "dead" has been determined.
The only question is whether the other archangels have thought of saving Tyrael's soul.
One... who surrendered both his justice and the authority of the Archangel, leaving only the soul named Tyrell.
"Tell me about the current situation.
You're not sure where Diavolo is?
Are you talking about the Diavolo who occupies Leia's body, or the Diavolo who truly represents the power of fear?"
Vera glanced sideways at Bulcasso.
"Both."
Bulcasso's face didn't look good when he said this.
These three old guys have all thought about Diavolo's identity.
And came up with almost unanimous answers.
Diavolo is probably not the original fear demon.
As for the question of who the original Dread Demon became, they never got the answer.
To what extent the power of the Great Demon God can be reached, Bulcaisuo had an estimate in his mind.
But when I was in the high-level heaven, my brother Diavolo, the great demon god, only showed the power of fear.
This matter has concerned Bulkesso for a long time.
After all, the Great Demon God is also half the Creator God.
How could they just appear to be much stronger than Imprius and the others, but not be able to use the level of authority of a creation god?
Bulcaisel blocked the existence of his own fear, so he had the upper hand when facing the great devil.
If the Great Demon God at that time had used other powers, he would not have failed so miserably...
"do not worry about it.
But do you plan to bring back Karashim?
He's a good guy, if you don't count the Vandaloni in his soul."
Natsubo patted Bulkeso on the shoulder.
The skinny hands fell on the bulging muscles covered with scars, which looked a little awkward.
"I tried.
But both Karasim and Vandaloni rejected me.
They said their lives had come to an end, so they left everything to Craig.
He also told me to tell you that you can treat Craig as him."
The corners of Bulkesso's mouth twitched when he said this.
Karasim put it simply.
How could this kind of thing be solved as he said?
Think of Craig as Karashim?
Stop making trouble, who among the three old guys present doesn’t know what the reincarnation of a monk is?
That is not rebirth, it is simply handing over experience and accumulated "wisdom" to a brand new individual.
Even if you can see the shadow of the past in the newly born monk, it can only be a shadow.
"The ridiculously stubborn Karashim, cheers to Karashim who brings his story to an end!"
Nazbo held the pottery bowl in his hand high, the wine was swaying in the bowl, and it was about to spill out.
"cheers!"
"For the foolish and wise Krashim!"
Bulcasso and Vera raised the pottery bowls together and bumped them together heavily.
The wine in the three pottery bowls splashed with force, and then an exchange of wine in the three pottery bowls was completed.
Some things are like this wine and don't need to be distinguished clearly.
"Three excellent Nephalem.
Are you Bulcasso? Then you are Vera and Nazebo?
May all gods protect you."
The voice of sky goddess Yin Na suddenly sounded on the crystal dome.
"I didn't prepare a fourth pottery bowl."
Bulqueso's eyelids twitched.
His eyes became a little dangerous.
No one likes to have a few extra people suddenly show up when gathering with friends.
Especially since this guy looks so condescending!
Vera and Nazebo may not care about the "protection of all gods" mentioned by Yin Na.
But Bulcasso will care!
For it has always been the savages who have called upon Bulcasso's name to seek refuge.
The gods who emerged at this time want to protect the immortal king of the barbarians?
This is already considered a provocation.
"My name is Yin Na. I appeared here because I heard you talking about Karasim and Vandaloni."
Yin Na's body is filled with a clean breath.
The sky is always clear and spotless.
The dust in the world can only obscure human sight. In fact, dust cannot contaminate Yin Na's body.
"Sky?"
Bulcasso casually revealed Yin Na's authority.
Then he withdrew his gaze.
Bulcasso doesn't like guys like Yin Na. Who in this world should be superior?
"Naturally?" Yin Na looked at Bulcasso before continuing: "It seems that there are also the powers of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell and several archangels?"
"It's none of your business!"
Burcasso's anger flickered.
Natsubo, who was arm-in-arm with him, suddenly took back his burned hand.
"Although there is a slight age difference between us, we can still be considered a generation.
Then, Lord God of the Sky, if you plan to find a barbarian who can talk to you.
Then I suggest you go find Kanai? Or Warusk?
How about Orak?”
Natsubo said a series of names.
He hasn't had time to hear what happened to these guys...
"I didn't mean any harm."
"I know, if you come to me with malicious intentions! Then you should have cooled down your heated brain in the fountain of heaven by now!"
Bulcasso took a swig of wine.
This time he didn't look back.
Uninvited guests are annoying most of the time.
"Natsubo. Those ancestors you mentioned are gone."
Bulcaisuo said with a crooked mouth.
"Okay, they're all dead.
It is normal to go to rest early.
Who says the soul doesn’t need sleep?”
Natsubo muttered twice.
Vera drank her wine in silence.
In fact, none of the three people present had a good impression of Yin Na.
Even though there was admiration and respect for this hero before, that kind of respect became a thing of the past the moment Yin Na disturbed the gathering of old friends.
Vera just never used her own language to express hostility.
She prefers to weaken her presence and then unleash a sudden blow.
"I have something for you to go to..."
"Shut up!"
Bulcaisuo interrupted Yin Na's words rudely.
Although it has not reached the stage of direct confrontation, the atmosphere is still tense.
"Monk! I respect you who fight for the survival of mankind.
But you should at least know who you're dealing with!"
Bulcasso stood up, his hands already pressed on the handles of the two swords.
The head of all gods? Yin Na of the sky?
How about that?
Although Yin Na is among the group of warrior monks, apart from the first generation founder, there is no other powerful existence older than Yin Na.
But to put it bluntly, the status of the head of the gods is the same as that of the immortal king!
Who is nobler than whom?
"I have no ill intentions."
"But you are full of arrogance!
I think you have completely forgotten how to be polite as a person after becoming the God of Laoshizi!
Even if you want to join our banquet, you should honestly ask first!"
Bulcaisel began to move his shoulders.
Even Bulcaisel, who lives in the sanctuary, is not afraid of Yina.
Yin Na was a powerful monk who had the power over the sky, but at that time Bulcaisuo was also the immortal king who had the power over nature!
Both of them are so powerful that they can be called gods!
And Bulcaisel is still a barbarian!
"Bulkess, this is a high-level paradise.
It’s okay if we hold a banquet at someone else’s house.
But isn’t it a little too much to fight in someone else’s house?”
Natsubo stood up unsteadily and in a drunken state.
Although his legs are still bent, he does not look short.
"Prius and Oriel have moved!
They now live in a civilian area three streets away from my blacksmith shop.
It seems that Israel was killed by someone.
Only Inaris is home now!
As for the angel Malthael, he probably has no intention of meeting my wrath in the high heaven."
Bulcaisuo finally turned his attention to Yin Na.
There was something incomprehensible in his eyes.
Bulcaisel could not understand how a person could hypnotize himself into a god different from human beings.
This was a bit funny in Bulkesso's eyes.
If you don't do good things, you have to say that you are a god?
What's wrong with this? Was it because he was beaten by the Demon King of Hell and couldn't think normally?
You must know that the people of Sanctuary will worship the first generation Nephalem as gods when praying.
But none of those people who are regarded as gods claim to be gods.
At this time, Yin Na felt a little like this.
She seems to really regard herself as some kind of god.
"Stab~"
There was a small sound of a sharp weapon piercing the armor and body!
"You didn't talk so much nonsense before.
Should I say that your self-cultivation skills have improved?
If it had been in the past, you would have already struck at this guy with a knife when he interrupted our banquet."
Vera poked her head out from behind Yin Na's body which was dissipating little by little and said.
Vera likes to wear a hood, but her hood is not like an archangel's hood that can completely hide her appearance.
"Yes, people around me say that my temper has improved a lot."
Bulcasso glanced at the gradually broken Yina and knew that this was just a phantom.
I simply stopped paying too much attention to it.
"Krashim's body change cannot make him look like a normal person.
I remember that Karashim’s body changes were always colorful, and it looked like he had fallen into fuel.”
Natsubo dragged Bulcasso and sat on the ground again.
Then he placed the sacrificial knife and voodoo doll on the ground beside him, and picked up the wine bowl again.
"If there was no water in Yin Na's head, she wouldn't bother us again.
My attack just now was not aimed at Phantom.
That guy seems to be able to change places with his own body?"
Vera picked up the dagger in her hand and looked at it.
A little blood stain can be seen on the tip of the dagger.
"I remember that the dagger I made for you was Jiani's sharp edge.
As a result, you have now changed to the Blade of Jealousy?"
Bulqueso glanced at the dagger in Vera's hand and shouted with a bit of impatience.
"Stubborn old man! Have you ever seen anyone who always takes other people's gifts to stab them?
Moreover, the Blade of Jealousy will definitely hit the target with the first blow.
Wouldn't it be good to use it for sneak attacks?"
Vera shook off the blood beads on the dagger and sat on the ground again.
"I met Jiani in person back then.
The dagger in her hand is also the most gorgeous I have ever seen.
Of course, I am not talking about the appearance of the dagger, but the fighting posture."
Bulcaisel seemed to be talking about something irrelevant.
"I know that you always like that simple and rough fighting style.
Isn't it simple and crude enough for me to shoot with a hand crossbow?
I remember back then I held my usual hand crossbow in my left hand and Dawn in my right hand.①
I didn’t see you praising me even when the demonic tide caused a rain of blood!”
Vera said and threw the hood behind her.
Revealing that somewhat too fair face.
A head of black hair seems to be giving birth to a mystery.
"At that time, I was using Whirlwind on the other side.
You can't ask a barbarian to maintain balance and recognize the way while using Whirlwind, and also be able to clearly see how handsome his comrades are in battle, right?
But I remember that time I killed 100,000 demons first.
A whole day faster than you."
Bulcasso tilted his head and took another sip of wine.
"I don't remember competing with you at that time."
Vera took a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into her mouth, and said vaguely.
"I initiated the competition unilaterally.
The result was that I won, so I didn’t tell you.”
Bulcasso glanced in the direction of the door of the Crystal Dome.
There seems to be something wrong with Johanna's breath over there.
This is a bit weird.
Inarius should not have the strength to defeat Johanna at this time.
As an angel who was sent to the burning hell and tortured for who knows how many years.
There wouldn't be so much power left in Inaris' body.
"We were eating meat and drinking wine, and Johanna was guarding the door for me?
Isn’t it a bit bad to do this?”
Nazbo touched the voodoo doll next to him.
Then a small group of ghost children suddenly appeared next to Natsubo.
Those little guys don't look very good-looking.
But Natsubo doesn't care at all about the images of the little clansmen he summons.
The zombie monster is ugly enough, but the zombie dog is even uglier.
And these ghost children are the most beautiful individuals that Natsubo can create and can move freely.
"Can your ghost child tell who is the enemy?"
Bulcasso glanced at the little guys who were as lively as naughty children, and then asked.
"That's not true.
That's because these little guys can sense what will happen if they attack Johanna.
Although these little guys are not alive, they still have the instinct of life.
Does this prove that the instinct of life can actually affect the soul?"
Nazebo clapped his hands, and then watched the little guys running in the direction of Johanna.
"That's something you should think about.
But I always feel like there’s something wrong with this guy Inaris.”
Bulcaisel muttered.
Then he stuffed a large piece of dried meat into his mouth, then took out the black bread and took a bite.