Dark Savages Come To the United States

In the Sanctuary at this time, behind Malthael was Lilith who followed in his footsteps.

And behind Lilith was Rathma with a gloomy face.

The three of them wandered in a world that was gradually collapsing, and the land under their feet was the last land they could stand on.

The three beings representing the three groups walked silently.

And not far away, Nazebo, Li Min and Vera are quietly observing these three existences.

"Nazbo, are you sure you have informed Burkasso about what happened here?"

There was no panic in Li Min's voice, not even any emotional fluctuations.

Mage Li Min, 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 scornful name for angels. The name nephalem is more often heard from the mouth of demons.

"I'm sure, according to the character of those barbarians, if there is a chance to reconnect with us, then he will definitely do it."

Nazebo's voice sounded a little weak, and the witch doctor's voice always felt a little out of breath.

Perhaps that tall body just made spellcasters like witch doctors eligible to pay the price?

Use the soul, and even include your own soul in this list.

The burden of the witch doctor will definitely not be easier than those of the barbarians.

"Bulkelso, I always feel that he is full of secrets, although he is indeed a comrade worthy of our trust."

The eyes under Vera's hood were a little dazed. Recovering injuries and strength was not a problem for the original Sanctuary, but now, survival itself has become a bit difficult.

The world is on the verge of destruction, where are there enough resources to support these extraordinary powerhouses?

But now Malthael and Lilith seem to have no interest in them, at least it seems so.

Malthael was just measuring the remaining land with his own feet, and Lilith's icy face couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Rasma, the only one who could tell them more, now follows her mother like a child without a voice.

"I still have a chance, at least as long as I have one chance, I can take the power of wisdom from Malthael!"

There was a sense of determination in Li Min's voice.

The mana 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 for Masail.

Archangels can be divided into two types in most cases. One is guys like Imprius and Auriel, who have never been stingy and gathered everything to themselves.

Instead, they continue to give these wonderful foods to everyone equally.

And so did Marsay.

The beauty of wisdom lies in the collision of sharing and thinking, and the greatness of death lies in the fact that there has never been partial love.

The other kind is guys like Tyrael and Yserial, maybe you can add the name of Inaris.

The authority is gathered on their own, and no one can usurp it from their hands.

Tyrael's transformation also came after he discovered that the authority of justice had been separated from judgment.

As for Inarius and Yzreal?

They are still the same as in the past, they have mastered 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.

"And then? Then replace Malthael as the wisdom of this world, and replace him with the death of the world?"

Vera's words were not polite at all, although she still loathed that archangel, what Marthael did now made her somewhat indescribable.

The demise of the world means that everything left in this world will be buried with him. The same is true for Marthael as wisdom. Perhaps he is ready to give the world and himself death.

As for Lilith, that guy who has no knowledge but needs help to make a decision won't be so smart.

The only question now is what kind of plan exists in Rathma's heart!

"We will continue to exist, at least that's what the soul of this world tells me."

Nazeebo started his nagging speech again, and the skin that was originally full of wrinkles became smoother at this time.

This strong body used to pay those soul rewards was filled with vitality little by little.

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 the appearance, the more wrinkled it is, the more souls the witch doctor has.

Like a payroll company, the soul is the employee.

It's a pity that the upper limit of this company is there, affected by the body.

"Those souls chose to disappear or, in the shattering of the world, did they have to disappear?"

Li Min's voice has become severe.

At this time, there is no need to worry about whether his own problem is an offense to a witch doctor.

Nazebo's answer will determine what Li Min will make up his mind.

"It was me who gave them their freedom back."

Nazeebo's eyes became cloudy a little bit.

The crouched body also began to stretch a little bit, and put on strong muscles little by little.

With the physical condition of a witch doctor, if he had chosen the path of a warrior from the beginning, he would definitely not be what he is now.

Tall and agile, full of strength.

"Masail didn't respond to me, but I don't want to just watch it like this!"

Li Min finally couldn't bear it anymore, she was never weak!

It has never been the kind of existence that can only wait for the other party's new life to show mercy!

Even facing Malthael, the archangel who has mastered all the wisdom in the world, Li Min is still fearless!

Even though she knew very well how helpless she would appear when facing the Archangel of Wisdom.

Because Prius can take back all the courage, Malsail can naturally take back the wisdom that sprinkles the world!

For Li Min, this is the greatest misfortune.

If it hadn't been for Masail's involvement in death, Li Min would never have faced this guy who was regarded as the source of wisdom.

Now she kind of misses Jotun Kooler's biting sarcasm.

The battle between wisdom and wisdom, there is no possibility of the slightest operation between the strong and the weak.

And knowledge is the most powerful means to face wisdom!

"Then, we still need some protection that can stop those guys. Neither mages nor demon hunters are good at hard fighting, and Malthael is a real fighter."

As Nazeebo spoke, the ground began to heave.

The Zombie Behemoth's soul is one of the few he hasn't broken its bond with.

"As wisdom, he actually chose to become a warrior to fight there, Malsayer put together everything that disgusts me!"

Li Min said so, looking at Rasma majestically.

There is no need to hide anymore, no matter whether it is Marthael or anyone, they 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 grounds in this world, they can't stop this from happening.

"Perhaps this is his wisdom."

Vera took out a throwing knife, Jiani's sharpness!

Guys who dare to argue with the demon hunter Jiani will soon find that Jiani can "cut" to the point with amazing thinking ability!

And Vera is the strongest among the group of demon hunters!

"The fight was on the verge of breaking out, and it really made me miss the good old days when I was young."

As Nazeebo said that, he finally stood up straight!

Those slender and well-defined muscles ensured that his body possessed powerful destructive power!

Nazeebo was an excellent fighter before hiring souls with his body as payment, at least in the "play" among the Midnight Children, Nazeebo had as much as Bul-Katho among the barbarians. lofty status.

It's a pity that his body doesn't have the fat to protect himself.

Fat is already the cheapest reward he can pay those powerful souls.

"I want to know if you capture Rathma's soul, what will you give him as a reward?"

The corner of Vera's mouth pulled out a beautiful arc and asked Nazeebo.

"I think the oil from the inner test of the large intestine may be a good choice? But necromancers are also experts in souls."

Nazeebo shook the voodoo doll in his hand, the small face of the voodoo doll was hideous and full of pain!

That's Zul!

Within the voodoo doll lies the undying rage of Zul!

One of Rathma's best students!

The noble hero who stood in front of his teacher with his own power in the cleansing of the world by the Necromancer!

Self-sacrificer, exile of hope!

Courage the fearful!

And, the pioneer who pursues the balance of human position!

Zur!

"Nazbo! You better not think that my teacher is just a spellcaster! He is as powerful as me in close combat, making me despair!"

The voodoo doll opened its mouth and let out a hearty laugh!

He didn't despair!

He died under Rathma's scythe, but as the best necromancer besides Rathma! He is not soft enough to be killed easily!

"Come on! Let me see the final outcome and life and death!"

There will also be an update of a chapter of no less than 3,200 words.

Estimated to be 4,000 words.

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