Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Death, you lied to me!"

Tyrell uttered these words almost in a growl, trembling violently all over his body.

His body was full of anger, an emotion that should not appear on death and wisdom, and he even trembled violently.

Yes, Tyrael has not been able to integrate with the authority of "death" bestowed by death and the authority of wisdom from beginning to end.

Just like Malsail should still be called the Archangel of Wisdom even now!

The essence of the soul is unshakable!

Anger has no connection with wisdom, and death cannot be shaken by anger.

But justice wields the hammer of wrath!

Death looked at Tyrael with empty eye sockets, and that skeletal face put on an expression that seemed to be smiling.

"How have I ever lied to you?

I said I would help you avenge Yzreal, and I did.

I said to live in peace with the savages, and I did.

I said to help you against that Malthael, and am I doing just that? "

Death shook his head and said in a serious and serious tone.

She really thought so, and she really did it!

There is no cheating and no mistakes!

At most, it just concealed the specific method of action.

Facing Tyrell's questioning, death has nothing to feel guilty about.

So death seems very calm.

Confidence is the most important thing in death. It symbolizes the end of life and new life. Confidence is the best attitude.

"So, you want to take back your gift from me, and then go face Malsail?"

Tyrell stared at death, even if it was a question, he said murderously.

Even full of contempt!

Death is not death from Tyrael's original world, she is just the name of this rule that exists in every world.

Tyrell should have thought about it long ago. Since the incarnations of rules in this world used force to plunder from another world, how could it be possible not to have the same idea for them?

Perhaps it was because Bulkelso existed as a "person" that they were not immediately marked as an enemy.

As Marsayr said, no "man" can defeat death.

But now, Tyrell is skeptical about whether Bulkelso can still be counted as a "person".

The future of the nephalem is immeasurable. They can withstand any infusion of power in their bodies. As long as their souls still insist on themselves, there will be no change.

The only thing Tyrael should worry about is change.

People are fickle too!

He looks at death with contempt, because death has never caught up with the archangels.

Who can kill a thing that has never lived?

Archangels can only be expressed in terms of existence, not life and death.

So Tyrael didn't feel that death could gain enough power to face Malsail, and the essence determined this ending.

"These are not enough. I have used all my imagination to think about what kind of existence the Malthael in your mouth looks like.

You must know that wisdom has never been the kind of existence that cannot tolerate other ideas.

But the Marsail you speak of doesn't look like wisdom at all. "

Death slowly walked on the high-level heaven, the sound of footsteps was clear and sharp.

She knew exactly where Tyrael's contempt came from, and she didn't think she would be the only one facing Malthael.

Even though Death acted briskly, Tyrael was only annoyed by the movement.

Everything seen in anger can cause deeper anger, so anger is always associated with ignorance.

"That's okay. I don't care about wise thoughts at all, and I'm about to lose my qualifications to care."

Tyrell was talking, and glanced at Izual who was lying on the ground, his expression gradually calmed down.

The power of wisdom that had not yet left his body began to affect Tyrael.

Even though he still didn't understand why Marsayl chose such a path.

Devouring his brother, devouring the power of the Great Demon God, is it just to become the only one in that supreme position?

But as long as wisdom takes action, it will not be a whim.

Malthael never made a rash choice, and even now, Tyrael is still in awe of the Archangel of Wisdom.

Or the awe of the existence of wisdom itself.

At this time, the mass of life held in the hands of death finally attracted Tyrell's power of death, and the huge energy wave spread out along with the integrity of life and death.

Izual's already broken body was turned into fly ash under the impact, scattered over the entire high-level heaven!

Only the spring of heaven is still bubbling clear spring water, flowing through the gap in the fence to the ground of the high-level paradise.

"Oh, death!"

Tyrell shook his head, feeling the only remaining wisdom in his body.

There is clarity in my mind.

He didn't intend to tell Death that everything in the high heavens was jointly controlled by all the archangels in the Angris Council.

Even though there is no guardian left by the wise archangel Marthael on the ground under his feet, all these changes cannot be concealed from the courage and hope that are still in the world!

Moreover, how could the Archangel of Wisdom leave no insurance in the high heavens?

Tyrael sincerely thanked death for leaving him with only one piece of wisdom!

Because of this wisdom, Tyrael saw the mark left by Malthael on the high heaven as the Archangel of Wisdom!

Tyrael finally understood that if Malthael needed to come to this world, he didn't need to rely on the insignificant breath of death from the barbarians!

Just as death does not belong to Tyrael, death does not belong to Malthael!

The high-level heaven is the coordinates of Marthael!

"I guess, everything I do will be recorded by this land, right?"

Saying this, Death finally stood beside Dr. Manhattan.

"I think, you must think that we don't necessarily have the power to defeat other beings, right? There is only one wise Archangel of justice left. What do you think is the power of Dr. Manhattan?"

Death asked Tyrell a little arrogantly.

And the Holy Feather's Glory in Tyrell's hand, with the separation of the power of death, finally once again displayed in front of everyone in the image of a divine sword.

"Decomposing and reconstructing, seeing possible futures in the infinite?

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that he deduced an infinite future out of countless presents. "

Tyrell spoke calmly, even when he was talking about Dr. Manhattan, his eyes were still fixed on death.

At this moment, he could not see the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Dr. Manhattan, Quantum Observer.

Infinity and eternity are a terrible thing in themselves.

Creation in all civilizations is like a joke to the infinite.

The tiny particles that make up the world may form any kind of words by accident, and these words have a small possibility of forming complete sentences.

And it will form a long story or novel in a smaller possibility.

But this is only necessary for infinity and eternity.

All that has been and has not been is such a thing before eternity and infinity.

As for the observer, Dr. Manhattan, the authority in the true sense is just the necessity of these possible evolutions.

If Dr. Manhattan was unable to get involved in the power under the rest of the authority before his recovery, then he, who was reborn with the help of Yzoril, the archangel of balance, has mastered even more powerful power.

The power of balance lies in harmony!

To what extent the current Doctor Manhattan can do, maybe even he himself has no idea.

"Those are not important, you just need to know that we will not be weaker than the Marsail you are worried about. We will get everything we have lost, and then become stronger."

Death interrupted the previous topic with such words, and the brilliance on his body became deeper again.

The death of two worlds, but the life of only one world?

Death is such an existence now.

"If you only rely on your current strength, it would be wishful thinking to face Malasael."

Tyrell shook his head, then sat down calmly on the ground.

The power gathered by the two kinds of authority began to be instilled into the high-level heaven little by little.

Everything that happens here will be engraved in the high-level heaven with this power, and it will be known when someone ascends to the high-level heaven.

Tyrael was ready to die, he had already died once.

Although Yizrael has now become a part of Dr. Manhattan, Tyrell doesn't think that the other party will disappear completely like this.

When he was in the kingdom of the dead, he saw Yserial's fearless appearance.

How could all this escape the balance?

Dr. Manhattan's body has a part of Israel.

A seesaw, when one end falls, the other end must rise!

Cycles are also part of the balance!

"I'm still an ally with the barbarian. Don't you think I'll face Malthael alone? In the name of wisdom, it makes me daunting."

Death said so, and then put his hands lightly on Tyrael's shoulders.

That gesture was a little too intimate.

With the contact between the two, the breath of life on Tyrell's body disappeared little by little until it turned into fly ash and scattered on the ground!

...

Ozil's battlefield.

Facing the endless attacks of those superheroes, even Ozil, who was full of expectations that the other party would free him, felt irritated.

Burning Angel's patience has never been very good, although for humans, he is quite tolerable.

But this is only the difference in understanding between long-lived species and short-lived species.

But under such a difference, Ozil felt that his soul was about to burn.

His body is out of control, but his soul is always free!

Especially now that he feels the breath of high-level heaven!

He feels great!

So, he was finally able to control things on his body other than expressions, such as his tongue!

"Hiss~"

There was such a movement in Ozil's mouth, and then Tony hit him on the jaw with a somewhat blunt uppercut.

Because Ozil started to have so much control of his body, he was hit by such a clumsy attack.

Even Tony himself was a little puzzled by the result.

"Guys, there was something wrong with his body just now! It looks as if my suit has a mind of its own!"

Tony gave a very personal example and reminded his comrades loudly.

Iron Man is dependable, both in battle and in logistics.

"Tony, tell me more!"

Steve held up his large shield, blocking the front of the flamethrower in Ozil's hand.

The shield had already begun to radiate high temperature, even under the protection of the crusader's power, Steve's palm began to emit the aroma of barbecue!

Flames are Ozl's most powerful power, and with the strengthening of alien technology, the composition of this flame has become more complicated, and its lethality has also become stronger.

The flame of the burning angel is not only used for destruction, it is also his duty to bring warmth.

It's just that now, this flame is being used to "grill meat".

Steve is doing his best in his own way to provide a safe environment for the main attackers behind him.

Although Steve's attack power is not worse than others, it can even be considered top-notch.

But he is the only one on this battlefield who can bear the attack.

The new Captain America, the red tank Bucky, also put his hands on the shield. He only has an indestructible body as an advantage.

Under the power of Cytorak, the master of the crimson universe, even his metal arms were strengthened.

Even so, his metal arm began to radiate high temperature, making the red tank Bucky's face a little red.

"Man, you mean his body is as stiff as someone else's?"

Johnny roared loudly, his whole body exuded intense heat!

Bursts of flames shot up into the sky, and rushed towards Ozil along with him.

Then he was thrown back by Ozil waving the flamethrower.

According to the controlled physical condition, it was impossible to react in time, but because Ozil was controlling his body little by little, this kind of muscle reaction-like movement was smoothly displayed.

According to the power of Ozil in his heyday, it would be no problem to directly smash a "mere" Human Torch.

But after all, this kind of movement is still made under the condition of the body being controlled, so the strength is lacking.

Johnny saved his life.

"It doesn't look stiff at all!"

Bucky buried his head and rushed straight out of the protection range of the shield, waving his metal arm and landed heavily on Ozil's face.

Ozil's body retreated for the first time in this battle!

This blow made Ozil's anger finally rise. With the help of anger, he also initially completed the control of his body!

But Ozil, who was supposed to launch a counterattack directly, just froze in place!

He could feel the fluctuations from the high-level heaven more clearly! There are screams and anger in it!

The Burning Angel is the commander under Malthael's command, leading the Soul Reaper Legion to fight continuously.

But he never lost his identity as an angel!

This kind of change is enough to make Burning Angel stunned!

Today I rested a little earlier...

I tried to code with my right hand, and the result was pretty good at first, but after a while, it started to hurt again, and it became more and more painful...

Efficiency has increased at first glance, but it seems like I did something stupid...