Chapter 1150 Wisdom Attempts to Explore Destiny

"In the final analysis, you are just trying to gain justice and authority for Aidan inside. But in this case, you don't need to regard me as an enemy at all.

At least on this matter, the answer I want to see is the same as yours. "

Malthael was extremely sincere when he spoke, and there was even a feeling that people couldn't bear to doubt him.

But it has to be said that Malthael in this situation made Leoric and Johanna more cautious.

Anyone who meets a sincere archangel will easily show this level of vigilance.

After all, the existence of Archangels is dangerous enough for most Nephalem and should not even be believed.

Especially the two guys standing in front of Malthael have been hurt by the angels!

When the interests of Malthael are consistent, this archangel's ability will never disappoint.

But unfortunately, it is impossible for the Nephalem and Malthael to maintain consistent interests for a long time.

The opposition between the two was doomed from the beginning, although Malthael needed the Nephalem's presence before the demon was dealt with.

But any existence that poses a threat to the Archangel will become Malthael's target. The only difference is when he chooses to take action.

“When did you get the idea that I wasn’t trustworthy?

I am particularly curious about this, because in my impression, I have only been on the opposite side of you once.

And that time was after the demons were completely defeated and imprisoned behind the Dark Soul Stone. "

Malthael's tone became erratic.

He looked at Johanna in front of him, and then locked his gaze on Leoric.

"Leorric, I think no matter what time it is, there should be no direct opposition between us.

Where does your hostility come from? Is it as simple as helping a friend? "

Malthael asked.

But Leoric seemed to have no intention of answering this question. Leoric just looked quietly at the archangel in front of him that he could not defeat.

The red light in his eyes flickers on and off.

"Well, it looks like you have no intention of telling me what you think.

You must have gotten help from a certain guy to be able to come here. I went to him to ask for an answer.

He will never be as unwilling to cooperate as you are. "

After Malthael finished speaking, he turned into light and disappeared from this place.

"He's leaving now?"

Leoric was a little confused.

"Obviously not, you have to know that Malthael is now two archangels.

That was wisdom just now, and death is probably still looking at us.

I won't believe that Malthael appears in front of us just to say a few irrelevant nonsense. "

The light of the law still shimmered under Johanna's feet.

This thing can bring a considerable increase to all the beings marked as friendly by Johanna. In turn, it can also be used to determine how many guys are around.

As long as they are not demons, Johanna can make the light of the law work on them.

This is very useful in human-to-human battles. Johanna is the kind of Nephalem who has endured the least attacks from humans.

Because attacking her is very difficult and dangerous.

No one wants to feel the damage caused by their slashing. Everyone who was hurt by the thorns regrets their meaningless attack. The feeling is too unbearable.

"The Archangel of Death has not shown anything that can restrain me. I think they may not have obtained these things."

Leoric said.

The immortal guy should be restrained by the power of death, but neither Malthael nor the death of this world had time to show this power.

The same goes for Tyrael, who took away most of the power of death from death.

Leoric had already guessed this.

"It seems so, but I can't think of what to do right now."

Johanna said a little coldly.

Her attention was now all on the door behind her. Whether Aidan could truly obtain the power of justice was the most important thing.

In particular, Aidan does not seem to be completely trusted. It is difficult to say that the soul that has passed through the hands of the archangels has not been affected in any way.

Not even if this soul is Dark Wanderer Aidan!

Aidan has been bewitched by Diavolo before, so it doesn't seem surprising that he was deceived by the archangel this time.

"Wait, the Nephalem's power is still too weak now.

We can't always expect Bulkesso to do everything.

Doesn't he not only have to face the pressure of archangels and demons, but also has to guard the door for the Nephalem?

I don't believe Bulcaisel is willing to do anything. "

Leoric made a joke, then he clearly twisted his neck and looked at the far end of the corridor.

There was the aura of Malthael, the Archangel of Death, and Leoric was also aware of his presence.

Fortunately, he didn't notice any fighting intention.

The will of Malthael, the Archangel of Death, is actually not much different from that of the Archangel of Wisdom, but it is a bit colder.

This is the inevitable change that will occur after gaining some kind of authority.

Influence is everywhere, and there must be a mutual influence between authority and individual will, as to what it will become in the end.

It depends on what changes will be made over time.

But now there are obvious differences between the two archangels of death and wisdom, and Leoric is smiling in his heart.

He is looking forward to the day when the two Malsails have to fight because of a disagreement.

"Leoric, I just hope that the one who comes out is Prince Aidan.

Rather than the Archangel of Justice Aidan who has seen a ghost, that is not a good thing."

Johanna said seriously, she was still nervous about this matter.

"I hope so, but who knows?

Just do something, it's better to take action than to stand still."

Leoric's indifferent tone dispelled Johanna's idea of ​​continuing to communicate.

Both of them focused their attention on the Archangel of Death at the far end of the corridor.

If they were to fight, the Archangel of Death would have to be the first to attack.

At this time, the Archangel of Wisdom Malsail had arrived at the Library of Destiny, where Inarius was.

"Inarius, although I didn't see your youngest son in the Burning Hell, I think he should have known that you still exist.

Tyrael has no reason to keep this news from Lasma, and even Prius may have told Lasma about it intentionally or unintentionally."

Masail sat directly opposite Inarius, and the two angels did not have any visual intersection.

Inarius just sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, looking at Masail in front of him quietly, without any intention of speaking.

"Don't keep the silence of the past. You can speak freely now without dooming the future.

When your previous body died, you were reborn in a new world.

Now you are not only a simple angel of destiny in the high-level heaven, you are also part of the destiny of this world.

What I want to ask you is, when can you really make a decision.

Then tell me, which side do you plan to stand on this time?"

Masail spoke like a chat, he talked to Inarius naggingly, and Inarius seemed not to hear it.

Not to mention answering Malsail's question, he didn't even seem to blink.

"My brother, although you know a lot of things, if you want to try something, you have to take action at least.

If you want to fight against fate, you should at least try to ask us if we are willing to help you.

Instead of deciding to take on everything yourself from the beginning.

You haven't even asked us if we are willing to help you."

Masail kept chattering as if he was complaining about something.

This time, Inarius finally spoke.

"Why do you think I didn't make any attempts?

In fact, when I had the idea of ​​asking for your opinions, I had already foreseen the result.

You should have known what I meant by keeping silent. You need me to speak now, just to know the possible changes in Aidan.

But I don't want to tell you, just because I don't want to."

Inarius pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, but this smile was somewhat careless.

Masail sighed, and he admitted what Inarius said.

If Inarius asked him if they could fight against fate together, Malthael knew he would not agree.

The Angel of Fate could see this result, so it was reasonable for him not to ask this question.

Although it seemed that there was a feeling that the result came first and the cause came later, this was the power of fate.

"You are the first to fight against fate, but you always use the power of fate to decide what to do next.

You are selecting the results that are helpful to you from what fate shows you, and then try and guide.

I can't quite understand your approach.

Follow the guidance of fate to find opportunities to fight against fate, is fate such a contradictory thing?"

Malthael asked again.

This time when he spoke, the bookshelves in the Fate Library seemed to be constantly flipped by something.

Those books that looked more like energy creations made a rustling sound.

This was strange, but this strangeness did not change Malthael's mind.

He needed an answer, not to act according to the result he guessed.

The power of the angel of destiny, Inarius, is indispensable. At least in Malthael's plan, Inarius' power is the help he must get.

He has done a lot for this, but Inarius is particularly uncooperative.

"Masalius, forget about right and wrong.

When you are obsessed with right and wrong, wisdom has actually been closed by yourself.

Paranoia cannot be said to be the opposite of wisdom, but the two are definitely not on the same path."

Inarius' tone is like preaching.

Malthael is not angry about this, he is thinking.

The Archangel of Wisdom is always thinking.

Inarius' words are not worthless, but Malthael does not seem to be willing to accept them all.

"Inarius, you are in love.

I am very curious about your mentality when you and Lilith gave birth to the Nephalem.

Before the Nephalem were born, were you able to foresee the process of their birth every time?

Are you resisting fate?"

Masaliel was still asking questions, and Inarius remained silent in response to Masaliel's questions.

The communication between the two angels was like a chicken talking to a duck. No one got the result they wanted, and no one gave up explaining their ideas.

They kept communicating, but no definite answer was born.

"Masail, you will lose at the beginning.

I know, I saw it a long time ago.

But you can actually win."

What Inarius said this time made Masail stunned for a moment.

Fate gave two results for the same thing?

This idea took root in Masail's mind like a virus!

"Isn't fate a line?"

Masail asked tentatively.

In his understanding, fate seemed to have never made a mistake.

But this time Masail finally trembled!

Maybe fate is not a line but a tree? Maybe a river?

Or a stone rolling on the ground?

Maybe even a messy ball of wool?

He had thought about what the trajectory of fate was like in the past, but never thought about what fate itself should be like.

Maybe Inarius is fate itself?

Inarius's decision is destiny's decision?

Is it even possible that Inarius's plan to resist destiny is destined?

Malsail began to feel chilled!

It is irresponsible to shout about changing destiny without understanding its appearance.

People who do not understand the existence of destiny will never be able to do anything to affect destiny!

"Destiny is any image you want. For you, I think it is enough for you to know that destiny needs to be changed."

This time, Inarius finally answered Malsail's question.

Just as this sentence was said, the densely packed books in the Destiny Library made a tearing sound!

It was like something was venting its anger!

"Destiny is here, but not you? Or are you not all of destiny?"

Malsail looked at the chaotic bookshelves around him and said slowly with some caution.

The moment he finished speaking, several cracks appeared on his robe!

Malsail felt that he might never be as close to the essence of the problem as he was at this time!

"The closer you get to the essence of the problem, the more boring it will feel.

Masail, Archangel of Wisdom.

Aren't you the embodiment of wisdom? Don't you realize that all this is starting to get boring?"

Inarius' voice seemed to have not changed since he said the first sentence.

No change in emotion, no change in volume.

Something is like the truth and boredom that are placed there as facts.

"No, you have changed.

But why do I think you have never changed?

Are you the will of fate or Inarius at this moment?

My brother, I'm not kidding.

What I want is my brother, not a puppet."

Masail's body had a few more cracks, but he became more serious!

Even Masail began to radiate the divine light of wisdom, as if he was going to fight the next moment!

Masail was already ready, but Inarius was still sitting there quietly.

This time Inarius didn't even speak!