Chapter 1457 The Apostle and Agent of Death

The conversation between Death and Hela took place in a place that no one else knew about, and no one else would know about this conversation.

Volusk stayed in this place as a weapon, not to give Death any advice.

His existence was only to prevent Death from quietly perishing in the hands of an archangel or a demon.

As for the conversation that was happening, Volusk could of course tell Bul-Kathos.

Death himself was also very clear about this, but this conversation was not to the extent that it needed to be concealed from Bul-Kathos.

Giving Hela a share of Death's power was not a loss for Death, as Hela was also a god.

Her body also flowed with the power left after prying the power!

Just like Thor could gradually become familiar with and master the power of thunder through the blood of prying the power, Hela could also try to master Death through the blood in her body!

Although it was very difficult for Hela to take back the power of Death from the archangel, who could guarantee that they would not wait for a suitable opportunity?

Human resilience can always create miraculous results at such times.

It is not necessary for Hela to take away the power of death from the hands of the archangels directly. As long as Hela can be the last push at the critical moment, it is enough!

Countless details are piled up to get closer to victory.

Death is very clear about his weakness in combat effectiveness, but Hela is different!

Hela herself is a powerful warrior who has proven herself on the battlefield. What she lacks is not combat experience or the will to fight!

It is just a simple lack of strength level!

If Hela finds an opportunity to take away a portion of the power of death from the hands of the archangels, it means that Death's revenge on the archangels has been successful!

Not many people can easily forgive their enemies, and the archangels almost completely ended the existence of death itself!

It is the most ridiculous thing to say that Death does not want to start revenge at all.

"Hela, you should have made a decision?"

Death looked at Hela in front of him and said.

Hela and her have many similarities, such as their attitudes towards archangels and demons!

As long as there are similarities in this aspect, Death is willing to bet some chips.

"I want to help my brother and avenge my homeland.

But even you can't do it, why do you think I can do it?"

Hela asked heavily.

She was not afraid of the power of the archangels and the demons, she simply wanted to know why.

In her eyes, she was not qualified to have any connection with a true god like Death.

And now Death stood in front of her and promised her that he was willing to give her enough power!

This matter is very bizarre even in the heroic legend of Asgard.

"I tell you frankly, you are just a pawn in my revenge plan.

I don't know if you can play any role in this process, and I didn't even have much expectation of you when I found you."

Death's tone was particularly calm.

She did not use an excited tone to seduce Hela, nor did she use missions or other things to try to make Hela loyal.

"I just need you to attack the archangels when the time is right.

This doesn't hurt you, and I think you would be willing to do the same when facing the archangels.

Although everything in Asgard was not destroyed by the archangels, those guys would never show mercy to you if they thought it was necessary."

Death continued.

"Just because we might become enemies, you are willing to invest in me?"

Hela asked.

"Of course, even if it's just a slim chance.

You should be able to understand the thoughts of a person who has almost lost everything.

Although I am not a life form like humans, there is no insurmountable gap between my thoughts and those of a normal and thoughtful human being."

Death said softly.

She was honest enough and gave a very fair choice.

Whether to accept her power or not is not a forced thing, and whether to accept it depends entirely on Hela's decision.

"I am willing to inherit the true power of death from you.

After all, I was once known as the goddess of death, but at that time, even if I racked my brains, I probably couldn't imagine that I would one day truly bear the name of death."

The corners of Hela's mouth rose slightly.

She liked power, and getting the power of death was not something that Hela could not accept.

Death just nodded when she heard this, and she seemed to want to laugh.

But her dark robe concealed everything about her.

But Hela did see a smile from the figure in front of her. It might just be a kind of stubborn self-righteousness, but Hela felt that this feeling was not bad.

"Then take the seed of death."

Death said so.

She stretched out her hand, and a small light spot with an obscure breath floated up and then fell on Hela's forehead.

Hela's long hair withered like dry straw in an instant.

But the aura on Hela's body began to become stronger!

The power of death turns into seeds, which is something somewhat counter-intuitive.

Death is always associated with things like ashes, and rarely with things that represent life like seeds.

But at this time, the seeds of death gently merged with Hela's body!

Dry hair only exists for a moment, and then becomes full of luster.

It's just that the hair is no longer shiny, but has turned gray.

"Is my current situation any different from the helper you chose before?"

Hela asked.

The person she was talking about was, of course, Frank.

“Frank is my agent, and you are my master and apprentice.

The gap between you is not small, but these things will not affect anything. "

When the words of death fell, the figure had disappeared.

Even though Hela was looking at death all the time, she couldn't see the way death disappeared from sight.

The arrival of death is silent, and so is the departure of death.

It was as if death had never appeared in this place.

Hela stood quietly, waiting quietly.

She knew that it wouldn't be long before the agent of death would appear in front of her - following the aura of death.

…

"Not every seed you scatter is likely to germinate."

Warusk said to death.

“Of course, not all seeds will grow into towering trees.

After all, some seeds are just grass seeds. "

Death is easy, said Warusk.

When Bulkesso handed over the legendary heavy weapon that Volusk turned into to death, he had already released the restriction that Volusk could not speak.

Bulcaisel knew very well the pain of not being able to express it, so he did not treat the immortal king before him in the harshest way.

"So when Bulkatho was still a seed, did you see that he would grow into a world tree?"

Death asked somewhat amusedly.

“Of course not, I thought he would grow into something that could be used to build the legend of Barbarian.

At that time, I didn't realize that the creation of Bul-Katho was Uldyssian's work. "

Warusk said unabashedly.

"I have tried to understand your past during this period, but until now I still have no way of understanding the thoughts of you lunatics."

Death said.

The sword transformed by Warusk kept trembling, as if laughing silently.

“Why try to understand us?

Why try to understand others? "

After Warusk calmed down his trembling, he slowly asked.

"Because of curiosity."

The simple answer given by Death made Warusk not know what to say for a moment.

He could never stop others from being curious.

“Everyone is crazy in their own way, that’s all I can answer you.

Even if they experience the same thing, no two identical people will be born.

There is nothing in our world to wonder about, and nothing to praise.

Whether it's the so-called heroes or anything else. "

Warusk gave an answer that he didn't know if it could be considered an answer.

There are some things that he has long been too lazy to think about.

"You don't seem talkative."

Death said.

"Do you think a guy who just sat on a stone throne for a long time should be talkative?"

Warusk's tone was a bit mocking, but he didn't know whether he was mocking death or himself.

"I thought that you, a guy who has always been silent for a long time, must have too many things in your heart that you want to talk about."

Death's tone remained calm, as death should.

“What I want to say has been told to myself so many times during those years.

Now I no longer want to say those things that I have said countless times.

How about I tell you the story of Bulcasso?

Or tell you about Kanai’s great achievements? "

Warusk said.

There was something like a red herring in his business.

“Forget it, I don’t want to hear those stories.

Over the years, I have always been able to hear stories from some of the so-called heroes.

I'm bored with that stuff. "

Death refused.

“That’s a shame, those stories are actually quite interesting.

Although I also admit that most of their stories are boring. "

Warusk said perfunctorily.

It seemed as if Warusk would feel relieved as long as he didn't have to tell anything about himself.

"Okay, I'm going to sow the next seed.

What do you think of that child tainted with the aura of destructive authority and that wolverine? "

Death asked.

“Jill and Logan?

I was so busy that I almost forgot that they had gained amazing power because of their authority to destroy.

Can only the seeds of death take root in the remnants of destruction? "

Gruchak asked.

"Why not? Can death itself die again?"

Death laughed as he finished speaking.

I have to say that her laughter was not gloomy, but rather surprisingly cheerful.

"Authority will not perish, but you will die.

When consciousness is shattered, when the traces of existence are destroyed, you can be declared 'dead' at that time."

After saying this, Volusk also laughed.

He suddenly began to think that Death was an interesting guy. Death itself, who was not good at fighting, seemed to be quite funny in itself.

Vorusk remembered that Death was the first supreme god in the world to see Bul-Kathos, and then he couldn't help laughing even more.

A Death who was hit hard by Bul-Kathos, who only showed pure "power" at that time, and squatted on the ground with his head saved.

This is really funny.

"Everything should have a beginning and an end, but I haven't found the existence of the beginning and the end until now."

Death said slowly.

"But they definitely exist, don't they?"

Vorusk said nonchalantly.

"So do you think your Bul-Kathos is the beginning or the end?"

Death asked.

"He is a process, and his existence must include the beginning and the end itself.

I believe so."

Vorusk said very firmly.

Death chuckled and didn't want to continue the topic.

Almost all the Nephalem trust Bul-Kathos, and this matter seems strange to Death.

It's as if they have never thought about whether Bul-Kathos will be corrupted.

But judging from the Nephalem's concerns about the Burning Hell and their hostility to corruption, this situation is strange in every way.

"Is Bul-Kathos really a human?"

Death whispered.

But Volusk seemed to have not heard the question and did not answer.

It was as if Volusk was a weapon without thoughts at this time, just hanging quietly on Death's waist.

Death did not expect to get an answer, although she could see clearly that Bul-Kathos had life and everything that humans should have.

But Death still doubted Bul-Kathos's human identity in her heart.

She even began to doubt what kind of existence the Nephalem was.

It's true that the Nephalem's life will usher in the key point, but why do the Nephalem never die of old age?

This is not normal at all, and it doesn't look like any life that would be born in a normal world.

Life should have a normal end, not just through killing and other means.

Death is very curious, but no one will give him an answer.

Maybe those archangels and demons will know something, but Death has no way to find them for answers now.

Compared with satisfying her curiosity, Death still wants to complete the revenge she deserves.

There are too many secrets in the archangels and demons. If she wants to get answers to all the secrets, it would be too difficult.

Death has long felt tired. Having a consciousness similar to that of humans is also a trouble for them, the embodiment of rules.

They like the feeling of thinking, but they don't want to have human nature at all.

Because there are too many painful things in human nature, and what is in human nature does not conform to the essence of existence like death.

Death sensed that his agent had found his apostle, and this incident diverted Death's attention a little.

She is still a little curious about what Frank wants to do.

This is also the best time to sow the next seed of death.

Frank doesn't want his son to set foot in these dangerous places at all, but Death will not take care of Frank's thoughts.