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"Although it's a bit presumptuous, can you send me to Harrogas now? I have something to confirm."

Doctor Who said to Nick Fury.

He felt the presence of a being somewhat similar to himself, and he was certain that the place was Harrogas.

But without the help of the TARDIS, he would have to ask someone else to get through it.

"We are fighting here!"

Rumlow raised the hammer and shouted without looking back.

"It's more important to deal with the immediate matter first."

Steve said the same thing.

Those souls started to take action and became angry.

The High Heavens took away the souls they needed, but the Burning Hell is now on lockdown.

Baal will not send anyone here to collect these souls.

Tyrael, who was keeping him company, could guarantee that.

"So do you have a flying vehicle here? It's best to have an automatic pilot."

Doctor Who pointed the sonic screwdriver in his hand at the tablet on Nick Fury's side.

He had made a decision and no one could convince him.

"Yes, but you are still under interrogation."

Nick Fury winked, and John Wicker reluctantly walked to Doctor Who's side.

Although Nick Fury himself has the ability to solve this problem, once he takes action, he will lose his mystique as a leader.

How "powerful" he is is also a secret.

"Oh? Are you going to use force? To be honest, I am not something ordinary people can control."

Doctor Who smiled, while Clara and Amy behind him were a little flustered.

Then a pistol was thrust into his waist.

"Except those with weapons, of course."

Doctor Who is still smiling.

There would be trouble here soon, he was sure of it.

So temporary tolerance will not have any bad consequences, it has always been the case.

"hurry up!"

Steve hit a soul rushing towards him with the shield in his hand, knocking the guy with "I am a bad guy" written all over his face into a ball of debris.

"I'm trying my best!"

Rumlow roared as he stuffed the hammer in his hand into the mouth of a soul.

His body was still a little weak, but he could barely wield the weapon without any problem.

At the same time, Loki finally appeared in the laboratory where the Cosmic Cube was stored.

The scepter in his hand was pointed at the busy researchers.

It's a great time.

SHIELD has no room to control these, and the military is constantly putting pressure on SHIELD because of the disappearance of General Ross.

No one would care about him, and Loki could do whatever he wanted.

Click!

A piece of metal fell to the ground, making a sound that was only slightly similar to thunder.

But it was enough to give Loki a shiver.

Then he shook his head and smiled.

His brother does not have Thor's hammer in his hand, and making thunder is not something he can do now.

Loki laughed at his own timidity with a bit of bitterness in his eyes.

As a mage, he did not gain anything from the guidance of the Supreme Mage.

Now his consciousness can only control some unimportant things about his body, such as a look or a smile.

The body is still under Thanos' control.

A mage who can't speak independently is like a doll.

At this moment, he remembered the comment "What a weak god" and could only feel sad secretly.

Loki's body killed the researchers without a word and left the scene with the cosmic imitation in hand.

Just after he left this place littered with corpses, a portal was opened.

Thor's strong body was hung with a butcher's cleaver, and he appeared here holding Hela.

"What's going on?"

Thor said this as he looked at the corpse.

He gritted his teeth.

He followed Loki's breath of power to open the portal, but now the remains of Loki's power on the corpse seemed to be taunting him.

"Loki! What have you done!"

Thor roared with anger.

Hela behind him grabbed his arm and told him to calm down.

She already knew what Loki was like from the exchanges between the siblings.

But what is happening now does not seem to be the move of a god of mischief.

There must be something fishy in this.

"Sister, I understand, I won't lose my cool!"

Thor looked at the shocked corpses and clenched his fists.

It's one thing to believe your brother, but another thing to prove!

Thor took off the weapon from his waist. He is going to another place now!

Originally, I wanted to go with Loki, but now I can only change my plan.

Lord Skyhammer Tyr the Destroyer!

Thor learned this unbelievable news from Leah.

He wants to take back his power, take back Mjolnir and his hammer brother!

"Then let's go. I also want to see if Tire has made any progress over the years."

Hela smiled, her eyes a little cold.

She no longer resented Thor in front of him, nor did she have any ill feelings towards Loki.

But Tyr is different after all!

God of War, God of justice and justice!

What a great title!

Tyr said nothing while she was held captive by Odin, and even applauded her!

Tyr is not the brother she acknowledges.

And now, she has a legitimate reason to ask Tyr, that bastard, for a debt!

"Let's go, sister! Take back everything I have, and then fulfill the prophecy!"

Thor said with a grin.

With a firm look in his eyes, he opened another portal!

That's Tyr!

Thor will die with the God of Terror!

But Thor can live!

He has a plan! This plan has been improved a lot with the help of Hela!

"Let's go, I can't wait."

Hela smiled, and then took the lead in going through the portal!

Thor followed closely behind, but at the end he took a deep look at the corpse on the ground.

By the way, he made a decision.

All this will not be without results!

Loki will make amends and atone for his sins! As long as these people were killed by him for no reason!

This is Thor's promise!

...

"Back?"

Ebony Maw said to Loki in front of him.

Attention was naturally focused on the Cosmic Cube!

Part of this mission has arrived in their hands.

Ebony Maw looked at Loki's eyes twitching and knelt on one knee in front of him, taking the Cosmic Cube with a satisfied smile.

Thanos is waiting for this thing, for a greater future!

"Now, you can leave first. You can be what you are on weekdays, but there are some things you can never say."

Ebony Maw said with some cruelty, flicking his black tongue.

He picked up a scepter in his hand!

The Mind Stone is in this scepter!

And this will be used to control Loki!

The tip of the scepter touched Loki's forehead, waves of energy surged, and then activated the Cosmic Cube!

A huge woman with her hands in front of her and holding a sickle came over from there!

Malsail's maid!

The middle level of the Soul Reaper Legion!

In order to find the news of the archangels and the devil of hell, Malsail made countless attempts.

Only this death maid was lucky enough to catch up with the opening of the Cosmic Cube!

Ebony Maw looked at the maid in front of him, and his telekinesis began to squeeze the guy!

"What is that!?"

Ebony Maw said with a bored tone.

His expression was a little cautious.

Behind the maid of death, my brother's portal was still expanding!

Obviously, the energy supplier had changed, and someone over there began to supply energy to the portal!

The most important thing at this time was to break this signpost!

Ebony Maw pointed the scepter in his hand at the maid of death, but the erratic and ominous figure opened his mouth and let out a sharp howl!

Ebony Maw only felt that his soul began to move outside his body!

And Loki finally showed a complete smile on his face!

The soul was turbulent, and the influence of the mind gem on him had begun to fade!

Now he had only one idea, that is, to take the cosmic cube away from this damn place!

His brother, the highest god in the nine realms, wanted to control a complete world, not a desolate place left after being ravaged by Thanos!

Energy began to emerge from Ebony Maw's body, forming a magic circle.

Then, like a warrior, he charged at the maid of death with his scepter!

The spell began to take effect!

His body began to be shrouded by a black light, and then several bodies appeared!

They were all entities, not much different from him!

The strong discomfort made him almost lose his composure.

In the kingdom of the dead, Death Asira sat on his throne, and his skull eye sockets were still empty.

But he seemed to be able to feel a trace of expectation.

The maid of death is Malthael's anchor point, and it won't be long before that death will come to this world.

As long as he is not tripped up by other things!

Asira is looking forward to the end!

Eternity said that it would stand on the side of the barbarians, but Asira didn't believe it.

The only things that remain unchanged in eternity are interests and disputes, and balance has never been something that eternity considers.

This anchor point is very small, and if it weren't contaminated with the power of death, she wouldn't have noticed it.

Watching countless stars shatter in the eyes of death, Eternity continued to attack the Life Tribunal with a sharp breath.

A fierce battle, or an unwilling vent.

Somewhat funny, but not too much attention.

The Life Tribunal will not win.

This will not change until Auriel replaces the hope of this world!

And at this time, Masail finally stood in front of Lasma!

"Necromancer, the balance you follow can't stop me."

Masail's voice was still hoarse and empty!

Even if he was crazy, he was still clear-headed!

Not being understood is crazy, but the interests of the majority are correct!

Masail damaged the interests of all beings except him!

This world has lost the archangel and the devil of hell, and there is nothing that can stop him!

"Death is the balance of life, and you are still a life, so you can't escape."

Masail's hood was dark, and gray mist began to fly on his body.

"Death never interferes with the realm of the dead, and the ground of the dead will not be stained by anything!"

Lasma said so.

His pale face was filled with reluctance.

"Linareen, your mother will not protect you."

Massael called Lasma's original name with mockery.

"This world has come to an end because of the escape of those guys! And now, you want to stop me from embarking on the road to find them?"

"I said at the beginning that I hate that name."

Lasma's pale face showed a trace of blood!

"Mother did not abandon us, it was them, Bul-Kathos! It was Vasily! They abandoned Mother and sealed Mother with you in a dark and lightless world!

You are the enemy of the Nephalem, and no matter how many times I said it, my brothers never believed it!"

Lasma said so.

Bone spurs began to emerge from the ground one after another, and the place was covered with white bones bit by bit.

Facing Masail, who still had traces of all other rules in his body, Lasma didn't think he would win, but he didn't think he would fail either!

The necromancer pursued the balance between life and death, which meant the center of neither life nor death!

Lasma got the power of fate, he kept fiddling, waiting for an opportunity!

When the archangel lost one of justice and wisdom, when the devil of hell was sealed or fell into the weakest time!

He wanted to call back his mother!

Hope would not do anything to Nephalem's mother!

This was the agreement between Auriel and Kanai at that time!

Courage would not do anything to Lilith, which was the only mercy that Prius had for a brave man!

The archangel of balance lost his power, leaving only the constant calculation of the personality every day, and that part of the balance was on Lasma's body at this time!

Justice is no longer!

Courage is eliminated!

Hope is far away!

Only the death of wisdom is left to face this world heading towards chaos!

Fear is silent!

Sin is not obvious!

Hatred is hidden!

Pain is far away!

Destruction has become a thing of the past!

Lies have gone, leaving only the cruelest truth of this world!

And now is the best time for Lasma to wake up his mother!

No one can stop him!

Not even Masail, the archangel looking at the platform of the God of Creation!

"Lasma! You are like a stupid clown, a puppet~"

Masail shook his head and said, his voice was as distant as a chant.

The favor of fate is not a good thing at all!

The barbarians know this very well!

In order to resist the power of fate, the prophet always keeps silent.

Lasma, who is fiddling with fate, is fiddling with the trajectory of fate or being played by fate.

Masail can't tell.

But Masail can guarantee with the death in his body that barbarians are never fools.

Volusk, who is favored by the rule of death itself, challenged death.

Reko, who is fascinated by the power of fate, still tried everything to break free from the thread of fate!

Barbarians may be smarter than Lasma, or perhaps it is the intuition from the primitive worship of nature that makes them believe only in themselves.

And Lasma is now like a toy with great power.

"Massael, wisdom will not belittle any thinker or questioner! Complacency will stay away from wisdom. Are you still wise now?"

Lasma said so.

The skeletons on the ground began to combine little by little, forming a skeleton army!

The ground was completely infected by Lasma's power and became the domain of the dead!

The ancestor of the necromancer, the longest-lived Nephalem!

His power is not something that can be limited by those conventional skills that need to be learned!

It's a pity...

"Not strong enough!"

Massael said lightly.

The soul-stealing sickle in his hand cut towards Lasma's throat without a clear trace!

"But I'm not weak either!"

The skeleton army summoned by Lasma appeared in front of him in an instant, and the dead souls floated up one by one, holding the green energy ball in their hands, as if they would throw it out at any time.

Malthael's body turned into a gray mist and passed through the skeletons.

The skeletons stained by the power of death disappeared in an instant!

The dead are always controlled by death.

A ball of blood slowly grew behind Lasma, and another Lasma poked out his pale face from the bloody blood!

In addition to the paleness, the ground was covered with a layer of blood.

"Vasili's life ended in your hands? Then what about Bulkaiso's life? You didn't get it?"

Mashal said this, and a figure emerged from behind Lasma.

The sickle was hung on Lasma's neck, and then Lasma's body exploded completely!

The rich blood rushed to Malthael's body, and made dense holes in the Archangel of Death and Wisdom!

Lasma's power came from various attempts.

In order to avenge his mother, he deprived his brother of power.

Trying to reconcile everything, he set his sights on Isreal's power!

Although he couldn't fight against Masail at this time, it was difficult for Masail to kill him!

This was a stalemate that was destined to be long!

In a corner of the voodoo land, Nazebo was throwing all kinds of strange materials that could not be seen in their original form into the pottery jar in his arms.

The voodoo doll hung on the wrist, as if laughing!

Karasim was sitting cross-legged not far away, taking care of the pale Vera, and Sonya was looking at an arm in front of her with two cracked swords!

That was the last trace of the first generation of ancestors!

The barbarian named Bul-Katho, the last remnant of the most primitive ancestor!

And Li Min was not far away, looking up at the dark sky without saying a word.

The devastation after a chaos.

Xiansai Island has collapsed under the power of Malsail.

All humans fled in panic in this doomsday-like scene.

The sky is no longer shrouded in haze, and outside the haze, it is now empty!

The high-level heaven and the burning hell disappeared in an instant, and they can only wait for an opportunity!

Either Malthael lets Lasma call back Lilith, and the ancestors of the Nephalem come back.

Or Malthael and Lasma have a fierce battle, and Malthael kills Lasma.

Vera takes back the punishment that belongs to the demon hunter.

They face Malthael again.

Either they get back everything that belongs to this world, or Lasma does it.

Or, Bul-Kathos, who has never failed, will return to this world with everything of the archangel and the devil of hell, and realize all the beautiful visions!