$377 Blessed Virgin Mary! Save Us! Part 1 (Guaranteed, More to Come)

"Malthael, I thought you didn't want to see me!"

Karasim said this, and his body appeared in front of Malthael in an instant.

The huge glove has been attached to Malthael's chest, and a white handprint condenses in front of Malthael!

"Vandaloni? But now your name is Karasim."

Malthael said this.

Then he turned his attention to Sonya who was almost crazy!

Özil, who had been violently attacked, had fallen to the ground, and his body had almost become a piece of minced meat!

Malthael nodded, and the aura of death enveloped the angel who followed him.

"Are you waiting for Rathma? Or do you want to resurrect Bulkatho?"

There was a smile in Malthael's voice, but his breath was very calm.

Everything is not out of his control yet.

"I just want to live."

Li Min walked up to Malthael and looked at the darkness under the hood without hesitation.

As a follower of the truth of the world, the mage is not ignorant of the end of the world.

"If the Burqasso you knew had died obediently on the Holy Mountain, the world would have been a better place."

Malthael said casually, raised his head and looked at the desolation outside the world.

"There is no place for us in your beautiful world, Malthael."

Karasim said this.

A powerful force burst out from the palm pressing Malthael's chest!

The figure flashed!

It was divided into seven phantoms again and aimed at the enemy!

"I haven't seen the Seven Phase Fist for a long time. There is no monk who is better at this skill than you. Vandaloni."

Malthael suddenly started laughing wildly!

Karasim's attack passed through his body, and the power of death wrapped around his fist!

"Die!"

Vera rolled hard and appeared in front of Malthael!

The flying knife in his hand was divided into three parts and stabbed at Malthael's throat!

"Die."

Malthael repeated these two words in a low voice, and the Soul Reaper in his hand was already stuck in Vera's throat!

With just one stroke, this witcher's life will be gone!

"ha!"

Sonya buried her head and bumped into Malthael!

Anger and death are entangled!

And a clay pot appeared quietly at the sole of Sonya's feet!

Click!

Sonya crushed the jar, and the dense spiders used Sonya's body to crawl towards Malthael's body!

Natsubo danced while mumbling!

Changes begin on the ground!

Waves of ripples spread out, turning the ground into a pool of water!

A sharp cry came out, and a piranha with a mouth full of fangs hung on Sonya and Malthael!

But it turned into ashes in just one moment!

"Life cannot withstand death, and the soul is equally powerless to resist."

Malthael flicked his robe with the Reaper of Souls in his hand.

Then stood behind Sonya!

"I suddenly remembered a spell, does any of you know it?"

Malthael acted like he was playing.

He is completely different now!

After briefly mastering the power of the Great Demon God and Archangels, he became stronger at an unexpected speed after becoming a Nephalem.

If he was besieged by these Nephalem when he found Bul-Katho, he might not have the slightest chance of winning.

It’s just that it’s different now!

"Worry to the Three Returns~Worship to the opening of the first door of Sanji~Worship the blood sacrifice of the wisher~Only please~Holy Return~"

Malthael said lightly, ignoring the ugly expressions of Li Min and Karasim, and burst out laughing!

"What did you do!"

Karasim said this.

The golden light on his body was flashing crazily!

Ten phantoms appeared around him, posing in various postures towards him!

The mantra spreads on the ground and is constantly turbulent!

"Is this what you gained, Vandaloni? Did you get what you wanted from Yin Na's power?

Let me guess, are these phantom bodies capable of releasing the powerful Seven Phase Fist like you? "

As soon as Malthael finished speaking, he was surrounded by dense phantoms!

The phantoms sat cross-legged, as if they were trying to transcend him.

Each phantom body is divided into seven!

Each heavy blow detonated Malthael's explosive palm!

The continuous roar was like the sound of firecrackers, and the shock wave generated forced all the Nephalem back!

"Wonderful!"

Malthael's figure did not move at all, and his tone remained calm as he watched the energy in his body being continuously detonated!

"Vandaloni, how is this possible!"

Li Min roared in shock!

What the Exploding Palm detonates is not the energy left by the monk in that palm print, but everything in the body of the guy with the mark!

The rune "Death to a fraction" prevents the out-of-control energy from slowly weakening, but condenses all the power into the final explosion!

But that's it, Malthael did nothing!

The roar and explosion meant that the attack was successful, but Malthael seemed not to have been harmed at all!

Such a scene is enough to make people afraid!

…

As for Rasma, it had become a desert.

There was only one corpse accompanying him where he was, and even the existence that occupied this corpse was called Bulcasso!

The desolation of the realm of the dead faded away from the ground, revealing the very delicate and complex ground!

"This place is very familiar."

The first-generation Bulkatho shook his spine and looked at Rasma in front of him.

There was a slight tremor in his voice.

Only then did he notice the surrounding environment, a closed environment with only three pillars standing!

The mechanism on the ground made his heart tremble continuously!

"My brother, there is no blood in you. So, don't worry."

Rasma's body was trembling continuously.

It was as if he had been seriously injured in the previous confrontation with Malthael.

But his voice didn't waver at all!

A trace of blood flowed from his body and gathered in the lines on the ground.

But it only occupies a corner of it!

"You! Me! Fuck!"

The first-generation Bulcaisel spoke these concise and concise words word by word.

The flesh and blood in the body that was born under the authority of life began to wither in an instant!

No more fighting!

Malthael has retreated. Although he doesn't know why, the first-generation Bulcaisel can't laugh!

"What do you think is the meaning of a withered world? Now, I just want to bring balance to the world and let everything continue."

Rasma's body suddenly stopped trembling, and holy light burst out from his body!

Rasma is like an angel at this time!

"Did our father die in your hands!? It's obvious that the person he loved most was you!"

The first-generation Bulcaisel spoke out a horrifying conjecture in the most urgent voice!

Waves of anger emerged from his body, burning Kanai's remains and making an overwhelming sound!

The grace of Inaris!

The Necromancer's legendary set!

And this was originally just a gift left by a father to his most beloved son!

It’s just that this gift is stained with his blood and soul!

"A father sacrificed everything to protect our existence. He is noble and admirable. Brother! But what did you do?"

Rasma's tone slowly became mocking and contemptuous, staring at the first-generation Bulcaisuo.

That set of legends began to emerge on me!

Rasma's pale face was exposed, and the suit on her body was full of traces of angels!

At this time, the first-generation Bulcaisuo truly understood the material of this equipment!

It was not the soul of oblivion, nor was it the breath of death.

"Father's! Corpse!"

Anger rushed out of the body, and Kanai's corpse could no longer bear the anger of the first generation Bulcaisuo after experiencing Malthael's severe beating!

The most complete piece of the scattered soul of this first generation ancestor appeared in front of Rasma.

The soul, as the fuel of anger, keeps burning!

"What's your point of yelling at me?"

Rasma took two steps forward and stood in the center of the ground.

"Mathael didn't stop me from doing this, he just told me and let me understand what the sacrifice is."

Rathma glanced at the soul body of the first generation Bulkatho and lowered his eyes.

"In other words, this is fate?"

The first-generation Bulcaisu looked at the surrounding environment and felt a chill coming from his soul.

It was obvious that his soul was burning.

"This is my father's will."

Rasma raised her head, waiting for the next sacrifice to arrive!

…

"Vandaloni, you cannot defeat death, nor can you transcend wisdom. Even your gods cannot save you, and the brilliance of Etta cannot illuminate this world that is approaching its end."

Malthael touched Karasim's forehead with his sickle, and he spoke in Karasim's ear.

"Now, do you have anything else you want to say?"

Malthael said, turning his head to Li Min!

Karasim had understood what he meant, and next was the young mage.

Malthael was very curious about what kind of choices Li Min, a genius, would make.

"Malthael, I will still shake my fist at you."

Karasim said this and raised his arm covered by the glove!

The moment his fist was raised, the Lion Claw and the Fist of Az Turasco fell to the ground, causing a cloud of ashes!

Having personally attacked the very essence of death, Karasim did not escape unscathed.

But the power of death was contained by Malthael after it devoured his fists.

"Reincarnation? I don't remember that there are other monks in this world."

Malthael said the cruel thing teasingly.

To become the carrier of the reincarnation of a monk, the premise is that the children are born to those who have the blood of a monk in their blood.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to carry these powerful souls!

Even if the reincarnation method of the monk will not interfere with a child's normal growth, it will not allow a child to take other paths.

And now, Karasim is the last monk in the world.

This is why Malthael chose him!

"I won't chant that spell, and I don't have to come into contact with death! You can't threaten me! Malthael!"

Li Min roared.

Another black hole was thrown towards Malthael in his hand!

Energy confrontation is the best way for mages to fight, and that's why Li Min is not afraid of Masail's death.

But in battle, experience is also an important factor in determining victory or defeat.

And Masail not only uses the energy of death to infect, his close combat skills are not inferior to those of the devils in hell!

"But, what can you do?"

Masail's tone was extremely contemptuous!

The power of death suddenly erupted, but it could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

But in Li Min's eyes, those subtle powers of death have been mixed into this world.

The breath of death is constantly invading everything, and it won't take long to surround her little by little!

"I'm so talented!"

Li Min unconsciously shouted out her catchphrase, and her body instantly turned into pure arcane energy, spreading in this world.

Infinite mana is transmitted to her body!

The controller of the law, the image of heaven and man!

Li Min's consciousness suddenly spread.

Tianfeng formed a strong will, gathering all the magic elements in this world towards his body!

When the world was complete, Li Min would not be defeated as long as she was alive when she showed this posture!

But now it is not the past after all!

This world is no longer complete, but heading towards decline!

The posture of the lord of the law brought her endless pressure.

The despair before the decline of the world is surging into her heart along with her magic power!

The feeling of despair and powerlessness pushed this genius mage into a dangerous dead end!

"I'm waiting for this."

Malthael laughed grimly!

It's finally almost done!

Finally, he can glimpse knowledge!

The name of destiny originally gathered in Inarius!

And how could the demon who combined with Inarius be an ordinary guy!

The daughter of hatred!

The embodiment of knowledge!

Lilith!

If Inarius can look forward to the title of archangel, then Lilith is the destined seventh devil of hell!

If Andariel had not violated Lilith's will, Lilith would have stood in the ranks of the devils of hell as the evil one!

She had even glimpsed the power of the devil!

Lilith is the last legacy of this world!

She is also the last hope of Lasma!

...

"Has it started?"

Lasma smiled.

His pale face began to become transparent.

"Bow three times!"

Lasma shouted the beginning of the spell loudly!

The soul of the first Bul-Kathos burned even more fiercely!

"Linareen!"

The first Bul-Kathos roared, calling the name of the child who was just behind his brothers when he was born!

"Bow three times, the door is open!"

Lasma continued to chant the spell with a fanatical attitude without any pause!

"Brother! Shut up!"

The first Bul-Kathos picked up his double swords and rushed towards Lasma!

He didn't care about the death of his brother, but he was in awe of the existence that would be awakened!

The embodiment of knowledge and taboos!

All hatred continues!

Their mother! Lilith!

Why did the hateful demon Mephisto act like a fool?

That's because when he tried to master the power of creation, he gave his most proud power to his creation!

Wisdom belongs to the high-level heaven!

And knowledge belongs to the burning hell!

The first generation of Bul-Kathos's double swords pierced through Lasma's chest!

Nailed through the soul of his brother!

The rage continued to burn, but there was no way to stop Lasma from chanting the spell!

"Blood sacrifice of the wisher!"

Blood flowed out of Lasma's mouth, and his face became completely transparent!

The balance between life and death was broken at this time!

The creator of the necromancer was as weak as a skeleton soldier awakened at random!

Lasma stretched out his slender hand and held the rough hand of the first generation of Bul-Kathos because of forging and wielding weapons in battle!

"Brother, thank you!"

Lasma said with a smile on his face!

The soul of the first Bulkathos trembled violently, and the anger was extinguished in an instant!

"Please! The Holy One will return!"