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"A long dream, Bul-Kathos."

Sonya stood up straight and observed her injuries.

Some art, not a barbarian at all.

Perhaps because she had spent more time with Li Min, Sonya had also changed.

Whether her strength had increased or weakened, it was difficult for Sonya to tell at this time.

But what was certain was that she was alive and had the opportunity to swing the hammer on Malthael's face.

She jumped lightly, feeling the lightness of her body, and her words were a little insincere.

"What are you going to do now?"

Bul-Kathos looked up at Sonya in front of him and asked with some complicated emotions.

Then a not-so-delicate fist hit Bul-Kathos' nose heavily.

Powerful and rough, this is a barbarian.

"I want to, beat you! And will you fight back!? Great Immortal King!?"

Sonya rubbed her fist across Bul-Kathos' face with force, and the blood was not wiped off, but fainted.

Nosebleed spurted out of the broken nasal cavity like a fountain, and Bul-Kathos stood there without moving.

Sonya was furious, which was obvious.

It was more of a mockery of the superior.

Sonya's strong body did not have much soft beauty, nor was it kind and compassionate.

Sonya clenched the fist in her hand, and it creaked directly,

with contempt and full of mockery.

"Needless to say, you must have regarded yourself as a savior who is high above, although you have always denied it.

The first generation ancestor was brutal and intimidating, and Volusk was arrogant, so what are you?

Is it boredom because you think everything is under control? Or is it contempt for all this from the bottom of your heart?

Bul-Kathos, you are always like this."

Sonya hit Bul-Kathos's nose heavily again.

The sound of fists and faces colliding has never been very pleasant, especially when there is a sound of broken bones.

Sonya's strength is still strong and should not be underestimated.

"So what? What I hope for is not beyond my control, and I will eventually fulfill your wishes."

Bul-Kathos took a step forward and looked directly into the eyes of Sonya, who was a head shorter than him.

The ancestors around him showed different emotions.

For example, Helabor, with a little hope in his disdain.

Perhaps a person who fulfills wishes is enough for them to be a pillar, which is not bad.

But that cannot be considered authority.

"Hey, Bul-Kathos. You always like to say that only the strong are qualified to sacrifice. Who is considered a strong person in your eyes?"

Leiko said in a hoarse voice, containing some hostility.

She patted her shoulder, which was wearing Kanuk's evil-repelling shoulder armor at some point, and the hideous and huge horns flashed with bursts of blood.

Leiko is a living person.

Canuk can pass on his legend to any living barbarian.

It is more appropriate to give it to Leiko than to Casillas.

After all, Leiko is strong enough.

"Me!"

Bul-Kathos said calmly.

In his eyes, the list of strong men only had his own name from beginning to end.

So noble that it made people want to laugh.

"Then, I am also a strong man, since I can make your nose bleed all over the floor."

Sonya took out a piece of leather that she had used countless times from her pocket and wiped off the blood on her hands.

The power from the original ancestors was emitting a unique brilliance.

"Are you ready to fight, old man!"

Sonya looked at Bulkaso and roared, as if she was a challenger.

But the so-called "fight" refers to facing Masail and possibly Lilith.

Those two guys will definitely come.

They may not even be too far away.

...

In the high-level heaven, Ozil finally regained consciousness from the damn pool.

The pain in his body kept reminding him how terrible the attack he had suffered before.

Being injured by the aftermath of the Seven Phase Fist and the Explosive Palm of the Ten Phantoms is a rare experience.

Most people can only experience it once in their lifetime.

Fortunately, Ozil is an angel and has a second chance to taste it.

The gap between regaining consciousness and moving freely was quite large. Ozil could only lie quietly, watching the spring water in front of him flowing continuously.

Until, he saw a trace of blood!

"Demon! How can there be a demon in the high-level heaven!"

Ozil roared extremely, and the pool water burst into several beautiful splashes in this roar.

There was a smell of demons in the blood, which made Ozil a little unacceptable.

This feeling was as disturbing as having a pair of strangers' shoes at the door of your home.

"The high-level heaven has everything, but you have never seen it."

Izual said calmly, he stood outside the spring, looking at Ozil who tried to open his eyes and said.

Although Izual felt that Ozil might not be able to hear what he said in his current state, he continued to speak:

"Ozil, I thought you would always stand by Tyrael with your flame. Just like Tyrael always guarded by Malthael back then.

But now, one person is gone."

Yizuer murmured, and the body stained with angel power, demon bones, and human flesh and blood showed a complex nausea at this time.

It was so disgusting, the smell was enough to make a hound retching.

Ozil doesn't look like he belongs to the Archangel of Wisdom, that's right.

He is the flame of justice, similar to the sharp sword of justice, Yi Zuer.

In the High Heaven, only Tyrael's subordinates can be described as huge in number.

After all, justice has the most powerful power and is naturally followed by more angels.

It's just that Tyrell doesn't act very smart most of the time.

So Ozil chose wisdom and willingly became its pawn.

Ozil continued to roar as hard as he could, and the water surface that was supposed to explode only raised a few small bubbles under the power of Ozil.

Yizuer pressed his hand on his chest, feeling the two beating hearts inside, and his face looked unhappy.

Using a human body to maintain one's own life is somewhat unjustifiable for an angel.

In particular, Yizuer was once noble and great.

"You won't be too far away from waking up, Ozil. You just changed from a wise chess piece to a balanced chess piece. There is probably no difference to you."

Yizuer smiled a little while talking to himself.

Then a large piece of flesh and blood on his face fell to the ground with a splat.

He didn't want to do this.

It's just balance that requires him to do that.

He needs to be the first to face Bulkatho's wrath.

The archangels are plotting against Bulcasso, and so is the Demon King of Hell.

Just because there is no need for an existence beyond the limits of the specifications in the originally balanced battlefield.

The same goes for savages.

Bul-Katho was originally the Nephalem's most powerful bastion, but it was also regarded as a threat.

Perhaps the shadow cast by angels and demons on the Nephalem was too strong.

Believing in a living person is a bit difficult for someone who lives in a world where corruption is everywhere.

"GuluGulu~"

A series of bubbles formed on the surface of the spring, and after they exploded, several sparks could be seen.

Ozil was still furious.

Yi Zuer is used to it.

The temper of the Burning Angel is not much different from that of those unreasonable barbarians, they are all the same.

Yizuer hesitated and took out a piece of flesh and blood from the ground on one side, looking at the fire on the spring with hesitant eyes.

This was given to him by Israel.

It was not stated whose flesh and blood this was, but other than the flesh and blood of a certain great demon or a certain Nephalem, there was no other answer.

Yizuer should stuff this piece of flesh and blood into Özil's heart, and then let Israel use the power of high-level heaven to completely change Özil.

But Yizuer was a little reluctant to take action.

"A simple fool. If you were plotted anyway, you probably won't know why until you die."

Yizuer said a little feebly.

He covered his face with his hands as if washing his face.

Then the flesh and blood glued to his bones fell to the ground.

"You should die as an angel. Malthael is always right. Even when I am powerless to stop him, I still want to see the world he hopes for."

As Yizuer said this, he stuffed a piece of flesh and blood into his mouth.

Then he chewed it.

"Smells like a rat! And angry."

Yi Zuer commented on the piece of flesh and blood, his expression ugly.

The answer has been revealed, Hamelin's flesh and blood, and a bit of Orak's corpse.

Neither of these guys are strangers.

So Yi Zuer glanced at the location of the Angris Council, his eyes flickering.

Ozil's body contained the flesh and blood of Hamelin and Orak, and Yizuer didn't dare to think about what it would be like when Ozil saw Malthael or Bulkatho again.

Being wiped out by death, being tortured by archangels as a corrupted soul?

Or is it facing Bulcaisuo, chopped into minced meat, and then the part that belongs to Orak is separated from the middle bit by bit?

"Zhizhizhi~"

Hamelin's cry came from Yizuer's body, and the flesh and blood immediately climbed onto the demon's bones, gluing the body together that could be shattered at any time.

The part that belonged to Orak formed a layer of skin that covered Izul's appearance.

At least now he looks like a normal person.

Now it was Yi Zuer's turn to consider the previous question.

How Bulkesso would chop him up.

The spring water in front of him allowed Yizuer to see his own appearance, which looked almost exactly like Orak.

In addition, his body shape is almost the same as that of Orak, so hiding is impossible.

"Gulu~you~Guluulu~I know! Guru~you!"

A few words came from the spring, but they were not very clear.

Yizuer didn't want to stay there anymore, he knew that Ozil wouldn't say anything nice at this time.

But he couldn't keep Ozil in the high-level heaven.

If you don't become a target according to Israel's plan, you will probably just be crushed by the force of balance.

As Yizuer himself is a more important chess piece, Israel will not destroy it easily.

"Whatever you know, but it's time for you to get lost."

Yizuer lowered his head and said.

He stretched out his hands and spread his wings.

Then he pulled a portal with great effort.

This portal is opened according to the farthest place where the scent of an angel appears.

Although this degree of difficulty is a bit puzzling for Yizuer, it can ensure that Ozil will not be sent to Israel.

Yi Zuer thinks that this will probably be sent to Imperial or Auriel.

After all, there are not many angels in this world.

No matter what happens, it will still be with Rorschach.

Ozil will be protected.

Whether you meet an archangel or a barbarian.

…

Thanos sat on his throne holding the strange weapon in his hand.

Looking at the angel-like Du Tianling in front of me, and the death maid who was full of the aura of death.

Ebony Maw is now sent for treatment.

That guy suffered severe frostbite while fighting Du Tianling, and his black tongue was frozen to pieces.

Fortunately, Thanos noticed something was wrong in time and came to the scene.

Then he defeated Du Tianling with a little effort, for the sake of the death maid.

After all, he is a guy who is willing to cause death to please death, and the power of death is a pass for him.

Then, a portal was opened in front of them.

"Wow~"

A burst of sacred spring water flowed in directly from the other end, and the ground was wet everywhere.

The moment Du Tianling came into contact with the spring water, he had a strange smile on his face.

Then I stopped laughing.

Because he saw Ozil!

His immediate boss!

"Don't let me know who you are! I will burn you when I find out!"

Ozil escaped from the spring water and was finally able to speak clearly what he had said before.

The only part of his body that could move was sparks coming from his mouth.

The essence that should have been strong but was weak at this time completely fell into Thanos's eyes.

Thanos' fist-like chin shook, as if he was holding back what he wanted to say.

"I am the Titan of Destruction, Thanos. Who are you?"

Thanos organized his words and asked with dignity.

The tall body stood in front of Ozil, blocking Ozil's sight.

"Weird looking guy! Devil, right!?"

Ozil started spraying directly.

The little bit of strength that he had barely recovered condensed, and he sent out a small fireball, which flew towards Thanos in a swaying manner.

Du Tianling, who was being interrogated on the side, wanted to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.

Seeing the embarrassed side of his boss, Du Tianling was thinking about why he came here.

The fireball floated gently in front of Thanos' face. Thanos waved his palms as if to ward off flies, and was burned.

The power of the Burning Angel, even in its weakness, still possesses higher qualities.

Thanos's expression changed, and then he noticed Du Tianling, whose body was trembling a little.

"Lock this guy up and be careful!"

Thanos summoned several subordinates and pointed at Ozil on the ground.

After Ozil was taken away somewhat roughly, he walked up to Du Tianling.

"Do you know that guy just now?"

Thanos' question carried an undeniable spirit, and Du Tianling had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Angels don't need to hide behind the scenes! I am a member of the Du Tianling, and the one just now is the attendant of the Archangel of the Wisdom Society and the direct leader of all Du Tianlings! Burning Angel Ozil!"

Du Tianling spoke for the first time with enthusiasm.

The breath in his mouth was very cold, making Thanos feel a little bit cool.

Thanos nodded when he heard this. Although he couldn't figure out why the leader of a cold-blooded guy like Du Tianling was a Burning Angel, there was another person he wanted to ask about.

He pointed at the Maid of Death and continued to ask: "What about the other one?"

"Death Maid!"

Du Tianling gritted his teeth and said.

The cold angels also don't like death, because the power of death does not belong to the archangels.

"Got it."

Thanos nodded again, then picked up the weapon and struck Du Tianling hard on the neck.

Angels and death don't sound like a good match, so the Overlord and the Burning Angel were turned into enemies by Thanos.

Ozil's essential quality is very high and he can be used as a test subject.

Maybe we can come up with some new weapons.

Yizuer probably wouldn't have thought that there were angels in this world other than the guys he knew.

But Ozil would not be killed by ordinary means.

After death, you just return to the spring water of the higher heaven.

But now, the soul of a Dutianling came into the spring of the high-level heaven.

And the soul of this Du Tianling appeared right in front of Yizuer.

"Who did Malthael fight?"

Yizuer muttered to himself.

In his understanding, there is no Dutianling in this world, and the soul of this Dutianling will only be from Malthael's side.

"The Nephalem are still powerful..."

Yi Zuer said something meaningful.