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In the palace of death.

Tyrael looked at the death in front of him thoughtfully.

"You mean, there are more powerful beings among you?"

Tyrael was not alarmed.

After all, he has heard many stories from the mouth of death about swallowing up the rules of another world.

Depending on the harvest, the gods of this world have also undergone tremendous changes.

For example, the existence of time has been mastered, but it has not officially appeared in front of everyone until now.

"Yes, Eternal is just one of the guys who masters new powers the fastest. I also have a sister, and she has gained the most."

Death said calmly.

Then he took a small tea cup from Mina Harker's hand and sipped it slowly.

If the aura on her body hadn't been very unstable, Tyrell might have thought that the death in front of him was a rational being.

Sisters of death, there will only be infinity.

An existence with many powers over time, space, matter, energy and reality.

She is still sleeping, partly because she was seriously injured in the previous battle, but also partly because she has gained too much and cannot turn it into her own strength in a short time.

The original time of this world is under her control.

It's just that now, the existence named Infinity is still sleeping, and may be forcibly awakened at any time.

A sleep-deprived man is not in a good temper, and death is just a shot in the arm for Tyrael.

"So, why are you telling me all this?"

Tyrell asked calmly.

Consciously or unconsciously, he looked at the surrounding environment.

He would also be curious about the power of death. After all, Malthael spent a lot of effort to gain enough power for Tyrael to take it seriously.

"Maybe I'm just bored. You are not the Archangel of Justice who can negotiate terms with me now. You are just a dead person now.

Weak, I just need to blow a breath and you will become a thing of the past. "

Death smiled foolishly, teasingly.

"You want to bring Leoric back in your own way?"

Tyrell's question was a decisive one.

Death is not difficult to understand, as long as you can really look directly at her.

After all, this death has no influence on wisdom.

Death made no objection to Tyrael's words.

She is not someone who puts all her hopes on others.

For a long time, she was the one who listened to wishes most of the time. Making a wish was too far away for death.

"In other words, you plan to wake up your sisters?"

Tyrell became more and more certain of his guess.

As a human soul, when facing death, there is a risk of overturning at any time, but this cannot stop Tyrell from continuing to explore the truth he wants.

"It's more than that, Tyrael."

Death finally responded to Tyrael.

It's just that the current attitude towards death is obviously a bit contemptuous.

"The reason why I tell you this is just because I hope that when Leoric comes back, someone can casually tell him that there is a person named Ashira who has done many things for him."

Death said so.

Like a shy girl.

It's just that Tyrell can't tell whether these words are true or false.

Tyrell cannot understand the mentality of a licker.

"I think you didn't tell the truth, at least not the whole story."

Tyrell said bluntly.

Death tilted his head, and then looked at Tyrell with a skull face.

"What if I could bring you back to life?"

Death's words stunned Tyrell for a moment.

It doesn't seem strange that matters of life and death are controlled by death, but there is something wrong with it.

"Tell me the price!"

Tyrell reacted quickly.

He didn't believe that death would help him for free, so he asked the price in advance before making a decision.

"There is no price, do you dare to believe me?"

After Death said this, he let out a series of giggles.

Tyrell chose to remain silent.

…

The sacred mountain of Harrogath.

The situation is looking a lot better this time, at least it's not as tense as before.

After all, Sonya has recovered her health. She is just confused about her own condition for a while. This is not a problem.

On the contrary, the problem of how to deal with the Immortal Mr. Craig was put before us.

The reincarnation of a warrior monk basically determines the path he will take in the future, but he still needs a little more important help.

Bloodline!

In this matter, Karasim and Vandaloni, who had merged with Craig, could not help much. These two consciousnesses had gradually fallen asleep.

Their experience and strength are fully integrated into this living body, waiting to be awakened one day.

Perhaps by then Craig will become a new legendary monk, and at that time he will have completely accepted all of his two "previous lives" and walked his own path.

"Jordon Kule, come here!"

Bulcaisuo roared, and the soul of Jotun Kule floated forward with some curses.

All he could think of was that Bulqueso was planning to make him a tool man again, and would not hesitate to threaten him with weapons.

Okay, this is a somewhat sad story, but not without its upside.

For example, the conditions Bulkesso would give.

"A legend, and my blood."

Bulkesso gave the condition that he could deliver it now and looked at Jotun Kule.

These things may not be that precious. After all, you can still find a lot of Bulcasso's blood if you are willing to look for it.

At least there are some on the ground now.

However, Bulkesso only needs Jotun Kule to operate Kanai's Box, and this price is enough.

The resurrection of a soul not only requires a strong will, but also a body that can bear its power!

"Can I replace the legend with a powerful enough corpse?"

Jotun Kule playfully put forward his conditions.

Not an excessive condition.

After all, the concept of "powerful" is relative.

The corpse of an existence at the level of Odin can also support the use of Jotun Kule for a short period of time.

This is probably a test of Bulkaiso's bottom line to see if Bulkaiso's so-called moral standards will change due to some things.

This will affect whether some of Jordan Kule's plans need to prepare backup in advance.

"Delivery time unknown."

Bulcasso raised his eyes and answered somewhat erratically.

Sonya was already warming up.

Bulcaisuo had some things to do now, and he didn't really want to have a reconstruction-level combat contact with Sonya.

So he turned his attention to Leiko.

He just promised to find a body that is enough for Jotun Kule to use. There is no urgent request for time, so he just needs to wait.

As long as the existence of this world is not a god, its lifespan is limited.

The corpse of a strong man who died naturally can also reduce the threat of Jotun Kule somewhat.

It doesn't hurt to agree to come.

"Well, I've always been a toiler."

Leiko instantly understood what Bulcasso meant when he looked over.

He twisted his neck and made a series of noises.

It's not a crime to use weapons, just treat it as a simple wrestling.

Both of them are female barbarians, so there won't be any inconvenience.

Although fighting across genders is not uncommon for them.

"Johanna's blood and your blood? Are you planning to create a son? Haha~"

Jotun Kule laughed.

The bloodline of the monk must be reconciled.

Using such words to poke fun at Bulkesso was a not-so-kind joke.

But Bulcaisel won't care anymore.

Some jokes would have almost no effect on Burkaiso, who seemed a bit boring in the eyes of Jordan Kule.

"Tch. As long as you don't want to die, you can say whatever you want."

Bulcaisel spoke in a threatening tone.

As long as Jotun Kule does not touch the bottom line, some freedom of speech can still be given.

As long as Jotun Kule is still the help of the barbarians, then Bulkatho does not mind giving some unimportant help to this ancient Nephalem ghost.

"I just thought about your ancestors, that's all."

Jotun Kule took out Kanai's Magic Box, put it in his hand and showed it to everyone.

He didn't say anything in detail, and there was some evil intention on his face.

"Come on, give me your blood, and I will make this guy have the blood of a monk."

"Warning in advance, don't try to take advantage of the authority he has. You will die miserably."

Bulcaisuo said a little worriedly.

It just sounds like he has no good intentions.

Even if the reincarnation of the monk has not regained some strength, it is still dangerous.

After all, no one can predict whether Fandaloni and Karasim will suddenly wake up at the critical moment.

If there was a collision, Jotun Kule would most likely be in trouble. He had been a legendary monk for two lifetimes, and their fists were equally hard and powerful when dealing with their enemies.

Who knows if that situation really happens one day, whether Jotun Kule will go to see all the gods that the monks believe in at that moment.

When Vandaloni was alive, that guy wasn't much worse than Volusk.

Who knows if these guys have any messy stuff that they can use as a trump card.

"You mean the power of life? I have already been a soul."

Jotun Kule laughed at the top of his lungs. Waves of breeze blew around the soul, and some fine gravel appeared on the ground.

"It better be."

Bulcaisel gave a final warning.

It is possible for these guys to seize a good physical body, but that is still a "possible" thing.

A warning is enough.

Worse still, there are monks to deal with these matters.

Now, it's time for Bulcaisel to deal with the old man who calls himself "War".

Time has left too many traces on this old man.

Bulkesso is very concerned about the power of time.

…

At this time, Frank was half lying on the ground with Blade.

Dracula had left in a hurry before, but this matter was not easy to understand.

Frank and Blade are no match for a real vampire if they are tied together.

Perhaps even if they tie up those who are truly vampires, Frank and Blade will not be able to hurt each other.

As for Integra, she is special to existing vampires.

Especially since the name of the vampire standing here now is Silas Victoria.

"Frank, I don't intend to get involved too much in SHIELD's calculations, but Nick Fury has given me an offer that I can't refuse."

Intergula stood not far away, holding a cigarette in her hand and said.

She could have made no explanation, but Frank's difficulty touched her a little.

To be more precise, Intergula didn't intend to provoke an enemy like the Punisher.

After all, if a battle master wants to cause some damage, the threat level is not low at all.

Silas stood there with a sweet smile, still looking around.

Perhaps he wanted to find the "father" figure.

But Dracula didn't leave the scene directly, and that was not the Akado in her memory.

It wasn't that difficult for Silas to deal with Frank, she just paid a little injury as a price.

But now that she is no longer alone in her body, this price is not much different from no price, and she can recover in a few blinks.

"What does this have to do with your men knocking me over!"

Frank seemed a little excited.

Holding the broken gun in his hand, which made people doubt whether it would explode the next time he pulled the trigger.

He looked quite embarrassed.

This was an unexpected disaster, after all, Silas did not inform him in advance after attacking him.

"I want to take the daywalker away, and you don't look like someone who will let us get what we want."

Integula's eyes were covered by the reflection of the glasses.

She stood in front of Frank with a long knife, and her posture was somewhat eye-catching.

This woman is not the kind of guy who will show mercy, although she is only standing on the side of humans and has good qualities such as compassion.

It's just that dragging her feet is not her style.

But such an explanation will definitely not have much sincerity.

Frank felt that he was getting angry.

Without any discussion, Silas suddenly appeared and launched a crushing attack on him.

It's okay to describe it as a beating.

After all, the gap between the two levels is a bit big, and Frank even has some difficulty in capturing the other's actions.

The power in the death ring on Frank's hand was almost exhausted, and he didn't understand why he was attacked.

It was unexpected that he was dragged down by the Blade Warrior.

"Then take him away. Anyway, I can't resist anything at this time."

Frank said this sentence almost word by word.

One hand has reached under his coat, where there are several grenades.

As long as the power of death is infused, this is still a big killer.

The Blade Warrior on the side also struggled to take out a grenade-like thing directly.

In addition to explosives, there are compressed garlic essence and some broken silver in that thing.

This equipment configuration is really professional, but the blood-sucking bastards restrained by this thing are not the same species as the blood-sucking in front of him.

It might be more effective to nail the heart with a wooden stake.

Frank saw the Blade Warrior's completely unconcealed action, and his eyes twitched.

This posture can't even do death together. After all, not many villains are fools who will come up when they see the grenade.

As for threats, Frank felt that they were useless.

"I don't think SHIELD would mind Blade becoming a non-staff member of the organization that kills vampires, and the help I can provide is no less than if you fight alone."

Integula forced a smile, which was a bit stiff.

She didn't care much about dignity. After all, after only a few people were left in the Helsing organization, from the moment she became a partner of SHIELD, dignity and dignity had already fallen into the dust.

This woman had never smiled much, and this smile was a bit weird.

Jill appeared not far away in a somewhat awkward manner at this time, and the ring on her hand was also taken off.

She was emitting a decayed smell.

This change only fell into Silas's eyes.

A child and a vampire looked at each other.

Silas' smile was quite sweet.

Jill acted as stiff as a puppet.

"You are really energetic now."

A somewhat old voice came out of Jill's mouth.

No one present felt familiar.

Only Frank was so angry when he looked in the direction of the voice!

His teeth were clenched!

"I remember, you are Frank's son? Or do you have another identity now?"

Intergula took a deep puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Only when things are not related to their own interests can humans be a little more objective. Even the quality of the first impression can become a reason for bias.

Now only Intergula is still calm, so she will conduct preliminary negotiations.

"I'm just saying a few words, don't be so nervous. Punisher."

Jill continued to speak.

There was no visible injury on the child's body.

"By the way, I'm Merlin. I think you must be familiar with this name."

Well, the guy who occupied Jill's body is Merlin.

The method is a bit excessive and a bit dangerous.

It's just that Merlin never seems to be a guy who likes to consider others.

Even this guy completely ignored Integula's question.

"I want to see Burkeso, but I don't want to leave any injuries to this child. Do you have any good ideas?"

Merlin continued.

But he used Jill's body to show a weird smile.

Although the part of his power that can be used is very limited, he can still observe some important things.

"Why don't you go directly to Harrogas, but occupy my child's body!"

Frank was obviously very angry. This man's life should have ended in revenge, but now it continues for his family.

Regardless of whether the person who occupied Jill's body was really Merlin, such an act would only show strong malice.

"I don't have enough power to project my consciousness to that mountain. You seem to have always thought that it was an ordinary mountain?

The power of that place is enough to make this planet change dramatically."

Merlin said so.

There was a bit of bitterness in his voice.

He was obviously dissatisfied with the power he had now.

"If I really can't leave, I would certainly like to visit such a strong man in person.

But, I have more important things to do."

Merlin's perfunctory explanation will not be recognized by Frank.

High anger and powerlessness are gnawing at Frank's heart.

In the human world, Frank is considered a strong man.

But when facing a guy like Merlin, his strength seems a little anxious.

What's more terrible is that he has no way to separate Merlin and Jill's body.

"Okay, knowing too much is not good for you and this child. Now, are you willing to help me think of a solution?"

Merlin continued, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Silas who was approaching him.

"I'll say in advance that my actions will not cause any harm to this child, and I will naturally compensate him afterwards.

So don't face me with the attitude of facing an enemy now, okay?

At least don't plan to attack me suddenly."

Merlin stretched out Jill's hand and pointed at Silas.

But nothing happened.

The souls living in Silas' body felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

They were constantly sending out alarms to Silas.

Merlin's consciousness also had a strong suppressive power for these souls.

"Come back, I'll take you to Harrogas, and I just happened to have something to ask those barbarians."

Intergula frowned and continued: "Silas, take the Blade Warrior, and then we're ready to leave."

Intergula didn't care about Frank's opinion at all.

He turned around and left in a swift and decisive manner.

Silas picked up the Blade Warrior on the ground with a sweet smile, and completed the disarming action by the way.

The highly professional grenade was put into Silas's backpack.

Then she took a deep look at Frank in pain, and followed Intergula thoughtfully.

Frank looked at his son with a painful expression.

He needed to comfort his wife and daughter first. If there was no good way to protect them, Frank even planned to send his relatives back to the kingdom of the dead temporarily.

After being touched by the extraordinary existence, the life of ordinary people seems to be gradually far away.

"I say, as a legendary figure, can you only think of those stories about evil wizards occupying other people's bodies?"

Merlin said somewhat weakly.

It's just that this mature and old-fashioned style appeared on Jill, and the strong sense of disobedience became heavier.

Merlin's voice was accurately transmitted to Frank's ears: "I'm just a warden, guarding the strongest existence in the world.

By the way, make sure that no one will disturb her before she wakes up completely."

Merlin's words were malicious.

Frank could easily distinguish these.

He didn't understand.

What was the meaning of Merlin's saying these to him?

Was it just to show off?

Or was it to make Frank "die with understanding"?

It seems that the emotional narration before doing bad things is also a routine for bad guys.

There are fewer and fewer villains in this world who know how to press the detonation button long before seeing the hero.