$477 Zul and the Witch Doctor (More to Come)
In the sanctuary at this time, Malthael was followed by Lilith, who was following in his footsteps.
Behind Lilith was Rasma with a gloomy look on her face.
The three people were walking in a world that was gradually collapsing, and under their feet was the last land they could stand on.
Three beings representing three groups walked silently.
Not far away, Nazebo, Li Min and Vera were quietly observing these three beings.
"Natsubo, are you sure you have informed Bulkesso about what happened here?"
There was no fear in Li Min's voice, not even any emotion.
Master Li Min is a well-deserved genius.
If the power of wisdom is not in the hands of Malthael, then she is now expected to become the new wisdom.
mortal?
This is just a contemptuous name for angels. They heard the name Nephalem more often from demons.
"I'm sure, given the character of those savages, if there was a chance to re-contact us, he would do it."
Nazbo's voice sounded a little weak, and the witch doctor's voice always seemed a little out of breath.
Maybe that tall body just makes spellcasters like witch doctors qualified to pay the price?
Using souls, this list even includes one's own soul.
The tasks witch doctors bear are definitely not easier than those of barbarians.
"Bulkess, I always feel that he is full of secrets, although he is indeed a comrade worthy of our trust."
Vera's eyes under the hood were a little dull. Restoring injuries and strength was not a problem in the original sanctuary, but now, survival itself has become a little difficult.
The world is on the verge of destruction. Where are there enough resources to support these extraordinary and powerful people?
But now Malthael and Lilith don't seem to be interested in them, at least that's what it seems.
Malthael was just measuring the remaining land with his feet, and Lilith's thoughts could not be seen on her cold face.
Rasma, the only one who might have told them more, was now like a voiceless child, following behind her mother.
"I still have a chance. At least with one chance, I can wrest the power of wisdom from Malthael!"
Li Min's voice contained an air of determination.
The magic power in her body is no longer suppressed by her, and everything that wisdom has explored begins to evolve around her.
Such an action was considered provocative to Malthael.
In most cases, archangels can be divided into two types. One is because of guys like Prius and Auriel, who never stingyly gather everything into themselves.
Instead, we continue to provide these wonderful foods to everyone equally.
And so does Malthael.
The beauty of wisdom lies in sharing and collision of thoughts, and the greatness of death lies in never being favored in a biased way.
The other type is guys like Tyrael and Isreal in the past, maybe adding the name of Inarius.
The authority is gathered in themselves, and no one can usurp it from their hands.
Tyrael's transformation also came about after he discovered that the authority of justice was separated from judgment.
As for Inarius and Ysreal?
They are still the same as before, they control their own destiny and their own balance!
Therefore, talents cannot control their destiny, and they can see unequal things happening around them everywhere.
"Then what? Then replace Malthael as the wisdom of this world, and then replace him and die with the death of the world?"
Vera's words were not polite at all. Although she still hated the archangel, what Malthael did now was a bit hard for her to describe.
The death of the world means that everything left in this world will become a burial. The same is true for Malthael as a wisdom. Perhaps he is ready to give death to the world and himself.
As for Lilith, that guy who has no knowledge but needs help even making decisions cannot be so smart.
The only question now is what kind of plan Rasma has in mind!
"We will continue to exist, at least that's what the soul of this world tells me."
Natsubo began his eloquent speech again, and the skin that was originally full of wrinkles became smoother little by little.
This strong body used to pay the rewards of those souls was filled with vitality bit by bit.
The easiest way to identify whether a witch doctor is powerful is to look at his appearance.
The vitality in a strong body is the reward for those souls. The weaker the appearance and the more wrinkled it is, the more souls the witch doctor has.
Just like a company that pays wages, the soul is the employee.
It's a pity that the upper limit of this company is there, affected by the body.
"Did those souls choose to disappear on their own, or did they have to disappear amid the destruction of the world?"
Li Min's voice has become stern.
At this time, there is no need to worry about whether your question is offensive to a witch doctor.
Nazbo's answer will determine what kind of determination Li Min will make.
"It was me who gave them their freedom."
Natsubo's eyes became cloudy a little bit.
The curled up body began to stretch a little bit, and a little bit of strong muscles were put on.
If the witch doctor had chosen the path of a warrior from the beginning, he would definitely not be like this now.
Tall and agile, full of strength.
"Masail didn't respond to me, but I don't want to watch it like this!"
Li Min finally stopped being patient. She has never been a weak person!
She has never been the kind of person who can only wait for the other party to have new compassion!
Even when facing Masail, the archangel who has mastered all the wisdom in the world, Li Min is still fearless!
Even though she knows very well how helpless she will be when facing the archangel of wisdom.
Because Prius can take back all the courage, Masail can naturally take back the wisdom that is scattered all over the world!
For Li Min, this is the greatest misfortune.
If Masail had not touched death, Li Min would not have faced this guy who is considered the source of wisdom.
Now she misses Zortun Kule's sarcastic sarcasm a little.
The battle between wisdom and wisdom, there is no possibility of operation between the strong and the weak.
And knowledge is the most powerful means to face wisdom!
"Then, we also need some protection that can stop those guys. Mages and demon hunters are not good at hard-hitting fights, and Masail is a real warrior."
As Nazebo spoke, the ground began to surge.
The soul of the zombie monster is one of the few souls that he has not released the contract.
"As wisdom, he actually chose to become a warrior to fight there. Masail pieced together everything that makes me hate!"
Li Min said this, looking at Lasma openly.
There is no need to hide, whether it is Masail or anyone else, they are very clear about the situation in this world.
The ground will become smaller and smaller, even if the archangel and the highest-level demon Lilith use their feet to stabilize the few grounds in this world with their own power, they can't stop this from happening.
"Maybe this is his wisdom."
Vera took out a flying knife, the edge of Jenny!
Those who dare to argue with the demon hunter Jenny will soon find that Jenny can "cut into" the key points with amazing thinking ability!
And Vera is the strongest among the demon hunters!
"The battle is about to start, which really makes me miss the good times of my youth."
Nazebo said this, and his body finally stood up!
The slender and distinct muscles ensure that he has a strong destructive power in his body!
Before he hired souls with his body as a reward, Nazebo was still an excellent warrior. At least in the "playing" between midnight children, Nazebo had a lofty status among barbarians that was no less than Bul-Kathos.
It's a pity that he didn't have the fat on his body to protect himself.
Fat is already the cheapest reward he can pay to those powerful souls.
"I want to know what you would use as a reward for Lasma's soul if you caught him?"
Vera asked Nazebo with a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth.
"I think the fat in the large intestine might be a good choice? But the necromancer is also an expert in souls."
Nazebo shook the voodoo doll in his hand, and the voodoo doll's small face was hideous and full of pain!
That's Zul!
The voodoo doll contains Zul's immortal resentment!
One of Rasma's best students!
The noble hero who used his own power to stand in front of his teacher during the necromancer's cleansing of the world!
Self-sacrificer, hope exile!
Courage and fear!
And, the pioneer in the pursuit of balance in human positions!
Zul!
"Nazebo! You'd better not think that my teacher is just a spellcaster! He is so powerful in close combat that I feel despair!"
The voodoo doll opened its mouth and laughed heartily!
He didn't feel despair!
He died under Rasma's scythe, but as the best necromancer besides Rasma! He is not so soft that he can be killed easily!
"Go! Let me see the final victory and death!"