797 People Who Claim to Be Gods Are Definitely Seriously Ill!

"To be honest, when I disappeared in Malthael's hands, I thought he would destroy my soul directly.

In the end, I never expected that guy would release all the souls of the Nephalem."

Nazebo said while chewing dried meat.

He was somewhat difficult to understand the choice made by Malthael.

Although Nazebo was the type of person who lived very transparently, he could not see through the soul essence of an archangel.

"Malthal had a great dream. He was the same as Tyrael at the beginning.

It's just that two good friends took different paths.

Who can say who is wrong?

If they didn't kill humans, I think they and us are just a matter of position."

Bulkeso curled his lips.

Hate has been born, so this is not a problem that can be explained by different positions.

Bulkeso will take action directly when he sees Malthael, and use all his means to kill this enemy.

As for Tyrael...no one knows where he is now.

But the state of "dead" has been confirmed.

The only question is whether the other archangels have thought about saving Tyrael's soul.

A soul that has entrusted its justice and the authority of the archangel to others, leaving only the name of Tyrael.

"Tell me about the current situation.

You are not sure where Diablo is?

Do you mean the Diablo who occupies Leah's body, or the Diablo who truly represents the authority of fear?"

Vera glanced at Bul-Kathos with a sidelong glance.

"Both."

Bul-Kathos's face was not very good when he said this.

The three old guys have thought about Diablo's identity.

And they came up with almost the same answer.

Diablo should not be the original Dread God.

As for who the original Dread God became, they never got an answer.

Bul-Kathos had an estimate in his mind about how powerful the Great Demon God's power could be.

But when he was in the high-level heaven, my brother, the Great Demon God Diablo, actually only showed the authority of fear.

This matter made Bul-Kathos concerned for a long time.

After all, the Great Demon God is also half a Creator God.

How could he only show that he is much stronger than Imprus and the others, but cannot use the authority of the first level of the Creator God?

Bul-Kathos blocked his own fear, so he had the upper hand when facing the Great Demon God.

If the Great Demon God at that time had used other authority, he would not have failed so miserably...

"Don't worry.

But do you plan to call back Kharazim?

He is a good guy, if you don't count the Vandaroni in his soul."

Nazebo patted Bul-Kathos's shoulder.

The skinny hand fell on the bulging and scarred muscles, which looked a bit awkward.

"I tried.

But Kharazim and Vandaroni both rejected me.

They said that their lives had come to an end, so they gave everything to Craig.

They also told me to tell you that you can treat Craig as him."

When Bul-Kathos said this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

It's easy for Karasimu to say.

How can such a thing be solved as he said?

Consider Craig as Karasimu?

Come on, who among the three old guys present doesn't know what the reincarnation of a monk is?

That's not a rebirth through borrowing a body, it's just a simple transfer of experience and accumulated "wisdom" to a brand new individual.

Even if you can see the shadow of the previous one in the new monk, it can only be a shadow.

"Karaasimu, who is ridiculously stubborn, cheers to Karasimu who put an end to his story!"

Nazibo raised the ceramic bowl in his hand, and the wine was shaking in the bowl, and the opportunity was about to spill.

"Cheers!"

"For the stupid and wise Karasimu!"

Bulkeso and Vera raised the ceramic bowl together and hit it heavily.

The wine in the three ceramic bowls splashed along with the force, and then the wine in the three ceramic bowls completed an exchange.

Some things are like this wine, and there is no need to distinguish too clearly.

"Three excellent Nephalem.

You are Bul-Kathos? Then you are Vera and Nazebo?

May the gods protect you."

The voice of the sky goddess Yinna suddenly sounded on the crystal dome.

"I didn't prepare the fourth pottery bowl."

Bul-Kathos' eyelids twitched.

The look in his eyes became a little dangerous.

No one likes to have a few more people suddenly appear when they are gathering with friends.

Especially this guy looks so high and mighty!

Vera and Nazebo may not care about the "protection of the gods" in Yinna's mouth.

But Bul-Kathos will care!

Because it has always been the barbarians who call on Bul-Kathos' name for protection.

The gods who appeared at this time want to protect the immortal king of the barbarians?

This is already a provocation.

"My name is Yinna, and I appeared here because I heard you talking about Karasim and Vandaroni."

Yinna is full of clean breath.

The sky is always clear and spotless.

The dust of the world can only cover the sight of human beings, but in fact, dust can't stain Yinna.

"Sky?"

Bulkaiso casually exposed Yinna's authority.

Then he retracted his gaze.

Bulkaiso doesn't like people like Yinna. Who in this world should be superior?

"Naturally?" Yinna looked at Bulkaiso before continuing: "It seems that there are also the power of the seven devils of hell and several archangels?"

"None of your business!"

The anger on Bulkaiso's body flashed.

Nazebo, who was arm in arm with him, suddenly retracted his hand that was burned.

"Although there is a little difference in age between us, we are also a generation.

Then, Lord God of the Sky, if you plan to find a barbarian who can talk to you.

Then I suggest you look for Kanai? Or Volusk?

Or Orak?"

Nazebo said a series of names.

He hadn't had time to listen to Bul-Kathos's story about the ending of these guys...

"I have no ill intentions."

"I know, if you came to me with ill intentions! Then you should have cooled your hot brain in the Fountain of Heaven by now!"

Bul-Kathos took a gulp of wine.

This time he didn't even turn his head.

Uninvited guests are often annoying.

"Nazebo. Those ancestors you mentioned are gone."

Bul-Kathos said with a crooked mouth.

"Well, they are all dead.

It's normal to go to bed early.

Who said that the soul doesn't need to sleep?"

Nazebo muttered twice.

Vera drank the wine silently.

In fact, none of the three people present had a good impression of Yinna.

Even if they had respect for this hero before, that respect became a thing of the past the moment Yinna disturbed the gathering of the old friends.

Vera just never expressed hostility in her own language.

She preferred to reduce her presence and then release a sudden attack.

"I need you to go..."

"Shut up!"

Bul-Kathos interrupted Yinna rudely.

Although they didn't reach the stage of direct confrontation, the atmosphere was tense.

"Warrior monks! I respect you who are fighting for the survival of mankind.

But you should at least know who you are facing!"

Bul-Kathos stood up, with both hands on the hilts of the two swords.

The head of the Ten Thousand Gods? Yinna of the sky?

So what?

Although Yinna is among the group of warrior monks, there is no other powerful existence older than Yinna except the first creator.

But to put it bluntly, the status of the head of the Ten Thousand Gods is the same as that of the Immortal King!

Who is more noble than who?

"I have no ill intentions."

"But you are full of arrogance!

I think you have completely forgotten how to be polite as a person after becoming a Ten Thousand Gods!

Even if you want to join our banquet, you should ask honestly first!"

Bul-Kathos began to move his shoulders.

Even Bul-Kathos, who was active in Sanctuary, would not be afraid of Yinna.

Yinna was a powerful monk who had the power of the sky, but at that time, Bul-Kathos was also an immortal king who had the power of nature!

Both of them were so powerful that they could be called gods!

And Bul-Kathos was still a barbarian!

"Bul-Kathos, this is High Heaven.

It's okay for us to hold a banquet in someone else's house.

But isn't it a bit too much to fight in someone else's house?"

Nazeebo stood up staggeringly with a bit of drunkenness.

Although his legs were still bent, he didn't look short.

"Inprius and Auriel have moved!

They now live in a civilian area three streets away from my blacksmith shop.

It seems that someone killed Iseril.

Now only Inarius is at home!

As for the angel Malthael, he should not intend to face my wrath in High Heaven."

Bul-Kathos finally turned his attention to Yinna.

There was that kind of incomprehensible look in his eyes.

Bul-Kathos couldn't understand how a person could hypnotize himself into a god who was different from humans.

This was a little funny in Bul-Kathos's eyes.

He didn't want to be a good person, but insisted on saying that he was a god?

What's wrong with this? Was he beaten by the devil of hell and couldn't think normally?

You should know that the people in Sanctuary would worship the first generation of Nephalem as gods when they prayed.

But none of those guys who were regarded as gods claimed to be gods.

And Yinna at this time felt a bit like this.

She seemed to really regard herself as some kind of god.

"Swish~"

There was a small sound of a sharp weapon piercing the armor and the body!

"You didn't talk so much nonsense before.

Should I say that your self-cultivation skills have improved?

If it was in the past, you would have chopped him up with a knife when this guy interrupted our banquet."

Vera poked his head out from behind Yinna's body, which was gradually dissipating, and said.

Vera likes to wear a hood, but her hood is not like the hood of the archangel that can completely cover her appearance.

"Yes, people around me say that my temper has improved a lot."

Bulcaisuo glanced at the gradually broken Yina and knew that this was just a phantom.

I simply stopped paying too much attention to it.

“Krashim’s body change cannot make him look like a normal person.

I remember that Karasim's body changes were always colorful, and it looked like he had fallen into fuel. "

Natsubo dragged Bulcasso back to sit on the ground.

Then he placed the sacrificial knife and voodoo doll on the ground beside him, and picked up the wine bowl again.

"If there was no water in Yin Na's head, she wouldn't bother us again.

My attack just now was not aimed at Phantom.

That guy seems to be able to change places with his own body? "

Vera picked up the dagger in her hand and looked at it.

A little blood can be seen on the tip of the dagger.

"I remember that the dagger I made for you was the sharp edge of Jiani.

As a result, you have now switched to the Blade of Jealousy? "

Bulqueso glanced at the dagger in Vera's hand and shouted with a bit of impatience.

"Stubborn old man! Have you ever seen anyone who always takes other people's gifts to stab them?

Moreover, the Blade of Jealousy will definitely hit the target in the first blow.

Isn't it good for sneak attacks? "

Vera shook off the blood beads on the dagger and sat on the ground again.

“I met Jiani in person back then.

The dagger in her hand is also the most gorgeous I have ever seen.

Of course, I'm not talking about the appearance of the dagger, but the fighting stance. "

Bulcaisel seemed to be talking about something irrelevant.

"I know that you always like that simple and rough fighting style.

Isn't it simple and crude enough for me to shoot with a hand crossbow?

I remember back then I held my preferred hand crossbow in my left hand and the Dawn in my right hand. ①

I didn’t see you praising me even when the demonic tide caused a rain of blood! "

Vera said, throwing her hood behind her.

Revealing that somewhat too fair face.

A head of black hair seems to be giving birth to mystery.

“At that time, I was using Whirlwind on the other side.

You can't ask a barbarian to maintain balance and recognize the way while using Whirlwind, and also be able to clearly see how handsome his comrades are in battle, right?

But I remember that time I killed 100,000 demons first.

A full day ahead of you. "

Bulcasso tilted his head and took another sip of wine.

"I don't remember competing against you at that time."

Vera took a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into her mouth, and said vaguely.

“A contest that I initiated unilaterally.

It turned out that I won, so I didn’t tell you. "

Bulcaisel glanced in the direction of the door of the Crystal Dome.

There seems to be something wrong with Johanna's breath over there.

This is a bit weird.

Inarius should not have the strength to defeat Johanna at this time.

As an angel who was sent to the burning hell and tortured for who knows how many years.

There wouldn't be so much power left in Inaris.

“We were eating meat and drinking wine, and Johanna was guarding the door for me?

Isn't it a little bad to do this? "

Natsubo touched the voodoo doll beside him.

Then a small group of ghost children suddenly appeared next to Natsubo.

The appearance of those little guys is not very good-looking.

But Natsubo doesn't care at all about the images of the little ones he summons.

The zombie monster is ugly enough, but the zombie dog is even uglier.

And these ghost children are the most beautiful individuals that Natsubo can create and can move freely.

"Can your ghost child tell who the enemy is?"

Bulcasso glanced at the little guys who were as lively as naughty children, and then asked.

"That's not true.

That's because these little guys can sense what will happen if they attack Johanna.

Although these little guys are not alive, the instinct of life still exists.

Does this verify that the instinct of life can actually affect the soul? "

Natsubo clapped his hands, and then watched the little guys running in the direction of Johanna.

“That’s something you should think about.

But I always feel like there's something wrong with this guy Inaris. "

Bulcaisel muttered.

Then he stuffed a large piece of dried meat into his mouth, then took out the black bread and took a bite.

“We’re not from the same generation as them.

If necessary, just do it.

It’s like I did Yin Na just now. "

Vera said nonchalantly.