$980 Wisdom Is Wrong, so Who Is Right?
Swallow is still outside the Earth, and his mind is in a mess.
This is one of the rare times when he does not lose his mind due to hunger, but because of the calculations of the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell, he is no different from a fool at this time.
Because he does not feel hungry, he even loses his instinct to find food.
Swallow is like a disabled person who has lost the ability to help himself.
Archangel of Wisdom Masayin and Tyrael are now observing Swallow's situation.
To be honest, the two of them are definitely not well-intentioned.
"Masayin, what are you going to do with this guy?" Tyrael was a little confused.
He did not know the specialness of Swallow, although he could intuitively feel the powerful power of Swallow.
But Tyrael really couldn't think of what this guy could do with a guy whose will was in chaos and who did not even know how to act.
"Using it to do something that is inconvenient for us is certainly not a bad thing in your perception.
If I were going to do that, I would not let you know."
Masayiner was very calm, and his grand ambition seemed to be somewhat out of tune with this world.
"Do you think you will do anything good?" Tyrael teased.
"I thought you wanted the Nephalem to stop me at that time because I was going to kill the Nephalem indiscriminately. But now, the connection between humans and demons in this world is not that close, and even if they are corrupted, they do not have such terrible power."
Masayiner just looked at Tyrael calmly. He had a lot of things to say to his most powerful brother.
But he also knew that once he said a lot of things, Tyrael would stop him.
Tyrael is just, and it has nothing to do with whether he is an archangel of justice.
He can do everything he can for justice, and that is why he chose the authority of justice.
Tyrael is special, he chose the authority, not the authority chose him.
For this reason, all the archangels have suspected more than once whether Tyrael is the will of the high heaven itself.
"I don't know how you came to this conclusion. How much power can a person have after being corrupted into a demon is not determined by how much power he once had.
Of course, this is somewhat related, but it still depends on how corrupted their hearts are."
Tyrael's words were not clear, and even a little unreasonable.
But Masayiner understood what his brother wanted to express to him, which was nothing more than something about kindness.
"It seems that you are not completely unaffected by authority, Tyrael."
Masayiner turned his head and stopped looking at his brother.
They used to be the best partners and two inseparable archangels.
Justice needs wisdom to guide, which is also the truth that Tyrael and Masayiner once recognized and used as a principle.
"Well, maybe I will become a little nagging during this period, but you know, I will recover soon. Just like our past." Tyrael said softly.
"Soon? That's the time scale in our eyes, but for now, that period of time is long enough." Masayin sighed.
"I want this guy to appear on Earth as the enemy of everyone on this planet.
I think you can probably tell that this guy has the breath of Imprus that has not completely dissipated.
He will be the enemy of the High Heaven, and of course the enemy of the Burning Hell.
Whether we get the faith of the people on this planet, or our reputation falls into the dust, depends on how far you can go."
Masayin said irresponsibly.
"Wait, do you mean that before I got the power now, you had already calculated this guy? According to your original plan, who would take action to deal with this big guy?" Tyrael was a little surprised.
This situation where nothing was said before, but suddenly a big thing came at the last minute.
This is particularly outrageous and strange.
"The original plan? Oh, I forgot that your understanding of me was still stuck in the years in Sanctuary.
Well, if you hadn't returned like now, then I would have made the move. Of course, it was the Archangel of Death, Masayin, not the Archangel of Wisdom."
Masayin chuckled, making his words sound like a bad joke.
But Tyrael knew that Masayin was almost never joking.
Every time he spoke, there was a purpose or value.
"Do you need to show the horror of death? I don't understand! Maybe the living will hate death because they are entangled in life.
But you and I both understand that death is the existence that gives life value."
Tyrael seemed to be planning to argue with Masayin, but he could only think of this level of reason.
"Of course, we all know it, but not everyone knows it.
Although human beliefs are worthless to the higher heavens, noble souls will fill the somewhat empty higher heavens.
Then Tyrael, tell me. Do you think it is more likely that noble souls will be born under our guidance? Or are there more noble people born naturally?"
Massayin'er didn't look back, he was still carefully looking at Swallowing Star who was in a daze in front of him.
Galactus's lack of action so far did not exceed Masayil's expectations.
The energy given to Galactus by the Prius keeps him from feeling hungry, but this will eventually end.
The energy will be digested by Galactus, and it won't be long before Galactus turns into the starving and increasingly crazy being.
When the time comes, Galactus will naturally take action on the nearest planet in front of him!
This is the result that the archangel needs. As for what the hell demons need from Galactus, Massa Yin'er doesn't care.
Is it nothing more than the kind of madness caused by hunger?
Emotions like greed or rage.
When all the will of a being is dominated by these negative emotions, it is the opportunity to drag them into the burning hell.
The Burning Hell requires the essence of this world, which is consistent with the higher heavens.
"Massa Yin'er, the Burning Hell is at its weakest right now. It's a bit strange that we didn't directly try to purify the Burning Hell."
Tyrell said.
"Of course, what I need is not a entangled burning hell, although I don't think the years in Sanctuary were so beautiful.
But one thing you and I have to admit is that in those circumstances, humans will rely on our existence.
This is indeed despicable, but as an archangel, why should I consider everything for mankind? "
Massa Yin'er's voice already contained a smile.
He didn't do anything wrong. If you just think and act from your own standpoint, you really can't criticize him.
At least not Tyrael, who is also an archangel!
"I think there are better ways to deal with these things. Life is equal, free will is equal."
Tyrael tried again to persuade Malsayir, although he also knew that there might be no value in doing so.
"Ha, is this why you exploded the World Stone?
It took Ynareth countless years before the nephalem were weak enough to need our help.
But your actions have restored the power of the Nephalem and made those barbarians who could have been exploited become hostile to us. "
Malsayir sneered at what Tyrael had done.
"Wisdom leads to justice, but you have never been the kind of honest and obedient guy. Could it be that the direction I pointed out to you was wrong?"
Masa Yin'er turned his head slightly, but immediately turned around again.
Obviously, Masayil did not have any complaints against Tyrell.
This is normal. The longer we spend time together, the more obvious our differences will become.
Either you turn a blind eye to it and gradually get used to it, or there is a conflict.
Most of the archangels chose the former, but the contradiction still existed, but it did not affect their judgment.
In other words, they have long been accustomed to ignoring this difference.
"I thought I would never hear that argument again."
Tyrell shook his head, and then slowly took off his beloved sword from his waist.
"The Glory of the Holy Feather, whenever I see this sword, I always find it beautiful.
Tyrael, are you ready for battle? "
Massa Yin'er smiled.
He knew Tyrell had made his decision.
"Since wisdom has not missed anything, it is not a bad thing for me to follow its guidance a little. Wisdom should be able to tell death where to go."
Tyrell said meaningfully.
"Counting the time, he is going to be hungry. Do you want to wait here and experience his power as soon as he starts to move?"
Massa Yin'er's smile became a little more relaxed, and this was a smile that truly came from the heart.
"That's no need. I just need to be on guard and don't let this guy escape your plot at the critical moment."
Tyrell said.
"Who can guarantee success? No matter how beautiful the vision is, it is not inevitable. Plans will always encounter saboteurs.
All I can do is actually tell you which direction is the best choice.
As for how to go and what difficulties you may encounter on the way, I can only overcome them together with you. "
Masa Yin'er said slowly.
He took out a quill and a parchment in his hand, which are the things that the Archangel of Wisdom always keeps by his side.
As for Reaper of Souls? That is the weapon of the Archangel of Death. Even when the Archangel of Death uses the Reaper of Souls, there is something unfamiliar about it.
"Do you think there is a demon god who is paying attention to us now?"
Tyrell made a joke that wasn't very funny.
“If anything, it just means we have no chance of beating them.
Or do you want to relive the feeling of us being one?
I'm ready, even split in two, but how do you convince Imprius and Auriel? "
Masa Yin'er responded seriously, this is his attitude towards jokes.
Serious, although not serious, but not much fun either.
"Perhaps Auriel and Imprius are actually mentally prepared. As long as it's not during this time, they will be fine."
Tyrell said, his originally dark pupils were now filled with a grayish aura, and the power of death had spread all over his body.
“I really don’t want to see that moment happen, especially since there cannot be no wisdom among the supreme angels.
But I actually don’t want to exist as the Archangel of Death at all. "
Masa Yin'er sighed.
“Perhaps we are all just too worried, and the Nephalem are trustworthy.
Although they also need to be careful, their mortal hearts are always fickle. "
Tyrell shook his head.
The Archangel trusts the Nephalem because countless heroes have been born among the Nephalem.
But the archangels are also wary of the nephalem, for it is not an uncommon story for the nephalem to set foot in the Burning Hell and blend in with it.
The story of a dragon slayer eventually becoming a dragon is all too common in Sanctuary.
“A greedy person doesn’t necessarily become a devil, right?
An irritable person may not necessarily become a demon, and even a person who likes fighting and loving the battlefield may not necessarily become a demon.
On the contrary, those who believe in glory and offer their own beliefs and beautiful visions are the most susceptible to corruption.
Tyrell, why do you think this is? "
Malsayin was talking about the Nephalem.
greedy? This is part of human nature.
Irritability and belligerence are human characteristics and preferences.
These are not the things that determine whether a Nephalem is corrupted or not.
"Because they discovered that the light of hope can only illuminate the place in front of them, while the places a little further away are still dark."
Tyrell felt a little sad.
There are countless former heroes among those Templars and Paladins who have become demons.
It's not that they can't see hope, on the contrary, they can see the light of hope right above their heads at any time.
But those who are under the light can only see darkness when they look around.
"Then why are there no corruptors among the Crusaders?"
Masa Yin'er asked.
"Because the Crusaders are always in darkness, and the light illuminates only where they come from. They are always stumbling in the mud."
Tyrell said hesitantly.
"Then the Crusaders are the only ones stumbling out of the darkness?"
The corners of Massayin'er's mouth raised.
"Including us, all existence is in darkness. It's just that some people regard a weak firefly as all the light."
Tyrell sighed heavily.
Their world has never been beautiful, because no beautiful world puts eternity on the head of war.
“There is no right or wrong, just to live and live better.
Those corrupt humans are actually just the way Fang Yu lives at the moment. They may be shaken and think that the way of living in the burning hell is better.
That's why I plan to grant death to all Nephalem.
When life ends, the value has been determined. Doesn't this count as kindness? "
Masa Yin'er asked softly.
"Your mercy belongs only to you, and it is clear that the Nephalem are unwilling to accept this mercy, because this is not a decision they made themselves."
Tyrael forced a smile.
“When decisions made by wisdom are no longer correct, then who can make the correct decision?
Is it justice? Or hope? Or is it courage?
It’s not about balance and destiny, right? "
Massa Yin'er's voice was sarcastic, and he didn't mean any guilt!