Chapter 802 Death God Army

After fifteen years of training.

Vivienne now has a bit of a womanly style, even if she yells at Li Jun, it is commonplace.

Moreover, during these fifteen years, Li Jun successively told the second daughter about himself secretly.

Nalia and Vivian never thought that there are more boundless worlds outside of the dark world.

"Big brother, I think this angel doesn't want to cooperate with us. Why don't you beat him up and use the soul search technique to find out everything." Vivian murmured softly.

Li Jun couldn't help laughing.

The more she looked at Vivienne, the more she looked like a little witch, ready to strike at the slightest disagreement.

However, this Tyrell really didn't give face, all his thoughts were on Nephalem.

"Forget it, let's go. Just wait for Marcel to appear." Li Jun said, turned and left the cathedral.

The news has already been released. For the Soul Stone, Marcel is determined to get it. Even though Tyrell is tight-lipped, it is not difficult for Li Jun to know Marcell's location.

Five days later.

"Resurrected! All the dead in the cemetery are resurrected!"

"Run! The dead are coming!"

"Help!"

"Mother……"

Death came without warning, and Wesmarch was thrown into chaos in an instant.

The dead bodies that were originally buried in the cemetery came back to life one after another, rushed into Westmarch, and chased the residents of the city on the streets.

Corpses are everywhere!

Boom boom boom...

The outskirts of Westmarch.

Thousands of soul snatchers walked towards Wesmacht in neat steps.

Impressive.

The Maiden of Death followed the Soul Reaper, leading a flood of undead armies, and at the same time began to attack Westmarch.

Marcel's arrival was unusually high-profile.

Leading the forces of the Chaos Realm, they came directly to Wesmacht.

Soul refining arrays were built in the cemetery outside the city, and countless corpses were moved and thrown into the soul refining arrays by the soul snatchers.

Screams, howls, cries, complaints...

All kinds of voices intertwined in the city, and the shadow of death completely enveloped Westmarch at this moment.

at the same time.

Westmarch, Cathedral.

Horadrim hugged the soul stone tightly and looked nervously at the door of the tomb.

Mather's army has come.

As a chaotic world that can compete with heaven and hell, Marcel possesses Tyrael's fundamental irresistible power.

Under the shadow of death, the Horadrim holding the soul stone seemed to be able to hear the screams of countless citizens of Westmarch.

"Tyrael, is it really safe here?" Horadrim asked with a worried face.

"Don't worry, with Nephalem and I here to protect you, even if Marcel attacks, it's impossible to take away the Soul Stone!" Tyrael said seriously, holding the Archangel's sword tightly.

"Even the devil king of hell surrendered under our roar. How dare a Martha appear in front of us?" The young Nephalem stood in front of the Horadrim, protecting the soul stone from one side to the other.

"Hohohoho..."

The faint blue dead air suddenly rose from the ground and permeated the tomb.

The entire tomb suddenly became gloomy and cold.

"Tyrael, the young Nephalem, and... the Horadrim..." A gloomy voice sounded behind Horadrim.

The three turned their heads immediately.

Wearing a black robe and a hood, Marcel, who was shrouded in death, stood calmly behind the three of them.

"Soul Stone..." Marcel's eyes fell on the Soul Stone in Horadrim's embrace.

This stone has caused the greed of countless angels and demons.

The eternal war started, and the flames of war spread from the world to the highest heaven.

"This is the source of all evil... It must be destroyed!" Marcel said coldly, "Give me the Soul Stone."

Tyrell shook his head slowly, and said, "Massel, my former brother, the soul stone cannot be given to you."

Wow...

Marcel put his hands in his arms, and pulled out suddenly, a pair of Death Scythes with surging blue light, was pulled out by Marcel.

puff……

Without saying a word, Martha pierced the Horadrim's chest directly with the Death Scythe.

In front of Tyrael and the Horadrim!

No warning!

Before he even had time to react, the Horadrim died in the hands of Marthael.

"Massel!" Nephalem roared wildly, his eyes tearing open, and he rushed towards Marcel.

hum!

Marcel's body suddenly turned into mist, passing through Nephalem's body.

The latter flew into the air, staggered, and fell into the coffin.

"Tyrael, all disputes in the world come from good and evil. Without good and evil, the world will be peaceful. You are my former brother. You should understand me and support me!" Marcel said coldly. The voice rang in Tyrael's ear.

Tyrael drew out the Angel Sword, and with a bang, two golden wings of light condensed behind his back.

"Massel, the soul stone cannot be given to you. Your plan is to let more people lose their lives."

"Well, if that's the case, Tyrael, then I'm not going to be polite!"

boom!

As soon as the words were finished, Marcel raised his hand directly, and on the Death Scythe, a turquoise death energy suddenly emerged and blasted towards Tyrell.

The power of fear immediately swept towards Tyrell!

The coercion was like a mountain, suppressing Tyrell, making him unable to move at all.

Marcel's power has been raised to an unimaginable level long ago in the Chaos Realm. Even Tyrell is not Marcell's opponent at all.

Boom!

Suddenly, Marcel's arm trembled, and the coercion increased again. Tyrell's body, like a short-lined kite, was blown away on the spot by death energy.

Puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Tyrell's mouth.

Seeing this scene, Marcel sneered, turned around and picked up the soul stone.

"Massel, put down the Soul Stone!" Tyrael yelled.

How could Marcel talk to him?

Picking up the soul stone, he planned to leave.

At this moment!

A fissure bursting with golden light suddenly appeared above the tomb!

buzz buzz...

Ear-piercing buzzing echoed in the tomb, and the crack suddenly enlarged, forming a huge door.

Three people, one man and two women, walked out slowly from behind the golden gate.

It was Li Jun and the three of them!

"It's you again?" Marcel's expression sank when he saw Li Jun.

These four people seem to have seen each other a long time ago.

Seeing Li Jun and Liya Vivian appearing, Marcel was not surprised at all.

"Are you looking for a lifeless old mother again?"

"Sorry, this time, we didn't come here for Wusheng mother, but for the soul stone in your hand." Li Jun replied.

"Soul stone..." Marcel stared at the soul stone in his hand.

Sudden!

Marcel held the death scythe, and rushed towards Li Jun!

The death energy was raging, shaking wildly in the tomb.

Li Jun stared at Marcel blankly, and said, "Massel, do you really think that you can keep the soul stone?"