"Tyr, what's going on?"
Fandral and the others, who were the first to come to Earth, knew nothing about what happened in Asgard. At this time, there was no better way than to take the initiative to ask.
After all, it was a little hard for them to accept that a large group of acquaintances suddenly appeared around them.
But obviously, they will only get a not-so-good news.
"Father was defeated, and Kull suddenly came back."
Tyr, who had become Lord Skyhammer without others noticing, spoke loudly in a voice that everyone could hear clearly.
His tone was full of regret for his own powerlessness.
His words did a good job of inducing fear in the rest of the Asgardians.
There seems to be no other way to deal with Kuhl except fear.
"How is that possible?"
Fandral and the others suddenly heard the news of Odin's defeat, and instantly fell into an unbelievable situation.
The sudden appearance of these Asgardians made SHIELD, which was already stationed in this place, immediately nervous.
This is not dozens of people, but hundreds of people.
But tens of thousands of people!
The dense crowd packed SHIELD's temporary location to the brim.
And these SHIELD agents know exactly what Asgard represents.
They learned nothing from their exchanges with Fandral and his team. SHIELD experts had already completed their intelligence analysis on the Asgardians.
Facing tens of thousands of Asgardians, they simply did not have enough strength to be on guard.
Even if there is not the "omnipotent" Odin among these people, it is not something that ordinary human armies can match.
The body density of Asgardians is more than three times that of ordinary people, which means that their physical strength and other aspects are also far superior to humans.
And compared to humans, their physical strength is bottomless.
The most terrifying thing is the teleporter called the "Rainbow Bridge". SHIELD knew from Fandral and the others that it was a weapon capable of annihilating stars.
In addition, Asgard is a race that can launch inter-star battles, and their technology cannot be despised.
Even if Fandral and the others look like they are stuck in the cold weapon age, SHIELD, which has suffered from the barbarians on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, will no longer feel self-righteous about this.
"I think it is necessary for us to change places to communicate. The earth is willing to provide a temporary place for the Asgardians to live."
Natasha's voice came at the right time.
She is now in this base and serves as the supreme commander.
Natasha stood in front of Tire with a seductive smile on her face, her hands folded in front of her chest, which perfectly highlighted her own characteristics.
Crossing the arms across the chest is a defensive gesture, but when placed on Natasha, it has a unique charm.
There is no way, the "characteristics" of this agent from the red house are too outstanding.
"Asgardians need no mercy!"
Tyr roared loudly. At this time, he acted as a person who was still aloof even after losing his home.
The Asgardians call themselves gods on Earth, and he behaves in a manner that even those who are most familiar with Tyr would not raise any objections.
Even though the current earth is already different from the one Asgardians know.
You must know that not every Asgardian knows the existence of the Supreme Mage, and Tyr, as Lord Skyhammer, will not be kind enough to tell his compatriots this truth.
"We just want to help in any way we can."
Natasha took half a step back. This small gesture of concession could very well appease the other party's emotions.
Natasha knew exactly how she should behave to make the other party less wary.
"You should worship the gods!"
Tyr roared loudly, ignoring Fandral's obstruction.
This former God of Justice can no longer see the original prudence and justice in him, but only mania.
As fragile as a soldier defeated by fear.
As Lord Skyhammer, Tyr will do everything possible to spread fear at this time.
His consciousness had been turned upside down long after he became the Destroyer.
Diavolo's method of demagogueing people's hearts is not comparable to that of Kull, who is obsessed with the throne of Heavenly Father.
Tyr has turned into a thoughtful puppet, and every time he speaks, he can make the tens of thousands of Asgardians behind him feel endless panic.
"Please calm down, I need to contact my superior."
This time Natasha did not express her harmlessness by retreating and keeping her distance.
Going back to gain space is not a strategy that can be carried out forever. It would only be considered weak and deceitful.
Natasha loosened her arms in front of her, and clenched a fist with her plain white hands. There was no fist callus on the fist, but she felt that the skeleton of the fists seemed a little bigger.
No matter how well maintained it is, it will not completely cover up the traces of a warrior's training.
Natasha actually has various flaws in her body, so she has always been an agent unsuitable for lurking.
Perhaps it was because of her "famousness" that those organizations were willing to let Natasha infiltrate.
Is there anything better to show off than defeating the famous Black Widow? This seems to be something worthy of comparison among those organizations.
"Human, prepare enough spirits for us. And a place to rest!"
Tyr took a deep breath and said this.
Behind him were the Asgardians, including the old, the weak, the sick, and he needed to act like a successful leader, which would help harvest the leeks of fear, wave after wave.
"We will provide you with what you need as soon as possible. Please don't do anything too sensitive. I don't think you want to start a war with humans."
Natasha clenched her fists and said these words, then immediately turned around and left the scene.
She didn't know Tyr, but that didn't stop her from feeling the hidden threat.
Natasha walked to a place where no one could see her, opened a portal and returned to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
There was an Asgardian prince there, and Thor was already a barbarian.
She was able to get the news she wanted from Thor.
As for contacting superiors?
Her agents would do this, and Natasha didn't think that tens of thousands of people suddenly appeared in this world, and Nick Fury would know nothing about it.
Maybe Nick Fury, the evil guy, is furious in the office right now.
After the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel gave enough space to the Asgardians after receiving Natasha's signal, Tyr looked at Fandral and his group with an expressionless expression.
The Lords of Skyhammer, except Leah, will not know that the object of their allegiance is called Diavolo. They will only regard the God of Fear, Kull, as their true god.
This doesn't matter at all, after all, Kull is now Diavolo's vest.
As long as Bulkesso doesn't know about it, no one in the world will know the truth.
Diavolo is the most dangerous of the Demon Lords of Hell.
Because fear is everywhere!
There may be people in the world who don't hate, so Mephisto can't corrupt everyone.
Even if the weak have the desire to destroy, they are ultimately unable to take action, so Baal will encounter an existence that cannot be destroyed.
Sins can be redeemed, and those who bear them may awaken, so Azmodan's men occasionally lose control.
Pain and torture will not cover everyone indiscriminately, and there will always be Xin Yun'er who stays away from these.
So Duriel and Andariel are never invincible.
Lies will be shattered by honesty, and Billie will always fail.
Only Diavolo can achieve the great deeds of the Great Demon God!
Because even the Prius will feel scared when facing him!
Nothing escapes fear!
The fear of death, the fear of loss, birth, old age, illness and death will all give rise to fear!
Diavolo is always strong and seems to have no flaws.
…
"So you didn't find anything?"
Nick Fury held a stack of information in his hand and said to Hawkeye and Coulson in front of him, a hint of haze flashed in his one eye.
He had just received the report from New Mexico and was suffering from a headache.
"Yes, at least there is nothing unusual about Kingpin and the others."
Coulson lowered his head slightly and said this.
He gained nothing on that occasion.
As for Hawkeye, he stood there with his eyes closed.
He wasn't going to give Nick Fury the news about Spider-Man.
Just from the news of "Parallel Universe", he did not intend to let Nick Fury know about Spider-Man related matters.
"There is bad news from Natasha. Tens of thousands of Asgardians have come to Earth. According to them, Odin has been defeated and we are about to face a god named Kull."
Nick Fury seemed to say this news accidentally, and Hawkeye opened his eyes directly after hearing the words.
"I need to go to Harrogath. Is there anything you need me to tell the captain?"
Hawkeye understood that Nick Fury's words were never unintentional. Since he said it, it meant that he had a plan.
"I need you to tell Steve that you can pursue what you need with peace of mind recently. As for the Asgardians, the military will provide corresponding help, and we will serve as supervision."
Nick Fury rubbed his head. He began to miss the time when he still had hair to fall out.
Under the pressure, his fewer and fewer eyebrows also told his sadness about leaving.
"Well, it looks like this isn't something we can fully manage either."
Hawkeye said hello and left Nick Fury's office directly, then opened the portal and went directly to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Nick Fury completed another recording of the teleportation magic on a tablet at hand.
"Colson, how far is the research on the Purple Man?"
Nick Fury asked Coulson directly, with some concern in his tone.
"Because he lost his brain, he is still completely controllable."
When Colson said this, his body seemed to be resisting.
He is a firm boycotter of the purple people.
He promised Aibul Keso that he would properly dispose of this guy's body, but now he has joined the research.
That guy's super power is really too dangerous, but he can't stop it.
So Colson felt somewhat unwilling to do so.
"So, your leave is coming to an end, Coulson."
Nick Fury sorted out the documents in his hands, then sat up straight and looked at Coulson.
"I want you to continue going to that blacksmith shop and collect as much as you can about what they did in London before, and what happened there that we don't know about."
Nick Fury was very serious when he said this. Hawkeye, Black Widow and SHIELD no longer seem to be of the same mind. Although they are still working for SHIELD, they seem to have a greater sense of belonging to the barbarians.
It's not that Nick Fury doesn't want to catch Hawkeye or Natasha directly use Veritaserum, but it's because Bulcasso's existence makes him fearful.
The last time he suffered the injury at the hands of Bulqueso, he has not fully recovered until now.
Bulcaisel's existence is why S.H.I.E.L.D. maintains restraint on the Savages.
"Okay, you're the director."
Coulson easily took over the task, just as he needed to calm down.
The days of studying the purple man made him feel some inexplicable changes in himself, and his intuition told him that he was already on the verge of danger.
"By the way, regarding Spider-Man, didn't you say you already had clues last time? SHIELD needs its own supernatural power now. And that street hero seems to be a good candidate."
Nick Fury seemed to just mention it casually, and then said nothing.
"I will present the news to you in writing before I carry out the mission."
Coulson knew what Nick Fury meant.
What the big bald man with a dark heart needs is not Spider-Man to become a S.H.I.E.L.D. person, but to become his hidden power.
Nick Fury's ambitions are finally not limited to building a few secret bases that no one knows about. He now also plans to cultivate a secret power of his own.
Even Coulson didn't know who else he was targeting.
"Go ahead."
Nick Fury declared the conversation over, and after watching Coulson leave his office, he picked up the phone.
"Blade, you can continue."
Nick Fury was in contact with Blade before. As the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. during the London War, Blade's information was definitely clearer than what the British officials said.
If Blade hadn't disappeared for a while after the Battle of London and only now restored contact with him, he wouldn't have become so passive.
"Vampires are definitely something you should be careful about, and then do everything you can to strengthen SHIELD. I don't think your old comrade can be of much use against that kind of monster."
Blade's voice came from the other end of the phone, but there was a sense of urgency in the voice.
"Are you talking about the ancestor that the clans call? Or the blood god they claim?"
Nick Fury is a little impatient, and he hates Blade's reporting method that doesn't talk about the main point.
"The monsters I'm talking about are demons and angels, and the real vampires, not those bastards you know!"
Dao Feng's words stopped abruptly when he said this, and the phone was hung up.
Blade didn't hang up the phone with his own hands, but he encountered something he didn't want to encounter.
At this time, an elegant and profound figure in front of him gently turned off his mobile phone, and then looked at him with a smile.
"Are you Accardo?"
The Blade Warrior's voice was filled with confusion. The vampire blood in his body made him feel suppressed by his bloodline, but the figure in front of him didn't look like the handsome and enchanting Accardo at all, but like someone else. one person.
"How rude. I thought you would say the name 'Dracula'. It's rare that among the guys who stole my power, there is a guy who is barely interesting. How can he be so boring? What a huge disappointment."
Dracula whispered.
Then he observed the room where the Blade Warrior was.
Not far away were two Weeping Angels looking at each other.
It is unreasonable to say that the Weeping Angels are indeed powerful, but the fact that two Weeping Angels can observe each other is simply too funny.
"It's beyond my expectation that you can find this way to restrict the Weeping Angels. But haven't you understood that their power is not something that you and the organization behind you can covet?"
Dracula picked up a goblet and shook it slowly. The Blade Warrior could clearly smell the smell of blood in the cup.
Dracula is not Accardo, he does not drink only red wine.
The current Dracula is not the vampire king who wants to die at the hands of humans, but a downright evil monster.
"What do you want me to do?"
The Blade didn't offer any pointless resistance.
Facing his true ancestor, the Blade Warrior had no intention of resisting.
The Dracula in front of him was not the original one among those disgusting vampire bastards.
That was just a thief who stole the power of a vampire and also stole the name "Dracula".
Only the one in front of him is the true ancestor of vampires.
"I want to give you a little bit of power, but unfortunately, you have lost your virginity, so you cannot become my dependent, you can only be a slave."
Dracula maintained an elegant posture and shook the blood in the goblet, and the smell of blood began to spread.
Dracula stretched out his finger, dropped a drop of his blood into the goblet, and then placed the goblet in the blade's hand in a way that could not be caught by the naked eye.
"Maybe you'll still be lucky enough to be active under the sun."
Dracula said with a sinister smile, turned and left the scene.
As he left, the bodies of the two Weeping Angels were filled with dense cracks.
After letting out a scream from the soul, the two Weeping Angels died directly.
Dracula has been a little busy recently, because some idiot posted a photo of the Weeping Angels to a horror legend forum on the Internet.
As a result, the number of Weeping Angels increased abnormally.
"Whoever bears the image of an angel will eventually become an angel."
This is how Weeping Angels was born.
Of course this includes video tapes, books, and even monitors and pupils.
The blood in Dracula's hands was condensed from the life of the instigator. Now he needs to visit the forum viewers one by one.
Then eliminate the hidden danger of the Weeping Angels.
Blade Runner was just an actor he chose because he was bored and wanted to watch a good show.
The Blade Warrior looked at the goblet in his hand, and the depths of his soul were calling.
His body had a strong hunger instinct for this cup of blood.
The Blade Warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse, so he could only endure his nausea and pour the blood in the cup directly into his mouth.
He had never sucked blood before, and even if he needed to recover from an injury, he would choose blood transfusion.
Because he wants to differentiate himself from those bastards who regard blood-sucking as their nobility.
But facing the real ancestor of vampires, he had no choice.
…
On the top of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Natasha and Hawkeye met right in front of Steve.
Steve is learning how to fight with a shield from Kalju, the battle master, but the progress is a bit slow.
Because even if Kalju is the top blocking master, his purpose of blocking is to smash the enemy's head with his shield and fists.
If the situation was not so critical, Kalqiu would prefer the feeling of crushing the demon's head with his iron boots.
The shield was just his choice to prolong his fighting years.
But Steve didn't have that kind of power. Although it would be somewhat difficult for him to break an ordinary person's head, it was quite easy to separate the head and spine.
But when facing an extraordinary enemy, the final word cannot be finalized.
"Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready for battle."
Hawkeye said this to Steve.
While Nick Fury is talking about letting Steve go after what he wants, what does Captain America want? It's just a matter of getting rid of the enemy and embracing peace.
To put it bluntly, it's just to make Captain America ready to go to the battlefield at any time.
Hawkeye was dismissive of Nick Fury's conversational style.
Do you have to guess everything?
If you guessed it right, it means his leadership was meritorious; if you guessed wrong, it means his subordinates didn't understand it well?
This is a non-stick pan.
"What happened again?"
Just as Steve stopped what he was doing and was about to ask more questions, Kalju hit him on the head with a small broken wooden shield.
Steve lay neatly on the ground, his eyes looking at the sky in a daze.
"It seems you can only train so far today."
Kalqiu threw the broken wooden shield in his hand directly to the ground and disappeared.
Kalqiu was not interested in training a warrior who was destined not to become his heir.
If it weren't for Bulkesso's request, he wouldn't have done such a useless thing.
"Asgard has fallen. The remaining Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico. I am considering whether to tell Thor."
Natasha took out a bottle of vodka and drank it.
Only on the sacred mountain of Harrogath does this black widow show her wild side.
"This is really big news."
Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a slightly prickly feeling and said:
"Then what are you going to do? Keep it secret from Thor?"
"I was going to tell him, I just didn't know how to say it."
Natasha felt a little headache thinking about the pride she felt when Thor introduced everything about Asgard to them every time she saw Thor.
Do you want her to tell Thor, "Your father lost and was sealed together with your mother"?
Thinking of this, Natasha took out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, and almost took out a wave of bosha and started firing.
"I feel like something is wrong with the most common situation. There seems to be more and more things happening all of a sudden."
Hawkeye snatched the bottle of vodka from Natasha's hand and poured it into his own mouth.
Since the appearance of the Demon King of Hell, the world has suddenly become less peaceful.
Hawkeye only felt a little bitter.
Especially after meeting Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things completely got out of control.
"I thought that after I dealt with the Red Skull, the whole world would be at peace. Hell, I'm just a veteran, and now I'm getting a pension!"
Steve picked up his shield and covered his face as he spoke, his voice a little shaky.
"Who's going to tell Thor?"
Hawkeye said in a bit of a stupid tone, and he felt bad all over.
"How about I go? You know, the old guys have to enlighten the young people."
Vader's voice, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly sounded, and he appeared three or four steps away from several people.
"Ancestor Wei Da, you are here again. You are the only one on the entire Holy Mountain who seems to be doing nothing."
Natasha took out a bottle of wine with a smile and threw it over. Although the disembodied Vader could not drink wine now, this did not prevent him from collecting it.
Vader, who didn't save a dime before his death, naturally wouldn't have any fine wine hidden away.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be fighting the autumn wind everywhere.
"Is this a deposit?"
Vida smiled heartily, and then walked towards the direction of the Elder's Temple.
Thor is probably with that boring guy from Volusk now.
"Vida always said he was just the soul of a businessman, but who would believe his lies?"
Hawkeye muttered quietly.
The old general Qualkek always showed some respect when facing Vader. It would be a lie to say that Vader was not strong.
"Perhaps Vader will eventually meet someone who is right with him, and then he won't have to fight around."
Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow of the Holy Mountain.
At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the Holy Mountain.
Maybe not so brave…
What came was a man, 1.88 meters tall, with curly blond hair.
Compared to his height, his build looks a little thin.
It looks like it only weighs about seventy kilograms.
And his face was full of pain, as if he might commit suicide at any time.
"Young man, are you planning to die?"
Madoc frowned and spoke to the young man in front of him. He felt a somewhat annoying aura from this young man.
That's what death feels like.
And there was no life in this guy at all, as if he had lost the whole world, and he was worse off than dead.
"Yes, it's just me...how can I put this? I can't die."
“I tried jumping off a building, but there was a big hole in the ground, and I recovered after resetting my broken neck.
I also tried jumping into a lake, but ended up just sleeping. Bleach tastes like drinking coffee. Even a bomb can't kill me. I feel like I've been abandoned by death. "
The young man said this, and the more he talked, the sadder he became.
Although his experience is very sad, it is also ridiculous.
Craig Hollis.
Essentially, he is still a human being, just mutated...
Of course, this mutation is benign, and there seems to be no problem in calling it "Supreme Human".
As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.
Kill his body and he will only be resurrected immediately after a period of time.
And death seemed to have forgotten the existence of this guy and never intended to take away his soul. Perhaps his body was not yet ready to die, so his name was removed from his authority.
"It's so strange that those who despise life also despise death?"
Madoc rubbed his beard. He felt that this young man seemed to be able to make Malthael sick.
Although Malthael could kill the young man's soul with sheer force, the rules of death would have no effect on this guy.
"Why are you seeking death and climbing the Holy Mountain?"
Madoc started to have a headache, and he said a little irritably.
"It's just that it seems like I can be needed here and I won't be left behind. Someone said this to me."
Craig said this.
"Young man, what is your name?"
Tarik couldn't stand Madoc's perfunctory tone anymore. Compared to Madoc, Tarik preferred to give some guidance to young people.
As for Kolik, who was squatting on the other side, he just said nothing.
Korik respects life, so he doesn't like those who fight to seek death.
You must know that even the berserker Balnar is fighting for survival.
He didn't even want to look at the guy who was fighting to follow the footsteps of death.
"Craig Hollis. Can I find what I'm looking for here?"
Craig asked with a hopeful tone, and suddenly there was some light in his originally lifeless eyes.
"If you want to die, just go to the most dangerous places. There will always be someone who can kill your soul."
Talik was a little angry when faced with this young man who despised life and death.
The death of the body does not mean death, just like the souls of their ancestors, they just changed their way of existence.
The death that barbarians face is not just physical death.
In the battle with the Hell Demon, in many cases the barbarian warriors would not even leave their souls behind.
This is also why the priests of Rathma, those somewhat terrifying necromancers, use the corpses of the dead.
What can a soulless corpse do to avenge the devil?
Only the Necromancer can make these soul-dead souls take revenge on those who caused their death.
This is why barbarians never speak ill of necromancers.
Those guys are worthy of respect, but still not close to them.
"Kill my soul? That's not what I want. I want to go to the place where the dead should go, but I am always rejected."
Craig said in a very low tone, and his whole body fell directly to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.
Tears kept leaking out of his eyes.
"Are you going to the kingdom of the dead?"
Bulcaisel's figure suddenly appeared in this place, and then the tall figure stood above Craig's head.
"Why?"
Bulcaisel didn't quite understand what this guy was thinking.
It's not like Bulcaisel has never seen people seeking death, but most of those guys just want eternal sleep, not go to some kingdom of the dead to continue suffering.
Bulcaisel just glanced at Craig and roughly understood this guy's so-called immortality.
Just physically, this guy has achieved a certain level of perfection.
But this kind of perfection did not give Craig the qualification to become stronger, it only made him extremely outstanding in terms of recovery and longevity.
With a vitality that is almost the same as that of a pure Nephalem, the body exudes vitality all the time.
Lifespan can be described as "infinite". In terms of resilience, because the soul is not accepted by the rules of death itself, the body will continue to recover.
This is a guy who is almost indistinguishable from the Nephalem.
There is no difference except that the life and soul of the nephalem will be accepted by death, and the nephalem have no limit on the growth of their power.
"I……"
Craig was hesitant. He wasn't sure whether he should share his pain with strangers.
"Okay, kid. You are not suitable to be a barbarian. Your body will not accept the blood of the barbarian Nephalem."
Bulcaisel sat directly next to Craig.
This guy's body is more balanced and it is impossible to accept any biased Nephalem bloodline.
The bloodline of barbarians, demon hunters, necromancers, and disappeared druids is closer to demons, while the blood of crusaders, witch doctors, and others are more like angels.
Only the bodies of monks are closest to the concept of balance.
Some clues of this can be seen from the transformation skills that explore the power of blood.
The ferocious look of the Barbarian's Berserker's Wrath is as full of negative emotions as the Witcher's Revenge Transformation. Those druids who disappeared and turned into beasts would not be without their bestiality. The necromancer's dual blood and soul is more like using demonic means to divide the soul with blood.
The warrior form of the Crusaders Akarat is golden and looks like a battle angel without wings of light.
The soul walking of the witch doctor shows the nature of their soul. The dark blue soul is not much different from the Archangel of Destiny, Israel.
As for the monks' Aura Enlightenment skill, which is jokingly called black transformation, the whole body turns into pitch black, but everywhere they go is filled with divine light. It was as if the Prius was dyed black, or Mephisto believed in the Holy Light.
The bloodline of the monk is the most balanced.
As for the mage...
The mage is the superposition of knowledge and rules, and the posture of the mage is completely that they use their soul and knowledge to forcibly control the rules.
Bloodline is of no use to them.
Bulcaisel even suspected that Li Min could obtain that kind of terrifying power even if he was not a Nephalem, and use knowledge to obtain eternal life.
As for Craig, whose body tends to be perfectly balanced as a human being, if he wanted to become a Nephalem, only the bloodline of the monks could be integrated into it.
"I don't want to be a barbarian, I just want to go to the land of the dead."
Craig didn't quite understand Bulcaisel's words. He just wanted to be treated equally by "Death".
"Then you'll probably need to file a death petition yourself."
Bulcasso also began to feel troubled by the guy in front of him.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out why the Holy Mountain of Harrogas would let this guy come up and guide him to come here to meet this guy.
Bulkesso couldn't figure it out.
Originally, he was sitting quietly on a stone, thinking about what kind of evidence he could use to wake up Leoric.
The skeleton of Mina Harker is indeed enough for Skeleton King Leoric to appear as a support, but Bulcasso does not want to revive the Skeleton King who hates life and refuses to die.
The person he wanted to awaken was Leoric, the wise king of Canduras. If that guy was awake, he could bring a lot of advice to Bulcaisel.
Especially the knowledge about the dark soul stone and the experience of fighting against the whispers of the Hell Demon King, these are what Bulkatho needs.
"I just want to go to the kingdom of death. Living is too painful for me."
Following Craig's words, Bulcaisuo suddenly understood the meaning of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
A body rejected by death, a soul wanting death.
This is Leoric's best support.
"Maybe I..."
Halfway through his words, Bulcasso suddenly stopped talking.
If he wants Leoric to revive, he has to take away a person's immortality? Even if eternal life is painful for this person, even if what this person wants is to be led by death?
This is not fair at all! Life cannot be weighed apart from life itself.
Regardless of whether the owner of this life wants to continue living, this life is his own.
Life should not be the price.
Even if he didn't need this life, Bulcaisuo couldn't give anything of equal value in exchange for it.
"You can temporarily live on the Holy Mountain. This place may make you think more openly. If you are afraid of losing, you will not lose anything here. At least you will no longer be sad for loss."
Bulcaisuo twitched the corners of his mouth and finally said this.
Now that Holy Mountain recognizes Craig Hollis, he will not forcefully drive him off the mountain.
A person who is looking for death?
How sad that is.
There is nothing sinful about this guy, just some small kindnesses.
Being different can sometimes be seen as a mistake, but the Nephalem have always been different.
The sacred mountain of Harrogath has room for a sad wretch.
"Can death be seen here?"
Craig's voice was filled with humble supplications, which made Bulcasso's expression even more uncontrollable.
"Death has left indelible pain here."
Bulcaisel grabbed a ball of snow from the ground, beneath which lay the remnants of the savages who had turned to ashes when death came.
Death claimed the lives of the barbarians, and Malthael's power crushed the souls of the unfortunates.
They end up with nothing left.
Bulcaisel still couldn't like this guy named Craig Hollis.
What kind of courage did this guy use to get the recognition of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas?
Could it be the courage to persevere and seek death?
Bulkesso felt increasingly confused.
