"Although it's a bit presumptuous, can you send me to Harrogas now? I have something to confirm."
Doctor Who said to Nick Fury.
He felt the presence of a being somewhat similar to himself, and he was certain that the place was Harrogas.
But without the help of the TARDIS, he would have to ask someone else to get through it.
"We are fighting here!"
Rumlow raised the hammer and shouted without looking back.
"It's more important to deal with the immediate matter first."
Steve said the same thing.
Those souls started to take action and became angry.
The High Heavens took away the souls they needed, but the Burning Hell is now on lockdown.
Baal will not send anyone here to collect these souls.
Tyrael, who was keeping him company, could guarantee that.
"So do you have a flying vehicle here? It's best to have an automatic pilot."
Doctor Who pointed the sonic screwdriver in his hand at the tablet on Nick Fury's side.
He has made a decision and no one can convince him.
"Yes, but you are still under interrogation."
Nick Fury winked, and John Wicker reluctantly walked to Doctor Who's side.
Although Nick Fury himself has the ability to solve this problem, once he takes action, he will lose his mystique as a leader.
How "powerful" he is is also a secret.
"Oh? Are you going to use force? To be honest, I am not something ordinary people can control."
Doctor Who smiled, while Clara and Amy behind him were a little flustered.
Then a pistol was thrust into his waist.
"Except those with weapons, of course."
Doctor Who is still smiling.
There would be trouble here soon, he was sure of it.
So temporary tolerance will not have any bad consequences, it has always been the case.
"hurry up!"
Steve hit a soul rushing towards him with the shield in his hand, knocking the guy with "I am a bad guy" written all over his face into a ball of debris.
"I'm trying my best!"
Rumlow roared as he stuffed the hammer in his hand into the mouth of a soul.
His body was still a little weak, but he could barely wield the weapon without any problem.
At the same time, Loki finally appeared in the laboratory where the Cosmic Cube was stored.
The scepter in his hand was pointed at the busy researchers.
It's a great time.
SHIELD has no room to control these, and the military is constantly putting pressure on SHIELD because of the disappearance of General Ross.
No one would care about him, and Loki could do whatever he wanted.
Click!
A piece of metal fell to the ground, making a sound that was only slightly similar to thunder.
But it was enough to give Loki a shiver.
Then he shook his head and smiled.
His brother does not have Thor's hammer in his hand, and making thunder is not something he can do now.
Loki laughed at his own timidity with a bit of bitterness in his eyes.
As a mage, he did not gain anything from the guidance of the Supreme Mage.
Now his consciousness can only control some unimportant things about his body, such as a look or a smile.
The body is still under Thanos' control.
A mage who can't speak independently is like a doll.
At this moment, he remembered the comment "What a weak god" and could only feel sad secretly.
Loki's body killed the researchers without a word and left the scene with the cosmic imitation in hand.
Just after he left this place littered with corpses, a portal was opened.
Thor's strong body was hung with a butcher's cleaver, and he appeared here holding Hela.
"What's going on?"
Thor said this as he looked at the corpse.
He gritted his teeth.
He followed Loki's breath of power to open the portal, but now the remains of Loki's power on the corpse seemed to be taunting him.
"Loki! What did you do!"
Thor roared with anger.
Hela behind him grabbed his arm and told him to calm down.
She already knew what Loki was like from the exchanges between the siblings.
But what is happening now does not seem to be the move of a god of mischief.
There must be something fishy in this.
"Sister, I understand, I won't lose my cool!"
Thor looked at the shocked corpses and clenched his fists.
It's one thing to believe your brother, but another thing to prove!
Thor took off the weapon from his waist. He is going to another place now!
Originally, I wanted to go with Loki, but now I can only change my plan.
Lord Skyhammer Tyr the Destroyer!
Thor learned this unbelievable news from Leah.
He wants to take back his power, take back Mjolnir and his hammer brother!
"Then let's go. I also want to see if Tire has made any progress over the years."
Hela smiled, her eyes a little cold.
She no longer resented Thor in front of him, nor did she have any ill feelings toward Loki.
But Tyr is different after all!
God of War, God of justice and justice!
What a great title!
Tyr said nothing while she was held captive by Odin, and even applauded her!
Tyr was not the brother she acknowledged.
And now, she has a legitimate reason to collect debts from that bastard Tyr!
"Let's go, sister! Take back everything I have and fulfill that prophecy!"
Thor said with a grin.
With firm eyes, he opened a portal again!
Over there is Tyr!
The Thunder Gods will die together with the God of Terror!
But Thor can survive!
He has a plan! This plan has been greatly improved with the help of Hela!
"Let's go, I can't wait."
Hela smiled and then got through the portal first!
Thor followed closely behind, but at the end he took a deep look at the body on the ground.
By the way, I made a decision.
All this will not be fruitless!
Loki will make amends and atone for his sins! As long as these people were killed by him for no reason!
This is Thor's promise!
…
"came back?"
Ebony Throat said to Loki in front of him.
His attention was naturally focused on the Cosmic Rubik's Cube!
This is how part of the mission arrived in their hands.
Ebony Throat watched Loki's eyes twitching as he knelt on one knee in front of him and took the Cosmic Cube with a satisfied smile.
Thanos is waiting for this thing, for a greater future!
"Now, you can leave first. You can be who you are now, but there are some things you can never say."
Ebony Throat flicked his black tongue and spoke with some cruelty.
He picked up a scepter in his hand!
Inside this scepter is the soul gem!
And this will be used to control Loki!
The tip of the scepter touched Loki's forehead, bursts of energy surged, and then activated the Cosmic Rubik's Cube!
A huge woman with her arms in front of her and a sickle came over from over there!
Malthael's maid!
The middle level of the Soul Reaver Legion!
Malthael made countless attempts to find information about the Archangels and Hell Demons.
Only this Death Maid was lucky enough to catch the opening of the Cosmic Cube!
Ebony Throat looked at the maid in front of him, and the telepathy in his body began to squeeze towards that guy!
"what!?"
Ebony Throat said with a bored tone.
He looked a little cautious.
And behind the death maid, my brother's portal is still expanding!
Obviously the supplier of energy has changed, and someone over there has begun to supply energy to this portal!
The most important thing at this time is to smash this beacon!
Ebony Throat pointed the scepter in his hand at the Death Maid, but the erratic and ominous figure opened its mouth and let out a sharp howl!
Ebony Throat felt that his soul was starting to move outside of his body!
And Loki finally showed a complete smile!
His soul is in turmoil, and the influence of the Mind Stone on him has begun to fade!
Now he only has one idea, and that is to leave this damn place with the Cosmic Cube!
His brother, the highest god in the nine realms, wants to control a complete world, not a desolate place left after being ravaged by Thanos!
Energy began to emerge from Ebony Throat's body, forming a magic circle.
Then like a warrior, he grabbed the scepter and charged at the Maid of Death!
The spell begins to take effect!
His body began to be shrouded in a burst of black light, and then he transformed into several bodies!
They are all entities, not much different from him!
The intense discomfort made him lose his cool.
In the kingdom of the dead, Death Ashira sits on her throne, and the skull's eye sockets are still empty.
But it seems that I can feel a trace of expectation.
The Maid of Death is Malthael's anchor, and it won't be long before that death comes to this world.
As long as he doesn't get caught up in other things!
Ashila is looking forward to the ending!
Eternity said it would stand on the side of the barbarians, but Ashila didn't quite believe it.
The only things that remain unchanged are interests and disputes, and balance is never something that is considered eternal.
This anchor point was so small that she wouldn't have noticed it if it wasn't contaminated with the power of death.
Death watched countless stars shatter in its eyes, and eternity continued to attack the court of life with its cold aura.
A fierce battle, or an unwilling vent.
Somewhat funny, but not too little too much attention.
The Tribunal of Life will not prevail.
This will not change until Auriel replaces the hope of this world!
At this time, Malthael finally stood in front of Rasma!
"Necromancer, the balance you follow cannot stop me."
Malthael's voice is still hoarse and hollow!
Even though he is crazy, he is still sane!
Not being understood is crazy, but the interests of the majority are right!
Malthael undermined the interests of all existence except himself!
The world has lost the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell, and nothing can stop him!
"Death is the balance of life, and you are still a life, so there is no escape."
It was pitch black under Malthael's hood, and gray mist began to rise from his body.
"Death will never interfere in the realm of the dead, and the ground of the dead will not be contaminated by anything!"
Rasma said.
The pale face showed some reluctance.
"Linarion, your mother will not protect you."
Malthael called Rathma's first name, mockingly.
"The world has come to an end because those guys escaped! And now, you want to stop me from embarking on the path to find them?"
"I said it from the beginning, I hate that name."
A touch of blood appeared on Rasma's pale face!
"Mother did not abandon us, it was them, Bulkesso! It was Vasily! It was them who abandoned mother, and sealed her in a dark, lightless world with you!
You are the enemies of the Nephalem, and no matter how many times I tell you, my brothers never believe it! "
Rasma said.
Bone spurs began to appear one after another on the ground, and the place was covered bit by bit with white bones.
Facing Malthael, who had traces of all other rules remaining in his body, Rathma didn't think he would win, but he didn't think he would fail either!
The necromancer pursues the balance between life and death, and this means the center of neither life nor death!
Rasma was given the power of destiny, and he kept fiddling with it, waiting for an opportunity!
When the archangel loses one of justice and wisdom, when the devil of hell is sealed or trapped in the weakest time!
He wants to bring back his mother!
I hope I won’t do anything to the Nephalem’s mother!
This was the agreement Auriel made with Kanai at that time!
Courage will not attack Lilith. This is the only mercy that Prius has for a brave man!
The Archangel of Balance has lost his power, leaving his body to make constant calculations every day, and that part of the balance is currently with Rasma!
No more justice!
Courage disappears!
Hope goes away!
Only the death of wisdom is left to face this world heading towards chaos!
Fear is silent!
Sin is not revealed!
Hate disappears!
Pain away!
Destruction is a thing of the past!
When the lies leave, only the cruelest truth in the world remains!
At this time, it is the best time for Rasma to wake up her mother!
No one can stop him!
Not even Malthael, the archangel looking at the high platform of the Creator God!
"Rasma! You are like a stupid clown, a puppet~"
Malthael shook his head and said, his voice as distant as a chant.
The favor of fate is not a good thing at all!
The barbarians know this very well!
In order to resist the power of fate, the prophet always kept silent.
Rasma, who is playing with fate, is she playing with the trajectory of fate or is she being played by fate?
Malthael couldn't tell.
But Malthael could use the death in his body to ensure that barbarians were never fools.
Favored by the rules of death itself, Warusk challenged death.
Leiko, who was obsessed with the power of fate, still tried her best to break free from the thread of fate!
The savages may be smarter than Rathma, and perhaps those instincts from the primitive worship of nature make them only believe in themselves.
And Rasma is now like a toy with great power.
"Mathael, wisdom will not belittle any thinker or questioner! Complacency will be far away from wisdom. Are you still wise now?"
Rasma said.
The skeletons on the ground began to combine little by little, forming an army of skeletons!
The ground was completely infected by Rathma's power and became the domain of the dead!
The ancestor of the Necromancer, the longest-lived Nephalem!
His power is not something that can be limited by regular skills that need to be learned!
Unfortunately……
"Not strong enough!"
Malthael said lightly.
The Reaper of Souls in his hand slit Rasma's throat without being able to see the trace!
"But I'm not weak either!"
The army of skeletons summoned by Rasma appeared in front of him in an instant, and the souls of the dead floated up one by one, holding dark green energy balls in their hands, looking like they would throw them out at any time.
Malthael's body turned into a gray mist and passed through the bones.
The bones contaminated by the power of death disappeared in an instant!
The dead are forever under the control of death.
A ball of blood behind Rasma slowly grew, and another Rasma poked out his pale face from the red blood!
In addition to being pale, the ground was covered with a layer of blood.
"Vasily's life ended in your hands? What about Bulkesso's life? You didn't get it?"
As Malthael said this, his figure emerged from behind Rathma.
The sickle was hung on Rasma's neck, and then Rasma's body completely exploded!
The rich blood energy impacted Malthael's body, punching dense holes in the Archangel of Death and Wisdom!
Rasma's strength comes from various attempts.
In order to avenge his mother, he deprived his brother of his power.
Trying to reconcile everything, I set my sights on Israel's power!
Although he couldn't fight against Malthael at this time, Malthael couldn't kill him either!
This is a stalemate destined to be long!
In a certain corner of the voodoo land, Nazeebo was throwing all kinds of weird and unrecognizable materials into the clay pot in his arms.
The voodoo doll hangs from your wrist and looks like it’s smiling!
Karasim was sitting cross-legged not far away, taking care of the pale Vera, and Sonya was looking at an arm in front of her with a pair of cracked knives!
That is the last trace of the first generation ancestors!
The barbarian named Bulcaisuo, the last remnant of the most primitive ancestors!
And Li Min was not far away without saying a word, looking up at the dark sky without saying a word.
The devastation that followed a chaos.
Xiansai Island has collapsed under Malthael's power.
All human beings fled in panic in this apocalyptic scene.
The sky is no longer shrouded in haze, but beyond the haze, there is now emptiness!
The high-level heaven and the burning hell disappeared in an instant, and they could only wait for an opportunity!
Either Malthael allows Rathma to recall Lilith, and the ancestors of the Nephalem return.
Either Malthael and Rathma had a fierce battle, and Malthael killed Rathma.
Vera took back the punishment that belonged to the witcher.
They faced Malthael again.
Either they retrieve everything that belongs in this world, or Rasma does it.
Or, Bulkatho, who has never failed, will return to the world with everything from the Archangel to the Demon King of Hell, realizing all the beautiful visions!
