In the palace of death.
Tyrael looked at the death in front of him thoughtfully.
"You mean, there is a more powerful being among you?"
Tyrael was not alarmed.
After all, he has heard many stories from the mouth of death about swallowing up the rules of another world.
Depending on the harvest, the gods of this world have also undergone tremendous changes.
For example, the existence of time has been mastered, but it has not officially appeared in front of everyone until now.
"Yes, Eternal is just one of the guys who masters new powers the fastest. I also have a sister, and she has gained the most."
Death said calmly.
Then he took a small tea cup from Mina Harker's hand and sipped it slowly.
If the aura on her body hadn't been very unstable, Tyrell might have thought that the death in front of him was a rational being.
Sisters of death, there will only be infinity.
An existence with many powers over time, space, matter, energy and reality.
She is still sleeping, partly because she was seriously injured in the previous battle, but also partly because she has gained too much and cannot turn it into her own strength in a short time.
The original time of this world is under her control.
It's just that now, the existence named Infinity is still sleeping, and may be forcibly awakened at any time.
A sleep-deprived man is not in a good mood, and death is just a shot in the arm for Tyrael.
"So, why are you telling me all this?"
Tyrell asked calmly.
Consciously or unconsciously, he looked at the surrounding environment.
He would also be curious about the power of death. After all, Malthael spent a lot of effort to gain enough power for Tyrael to take it seriously.
"Maybe I'm just bored. You are not the Archangel of Justice who can negotiate terms with me now. You are just a dead person now.
Weak, I just need to blow a breath and you will become a thing of the past. "
Death smiled foolishly, teasingly.
"You want to bring Leoric back in your own way?"
Tyrell's question was a decisive one.
Death is not difficult to understand, as long as you can really look directly at her.
After all, this death has no influence on wisdom.
Death made no objection to Tyrael's words.
She is not someone who puts all her hopes on others.
For a long time, she was the one who listened to wishes most of the time. Making a wish was too far away for death.
"In other words, you plan to wake up your sisters?"
Tyrell became more and more certain of his guess.
As a human soul, when facing death, there is a risk of overturning at any time, but this cannot stop Tyrell from continuing to explore the truth he wants.
"It's more than that, Tyrael."
Death finally responded to Tyrael.
It's just that the current attitude towards death is obviously a bit contemptuous.
"The reason why I tell you this is just because I hope that when Leoric comes back, someone can casually tell him that there is a person named Ashira who has done many things for him."
Death said so.
Like a shy girl.
It's just that Tyrell can't tell whether these words are true or false.
Tyrell cannot understand the mentality of a licker.
"I think you didn't tell the truth, at least not the whole story."
Tyrell said bluntly.
Death tilted his head, and then looked at Tyrell with a skull face.
"What if I could bring you back to life?"
Death's words stunned Tyrell for a moment.
It doesn't seem strange that matters of life and death are controlled by death, but there is something wrong with it.
"Tell me the price!"
Tyrell reacted quickly.
He did not believe that death would help him for free, so he asked the price in advance before making a decision.
"There is no price, do you dare to believe me?"
After Death said this, he let out a series of giggles.
Tyrell chose to remain silent.
…
The sacred mountain of Harrogath.
The situation is looking a lot better this time, at least it's not as tense as before.
After all, Sonya has recovered her health. She is just confused about her own condition for a while. This is not a problem.
On the contrary, the problem of how to deal with the Immortal Mr. Craig was put before us.
The reincarnation of a warrior monk basically determines the path he will take in the future, but he still needs a little more important help.
Bloodline!
In this matter, Karasim and Vandaloni, who had merged with Craig, could not help much. These two consciousnesses had gradually fallen asleep.
Their experience and strength are fully integrated into this living body, waiting to be awakened one day.
Perhaps by then Craig will become a new legendary monk, and at that time he will have completely accepted all of his two "previous lives" and walked his own path.
"Jordon Kule, come here!"
Bulcaisuo roared, and the soul of Jotun Kule floated forward with some curses.
All he could think of was that Bulqueso was planning to make him a tool man again, and would not hesitate to threaten him with weapons.
Okay, this is a somewhat sad story, but not without its upside.
For example, the conditions Bulkesso would give.
"A legend, and my blood."
Bulkesso gave the condition that he could deliver it now and looked at Jotun Kule.
These things may not be that precious. After all, you can still find a lot of Bulcasso's blood if you are willing to look for it.
At least there are some on the ground now.
However, Bulkesso only needs Jordan Kule to operate Kanai's Box, and this price is enough.
The resurrection of a soul not only requires a strong will, but also a body that can bear its power!
"Can I replace the legend with a powerful enough corpse?"
Jotun Kule playfully put forward his conditions.
Not an excessive condition.
After all, the concept of "powerful" is relative.
The corpse of an existence at the level of Odin can also support the use of Jotun Kule for a short period of time.
This is probably a test of Bulkaiso's bottom line to see if Bulkaiso's so-called moral standards will change due to some things.
This will affect whether some of Jordan Kule's plans need to prepare backup in advance.
"Delivery time unknown."
Bulcasso raised his eyes and answered somewhat erratically.
Sonya was already warming up.
Bulcaisuo had some things to do now, and he didn't really want to have a reconstruction-level combat contact with Sonya.
So he turned his attention to Leiko.
He just promised to find a body that is enough for Jotun Kule to use. There is no urgent request for time, so he just needs to wait.
As long as the existence of this world is not a god, its lifespan is limited.
The corpse of a strong man who died naturally can also reduce the threat of Jotun Kule somewhat.
It doesn't hurt to agree to come.
"Well, I've always been a toiler."
Leiko instantly understood what Bulcasso meant when he looked over.
He twisted his neck and made a series of noises.
It's not a crime to use weapons, just treat it as a simple wrestling.
Both of them are female barbarians, so there won't be any inconvenience.
Although fighting across genders is not uncommon for them.
"Johanna's blood and your blood? Are you planning to create a son? Haha~"
Jotun Kule laughed.
The bloodline of the monk must be reconciled.
Using such words to poke fun at Bulkesso was a not-so-kind joke.
But Bulcaisel won't care anymore.
Some jokes would have almost no effect on Burkaiso, who seemed a bit boring in the eyes of Jordan Kule.
"Tch. As long as you don't want to die, you can say whatever you want."
Bulcaisel spoke in a threatening tone.
As long as Jotun Kule does not touch the bottom line, some freedom of speech can still be given.
As long as Jotun Kule is still the helper of the barbarians, then Bulkatho does not mind giving some unimportant help to this ancient Nephalem ghost.
"I just thought of your ancestors, that's all."
Jotun Kule took out Kanai's Magic Box, put it in his hand and showed it to everyone.
He didn't say anything in detail, and there was some evil intention on his face.
"Come on, give me your blood, and I will make this guy have the blood of a monk."
"Warning in advance, don't try to take advantage of the authority he has. You will die miserably."
Bulcaisuo said a little worriedly.
It just sounds like he has no good intentions.
Even if the reincarnation of the monk has not regained some strength, it is still dangerous.
After all, no one can predict whether Fandaloni and Karasim will suddenly wake up at the critical moment.
If there was a collision, Jotun Kule would most likely be in trouble. He had been a legendary monk for two lifetimes, and their fists were equally hard and powerful when dealing with their enemies.
Who knows if that situation really happens one day, whether Jotun Kule will go to see all the gods that the monks believe in at that moment.
When Vandaloni was alive, that guy wasn't much worse than Volusk.
Who knows if these guys have any messy stuff that they can use as a trump card.
"You mean the power of life? I have already been a soul."
Jotun Kule laughed at the top of his lungs. Waves of breeze blew around the soul, and some fine gravel appeared on the ground.
"It better be so."
Bulcaisel gave a final warning.
It is possible for these guys to seize a good physical body, but that is still a "possible" thing.
A warning is enough.
Worse still, there are monks to deal with these matters.
Now, it's time for Bulcaisel to deal with the old man who calls himself "War".
Time has left too many traces on this old man.
Bulkesso is very concerned about the power of time.
…
At this time, Frank was half lying on the ground with Blade.
Dracula had left in a hurry before, but this matter was not easy to understand.
Frank and Blade are no match for a real vampire if they are tied together.
Perhaps even if they tie up those who are truly vampires, Frank and Blade will not be able to hurt each other.
As for Integra, she is special to existing vampires.
Especially since the name of the vampire standing here now is Silas Victoria.
"Frank, I don't plan to get too involved in SHIELD's calculations. It's just that Nick Fury made an offer that I can't refuse."
Integra stood not far away, holding a cigarette in his hand and talking.
She wouldn't have given any explanation, but Frank's difficulty touched her.
To be more precise, Integra does not intend to provoke an enemy like the Punisher.
After all, if a battle master wants to cause some damage, the threat level is not low at all.
Silas stood there with a sweet smile, still looking around.
Maybe he wants to find that "father" figure.
But even if Dracula didn't leave the scene directly, that wouldn't be the Acardo she remembered.
Taking care of Frank was not very difficult for Silas, she just paid a little injury as a price.
But now that I am no longer alone in my body, the cost is not much different from nothing, and I can recover in a few seconds.
"What the hell does this have to do with your men knocking me down!"
Frank looked a little excited.
In his hand was a broken firearm that made one wonder whether it would explode the next time he pulled the trigger.
It looked quite embarrassing.
This was an unforeseen disaster, after all, Silas did not notify him in advance after attacking him.
"I'm taking that Daywalker away, and you don't look like the guy who's going to let us get our way."
Integra's eyes were obscured by the reflection of the glasses.
She stood in front of Frank with a long knife in her hand, and her posture was eye-catching.
This woman is not the kind of guy who shows mercy, although she only stands on the human side and has beautiful qualities such as compassion.
Just dragging her feet is not her style.
But there is absolutely no truth in such an explanation.
Frank felt himself getting angry.
Without any discussion, Silas suddenly appeared and launched a crushing attack on him.
It can be described as being beaten.
After all, the level gap between the two is quite big, and Frank has a hard time even catching the other party's actions.
The power in the death ring on Frank's hand was almost exhausted, and he didn't understand why he was attacked.
Being dragged down by the Blade Warriors was surprising enough.
"Then take him away. Anyway, I can't resist anything at this time."
Frank came out of this sentence almost word by word.
One hand had already reached under his coat, where there were several grenades.
As long as it is infused with the power of death, it will still be a great weapon.
The Blade Warrior on the side also struggled and took out a grenade-style thing.
In addition to explosives, that thing also contained compressed garlic essence and some broken silver.
This equipment configuration is really professional, but the vampires restrained by this thing are not the same species as the vampires in front of them.
A stake in the heart might be more effective.
Frank couldn't help but twitching at the corners of his eyes when he saw Blade's completely undisguised movements.
This posture and death cannot be achieved. After all, not many villains are stupid enough to come up to the grenade when they see it.
As for threats, Frank found them useless.
"I think SHIELD won't mind if Blade becomes a non-staff member of the vampire-killing agency, and the help I can provide is no less than what you can do alone."
Integra forced a smile, which was a little stiff.
She didn't care much about majesty. After all, after there were only a few people left in the Helsing organization, majesty and dignity had already fallen into the dust from the moment she became a partner of SHIELD. middle.
This woman had never smiled before, and this smile was a little weird.
At this time, Jill appeared a little awkwardly not far away, and the ring on his hand was also taken off.
The body is exuding an aura of decay.
This change only fell in Silas's eyes.
A child and a vampire stare into each other's eyes.
Silas’s smile was quite sweet.
Jill behaved as stiffly as a puppet.
"You are really energetic now."
An old voice came from Jill's mouth.
No one present felt familiar.
Only Frank, when he followed the sound, his teeth were cracking!
A crunching sound from the teeth!
"I remember that you are Frank's son? Or do you have another identity now?"
Integra took a deep drag on the cigarette and slowly blew out a smoke ring.
Only when things are not related to their own interests, humans can barely be objective. Even the quality of the first image will become the cause of bias.
Only Integra is still calm now, so she will conduct the preliminary negotiations.
"I'm just saying a few words, don't be so nervous. Punisher."
Jill continued to speak.
There were no visible injuries on the child's body.
"By the way, I'm Merlin. I think this name will be familiar to you."
Well, the guy taking over Jill's body is Merlin.
The method is a bit excessive and a bit dangerous.
It's just that Merlin has never seemed to be a guy who likes to think about others.
This guy even completely ignored Integra's questions.
"I want to see Bulcasso, but I don't want to leave any injuries on this child. Do you have any ideas?"
Merlin continued.
But he used Jill's body to show a weird smile.
Although the part of his power that can be used is very limited, he can still observe some important things.
"Why don't you just go to Harrogath and take over my child's body instead!"
Frank is obviously very angry. This man's life should have ended in revenge, but now it is continued for his family.
Regardless of whether the person occupying Jill's body is the real Merlin, such an approach will only show strong malice.
"I don't have enough power to put my consciousness on that mountain. You seem to have always thought that it was an ordinary mountain?
The power of that place is enough to cause earth-shaking changes on this planet. "
Merlin said this.
There was a bit of bitterness in his voice.
He was obviously dissatisfied with the power he now had.
"If I really couldn't leave, I would of course be willing to visit such a strong man in person.
It's just that I have more important things to do. "
Merlin's somewhat perfunctory explanation would not be approved by Frank.
High anger and a sense of powerlessness were gnawing at Frank's heart.
In the human world, Frank is considered a strong man.
But when facing a guy like Merlin, his strength seemed a little nervous.
What's even worse is that he has no way to separate the bodies of Merlin and Jill.
"Okay, knowing too much is not good for you or this child. Now, are you willing to help me think of a solution?"
Merlin continued, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Silas, who was approaching him.
"Let me tell you in advance that my actions will not cause any harm to this child, and I will compensate you as a matter of course afterwards.
So don't face me like an enemy now, okay?
At least don't plan on making a surprise attack on me. "
Merlin held out Gil's hand and pointed at Silas.
But nothing happened.
The souls residing in Silas felt intense uneasiness.
Alerts are being sent to Silas continuously.
Merlin's consciousness also has strong suppressive power over these souls.
"Come back, I'll take you to Harrogath. It just so happens that I also have something to ask those barbarians."
Integra frowned and continued: "Silas, take the Blade Warriors with you, and then we are ready to leave."
Integuera paid no attention to Frank's opinion.
He turned around and left resolutely.
With a sweet smile, Silas lifted the Blade Warrior from the ground and completed the disarming action.
Silas put the highly professional grenade into his backpack.
Then she took a deep look at Frank who was in pain, and followed Integra thoughtfully.
Frank looked at his son with a pained expression.
He needs to comfort his wife and daughter first. If there is no good way to protect them, Frank has even made plans to temporarily send his relatives back to the kingdom of the dead.
After being contaminated by extraordinary existences, ordinary people's lives seem to be gradually becoming distant.
"I said, as a legendary figure, can you only think of stories about evil wizards taking over other people's bodies?"
Merlin said feebly.
But when this mature and old-fashioned demeanor appeared on Jill, the strong sense of disobedience became even stronger.
Merlin's voice accurately reached Frank's ears: "I am just a warden, guarding the most powerful being in the world.
By the way, make sure no one disturbs her until she wakes up completely. "
Merlin's words were malicious.
Frank could easily tell the difference.
He doesn't understand.
What did Merlin mean to him by saying this?
Is it just for showing off?
Or is it to make Frank "realize"?
It seems to be a common practice for bad guys to talk about their emotions before doing bad things.
There are fewer and fewer villains in this world who know how to press the detonation button long before meeting the hero.
