Constantine did not intend to let the archangels go to the crimson universe, but he did not intend to let others set foot in that place!
The fact that Cytorak's soul was absorbed by the Burning Hell is something that can be exploited in his eyes!
And at the beginning, he had this idea in mind to trick a powerful guy like Cytorak into the Burning Hell to face several archangels and a demon.
It would be a lie to say that Constantine had no intention of killing Cytorak!
He just wants Cytorak to die and then empty the Crimson Universe directly!
In Constantine's mind, he actually already has a candidate suitable for mastering the Crimson Universe!
That is the trinity of Emperor Weishan!
As a Nephalem, Constantine's profession is that of a demon hunter.
But that doesn't mean he loses the ability to cast spells!
The Witcher's own methods have a lot of magic-related content, which allows Constantine to use his own spells as usual in addition to using bows and arrows and hand crossbows.
At this time, Emperor Weishan becomes a thigh that can be exploited!
Constantine has reached a cooperation with Emperor Weishan. In his mind, the most suitable being to become the Lord of the Crimson Universe is Emperor Weishan!
The Weishan Emperor is a trinity, which means that the power of the Crimson Universe will not give birth to the next Cytorak!
And Emperor Weishan's position also determines that the power of Crimson Universe will be used more in the fight against demons!
The characteristics of the trinity of Emperor Weishan made Constantine think that their probability of accidents was greatly diluted!
When the will alone becomes powerful, doing whatever one wants does not seem so far away.
But the powerful power controlled by three wills is at least safer.
Even if there are disagreements within Emperor Weishan, it can at least leave some time for humans to react!
Constantine knew very well that he was not the strong-willed type, so he had no intention of mastering the power of the Crimson Universe from the beginning!
He has always understood himself very well. Even if a guy who likes to have fun has a firm stand, he is not worthy of the trust of others!
This is called self-knowledge!
He came to Tyrell not only to test Tyrell, but also for other purposes!
The question Constantine threw to Tyrell was his true plan.
He had thought about creating a place similar to a sanctuary.
Although he had not thought about using this place to house the Nephalem or as a battlefield between angels and demons.
But creating a place similar to a sanctuary is something he thinks is very necessary!
Constantine is not the type whose actions are limited by the planet.
Constantine, who has a wide range of friends, still has some understanding of the situation in the universe.
For example, at this time, the World-Destroying Titan, who claims to be a member of the Soul Reaver Legion, is fighting demons in the universe.
For example, those guys with names in the universe, such as swordfighters, are also fighting with demons.
He learned all these things.
So Constantine has worries in his heart that far exceed those of others.
For example, Steve and others have heard from others that "the crisis of demons is worldwide."
But in their eyes, the word "world" is more limited to the earth!
Constantine has never lacked far-sighted vision and has always been at the forefront of thinking.
The danger posed by demons cannot be delayed any longer!
Although there are still strong men like Thanos and Dou Jian fighting against the devil, these powers are still very insufficient!
He tried to find news about the Eternals, intending to use this opportunity to get in touch with the guys in the Celestial Group.
But no matter how hard he tried, those guys were avoiding him.
Constantine already understood, this is the attitude of those guys!
They don't care at all!
In other words, we don’t care at all about the existence or destruction of life on a planet!
Constantine was angry about this, but he didn't have any time to release his anger.
For him, time is always of the essence!
"So Constantine, what are you thinking about?"
Tyrell asked looking at Constantine who was a little distracted.
"I was wondering, who is stronger or weaker between you and the gods?"
Constantine said with a very hypocritical smile on his face.
There was so much truth to his words that Tyrell didn't bother to discern how much of them were sincere.
“That’s really hard to say, although it’s not the right thing to say.
But I hope you can believe that in the higher heavens, we have the same position when it comes to dealing with the Burning Hell. "
Tyrell's words are as boring as those politicians who always talk nonsense.
There is no need to emphasize this kind of thing at all.
Constantine began to feel bored with Tyrael in front of him.
He took a deep drag on the almost-burned cigarette and crushed it on the table while exhaling the thick smoke.
This approach is very sloppy and disrespectful.
But Constantine doesn't care at all!
Tyrael is not a human being, and even when humans cry out, this guy will not necessarily provide help.
Constantine himself could feel the rustling sound of the demon walking a few blocks away!
Tyrael has no reason not to know!
But Tyrell just sat quietly opposite him, waiting for him to say those half-truths and half-false nonsense.
Constantine suddenly began to understand why the power of the witcher was so closely related to hatred.
Looking at Tyrell's naturally compassionate face, waves of hatred grew in his heart!
Constantine took out the last cigarette from the cigarette pack, put it in his mouth, and then slowly lit it.
His eyes were a little hollow, and even when he was sitting face to face with an archangel, Constantine felt a little tired.
"You are indeed the best witcher."
Tyrell suddenly spoke.
“I can’t understand human concerns, but it’s not that I don’t understand how human beings think.
There is a gulf between understanding and knowing.
It's like I can tell you're resenting me for the demon walking a few blocks away, but I can't understand the reason for your resentment.
Constantine, I want to give you a piece of advice.
Don't judge archangels by human standards.
We are not human. "
Tyrell's tone was still compassionate.
He just sat there quietly, but a majestic breath of death blew past Constantine like a breeze.
Demons walking down the road a few blocks away lost their lives after this gust of wind blew through them.
The demon's soul did not return to the Burning Hell "normally", but was restrained by the power of death.
The reason why Tyrael didn't give up the power of death after being plotted by Malthael was because of this!
The power of death can intercept the souls of the dead, even if those dead are demons belonging to the Burning Hell!
Although this didn't solve the devil's endless troubles, it was somewhat of a change.
It's like the bald effect.
Of course, pulling out a hair will not make you bald, but if you keep pulling it out, you will eventually become bald.
This is just the beginning.
Although what Tyrell did might not even amount to pulling out a hair.
But this is at least a good start.
Constantine took a deep breath, then took out a box of unopened cigarettes from his backpack and placed it on the table.
He pressed the cigarette box and pushed the cigarette in front of Tyrell.
"Want to try?"
Constantine said.
Tyrell still had that compassionate look on his face, but he didn't refuse.
This is an invitation.
It was Constantine who invited Tyrael to try the human way of life.
Although Tyrell did not agree.
But there seems to be reason for the conversation to continue.
For the sake of the demons who died inexplicably a few blocks away.
…
Bulcaisuo had already taken Clark to sit on the steps of the Sky Temple.
Craig was practicing on a wooden stake right in front of them.
It was just a very ordinary wooden stake. With Craig's current strength, he could smash the wooden stake into powder with just one careless move.
But Craig followed the monk's instructions meticulously.
The sound of his fist hitting the wooden stake was exactly the same every time.
Craig has come a long way with his control.
Although the shadow rat was still gnawing at Craig's body.
But there was no food in Craig's movements, and his heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
“When I first met you I thought you would grow up.
But I didn't expect you to be so suitable as a monk. "
Bulcaisel said as he sat on the steps.
“Searching for inner peace has been a beautiful process for me.
After all, I couldn’t even embrace death itself in the past.
I am grateful to the nephalem and willing to fight the demons. "
There was no distortion or pause in Craig's movements.
As he spoke he struck the stake as usual.
Speaking will cause some changes in the body's mana.
But Craig remains as he was before.
The wooden pile kept making knocking noises, but it still stood in place.
Behind Bulcasso was the main hall with its open door, and green smoke curled up from the incense candles inside.
The unique atmosphere in the Sky Temple makes it easy for people to feel peaceful.
Among the sounds of the wooden stakes being beaten, the sound of the shadow rat gnawing on Craig's flesh could also be heard.
This atmosphere is somewhat weird.
"How confident do you feel that you can use the authority over your life?"
Bulkesso asked.
He didn't put on any airs in front of Craig.
For Bulkesso, age doesn't matter at all.
He also doesn't think that the gap in strength will affect the equality of personality.
After all, he and Craig were not related by blood, so seniority was meaningless.
"I don't know, but I'm willing to give it a try."
Craig gave his answer bluntly.
Bulcaisel nodded.
That's enough.
Craig was willing to give it a try, and Clark had no problem with it.
Then the matter is considered a done deal.
Whether Clark can be successfully resurrected is another matter.
"That shadow rat in you, the power of destruction, can be dealt with."
Burcasso still felt a little uncomfortable listening to the sound of the rat gnawing flesh and blood.
The sound reminded him of the days when he had fought in the sewers of Westmarch.
Although there is no sun in Sanctuary itself, it is always gloomy.
But the stench and the sound of rodents gnawing in the sewers of Westmarch City are always nauseating.
This shadow rat reminds Bulkatho of some not so good past.
"It doesn't matter, this guy's existence can temper my heart.
Although I don't intend to make my heart as hard as stone, it is good to be able to not be shaken by external things.
The essence of meditation is here.
If I could truly achieve the unity of movement and stillness, then maybe I could maintain meditation for a longer period of time, maybe? "
Craig said.
After hearing this, Bulcaisel thought for a moment, and then determined that Craig was walking on a path that belonged only to him.
The monk's meditation is somewhat similar to the barbarian's ignorance of pain.
Both are skills to protect oneself, and both can only last for a short period of time.
There is Cassius among the barbarians who can extend the duration of ignoring pain, and there are similar legends among the monks.
But the monk's meditation is more like putting himself between the world of "mind" and "object".
Demons can attack barbarians using the Ignore Pain skill.
But because of the resistance of this skill, the damage will be reduced to almost nothing.
But when the monk is in a state of meditation, he is truly unable to be targeted and attacked!
Although Bulkesso doesn’t think Craig can turn the state of “zen meditation” into his normal state.
But it is still possible to extend the duration.
“Looking within for strength is a magical tool.”
That was all Bulcaisel could say.
He can freely comment on other barbarians' battles and thoughts.
Because in the field of barbarians, he is the only authority and the only correct answer.
And a barbarian is not qualified to dictate the path of a monk.
No matter how powerful this barbarian is, he can't do it.
"Teacher Karasim is looking within for the power contained in flourishing life.
His fighting and training are always full of dynamic beauty.
But I prefer some static practices and find inner peace in movement.
Let the inside and outside, mind and body, and movement and stillness reach unity.
In my opinion, all movement and stillness are part of a huge static state. "
Craig has no problem sharing what he has gained from his practice with others.
This thing is similar to a math problem. Once you understand it, you understand it.
"I'm not here to discuss with you whether movement and stillness are the unity of opposites.
But you were able to gain something, and I'm happy for you. "
Bulcaisel smiled.
Craig is on the path he believes is right, and that's cause for celebration.
There are too many roads in the world, and there is no need to require everyone to walk on the same road.
Although the road most people travel will become wider and smoother.
But there are also different scenery in some forks in the road.
"My training is about to end. If I use my authority, do you have any suitable place?"
Craig asked.
Although he does not know whether he can use the authority of life well.
I don’t even know how my attempts will perform.
But in order to avoid causing trouble, it is better to find a suitable location in advance.
“The Elders’ Temple is also okay, or maybe we can go to the woods in the back mountain?
It's better to go to the back mountain, where Baner and the others seem to have reproduced part of the barbarian elders' sealing magic.
It's just a good time to try to see how the magic they reproduce is comparable to the level of the elders back then. "
Bulkesso said.
"so be it."
Craig replied.
He is very casual, or in other words, after achieving inner peace, Craig rarely seeks anything externally.
For a monk, this kind of performance is indeed a great achievement.
Although Bulkesso didn't know if Yin Na and Wu Liena had also gone through such a stage back then.
But he knew that Karasim had been like this for a while.
Karasim later called that period of his life "enlightenment," but Bulcaisel didn't care.
He just remembered the vocabulary.
After Karasim passed this stage, his strength has indeed grown explosively.
Bulcaisel decided that all he needed to know was that this was a good thing for the monk.
The Nephalem have become stronger, which at least means that some of the pressure that humans have to face has been shared.
This is certainly a good thing.
The voodoo doll transformed from Clark's soul watched Craig's practice intently.
It looked like Clark had gained something useful from it.
The practice of a warrior monk is a kind of peace for those who want peace of mind.
(End of chapter)
