The druid who integrated himself into nature and tried to master the birth of life wanted to use this method to master the power of the birth of life.

 But his death was somewhat unclear, just like the first generation of Bulcasso, there has never been any record of what they experienced at that time that led to the subsequent results.

“Did Israel give him direction or did he plunder Israel?”

Aurel asked in a slow and soft tone, but every word that came out of her mouth was like the gentlest statement.

Ysreal's true identity may be well concealed. No matter where he was born or in the eternal war, he calls himself destiny.

If wisdom is the discovery of Israel’s true identity out of curiosity that questions everything, then hope is witnessing the existence of destiny when spreading hope to Leiko.

 Itrael, the Archangel of Balance.

 A weak archangel who rarely makes a sound.

What Auriel wants to know is whether Israel chose to pin everything on Rathma or whether Rathma focused on Israel after thinking about it.

“Rasma has always wanted to wake up Lilith, but that should be just the first step. I wonder if Rasma follows balance.” Bulcaisel’s eyes were a little wandering as he told the story, as if he was in a daze.

“If he chooses balance, then he may also awaken Inaris, demons and angels are considered balance.”

“So if he plundered Isreal, whose power did he weaken? The Helllord and we have always been evenly matched.”

Prius interrupted Bulcaisuo somewhat rudely.

 Courage is sometimes not so rational.

"pain."

 Leoric glanced at the wound on Bulcasso's arm and said.

 A demon that was supposed to be the fourth demon god was forcibly divided into two. Who knows whether the two parts of power are painful halves.

  A lot of things happened between the birth of Andariel and the time when "half" of the pain was plundered.

 And that is also a long story.

“Impossible! I am the torture of the soul, Duriel is the pain of the body! Our unity is the pain itself!”

 Andariel’s voice sounded from Bulcaisel’s mind.

If there is anyone who cannot accept this result the most, then it is the devil of hell who seeks a life of misery!

Suddenly someone told her that the wholeness she was pursuing was just a incomplete one, and it would be difficult for anyone to accept it.

 Especially for Andalil, who is always known for being fanatical and crazy!

Burkeso had no intention of answering Andariel's question, but the Skeleton King spoke as if he heard Andariel's scream.

“The pain of the body and the pain of the soul? How are they related? The body and the soul are inseparable. Killing the soul kills the body, and killing the body destroys the soul.

 I have never heard of anyone who can continue to live without his soul, nor can he still have anything that can be called life after losing the carrier of his soul."

While saying this, Leoric glanced at Madoc who was standing not far away, intentionally or unintentionally.

Madoc gave up thinking when the topic went to a place he couldn't understand. Now he is stepping on the purple man's body and looking at it.

Madoc didn't know what to say about this guy who was almost completely scrapped and brought him back to the Holy Mountain. He didn't want to use his ax as a shovel to shovel the meat sauce from the ground.

For that kind of thing, it’s more appropriate to use a spoon.

“Harrogas is the carrier of the souls of the ancestors, and their bodies are the sacred mountain of Harrogas.”

Burkeso had said this, which was enough for Leoric to understand what he meant.

The souls of the ancestors were not separated from the physical body. In other words, they gathered their souls in the holy mountain and regarded the holy mountain as their own physical body.

 This is also the reason why barbarians never have more than one sacred mountain.

Of course, this is also the reason why there are only so few ancestral spirits on the holy mountain of Harrogas.

 The holy mountain Arreat, which harbored more barbarian spirits, was completely destroyed in the hands of Tyrael, so the barbarians never had any extra affection for Tyrael.

“You should ask Israel this question. I don’t think that guy would choose to resist with force in front of me.”

Burkasso raised his eyes and looked at Imperius, his calm tone showing his unscrupulousness.

The few archangels present are enough to injure him and bring him trouble, but they are impossible to defeat him!

 Unless Bulcaisel is no longer himself.

The power of justice is in his hands, and Tyrael will not be any better when facing Bulcaisor than Diavolo faced Bulcaisel.

 Courage has pinned itself on Bulcaisso, just like the choice made by Leoric. No matter what, Prius will not stand against Bulcaisuo.

 I hope that the Archangels will treat every existence equally and will not deliberately target any one.

Only the rule of death is somewhat threatening to Bulcaisel, but death is now on Leoric's side.

 Mathael, Archangel of Death?

No!

 He is the Archangel of Wisdom! He just replaced death and became the wisdom of death!

　　What price it would take to gain the power of death? Volusk had already told Bulkesso.

 If you get death, you will definitely not be able to escape it!

 If wisdom cannot be killed, then Malthael can be killed now, the kind that cannot be resurrected in the higher heaven!

 A complete death, a fair death!

 A death that treats everything equally!

Vorusk is a nephalem and has long known that he will face death.

 Perhaps it was not caused by time, but fighting made him face death more than once.

 For people, it is the truth that people will die when they are killed, so Warusk launched a rebellion against death without hesitation.

"Bulkessor, you may not be able to deal with Israel now. It's not that he can't be killed by you, but that you can't find his existence."

As Prius said this, the wings of courage spread out behind him, trying to enhance his persuasiveness.

Ysreal did not choose to resurrect in this world like them, but hid himself in the existence of a being that was difficult to kill.

 Dr. Manhattan!

Israel is hiding in Dr. Manhattan's sight. If you want to catch Israel, you must deal with Dr. Manhattan.

 A nearly omnipotent being who completely lost his humanity after becoming omnipotent!

 It is pointless to attack him, and you will not get any feedback from hurting him.

Of course, death will take effect on him, but the rules of this world do not intend to take the trouble to solve this guy who is just observing everything quietly.

 A homebody who just watches everything happen without saying a word is no threat to the world.

Annihilation used its own power to completely destroy Dr. Manhattan's humanity. Nothing could move the blue guy who had left behind all traces of humanity.

 “What did you use to convince him? Prius?”

Leoric twitched the corner of his mouth, then put his hand on the corner of his mouth and kept twitching.

It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of twitching muscles, which made him enjoy it a little bit.

 “With news from the Lord of Hell, and a promise to watch over his choices.”

Since Prius seems not to say anything more on this topic, it is a little perfunctory.

If Leoric was smarter, he would choose to stop this topic, because this is the best choice for each other.

But Leoric was so smart that he realized that Imperius had no way to deal with him now, and this answer would give everyone present more information.

“What promise? And who are you connected to?”

Leoric wanted to take out a watermelon and take a few bites. It had been a long time since he had eaten juicy fruit.

  He has always missed the taste of watermelon.

Besides, he is not black. The body that Duriel transformed into is very white, which matches perfectly with Death when he appears in human form.

 So we will not design any discrimination issues.

“How does this relate to the news we’re discussing?”

Because Prius said with some dissatisfaction, the temperature of his body began to rise again.

“Well, you have heard about the death of this world now, so why don’t you tell us your purpose?”

Burkeso turned his gaze to Leoric, his voice calm and unruffled.

He hurriedly raised the medicine bottle on his waist to his mouth and drank, but his eyes were fixed on Leoric's body.

“What we want is your permission, the access to the unfamiliar rules of your world. The world wants to become stronger, and we are also chasing after it.”

The figure of death walked out of Leoric's body lightly. The black hooded robe shrouded the entire body, but it looked not dry at all through the robe.

Who knows how a skull is so uneven?

 But death appeared in front of everyone like this.

“A different path, you will never become the God of Creation, but you will undoubtedly go further and further on the road to strength.”
To be continued...