Dark Savages Come To the United States

Chapter 1251 Plan and "Enlightenment"

Constantine did not intend to let the archangels go to the Crimson Universe, but it was not that he did not intend to let others set foot in that place!

The fact that Cytorak's soul was absorbed by the Burning Hell was something that he could use!

And from the very beginning, he used this idea to lure a powerful guy like Cytorak into the Burning Hell to face several archangels and a demon god.

It would be a lie to say that Constantine had no intention of killing Cytorak!

He just wanted Cytorak to die, and then directly emptied the Crimson Universe!

In Constantine's heart, he already had a suitable candidate for mastering the Crimson Universe!

That is the Trinity Emperor Weishan!

Constantine, as a Nephalem, is right that his profession is a witcher.

But this does not mean that he lost the ability to cast spells!

The demon hunter's own methods have a lot of magic-related content, which allows Constantine to use his own spells as usual in addition to bows and crossbows.

At this time, Wei Shandi became a thigh that could be used!

Constantine has already reached a cooperation with Weissandi, and the one who is most suitable to become the Lord of the Crimson Universe in his heart is Weissandi!

The Trinity of Weissandi means that the power of the Crimson Universe will not give birth to the next Cytorak!

And Weishandi's position also determines that the power of the Crimson Universe will be used more in the fight against demons!

And the characteristics of the Trinity of Weissandi made Constantine think that the probability of their accidents was greatly diluted!

A single will becomes powerful, and doing what one wants doesn't seem so far away.

But the power of the three wills is at least safer.

Even if there is a disagreement within Weishandi, at least it can leave some time for human beings to react!

Constantine knew very well that he was not the kind of strong-willed type, so he had no intention of mastering the power of the Crimson Universe himself from the beginning!

He has always known himself very well. Even if a guy who likes to enjoy himself has a firm stand, he is not worthy of others' trust!

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 real plan.

He had thought of creating a place similar to Sanctuary.

Although he didn't think about whether to use this place to house nephalem or as a battlefield for angels and demons.

But creating a place similar to 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 Destroyer Titan, who claimed to be a member of the Soul Reaper Legion, was fighting demons in the universe.

For example, those guys with names and surnames in the universe, such as fighting swords, are also fighting demons and the like.

He knew all these things.

So Constantine has more worries in his heart than anyone else.

Like Steve and the others, although they have heard the words "the crisis of demons is worldwide" from others.

But in their eyes, the word "world" is more limited to the earth!

Constantine has always been far-sighted, and has always been at the forefront of thinking.

The danger brought by the devil is imminent!

Although there are still strong men like Thanos and Doujian fighting against the demons, these powers are still very insufficient!

He tried to find news about the Eternal Race, intending to use this opportunity to get in touch with those guys from 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 about that at all!

In other words, they don't care about the existence and extinction of life on a planet at all!

Constantine was annoyed by this, but he didn't have any time to vent his anger.

For him, time is always pressing!

"So Konstantin, what are you thinking?"

Tyrell looked at Constantine who was distracted and asked.

"I was thinking, which one is stronger and weaker between you and the gods?"

Constantine said with a very hypocritical smile on his face.

What he said was true and false, and Tyrael didn't bother to discern how much of it was genuine.

"That's really hard to say, although it's not appropriate to say so.

But I hope you can believe in the high heavens, and our position on dealing with the Burning Hell is the same. "

Tyrell's words are as boring as those politicians who always talk nonsense.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be emphasized at all.

Constantine began to feel bored with Tyrael in front of him.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette that was almost burnt out, and crushed the cigarette on the table when he exhaled the thick smoke.

It's sloppy and impolite.

But Constantine didn't care one bit!

Tyrael is not human, and even when humans howl, this guy is not guaranteed to help.

Constantine himself could feel the rustling of the demon walking a few blocks away!

Tyrell has no reason not to know!

But Tyrell just sat quietly opposite him, waiting for him to say those half-truths and nonsense.

Constantine suddenly began to understand why the witcher's power and hatred were so closely linked.

Looking at Tyrell's face with a natural compassionate temperament, bursts of hatred grew in his heart!

Constantine took out the last cigarette in the pack, put it in his mouth, and lit it slowly.

His eyes were a little empty, and even sitting face to face with an archangel, Constantine felt a little tired in his heart.

"You are indeed the best witcher."

Tyrell said suddenly.

"I can't understand human concerns, but it's not that I don't know human thoughts.

There is a chasm between understanding and knowing.

It's like I can know 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 measure the 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 Konstantin's side like a breeze.

Demons walking the road a few blocks away lost their lives after the gust of wind blew.

Instead of returning "normally" to the Burning Hell, the demon's soul is bound by the power of death.

The reason why Tyrael didn't give up the right to die after he was counted by Malthael is for this!

The power of death can retain the souls of the dead, even if those dead are demons belonging to the burning hell!

Although this did not solve the endless troubles of the demons, it was somewhat of a change.

It's like the baldness effect.

Pulling out a single hair will certainly not make you bald, but if you keep pulling it out, you will eventually become bald.

This is just the beginning.

Although Tyrell's approach may not even count as pulling out a hair.

But it's at least a good start.

Constantine took a deep breath, then took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his backpack and placed it on the table.

He pressed the cigarette case and pushed the cigarettes in front of Tyrell.

"Do you want to try?"

Constantine said.

Tyrell still had that look of pity, but he didn't refuse.

This is an invitation.

It was Constantine who invited Tyrael to try the human way.

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 in a few blocks.

...

Bulkelso had already taken Clark to sit on the steps of the Sky Temple.

Craig was practicing against a stake right in front of them.

It was just a very ordinary wooden stake, and with Craig's current strength, he could smash the wooden stake into powder if he was not careful.

But Craig practiced meticulously according to the monk's method.

Fist beating on the stake made a crisp sound, every time the sound was exactly the same.

Craig has come a long way in his control.

Although the Shadow Rat was still gnawing on Craig's body.

But Craig's actions didn't have any food, and his inner peace was like 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. "

Bulkasso said while sitting on the steps.

"Finding inner peace has been a beautiful process for me.

After all, the me in the past couldn't even embrace death itself.

I'm grateful for the nephalem and willing to fight demons. "

Craig's movements didn't have any deformations or pauses.

As he spoke, he struck the stake as usual.

Speaking will cause some changes in the mana of the body.

But Craig still maintained the previous state.

The wooden stake made a constant rattling sound, but it still stood in place.

Behind Bulkelso is the main hall with its door open, with green smoke curling from the incense candles inside.

The unique atmosphere in the Sky Temple is very easy to make people feel peaceful.

Amidst the sound of the stake being beaten, the sound of the Shadow Rat gnawing at Craig's flesh could still be heard.

This atmosphere is somewhat weird.

"How confident do you think you are in exercising the authority of your life?"

Bulkeso asked.

He didn't put on airs in front of Craig.

For Burkasso, age doesn't matter at all.

He also doesn't think that the difference in strength will affect the equality of personality.

After all, he and Craig are not related by blood, and seniority is meaningless at all.

"I don't know, but I'd like to try."

Craig gave his answer straightforwardly.

Bulkeso nodded.

That's enough.

Craig was willing to try, and Clark had no objection to the matter.

Then this matter is finalized.

Whether or not Clark can be successfully revived is another matter.

"The shadow mouse on you, the power of destruction can be resolved."

Hearing the sound of the rat gnawing on flesh and blood, Bulkelso felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The sound reminded him of his days fighting 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 chewing on things in the sewers of Westmarch are always disgusting.

The Shadow Rat reminded Bulkelso of some not so good past.

"It doesn't matter, the existence of this guy can temper my heart.

Although I don't intend to make my heart as hard as a stone, it is good to be able to not be shaken by foreign things.

The essence of meditation is here.

If I can truly achieve the same movement and stillness, then I may be able to maintain meditation for a longer period of time, maybe? "

Craig said.

Bulkeso thought for a while after hearing the words, and then determined that Craig was walking on a path that only belonged to him.

The meditation of the monk is somewhat similar to the ignorance of pain of the barbarian.

Both are self-protection skills, and both can only last for a short period of time.

There is Cassius among the barbarians who can extend the duration of ignore pain, and there are similar legends among monks.

But the monk's meditation is more like placing himself in the gap between the world of "heart" and "things".

Demons can attack barbarians who use the Ignore Pain skill.

But because of the resistance of this skill, the damage will be reduced to almost nothing.

But in the state of meditation, the monk is really unable to be locked and attacked!

Although Bulkelso doesn't think Craig can make the state of "zen meditation" his normal state.

But it is still possible to extend the duration.

"Looking within for strength is a magical tool."

That's all Bulkelso could say.

He can comment casually on the battles and thoughts of other barbarians.

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, it will not work.

"Teacher Karasim is looking inward for the power contained in the burgeoning life.

His fighting and training are always full of dynamic beauty.

But I prefer some static practice, looking for inner peace in the movement.

Let the inside and outside, mind and body, stop and go reach a unity.

In my opinion, all movement and stillness are part of the great static. "

Craig has no problem sharing his practice with others.

This thing is similar to a math problem, if 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. "

Bulkeso smiled.

Craig is on the right track, and that's something to celebrate.

There are too many roads in the world, and there is no need to ask everyone to walk on the same road.

Although the road most people walk will become wide and smooth.

But there are also different scenery in some fork roads.

"My training is over soon. If you use your authority, do you have any suitable places?"

Craig asked.

Although he does not know whether he can use the authority of life well.

I don't even know what the performance of my attempt will look like.

But in order to avoid trouble, it is better to find a suitable location in advance.

"The Temple of the Elders is also fine, or go to the woods in the back mountain?

Let's go to the back mountain, Banal and the others seem to have reproduced some of the barbarian elder's blocking magic over there.

It's just a good time to try that the magic they reproduced is somewhat at the same level as the elders. "

Bulkeso said.

"so be it."

Craig replied.

He is very casual, or in other words, after achieving peace in his heart, Craig rarely seeks anything from the outside world.

As a monk, this kind of performance is indeed a great achievement.

Although Burkasso didn't know whether Yin Na and Uliana had also experienced such a stage back then.

But he knew that Kharazim had been like this for a while.

Kharazim later called his period "enlightenment," but Burkesso just didn't care.

He just memorized the vocabulary.

After Karazim passed this stage, his strength has indeed grown explosively.

Bul-Kathel thought it was enough for him to know that this was a good thing for the monk.

Nephalem has become stronger, which at least means that the pressure that humans have to face has been shared.

This is of course 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 cultivation of monks is a kind of peace for those who want peace in their hearts.