Dark Savages Come To the United States

In the Sanctuary at this time, Lilith followed in his footsteps behind Malthael.

And behind Lilith, there was Rasma with a hazy face.

The three of them were walking on a world that was gradually collapsing, and their feet were the land where they could finally stand.

Three beings representing three groups walk silently.

Not far away, Nazbo, Li Min, and Vera were quietly observing these three beings.

"Nazbo, are you sure you have informed Bulkesuo about this place?"

There was no panic in Li Min's voice, not even emotional fluctuations.

Master Li Min, a well-deserved genius.

If the authority of Wisdom is not in the hands of Malthael, then she is now expected to become the new Wisdom.

mortal?

This is just a derogatory name for an angel. The name Nephalem is more often heard from the mouth of the devil.

"I'm sure, according to the character of those savages, if there is a chance to reconnect with us, then he will do it."

Nazbo's voice sounded weak, and the witch doctor's voice always felt a little out of breath.

Maybe that tall body just entitles spellcasters like witch doctors to pay the price?

Using souls, even this list includes your own soul.

Witch doctor's burden will never be easier than those savages.

"Bourkesso, I always feel that he is full of secrets, although he is indeed a comrade worthy of our trust."

The eyes under Vera's hood were a little stunned. Restoring the injury and strength was not a problem for the original Sanctuary, but now, survival itself has become a little more difficult.

The world is on the verge of collapse, where are there enough resources to support these extraordinary powerhouses?

But now Malthael and Lilith seem to have no interest in them, at least it seems so.

Malthael was just measuring the rest of the land with her own feet, and Lilith's icy face couldn't see her thoughts.

Rasma, the only one who could possibly tell them more, is now following behind her mother like a child without a voice.

"I still have a chance, at least as long as I have a chance, I can seize the authority of wisdom from Malthael!"

There was an air of determination in Li Min's voice.

The mana on her body is no longer suppressed by her, and everything that wisdom has found around her body has begun to evolve.

Such an action was already provocative for Marthael.

In most cases, the archangel can be divided into two types. One is the guys like Prius and Auriel, who have never been stingy to gather everything on themselves.

Instead, we continue to deliver these wonderful foods equally to everyone.

And so did Marthael.

The beauty of wisdom lies in the collision of sharing and thinking, and the greatness of death lies in the fact that it has never been favored.

The other is the former Tyrael and Ytherael, perhaps with the name Inarius added.

The power is gathered in themselves, and no one can usurp it from their hands.

Tyrael's transformation also came after he discovered that the authority of justice had been divided from judgment.

As for Inarius and Ytherel?

They are still the same as in the past, they control their own destiny and control their balance!

Therefore, talents cannot dominate their destiny, and unequal things can be seen everywhere around them.

"And then? Then replace Malthael as the wisdom of the world, and then replace him with the death of the world?"

Vera's words were not polite at all. Although she still hated that archangel, what Malthael did now made her a little indescribable.

The demise of the world means that everything left in this world will become a burial, and so is Malthael as wisdom, perhaps he is ready to give this world and his own death.

As for Lilith, the guy who has knowledge but needs help even making decisions can't be so smart.

The only question now is what kind of plans exist in Rasma's heart!

"We will continue to exist, at least that's what the soul of this world tells me."

Nazbo started his rambling speech again, and the skin that was full of wrinkles became smoother at this moment.

This strong body used to pay those souls is filled with vitality little by little.

The easiest way to tell if a witch doctor is strong is to look at his appearance.

The vitality in a strong body is the reward for those souls. The weaker the appearance and the more wrinkled it is, the more souls the witch doctor has.

Like a payroll company, the soul is the employee.

It's a pity that the upper limit of this company is there, affected by the body.

"Did those souls choose to pass away or, in the shattering of the world, they had to pass away?"

Li Min's voice has become severe.

At this time, there is no need to worry about whether your own problems are offensive to a witch doctor.

Nazpo's answer will determine what kind of determination Li Min will make.

"It was me who gave them freedom."

Nazbo's eyes became cloudy a little bit.

The curled body also began to stretch a little bit, and a little bit of strong muscles were attached.

With the physical condition of a witch doctor, if he had chosen the path of a warrior from the beginning, he would definitely not be what he is now.

Tall, agile and full of power.

"Massaire didn't respond to me, but I don't want to watch it like this!"

Li Min finally no longer bears it, she has never been weak!

It has never been the kind of existence who can only wait for the other party to be born with compassion!

Even in the face of Marthael, the archangel who has mastered all the wisdom in the world, Li Min is still fearless!

Even though she knew very well how helpless she would appear when facing the Archangel of Wisdom.

Because Prius can take back all his courage, Marthael can naturally take back the wisdom sprinkled all over the world!

For Li Min, this is the biggest misfortune.

If it wasn't for Malthael's involvement in death, Li Min would never have faced this guy who was considered the source of wisdom.

Now she kind of misses Jotun Kuhler's biting sarcasm.

The battle between wisdom and wisdom, there is no possibility of operation between the strong and the weak.

And knowledge is the most powerful means to face wisdom!

"Then we need some protection to keep those guys out. Mages and witchers are not good at hard-hitting type fights, and Malthael is a true warrior."

As Nazpo spoke, the ground began to churn.

The Soul of the Zombie Behemoth is one of the few souls he has not released from the contract.

"As wisdom, to choose to be a warrior and fight there, Malthael has pieced together everything that disgusts me!"

Li Min said this, and looked at Rasma with grandeur.

There is no need to hide, whether it is Marthael or whoever is very clear about the situation in this world.

The ground will get smaller and smaller. Even if the archangel and the highest-ranking demon Lilith use their feet to stabilize the few grounds in this world, they cannot stop this from happening.

"Maybe this is his wisdom."

Vera took out a flying knife, Jiani's edge!

Guys who dare to argue with the witcher Jani will soon discover that Jani can "cut" to the point with astonishing thinking skills!

And Vera, among the demon hunters, is the strongest in existence!

"The battle is about to start, and it really makes me nostalgic for the good old days of my youth."

As Nazpo said that, his body finally stood up straight!

Those slender and distinct muscles ensure that his body has powerful destructive power!

Nazbo, who has not yet hired his soul as a reward, is an excellent fighter. At least in the "playing" among the midnight children, Nazbo has no less than Bulkesuo among the barbarians. high status.

It's a pity that his body does not have the fat that is used to protect himself.

Fat was the cheapest he could pay those mighty souls.

"I wonder what would you pay for Rasma if you captured Rasma's soul?"

The corner of Vera's mouth pulled out a beautiful arc and asked Nazpo.

"I think the oil tested in the colon may be a good choice? But the necromancer is also an expert in the soul."

Nazbo shook the voodoo doll in his hand, the voodoo doll's small face was hideous and full of pain!

That's Zul!

The voodoo doll contains Zul's immortal resentment!

One of Rasma's best students!

The noble hero who stood before his teacher with his own power in the necromancer's cleansing of the world!

Self-sacrifice, exile of hope!

Courageous and fearful!

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Zul!

"Nazibo! You'd better not think that my teacher is just a spellcaster! He is as powerful as me in close quarters, and I will despair!"

The voodoo doll opened its mouth and let out a refreshing laugh!

He didn't feel despair!

He died under Rasma's scythe, but as the best necromancer besides Rasma! He is not soft enough to be easily killed!

"Come on! Let me see the final outcome and life and death!"

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