$295 Craig Hollis (10,000-Word Chapter)

"Tyr, what's going on?"

Fandral and the others, who were the first to come to Earth, knew nothing about what happened in Asgard. At this time, there was no better way than to take the initiative to ask.

After all, it was a little hard for them to accept that a large group of acquaintances suddenly appeared around them.

But obviously, they will only get a not-so-good news.

"Father was defeated, and Kull suddenly came back."

Tyr, who had become Lord Skyhammer without others noticing, spoke loudly in a voice that everyone could hear clearly.

His tone was full of regret for his own powerlessness.

His words did a good job of inducing fear in the rest of the Asgardians.

There seems to be no other way to deal with Kuhl except fear.

"How is that possible?"

Fandral and the others suddenly heard the news of Odin's defeat, and instantly fell into an unbelievable situation.

The sudden appearance of these Asgardians made SHIELD, which was already stationed in this place, immediately nervous.

This is not dozens of people, but hundreds of people.

But tens of thousands of people!

The dense crowd packed SHIELD's temporary location to the brim.

And these SHIELD agents know exactly what Asgard represents.

They learned nothing from their exchanges with Fandral and his team. SHIELD experts had already completed their intelligence analysis on the Asgardians.

Facing tens of thousands of Asgardians, they simply did not have enough strength to be on guard.

Even if there is not the "omnipotent" Odin among these people, it is not something that ordinary human armies can match.

The body density of Asgardians is more than three times that of ordinary people, which means that their physical strength and other aspects are also far superior to humans.

And compared to humans, their physical strength is bottomless.

The most terrifying thing is the teleporter called the "Rainbow Bridge". SHIELD knew from Fandral and the others that it was a weapon capable of annihilating stars.

In addition, Asgard is a race that can launch inter-star battles, and their technology cannot be despised.

Even if Fandral and the others look like they are stuck in the cold weapon age, SHIELD, which has suffered from the barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath, will no longer feel self-righteous about this.

"I think it is necessary for us to change places to communicate. The earth is willing to provide a temporary place for the Asgardians to live."

Natasha's voice came at the right time.

She is now in this base and serves as the supreme commander.

Natasha stood in front of Tire with a seductive smile on her face, her hands folded in front of her chest, which perfectly highlighted her own characteristics.

Crossing the arms across the chest is a defensive gesture, but when placed on Natasha, it has a unique charm.

There is no way, the "characteristics" of this agent from the red house are too outstanding.

"Asgardians need no mercy!"

Tyr roared loudly. At this time, he acted as a person who was still aloof even after losing his home.

The Asgardians call themselves gods on Earth, and he behaves in a manner that even those who are most familiar with Tyr would not raise any objections.

Even though the current earth is already different from the one Asgardians know.

You must know that not every Asgardian knows the existence of the Supreme Mage, and Tyr, as the Lord of Skyhammer, will not be kind enough to tell his compatriots this truth.

"We just want to help in any way we can."

Natasha took half a step back. This small gesture of concession could very well appease the other party's emotions.

Natasha knew exactly how she should behave to make the other party less wary.

"You should worship the gods!"

Tyr roared loudly, ignoring Fandral's obstruction.

This former God of Justice can no longer see the original prudence and justice in him, but only mania.

As fragile as a soldier defeated by fear.

As Lord Skyhammer, Tyr will do everything possible to spread fear at this time.

His consciousness had been turned upside down long after he became the Destroyer.

Diavolo's method of demagogueing people's hearts is not comparable to that of Kull, who is obsessed with the throne of Heavenly Father.

Tyr has turned into a thoughtful puppet, and every time he speaks, he can make the tens of thousands of Asgardians behind him feel endless panic.

"Please calm down, I need to contact my superior."

This time Natasha did not express her harmlessness by retreating and keeping her distance.

Going back to gain space is not a strategy that can be carried out forever. It would only be considered weak and deceitful.

Natasha loosened her arms in front of her, and clenched a fist with her plain white hands. There was no fist callus on the fist, but she felt that the skeleton of the fists seemed to be larger.

No matter how well maintained it is, it will not completely cover up the traces of a warrior's training.

Natasha actually has various flaws in her body, so she has always been an agent unsuitable for lurking.

Perhaps it was because of her "famousness" that those organizations were willing to let Natasha infiltrate.

Is there anything better to show off than defeating the famous Black Widow? This seems to be something worthy of comparison among those organizations.

"Human, prepare enough spirits for us. And a place to rest!"

Tyr took a deep breath and said this.

Behind him were the Asgardians, including the old, the weak, the sick, and he needed to act like a successful leader, which would help harvest the leeks of fear, wave after wave.

"We will provide you with what you need as soon as possible. Please don't do anything too sensitive. I don't think you want to start a war with humans."

Natasha clenched her fists and said these words, then immediately turned around and left the scene.

She didn't know Tyr, but that didn't stop her from feeling the hidden threat.

Natasha walked to a place where no one could see her, opened a portal and returned to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

There was an Asgardian prince there, and Thor was already a barbarian.

She was able to get the news she wanted from Thor.

As for contacting superiors?

Her agents would do this, and Natasha didn't think that tens of thousands of people suddenly appeared in this world, and Nick Fury would know nothing about it.

Maybe Nick Fury, the evil guy, is furious in the office right now.

After the S.H.I.E.L.D. people received Natasha's signal and gave enough space to the Asgardians, Tyr looked at Fandral and his group with an expressionless expression.

The Lords of Skyhammer, except Leah, will not know that the object of their allegiance is called Diavolo. They will only regard the God of Fear, Kull, as their true god.

This doesn't matter at all, after all, Kull is now Diavolo's vest.

As long as Bulkesso doesn't know about it, no one in the world will know the truth.

Diavolo is the most dangerous of the Demon Lords of Hell.

Because fear is everywhere!

There may be people in the world who don't hate, so Mephisto can't corrupt everyone.

Even if the weak have the desire to destroy, they are ultimately unable to take action, so Baal will encounter an existence that cannot be destroyed.

Sins can be redeemed, and those who bear them may awaken, so Azmodan's men occasionally lose control.

Pain and torture will not cover everyone indiscriminately, and there will always be Xin Yun'er who stays away from these.

So Duriel and Andariel are never invincible.

Lies will be shattered by honesty, and Billie will always fail.

Only Diavolo can achieve the great deeds of the Great Demon God!

Because even the Prius will feel scared when facing him!

Nothing escapes fear!

The fear of death, the fear of loss, birth, old age, illness and death will all give rise to fear!

Diablo is always strong and seems to have no flaws.

…

"So you didn't find anything?"

Nick Fury held a stack of information in his hand and said to Hawkeye and Coulson in front of him, a hint of haze flashed in his one eye.

He had just received the report from New Mexico and was suffering from a headache.

"Yes, at least there is nothing unusual about Kingpin and the others."

Coulson lowered his head slightly and said this.

He could be said to have gained nothing on that occasion.

As for Hawkeye, he stood there with his eyes closed.

He wasn't going to give Nick Fury the news about Spider-Man.

Just from the news of "Parallel Universe", he did not intend to let Nick Fury know about Spider-Man related matters.

"There is bad news from Natasha. Tens of thousands of Asgardians have come to Earth. According to them, Odin has been defeated and we are about to face a god named Kull."

Nick Fury seemed to say this news accidentally, and Hawkeye opened his eyes directly after hearing the words.

"I need to go to Harrogath. Is there anything you need me to tell the captain?"

Hawkeye understood that Nick Fury's words were never unintentional. Since he said it, it meant that he had a plan.

"I need you to tell Steve that you can pursue what you need with peace of mind recently. As for the Asgardians, the military will provide corresponding help, and we will serve as supervision."

Nick Fury rubbed his head. He began to miss the time when he still had hair to fall out.

Under the pressure, his fewer and fewer eyebrows also told his sadness about leaving.

"Well, it looks like this isn't something we can fully manage either."

Hawkeye said hello and left Nick Fury's office directly, then opened the portal and went directly to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Nick Fury completed another recording of the teleportation magic on a tablet at hand.

"Colson, how far is the research on the Purple Man?"

Nick Fury asked Coulson directly, with some concern in his tone.

"Because he lost his brain, he is still completely controllable."

When Colson said this, his body seemed to be resisting.

He is a firm boycotter of the purple people.

He promised Aibul Keso that he would properly dispose of this guy's body, but now he has joined the research.

That guy's super power is really too dangerous, but he can't stop it.

So Colson was somewhat unwilling in his heart.

"So, your leave is coming to an end, Coulson."

Nick Fury sorted out the documents in his hands, then sat up straight and looked at Coulson.

"I want you to continue to go to the blacksmith shop and collect as much as you can about what they did in London before, and what happened there that we don't know."

Nick Fury was very serious when he said this. Hawkeye and Black Widow seemed to be no longer on the same page with SHIELD. Although they still work for SHIELD, they seem to have a stronger sense of belonging to Savage.

It's not that Nick Fury doesn't want to catch Hawkeye or Natasha and use the truth serum directly, but because of the existence of Bul-Kathos, he is afraid.

The injury he suffered at the hands of Bul-Kathos last time has not been fully recovered until now.

The existence of Bul-Kathos is the reason why SHIELD keeps restraint on Savage.

"Okay, you are the director."

Coulson took over the task easily, just in time for him to calm down.

The days of studying the purple man made him feel that he had some inexplicable changes, and his intuition told him that he was already on the edge of danger.

"By the way, about Spider-Man, didn't you say last time that you already have a clue? SHIELD needs its own extraordinary power now. And that street hero seems to be a good candidate for absorption."

Nick Fury seemed to just mention it casually, and then he said nothing again.

"I will present the news to you in written form before I carry out the mission."

Coulson understood what Nick Fury meant.

The black-hearted big bald man didn't need Spider-Man to become a member of SHIELD, but to become his hidden power.

Nick Fury's ambition is finally not limited to building a few unknown secret bases. He now plans to cultivate a secret power of his own.

Even Coulson doesn't know who else he is targeting.

"Go."

Nick Fury declared the end of this conversation. After watching Coulson leave his office, he picked up the phone.

"Blade, you can continue."

Nick Fury was in contact with Blade before. As the commander of SHIELD's power in the London War, Blade's intelligence is definitely clearer than what the British officials said.

If Blade hadn't disappeared for a while after the Battle of London and hadn't just returned to contact him, he wouldn't have become so passive.

"Vampires are definitely something you have to be careful of, and then do everything you can to strengthen S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't think your old comrade can be of much use in facing that kind of monster."

Blade's voice came from the other end of the phone, but there was a sense of urgency in the voice.

"Are you talking about the ancestors mentioned by those clans? Or the blood god they claim?"

Nick Fury was a little impatient, he hated Blade's way of reporting that didn't get to the point.

"The monsters I'm talking about are demons and angels, and the real vampires, not the bastards you know!"

Blade's words stopped abruptly when he said this, and the phone was hung up.

Blade didn't hang up the phone himself, but he encountered something he didn't want to encounter.

At this time, an elegant and deep figure in front of him gently turned off his phone, and then looked at him with a smile.

"Are you Akado?"

The Blade Warrior's voice was full of doubt. The blood of vampires in his body made him feel suppressed by blood, but the figure in front of him didn't look like the handsome and strange Akado at all, but like another person.

"How rude! I thought you would say the name 'Dracula'. It's rare for a guy who is barely interesting to steal my power to appear among those guys. How could he be so boring? I'm really disappointed."

Dracula said in a low voice.

Then he observed the room where the Blade Warrior was.

Not far away, two Weeping Angels were looking at each other.

It's unreasonable to say that the Weeping Angels are powerful, but it's too funny that two Weeping Angels can observe each other.

"It's beyond my expectation that you can find this way to restrict the Weeping Angels. But don't you understand that their power is not something you and the organization behind you can covet?"

Dracula picked up a goblet and shook it slowly. The Blade Warrior could clearly smell the blood in the cup.

Dracula is not Acardo, he will not only drink red wine.

The current Dracula is not the vampire king who wants to die at the hands of humans, but a thoroughly evil monster.

"What do you want me to do?"

The Blade Warrior did not make any meaningless resistance.

Facing his true ancestor, the Blade Warrior did not intend to resist at all.

The Dracula in front of him was not the first one of those disgusting blood-sucking bastards.

That one was just a thief who stole the power of vampires and also stole the name "Dracula".

Only the one in front of him is the real vampire ancestor.

"I want to give you a little bit of power, but unfortunately, you have lost your virginity, so you can't become my dependent, you can only be a slave."

Dracula shook the blood in the goblet with an elegant posture, and the smell of blood began to spread.

Dracula extended his finger and dropped a drop of his own blood into the goblet, then placed the goblet in the hands of the Blade Warrior in a way that could not be seen by the naked eye.

"Perhaps you can still move under the sun with good luck."

Dracula said with a sinister smile, and turned to leave the scene.

As he left, the bodies of the two Weeping Angels were full of dense cracks.

After a scream from the soul, the two Weeping Angels died directly.

Recently, Dracula has been a little busy, because I don’t know which idiot posted the photo of the Weeping Angel on a horror legend forum on the Internet.

The number of Weeping Angels has increased abnormally.

"Anyone who carries the image of an angel will eventually become an angel."

This is how the Weeping Angel was born.

Of course, this includes videotapes, books, and even monitors and pupils.

The blood in Dracula’s hand is the condensation of the life of the initiator. Now he needs to visit the visitors of those forums one by one.

Then eliminate the hidden dangers of the Weeping Angel.

The Blade Warrior was just an actor chosen by him because he was bored and wanted to watch a good show.

The Blade Warrior looked at the goblet in his hand, and his soul was calling out.

His body had a strong hunger instinct for this cup of blood.

The Blade Warrior knew that he had no right to refuse, so he could only endure the nausea and pour the blood in the cup directly into his mouth.

He never sucked blood before, and even if he needed to recover from his injuries, he would choose blood transfusion.

Because he wanted to distinguish himself from those scum who regarded blood sucking as noble.

But facing the real vampire ancestor, he had no right to choose.

…

On the top of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, Natasha and Hawkeye met in front of Steve.

Steve was learning the shield fighting method from the battle master Kalju, but the progress was a bit slow.

Because even if Kalju was the top blocking master, his purpose of blocking was to smash the enemy's head with his shield and fist.

If the situation was not so critical, Kalju would prefer the feeling of crushing the demon's head with his iron boots.

The shield was just his choice to prolong his fighting years.

Steve didn't have that kind of strength. Although it was somewhat difficult for him to smash the heads of ordinary people, it was still easy to separate the head and spine.

But that couldn't be the final word when facing extraordinary enemies.

"Captain, Nick Fury needs you to be ready for battle."

Hawkeye said to Steve.

Although Nick Fury said that Steve should pursue what he wanted, what did Captain America want? It was just to get rid of the enemy and embrace peace.

To put it bluntly, it was to make Captain America ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

Hawkeye disdained Nick Fury's way of talking with hidden meanings.

Everything had to be guessed?

If he guessed right, it was his leadership merit, and if he guessed wrong, it was his subordinates who didn't understand it well?

This is a non-stick pan.

"What happened again?"

Steve just stopped his hand and wanted to ask, and was hit on the head by Kalju with a small broken wooden shield.

Steve lay on the ground neatly, looking at the sky with a dazed look in his eyes.

"It seems that you can only train here today."

Kalju threw the broken wooden shield in his hand directly to the ground and disappeared.

Kalju was not interested in training a warrior who was destined not to become an heir.

If it weren't for Bulkatho's request, he would not do such a useless thing.

"Asgard has fallen, and the remaining Asgardians have just appeared in New Mexico. I am considering whether to tell Thor."

Natasha directly took out a bottle of vodka and drank it.

Only on the holy mountain of Harrogath will this black widow show her wild side.

"This is really big news."

Hawkeye rubbed his short hair, feeling a little prickly and said:

"What are you going to do? Hide it from Thor?"

"I plan to tell him, but I don't know how to start."

Natasha thought about the pride that Thor had when he introduced everything about Asgard to them every time he met Thor, and she felt a little headache.

Did she have to tell Thor that "your father lost and was sealed with your mother"?

Thinking of this, Natasha took out another bottle of vodka and poured it into her mouth, and she was just about to take out a Bobosha and fire it everywhere.

"I think the recent situation seems to be a little wrong. The recent things seem to have increased all of a sudden."

Hawkeye snatched the bottle of vodka from Natasha's hand and poured it into his mouth.

Since the appearance of the Hell Demon, the world has suddenly become uneasy.

Hawkeye just felt a little bitter.

Especially after meeting the Spider-Man from the "parallel universe", things were completely out of control.

"I thought that after I solved the Red Skull, the whole world would return to peace. Damn it, I'm just a veteran, and now I'm starting to receive a pension!"

Steve picked up his shield and covered his face and said, his voice was a little muffled.

"Who will tell Thor?"

Hawkeye said in a somewhat fucking tone, and the whole person felt bad.

"How about I go? You know, the old guys have to enlighten the young people."

Vader's voice, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly sounded, and he appeared three or four steps away from several people.

"Ancestor Wei Da, you are here again. You are the only one on the entire Holy Mountain who seems to be doing nothing."

Natasha took out a bottle of wine with a smile and threw it over. Although the disembodied Vader could not drink wine now, this did not prevent him from collecting it.

Vader, who didn't save a dime before his death, naturally wouldn't have any fine wine hidden away.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be fighting the autumn wind everywhere.

"Is this a deposit?"

Vida smiled heartily, and then walked towards the direction of the Elder's Temple.

Thor is probably with that boring guy from Volusk now.

"Vida always said he was just the soul of a businessman, but who would believe his lies?"

Hawkeye muttered quietly.

The old general Qualkek always showed some respect when facing Vader. It would be a lie to say that Vader was not strong.

"Perhaps Vader will eventually meet someone who is right with him, and then he won't have to fight around."

Natasha said casually, and then lay directly on the snow of the Holy Mountain.

At this moment, a new brave man finally appeared at the gate of the Holy Mountain.

Maybe not so brave…

What came was a man, 1.88 meters tall, with curly blond hair.

Compared to his height, his build looks a little thin.

It looks like it only weighs about seventy kilograms.

And his face was full of pain, as if he might commit suicide at any time.

"Young man, are you planning to die?"

Madoc frowned and spoke to the young man in front of him. He felt a somewhat annoying aura from this young man.

That's what death feels like.

And there was no life in this guy at all, as if he had lost the whole world, and he was worse off than dead.

"Yes, it's just me...how can I put this? I can't die."

“I tried jumping off a building, but there was a big hole in the ground, and I recovered after resetting my broken neck.

I also tried jumping into a lake, but ended up just sleeping. Bleach tastes like drinking coffee. Even a bomb can't kill me. I feel like I've been abandoned by death. "

The young man said this, and the more he talked, the sadder he became.

Although his experience is very sad, it is also ridiculous.

Craig Hollis.

Essentially, he is still a human being, just mutated...

Of course, this mutation is benign, and there seems to be no problem in calling it "Supreme Human".

As long as his soul is not killed, he is immortal.

Kill his body and he will only be resurrected immediately after a period of time.

And death seemed to have forgotten the existence of this guy and never intended to take away his soul. Perhaps his body was not yet ready to die, so his name was removed from his authority.

"It's so strange that those who despise life also despise death?"

Madoc rubbed his beard. He felt that this young man seemed to be able to make Malthael sick.

Although Malthael could kill the young man's soul with sheer force, the rules of death would have no effect on this guy.

"Why are you seeking death and climbing the Holy Mountain?"

Madoc started to have a headache, and he said a little irritably.

"It's just that it seems like I can be needed here and I won't be left behind. Someone said this to me."

Craig said this.

"Young man, what is your name?"

Tarik couldn't stand Madoc's perfunctory tone anymore. Compared to Madoc, Tarik preferred to give some guidance to young people.

As for Kolik, who was squatting on the other side, he just said nothing.

Korik respects life, so he doesn't like those who fight to seek death.

You must know that even the berserker Balnar is fighting for survival.

He didn't even want to look at the guy who was fighting to follow the footsteps of death.

"Craig Hollis. Can I find what I'm looking for here?"

Craig asked with a hopeful tone, and suddenly there was some light in his originally lifeless eyes.

"If you want to die, just go to the most dangerous places. There will always be someone who can kill your soul."

Talik was a little angry when faced with this young man who despised life and death.

The death of the body does not mean death, just like the souls of their ancestors, they just changed their way of existence.

The death that barbarians face is not just physical death.

In the battle with the Hell Demon, in many cases the barbarian warriors would not even leave their souls behind.

This is also why the priests of Rathma, those somewhat terrifying necromancers, use the corpses of the dead.

What can a soulless corpse do to avenge the devil?

Only the Necromancer can make these soul-dead souls take revenge on those who caused their death.

This is why barbarians never speak ill of necromancers.

Those guys are worthy of respect, but still not close to them.

"Kill my soul? That's not what I want. I want to go to where the dead should go, but I'm always rejected."

Craig said in a very low voice, and the whole person fell directly to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Tears kept oozing out of his eyes.

"Are you going to the kingdom of the dead?"

The figure of Bul-Katho suddenly appeared in this place, and then the tall figure stood on Craig's head.

"Why?"

Bul-Katho didn't quite understand this guy's idea.

Bul-Katho had seen people who wanted to die, but most of those guys just wanted eternal sleep, not to go to the kingdom of the dead to continue suffering.

Bul-Katho just took a look at Craig and roughly understood the so-called immortality of this guy.

Only from a physical point of view, this guy has reached a certain degree of perfection.

But this perfection did not give Craig the qualifications to become stronger, but only made him extremely outstanding in recovery and life span.

With a vitality that is almost the same as that of a pure Nephalem, his body exudes vitality all the time.

The life span can be described as "infinite". In terms of recovery, because the soul is not accepted by the rules of death itself, the body will continue to recover.

This is a guy who is almost the same as the Nephalem.

Except that the life and soul of the Nephalem will be accepted by death, and the Nephalem has no restrictions on the growth of strength, there is no other difference.

"I..."

Craig hesitated a little. He didn't know whether he should confide his pain to strangers.

"Okay, kid. You are not suitable to be a barbarian. Your body will not accept the blood of the barbarian Nephalem."

Bul-Kathos sat cross-legged next to Craig.

This guy's body is more balanced and it is impossible to accept any biased Nephalem blood.

The blood of barbarians, demon hunters, necromancers and the disappeared druids is closer to demons, and the crusaders and those witch doctors are more like angels.

Only the bodies of monks are closest to the concept of balance.

This can be seen from the transformation skills that explore the power of blood.

The barbarian's Berserker's Fury is hideous and full of negative emotions, just like the Demon Hunter's Revenge Transformation. Those Druids who disappeared into beasts are not without animality. The Necromancer's Blood and Soul Bisection is more like using demonic means to let the blood divide the soul.

The Crusader Akarat Warrior Form is golden and looks like a battle angel without wings of light.

The witch doctor's soul walk shows the essence of their souls. The dark blue soul is not much different from the Archangel of Fate, Isreal.

As for the monks' spiritual enlightenment skill, which is jokingly called the black transformation, the whole body turns black, but there is a sacred light everywhere. It's like Prius dyed black paint, or Mephisto believes in the Holy Light.

The monks' bloodline is the most balanced.

As for the mage...

The mage is the superposition of knowledge and rules, and the posture of the law controller is completely their use of soul and knowledge to forcibly control the rules.

Bloodline is useless to them.

Bul-Kathos even suspected that Li Min could obtain that terrifying power even if she was not a Nephalem, and gain immortality with knowledge.

And if Craig, whose body as a human being tends to be perfectly balanced, wants to become a Nephalem, then probably only the blood of the monk can be integrated into it.

"I don't want to be a barbarian, I just want to go to the land of the dead."

Craig didn't quite understand what Bul-Kathos said, he just wanted to be treated equally by "death".

"Then you probably need to apply to death yourself."

Bul-Kathos also began to feel distressed because of the guy in front of him.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out why the Holy Mountain of Harrogath let this guy come up and guide him to come here to meet this guy.

Bul-Kathos couldn't figure it out.

Originally, he was sitting quietly on a stone thinking about what possession to use to wake up Leoric.

Minahak's skeleton is indeed enough to make the Skeleton King Leoric appear as a possession, but Bul-Kathos does not want to revive the Skeleton King who is muddle-headed, hates life and refuses death.

He wants to awaken Leoric, the wise king of Khanduras. If that guy is awake, he can give Bul-Kathos a lot of advice.

Especially the knowledge about the dark soul stone and the experience of fighting the whisper of the devil of hell, which are what Bul-Kathos needs.

"I just want to go to the kingdom of death. Living is too painful for me."

Following Craig's words, Bul-Kathos suddenly understood the meaning of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

A body rejected by death, a soul that wants to die.

This is the best possession for Leoric.

"Maybe I..."

Halfway through the words, Bul-Kathos suddenly stopped talking.

He wants Leoric to revive, so he has to take away a person's immortality? Even if immortality is painful for this person, even if this person wants to be led by death?

This is not fair at all! Life cannot be measured by anything other than life itself.

Whether the owner of this life wants to continue living or not, this life belongs to him.

Life should not be taken as a price.

Even if he does not need this life, Bul-Katho cannot pay for it with something of equal value.

"You can live on the holy mountain temporarily. Maybe you can think more open-mindedly here. If you are afraid of losing, you will not lose anything here. At least you will not be sad about losing."

Bulkatho twitched his mouth and finally said so.

Since the holy mountain recognized Craig Hollis, he would not force him down the mountain.

A person who wanted to die but failed?

How sad that is.

This guy has no sins at all, and some are just a little kindness.

Being different is sometimes regarded as a mistake, but the Nephalem are always different.

The holy mountain of Harrogath can accommodate a sad and poor person.

"Can I see death here?"

Craig's voice was full of humble prayers, which made Burkatho's expression more and more difficult to control.

"Death has left indelible pain here."

Bulkeso grabbed a ball of white snow on the ground, and underneath was the remnants of the barbarians who turned into ashes when death came.

Death took the lives of those barbarians, and Malthael's power crushed the souls of these unfortunate guys.

In the end, nothing was left of them.

Bul-Kathos or