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At this time, the riot in SHIELD has come to an end.

It's just that Nick Fury is not in this place now.

Doctor Who is heading to Harrogath with Nick Fury, but this time they don't pass through the portal.

Agent Hill put on the green tights again, showing off her good figure.

The green ring continued to emit light, turning into cages to imprison those souls.

"Hill, what's going on with you?"

Steve slapped a soul to the ground with his shield, holding the guy in one hand.

The evil soul burns like a torch in the hands of the Crusaders.

"An accident, maybe I got the relic of some powerful guy."

Hill said casually.

She had no intention of telling the truth about the Green Lantern Corps.

"That guy Nick Fury can't wait even this little time? Or is he afraid that I will open the portal to hell?"

Rumlow held his breath and took stock of his surroundings.

Clearly not very happy.

Unfortunately, the love is not over yet!

A huge body carrying a ferocious hammer was smashed into the SHIELD building.

"Woohoo! Looks like SHIELD has to rebuild its own building!"

Constantine sat on Nick Fury's chair, holding a small cage in his only hand. There were countless souls superimposed in the cage.

This guy didn't waste these souls. Spellcasting materials have never been easy to get.

"I can smell your fear from three blocks away! Kingpin!"

Anderson emerged from the big hole he had just made.

He pointed the spear in his hand at Jin Bin's chest and roared.

"Angel? Am I evil!?"

Kingpin waved the sky hammer in his hand and swung it vigorously in the direction of Anderson.

The ring on the finger is also constantly emitting a strong light!

But this light was pointed at Agent Hill who was standing aside!

"The gang leader is a good guy. Do you believe this joke? Steve?"

Rumlow panted, holding the hammer and speaking to Steve.

There was some helplessness in his eyes.

Fighting has always been a troublesome thing. Unless you can kill those annoying demons with your eyes closed, fighting will always be very labor-intensive.

"This is just a joke, keep fighting."

Steve looked up at Anderson and Kingpin, feeling helpless.

They who have not had much contact with angels will not understand the difference between angels and humans.

In their seriousness, Anderson, a courageous subordinate, is still worthy of trust.

Constantine said nothing from this moment on, just watching the battlefield silently.

He carefully took the souls in his hands into his arms, his face a little pale.

The impact of a broken arm is serious, especially since Constantine is just a slightly stronger guy than ordinary people.

And his life routine is very bad.

Outside SHIELD, Imprius and Auriel were still observing the situation here.

Although he no longer has the courage and hope of an archangel, he can detect the movement of justice, but he would not have thought that after Tyrael gave up his status as an archangel of justice, his remaining power was taken away by Israel.

"Who is your target?"

Imprius asked flatly.

Auriel's thoughts are not easy to guess, but they will not be completely hidden from Imprius, who is with her day and night.

It's just that this question is not easy to answer.

"An angel."

Auriel said this, looking at the fierce battle in S.H.I.E.L.D.

It's like describing Anderson.

After hearing this answer, Prius' eyes swayed.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Bulkasso will protect me for three thousand years."

Auriel said this with a smile.

They are completely unaware that they have lost their personality and only have their strength and essence left, and they have become the targets of their brothers.

"Three thousand years are too short... He still needs to face Malthael if he wants to succeed."

Because of the Prius, there was some hesitation.

He trusted Bulkesso, but he didn't think this would be something that could be accomplished in a short time.

I'm afraid Malthael's thoughts still remain in his heart. That kind of power and elusive thought that surpasses the Great Demon God makes Iprius not ignore Malthael, his brother.

"Malthael is very smart, and smart guys are not determined to give in. They always like to find more convenient ways."

Because the Prius says a lot.

But I don't seem to feel very confident.

The archangels couldn't understand Malthael's thoughts. They could only confirm that as long as that guy took action, that would be the moment he thought was closest to success!

Too dangerous!

"Do we still have a choice now? The Prius?"

Auriel muttered softly, the ribbon on her body shaking uneasily.

The moment they chose to become human with hope and courage, their future had already rested on Bulcasso.

Helping Bulkesso become a God of Creation as soon as possible is the most effective way for them to achieve their goals.

…

"Are we really going to do this?"

Natsubo held the jar in his hand and looked at the severed hand in front of him with some hesitation.

Sonya stood aside and bowed her head silently.

As the strongest barbarian in the world, she could not accept awakening the original ancestor in this way.

The will of the ancestor only stayed on the holy mountain, even if there was a strong power in this arm, which gave her the opportunity to stand in front of Masail like Lasma.

Sonya still felt tangled in her heart.

"We have no choice!"

Li Min coughed, and her body kept shaking.

Vera on the side struggled to stand up and began to check her weapons and equipment.

"I reserve my opinion."

Karasim whispered.

He had many doubts about Masail's threat.

If the archangel wanted to kill them, he would not let them go so easily.

Many of the companions around were seriously injured, but none of them were killed by Masail.

Perhaps this was a conspiracy.

"I don't think the first generation of barbarian ancestors can match Bul-Kathos at that time, and I don't even think I can't defeat Masail!"

Li Min suddenly shouted loudly.

In the previous battle, only Li Min had the power to resist in front of Masail.

But now Malthael is no longer the archangel with only wisdom and death.

All the remaining angels and demons in this world have become his nourishment. Except for the soul-stealers he carefully cultivated, no angels exist.

And there may be one more demon.

The common mother of the Nephalem, Lilith!

So when Li Min faced Malthael, he suffered a heavy blow.

Various powerful forces were bred in that body, and Li Min even felt the smell of humans from Malthael!

"Enough! That's it! My will will not lose to Bul-Kathos!"

Sonya shouted like a roar.

Cut her arm with the dagger beside her, and blood dripped on the broken arm bit by bit!

Waves of life began to emerge.

All the desolation turned into vitality, but it was fleeting.

At this time, Nazebo staggered to the front and poured the jar in his hand down.

The dark blue viscous liquid connected Sonya and the arm along with her blood.

"From now on, the souls of the ancestors will be with you, and your will will guide the power of the ancestors!

Sonya, shout out the name you want to shout, and say your declaration. From now on, your souls are connected!

From this moment on, your blood is connected!"

Nazebo's hoarse voice came out, and waves of strange fluctuations began to spread around.

"Bulkeso! Protect me!"

Sonya roared!

The arm turned into a pool of plasma wrapped around Sonya's body!

The dark blue liquid followed closely and drilled into Sonya's mouth, nose, ears and eyes!

"Another sacrifice!"

Karasim clenched his fists, and the truth light under his feet continued to expand!

Sonya chose a different path from Bul-Kathos!

Bul-Kathos divided himself and became the strongest in battle!

Sonya chose to add other existences to herself, using two completely different powers to face more powerful opponents!

At this time, no one can tell the pros and cons of the two.

After all, both of these roads are roads that require you to pay first before you can get rewards!

And Masail, who was fighting with Lasma, finally laughed!

"Finally, it's done. It's great!"

Masail's sudden words made Lasma serious.

Only he could know the calculations he knew. Lasma's insignificant fate in front of Masail could not even glimpse the slightest trace.

"I will delay you until the mother comes!"

Lasma's declaration intensified the desolation on the ground in an instant!

In the icy frozen soil, the skeletons of the strong crawled out of the ground, carrying the cold air that seemed to freeze the soul!

One of the skeletons seemed stronger than the others!

And more imposing!

"Kanai~ It really surprised me!"

Masail said as he looked at the skeleton.

The sickle in his hand mercilessly cut open Lasma's throat, and Lasma turned into a pool of blood in an instant!

"Lasma, blood is the currency of the soul. When are you going to lick the blood on the ground from under my feet like a hyena?"

Massael didn't care what kind of counterattack Lasma would make due to his insult.

Now he is invincible!

"Unfortunately, I am a rich man, and I have the final say on the coinage rights of my soul currency!

And you, are you still an archangel now?

Or have you become a Nephalem who you call "extremely despicable"! "

The skeletons around Lasma put on pieces of armor!

That is the legend of Volusk!

The Immortal King Suit!

If there is anyone in this world who can make Volusk willingly offer his legend and glory, Kanai is definitely one of them!

How can a withered bone without a soul show the full power of the noble barbarian elder?

And Lasma has his own way!

"My brother! Wake up! If you still consider me your brother! If you still recognize our common mother!"

Lasma muttered in his mouth!

Massaier sped up his movements.

The Soul Reaper in his hand blew towards Lasma's neck with the cold wind that killed everything!

"Bulkasso! My brother!"

Lasma's last roar sounded, and Kanai's skeleton finally moved!

The stone hammer holding the Immortal King in his hand hit the Soul Reaper heavily on the ground!

The mouth of the skeleton that was left creaked!

"Lasma! You should not have forgotten what I told you!"

The voice of the first ancestor!

The ancestor who was called the Immortal King, the strongest and unstoppable!

He returned to this world through the corpse of his most outstanding descendants!

"No surprise! But the dead souls can't escape death!"

Massaier threatened, and his figure turned into a thin wisp and flew up.

The Soul Reaper was constantly waving and turned into starlight!

"Ha!"

The battle cry of the first ancestor!

The environment is constantly turbulent!

The ground is constantly cracking!

The lava rushed out of the realm of the dead, rolling and turning the ground into a doomsday scene!

"Masail, we still have a score to settle!"

The stone crusher was raised high, and the back of the skeleton was shaking constantly!

Death will come eventually, not now!

A shadow of an ancestor appeared behind the skeleton!

But there is no ancestor older than Bul-Kathos!

The origin of the barbarians in this world is standing here!

That shadow is the first ancestor, the oldest immortal king!

The glory in the name of Bul-Kathos forged himself!

The giant hammer was raised high, and the air began to turbulent!

The power of life and death mixed together in this place!

The two forces were merged together and became a complete blow of the power of life!

"Come on!"

Masail dropped the Soul Reaper in his hand and turned into stars from the sound and video!

With his arms raised high, he was like a giant holding up the sky, and he was fighting against Bul-Kathos's hammer!

"Lasma! You do it too!"

The first ancestor roared!

Lasma also became excited with this battle cry!

Brothers working together?

It's been too long since I experienced this!

It's been so long that Lasma almost forgot this feeling!

The bones all over the ground surged onto Kanai's corpse, and the figure became even bigger in an instant!

Two heavy swords appeared in the hands of Bul-Kathos's phantom, turning into the appearance of the ancestral hammer!

And this skill is called the hammer of self in the hands of the first generation!

"Hoo!"

With a bang!

Malthael's figure finally retreated for the first time in the battle!

The ground turned into nothingness, and traces of blood appeared in the mouth of Lasma, the necromancer!

Malthael's robe fell off and fell to the ground!

Waves of blood and flesh were flying!