$388 Kharazim's Changes

"Is there anything else you'd like other than getting this arm back?"

Auriel looked at Constantine with a somewhat formulaic smile on her face.

Auriel has some appreciation for Constantine, but she also has disgust.

Sacrificing others without even minding oneself as a sacrifice is considered fearless courage, but it is also dangerous.

Auriel was a little surprised when she faced Constantine.

Constantine is not a good person, he is like a scumbag, and he will not deny this.

But this does not prevent him from doing things for the sake of the human world.

"I want to know your specific thoughts, just for the glory of heaven."

Constantine put away his smile and put on a humble face again.

Now is the time for negotiation, so Constantine's tone is rare and formal.

A perfunctory compliment was not worthy of Auriel's move.

As a professional who has yet to get a job at SHIELD, Constantine thinks about things from a human perspective.

This sentence is considered a threat.

Constantine understood what these angels wanted.

In fact, there is not much difference between him and the devil.

It's nothing more than soul and faith. Only these things can impress human beings.

land? A mere earth is just a planet.

How big can the ground here be? No matter how much, it is impossible to fight against those top masters.

After all, there is something outrageous about everything.

"You still have my favor, are you going to start negotiating now?"

Oriel smiled.

The eyes looking at Constantine softened a lot.

But the movements of his hands are different from his expressions.

The ribbon wrapped directly around Constantine's body and sealed his mouth.

After all, there's always the question of what will come out of this guy's mouth.

What's even more terrible is that Constantine's cultural level is not low at all, which is a common advantage of mages.

"Now, everyone from SHIELD, are you interested in having someone else talk to me?"

Auriel said this, but her eyes had already locked on Agent Hill who was standing there.

Asking questions knowingly is sometimes considered a bit of decency among humans, and can at least start a conversation.

Agent Hill stood up straight and made an inviting gesture towards Auriel.

Imprius also made an apology gesture to the embarrassment.

"The director just left, but if you want to contact him, you only need to go to Harrogas."

Hill said this.

This is nonsense.

Agent Hill would not believe that these two guys had just appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.

What happened before must have fallen into their eyes, but she still gave the answer as if it was an errand.

But this answer made the two former archangels a little embarrassed.

None of them want to go to Harrogath now. After all, the barbarians there do not welcome their arrival.

But once this question was raised directly, it could no longer be avoided.

"What are you doing?"

In Prius sent such a message to Auriel.

"Waiting for an opportunity, the easiest way to become people's hope is to be the last line of defense. This will help me achieve my goal."

Auriel explained her approach to Imprius in the same way, but this approach was a bit unsightly.

The last line of defense will slowly be ignored intentionally or unintentionally. Only people without passion can care nothing about this.

"Now, I want to establish more cooperation between myself and SHIELD. The most important thing is that we don't need places like churches, so we don't spend much money."

Auriel's voice only fell in the ears of Agent Hill, and the conspiracy easily aroused suspicion.

Hill nodded imperceptibly.

If we can bypass Nick Fury and establish some personal connection with Auriel, this is also the result Hill wants.

Nick Fury is too dangerous.

While he was suspicious of all agents, the agents were equally wary of him.

This is the norm for S.H.I.E.L.D.

…

"Sonya!"

Immortal Mr. Craig is finally on his feet!

Karasim's voice came from his mouth, and the power and authority of "life" in this body were also initially grasped.

Although Craig's mind is still very confused, the being who now controls this body is Karasim, a strong warrior monk who has walked his own path as the reincarnation of Vandaloni.

Karasim didn't believe that a firm will could break through a stubborn stone, but his fists and feet could easily do this.

So he used his fists and kicks to squeeze out a path among the ancestors and stood in front of Sonya.

Bulkesso looked up at Craig and was keenly aware of Karasim's aura.

But now was not a good time to reminisce, so Bulcaisel's attention remained on Sonya.

The danger won't be much, it just depends on what benefits Sonya can get from this rescue.

"There is a living force in this body, don't say you didn't see it! Bulcaisuo!"

Karasim's voice lacked some of its usual calmness, and instead seemed a little impatient.

Although Karasim has a bold personality, he usually chants mantras to maintain his mentality.

Even if you can't describe it as being aloof from the world, it's okay to be undistracted.

But this time, he was impatient!

When he faced Malthael before, the monk noticed the gap in strength.

Vandaloni's Seven-Phase Fist and Exploding Palm are combined with Karasim's Phantom Body Art to release this set of tricks. Even if this set of tricks falls on Diavolo, it will not appear so weak.

Malthael was already powerful beyond his comprehension.

"So? Because he has life in him, do I have to get it? Not everything under my nose is mine! Karasim, has your mantra fallen on the dog at this time!?"

Bulcaisel questioned.

None of the Nephalem are purely good people, no saints.

Each of these problems is actually quite big.

Bulcaisel's mood is somewhat deviated due to soul problems, so he is not very gregarious.

Although Karasim is more stable and kind, the arrogance brought about by reincarnation still exists in him.

Vera is full of hatred and abides by the commandments. This kind of life makes her a little awkward. Not very frank, even gloomy.

Natsubo was even more talkative and didn't care about external things.

Johanna was cheerful and determined, but in the end she was too influenced by Akarat's tricks. Her fondness for the higher heaven prevented her from firming up her position.

As for Li Min and Sonya, one is proud of being a genius and the other is proud of being a warrior.

Greed for power is their common problem.

But none of them are evil.

Kindness and human justice are the bottom line.

And taking something from someone who has done nothing wrong is neither right nor decent.

"You don't know how powerful Malthael is now. He will only be even more powerful the next time you see him!"

Karasim was still choking.

But the fact that he escaped death through reincarnation was a big blow to him.

And his soul could feel the pain his body faced at the end. More importantly, Karasim personally recited the spell to awaken Lilith!

This brings with it a strong sense of guilt.

"Powerful!? That's not what you said when the devil was powerful!"

Bulcaisel glared at the guy in front of him.

Karasim was frightened.

The only good thing was that the guy he was afraid of wasn't Diavolo.

If Diavolo got this fear, it would be a bit troublesome.

The chance of Karasim being corrupted is very small, but if the worst happens, this monk will be more dangerous than the big rat in Hamelin.

"Malthael is wisdom!"

Karasim roared like this, and the ancestors around him were stunned for a moment.

Everyone knows that Malthael is the Archangel of Wisdom, and no one among the ancestors calls Malthael the "Archangel of Death."

After all, as an archangel, that guy is wisdom. If you use death to describe it, it can only be the "angel of death."

The "bigness" of archangels does not mean that they are more powerful than ordinary angels.

But their essence is much broader!

The reason why Malthael is difficult to deal with is because some thoughts that can be classified as wisdom are known to him.

Just like all fearful thoughts cannot avoid Diavolo.

"Will wisdom twist his little arm across my thigh? Shut up now!"

The anger in Bulkesso disappeared for a moment.

Just a moment of display made Karasim calm down a little.

Leiko stood a little further away and looked at Karasim's body.

The consciousness of the immortal Mr. Craig has begun to awaken.

The three-in-one soul is somewhat novel.

Monks rarely reincarnate multiple times.

They would only make such a decision unless they still had a wish to fulfill when they realized they were going to die.

Every time you reincarnate, you will forget part of your memories. It is enough to experience this experience once.

Bulcaisel's disdain was justified.

Malthael got stronger, and he got stronger during this time.

Fighting is not just about who is stronger on paper.

"Ahem!"

A cough came from Sonya's mouth.

But it was soon replaced by the sound of heavy breathing.

The physical injuries have recovered, which is even a blessing in disguise.

After all, some things brought by the blood of the first generation ancestors have not left her mind.

The blood will be drained, but the knowledge will not disappear.

"Now, congratulate me! Sonya."

Bulcaisel said to Sonya.

At this time, he also stood up, and the two long knives on his body were still shining.

"How much weaker have you become?"

Sonya finally calmed down her breath, felt the power in her body, and looked at Bulcaisso as she spoke.

She couldn't help but care.

"I'm the same as before."

Bulcasso said this with a twinkle in his eye.

Sonya remained silent, and there was already some blood on her body.

At least Sonya doesn't look like a mummy now.

Some of the vague conversations between the two seemed outrageous, but in fact there was really nothing serious.

"He is the Immortal King, Sonya."

Leiko said with a smile in her voice.

"Congratulations, but you're not doing the right thing."

Sonya looked into Bulkesso's eyes and said this.

"I told you, I didn't get weaker, I got stronger."

Bulcaisel replied seriously.

In order to prove his statement, his body released most of the anger, which made Sonya somewhat unable to bear it.

Sonya snorted, her eyes filled with anger.

But what words should the saved person use to tell the person who saved him that he should not save him?

So Sonya had nothing to say.

"Krashim, you should go to sleep now! This boy will become a monk! Isn't he a balanced bloodline?"

Bulkesso glanced at Karasim and became increasingly irritable.

He didn't want to discuss some messy things with Karashim now.

Today is, after all, a day worth celebrating, not a day of chaos and quarrels.

"You'd better be ready, Bulcasso."

Karasim used Craig's body to finish the last sentence, which was not very polite and had the condescension of an insider.

But it was a good intention after all.

Sonya's injuries can be considered completely recovered.

It's just that it's still not possible to directly join high-intensity battles in a short period of time.

But just verbal guidance is enough.

Qualkek's mountain-splitting ax became a legend in Sonya's hands, and it was time for her to shoulder some responsibilities.

Sonya is also a restless person, and she will complete this great cause very well.

…

Burning in hell.

Baal sat on his throne, grinning like a giggle.

There was finally some movement in the Burning Hell, and demons began to be born bit by bit.

It's just that he now needs someone who can represent him in destroying the Demon God as his direct subordinate.

Doing everything personally is the usual style of the Hell Demon Lords, but the polished commander is not suitable after all.

"Hamelin?"

Barr muttered quietly.

He frowned as he looked at the souls falling in like dumplings from the sky.

He doesn't care about whether there are more bad people or good people in the world.

It's just that the strength of these souls is a little too low.

Quantity makes up for quality only when the difference in quality cannot be too outrageous.

It's not that the steamed buns can't break rocks, it's possible as long as the test is dry enough.

But Baal had no idea how many ants could kill Diavolo.

The good-looking Demon God of Destruction actually became confused after being warned by a barbarian once.

Barr shook his head fiercely, and then turned his attention to others.

After all, what Baal experienced in the Burning Hell was similar to isolation. He couldn't do much every day, and he had long lost the so-called enrichment and gains.

But in order to survive, Barr is still very brave.