The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Inarius did not fight Ursh in the end. He knew exactly what he was doing and what the consequences would be.

"Ursh, sometimes victory means nothing."

Inaris only had time to say this to Ursh's back.

"Inaris, victory is victory, it doesn't need to represent anything at all."

Ursh only gave Inaris this answer before entering the cave.

Their positions are opposite, but they are still unified emotionally, but they are destined to be unable to act out of emotion.

"Mathael's side will not win."

Inaris shouted to the empty front.

He finally relented for a moment, even though he didn't know whether Ursh could hear what he said.

I don’t know if Ursh would be able to convey these words to the other Nephalem even if he heard them.

But it was this unknown outcome that diluted the guilt in Inaris' heart.

Result? How can there be a predetermined result in this world?

If Inaris believed that everything was doomed, he would not have chosen to stand on the path of resisting fate in the first place!

…

Bulcaisel and Malthael have entered a space suitable for a decisive battle.

It's just that the two people didn't fight directly after entering this place, but sat on the ground facing each other.

"Mathael, is everything really irreversible?"

Bulcasso said without changing his expression.

"You have to win, but I don't necessarily have to win to achieve my goals.

Bulcaisel, you still haven’t remembered the agreement you made with me when you were Uldyssian, have you?”

Malthael's smile was gentle enough, but Bulcasso's face still seemed to be covered with ice.

"Can I remember that it doesn't matter anymore? It's just whether you are ready for everything?"

Bulcaisel looked at Malthael and said, the way they get along is as normal as old friends.

"I just want to know if you will regret it after you recover everything in the past."

Malthael seemed to be smiling bitterly.

He took out the Reaper of Souls and placed the pair of divine weapons that had brought countless sufferings to the Nephalem on the ground. Then he raised his head and looked at Bulkatho in front of him.

"Would you be surprised if I said I would give up this war?"

Malthael asked with interest.

"You also know that this is impossible. Even if Malthael chooses to let go for a better result, he will never let his opponent win without a fight. Malthael, as the Archangel of Wisdom, you

Always very competent.”

Bulcasso took out a wine jar and placed it between the two of them.

"Mathael, only what you strive for is meaningful.

You are not without mercy, but your compassion can never be as selfless as Tyrael. But even Tyrael, his compassion cannot override his position."

Bulqueso said in a very regretful tone.

"Giving the Nephalem the opportunity is indeed possible to end the Eternal War, but you may suffer defeat in the war.

But as long as the high-level heaven still exists, then the eternal war can still continue, and everything will never reach the worst situation."

As Malthael spoke, he took out a pair of wine glasses and placed them on the ground, then picked up the wine jar and poured the wine very naturally.

"Don't want to lose has become the only thing you think about, but you no longer think about winning.

Although I don’t know how many cycles of things you have experienced in the endless years, have you ever seen anyone in the past who can be stronger than me now?”

Bulcasso picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth without any politeness at all.

After finishing the wine in the glass, he took out two large bowls with some displeasure. Of course it was good to drink from cups, but he was still more accustomed to a slightly rougher method.

"It is precisely because of the birth of a powerful Nephalem like you that Prius will make compromises and Tyrael will be willing to move towards eternal tranquility.

But I still can't convince myself to put everything on you, let alone you don't seem to be a sure winner now."

Malthael shook his head as he spoke. He was completely sincere now.

"You have revealed to me the location of the will of the higher heavens, and the will of the burning hell has long exposed its existence.

What else do you think we missed that makes you still have no hope for our victory?"

Bulcasso asked slowly.

Bulkatho does not believe that he is bound to win, nor is he arrogant enough to think that all Malthael's worries are just unfounded worries.

It’s just that what he needs is not Malthael’s simple negative attitude, what he needs is more information about all this in the world!

"Bulkasso, I hope you don't worry about these things." Malthael shook his head, looking very troubled: "It's not that I don't want to share these problems with you, but at least I have to wait until you truly overcome them.

After you know me, I will naturally tell you when the time comes."

Malthael smiled.

His conversation with Bulcaisso was not because they had already decided on victory or defeat. Malthael actually knew that he had a greater chance of winning than Bulcaiso.

But what he wants is not that he can definitely win, but that Bulcaisel can continue to prove that he can surpass his past self every moment like in the past.

The images presented by archangels and demons are always far from their reality.

Angels under the Demon King and Archangel don't need to consider so many complicated things at all.

"The Nephalem are miracles, but we have witnessed too many miracles. The glory of miracles will not always shine on you."

The look in Malthael's eyes when he looked at Bulcaisu revealed far more solemnity than before.

He didn't mean to be joking, and he really couldn't convince himself to be optimistic about Bulcasso, even though Bulcasso was already the most powerful among the beings he had ever seen.

But in the years that Malthael has experienced, he has seen too many things that can be called miracles, but those things will still lose all their magic over the years.

When miracles fade and become pale, when the existences that create miracles fade away little by little over the years, anyone who has experienced this will no longer be able to believe in the argument that miracles will eventually win, just like Malthael.

Bulcaisel was just one of the countless miracles he had seen, but the power of this miracle was just more powerful than in the past.

"You think I'm not special at all, but in my opinion I am unique. Sometimes I want to know if there is anyone who can really be different in your eyes."

Bulqueso's tone was a little calmer.

He is trying to understand Malthael, although this attempt can only make the conversation smoother during this conversation.

"Every single individual in this world is unique and has no meaning on an infinite scale."

Malthael shook his head as he spoke.

"You've all tried to destroy everything, right?"

Bulcasso suddenly asked.

"Indeed, we all tried it, but the result is as you can see."

Malthael smiled.

The "we" he said didn't just refer to the archangels, it also included archangels and demons!

Now that Bulcaisel can see Malthael and the others, it means that their action of "destroying everything" has finally failed.

"How far have you achieved it?"

Bulkesso asked.

“We have made everything come to nothing, but when we are the only ones left, we can never go any further.

We had guessed that if we also died, we might be able to completely escape from the prison of eternity, but we held each other back so that no one had the courage to end everything.

It’s not that no one chooses to commit suicide, but that such a choice will be stopped by others.”

Malthael smiled again. He sincerely thought this result was very funny.

"Mathael, do you still have the courage to try now?"

Bulkesso asked.

Of course he didn't ask this to persuade Malthael to commit suicide at this time, he was just out of curiosity.

"I don't know. Even the Archangel of Courage didn't leave at that time. I can't give you an answer."

Malthael had a gentle smile on his face when he said these words.

The way he looked at Bulkesso at this time was no longer the way he looked at his enemy, but more like the gentleness of an elder with a bit of expectation.

"I will defeat you. This time I will definitely be the winner."

Bulcaisel said this after being silent for a while.

Malthael was not angry at all, and he still had an upward curve at the corner of his mouth.

"You must have already known in your mind what kind of outcome the Nephalem will face if you fail."

Malthael reminded.

"All the Nephalem will disappear in time, just like the countless miracles you have seen, and become no different from other guys.

But I will not lose, and neither will the Nephalem."

Burquesso gave a very firm answer. He never fought alone.

"Before the results are presented, everything you say actually doesn't mean much."

Malthael's tone returned to indifference.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, and then added more wine to the wine bowl that Bulqueso took out.

Malthael's eyes looked into the void, not knowing what he was thinking about in his heart.

Or maybe he was just enjoying the tranquility before the last fight.

Malthael can win, but he won't win.

Although he said that he would not place his hopes on anyone other than himself, Auriel, the Archangel of Hope, had already made his choice, so how could Malthael not consider it?

Countless attempts in the past have never been successful. This time Bulkatho appears, an existence that surpasses all archangels and demons. It is not like he cannot bet on the Nephalem.

It's just like what he said, if Bulcaisuo fails, then the eternal battle will continue in the end.

The Nephalem born this time, as part of the miracle, will also perish completely with this failure.

But it doesn't matter, Malthael can still wait for the next miracle to be born in the endless years.

It's just that Malthael himself felt that if he failed this time, he would feel a bit of regret among his regretful emotions.

Chance?

Malthael had seen too many opportunities, but none of them seemed to change anything in the end.

No matter how much enthusiasm bursts out, it will eventually be worn away in the face of endless years.

Malthael sometimes couldn't tell whether he persisted until now because he really hadn't given up hope yet or if he simply wanted to have some fun amidst the fatigue and boredom brought about by the years.

Malthael glanced at Bulkesso at this time.

His sight did not see the dark soul stone hidden by the messy hair, but he was looking at this thing.

World Stone...

Maybe destroying the World Stone can bring them closer to the existence of the Creator God?

Destruction is always easier than creation, Malthael's thoughts began to diverge.

He thought of the time when he was just born, of the depressed Inaris he saw at that time, and of Israel who looked a little shocked at having to become an archangel.

I even thought of Tyrell who picked up the Hammer of Judgment at that time, but shook his head and put it down again.

Inarius is wisdom, but he was never born knowing it.

Malthael is indeed the most powerful among the archangels, but he was not so powerful from the beginning.

At that time, it seemed that Inaris was the only one who knew many things, and Tyrael seemed to know everything.

At that time, he could only be said to be a person named wisdom who had just begun to sprout as a seed.

"Bulkasso, I'm looking forward to what you will do after you get everything back."

Malthael said leisurely.

When he said these words, Malthael seemed to have withdrawn all his emotions.

He was in a trance, and this was also the first time Bulcaisel saw Malthael whose thoughts were wandering.

"Maybe I will regret it then, after all, what I am doing now is far different from what I should have done then?

I don’t know what choice I would make when facing the battle of Original Sin, it shouldn’t be a bad decision.”

Bulcasso said with some doubts that Bulcaisuo did not have the confidence to say that he would never regret anything he did.

Bulcaisel has never regarded himself as a perfect existence. He has missed too much and has seen too much.

As for all the sufferings that humans can experience, Bulcaisel has seen most of them even if he has not experienced them personally.

Bulcaisel knew very well that it was impossible for a human being to have no regrets at all.

"Perhaps, I can help you find part of yourself."

Malthael suddenly made a somewhat rash suggestion.

Bulcaisel looked at Malthael, and he didn't feel any malice from Malthael.