The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Malthael looked at Bulcaisso, who had never moved in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency. It was not that Bulcaisuo was forcing him to do something with words or actions, but that the changes in the surrounding environment were constantly reminding him that there was not much he could do.

It's time.

Maybe he wouldn't feel any pressure facing Bulqueso, but after all, it was not a problem that could be solved with just a few words.

die?

This is not much of a threat to Malthael, after all, he has long been accustomed to the change between life and death.

It's just an ordinary thing to go from one end of life to the other end of life.

But Malthael is curious after all, and this curiosity is extremely strong.

He really wants to know what everything will be like in the end, even if it is not under his own control, he still has to see the final outcome.

"I want to keep my own consciousness, the pure consciousness that does not contain any power."

Malthael said.

Of course he understands that his outcome is no longer something he can decide on his own.

Bulkesso might not agree to the conditions he proposed at this time, but if he didn't, there would be no possibility at all.

Bulcasso didn't answer him, didn't even look at him.

Obviously, Bulkesso didn't want anything from him, and naturally he wouldn't use it as a condition of exchange.

"I can help you gain the authority of wisdom without any side effects."

Malthael proposed the benefits he could offer, but they were not very valuable.

The authority of wisdom is indeed powerful, but it may not be of value to Bulcasso at this time.

Bulcasso remained silent, and this attitude was enough for Malthael to understand what Bulcaisso meant.

"As for the will of the core of high-level heaven, maybe it will allow you to solve a problem a little less strenuously."

Malthael continued.

This time, he felt that it was very likely to get a response from Bulcasso, after all, he had already guessed some of Bulcaisuo's plans.

If the angels in the higher heaven may still have a chance to exist, the higher heaven itself will not be allowed to continue to exist.

The existence of high-level heaven is already a problem that stands in front of the Nephalem.

Angels don't matter. After all, angels will not be corrupted until they are captured by the Burning Hell.

Even a guy like Inarius, who has been tortured by demons for countless years, hasn't been corrupted after all?

Mere torture cannot corrupt an angel. Only someone at the level of a demon can do this by forcibly corrupting him.

And doing so would be more detrimental than gain to the demon gods.

"It is impossible for all the angels to be left behind. You know this very well."

Bulcaisel's voice was a little cold, but it still made Malthael feel a little relieved.

Bulkesso is willing to speak, which means that his conditions still have some value.

"You mean the Soul Reaver Legion? They are much more ferocious than other angels, but their beliefs remain the same."

Malthael said seriously.

The Soul Reaver Legion can be said to be the group of angels that most respect Malthael's ideals in the higher heavens.

It's just that they still have some problems more or less.

Angels like Du Tianling are those who have been too persistent in supervising other angels for a long time.

The reason why Jutian Ling turned into that ugly posture is almost the same as that of Du Tianling.

Only the maids of Death are the most different. They are completely on Malthael's side, and they will only recognize Malthael himself.

Therefore, for the Nephalem, the only ones that really need to be eliminated are the Maid of Death. The other Soul Reavers will eventually bow their heads before the authority and status of the Archangel.

"not enough."

Bulcaisu glanced at the horizon before speaking, silently urging Malthael.

It would be best if you could get something from Malthael, but it doesn't hurt to get nothing.

As long as the refining of Malthael is completed, everything after that is just a matter of time.

Bulcaisel is not ignorant of the will of the High Heaven and the Burning Hell, and he definitely does not underestimate them.

The restrictions of these two are indeed powerful for archangels and demons, but they cannot fall on the Nephalem after all.

After all, when the High Heaven and the Burning Hell were first born, not even the nephalem were even a shadow of humanity.

Even if the Nephalem are of the bloodline of angels and demons, they are still a completely new existence after all.

If the High Heaven and the Burning Hell intend to place restrictions on the Nephalem, it will become a pure competition of strength, and the result will be meaningless to the Nephalem.

"I can make you only have to face the Burning Hell with one will."

Malthael finally said something valuable.

However, there is a huge risk in saying this. After all, this is enough for Bulcaisuo to start thinking.

Whether we can get that answer is still a question of probability, but the risk arises like this.

Bulcaisel put on a thinking posture, and Malthael did not dare to disturb him, even in this tight time.

Malthael was a little anxious, but still somewhat confident.

After all, what he wants to get is not excessive at all. He just wants to retain his own consciousness to satisfy his curiosity.

Malthael himself knew that as long as he had the ability to think, he would be a risk to the Nephalem.

It's just that the impact that the consciousness that has lost all power can have is not as huge as the one that is intact.

"Inaris?"

Bulcaisel spit out this name, making Malthael feel the pain in his heart that he had not seen for a long time.

However, Malthael was not too surprised. After all, there were only so many existences related to the will of higher heaven.

Inarius is indeed part of it, but it is not the whole thing after all.

Malthael wanted to say "not completely", but saying so would help Bulcaisso narrow down the scope.

If Bulqueso can get key information just by thinking about it, then the "methods" he knows are of little value.

Malthael felt more and more embarrassed, and he could already feel that his body was melting.

Although he didn't know why such changes didn't bring him pain, when the results were presented, the reasons were sometimes not worth caring about.

Bulcaisel glanced at Malthael, then returned to silence.

This time, the Nephalem were not begging the archangel to come to a certain conclusion. Everything Malthael could give could only be regarded as the icing on the cake.

Bulcaisel looked at Malthael and smiled.

Of course Malthael understood what he meant, so he had no choice but to continue speaking awkwardly amidst the embarrassment.