The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Galactus is still on the periphery of the earth at this time, and his mind is now in chaos.

This was one of the rare times when he didn't lose his mind due to hunger, but because of the calculations of the Archangel and the Demon King of Hell, he was no different from a fool at this time.

Even because he didn't feel hungry, his instinct to find food disappeared.

Galactus like this is completely disabled and has lost the ability to help himself.

The Archangel of Wisdom, Massayir, and Tyrael are currently observing the situation of Galactus.

To be honest, the two of them definitely have bad intentions.

"Massa Yin'er, what are you going to do with this guy?" Tyrell was a little confused.

He didn't know the special characteristics of Galactus, although he could intuitively feel the powerful power of Galactus.

But for a guy whose own will was in chaos and didn't even know how to act, Tyrell really couldn't imagine what this guy could do.

"Using it to do things that are inconvenient for us is certainly not a bad thing in your opinion.

If I were planning to do something like that, I wouldn't be able to let you know."

Massa Yin'er behaved very calmly, and his grand ambition seemed a bit out of tune with this world.

"Do you think you will do anything good?" Tyrell teased.

"I thought you wanted the Nephalem to stop me because I wanted to kill the Nephalem indiscriminately. But now, the connection between humans and demons in this world is not that close.

, even if they are corrupted, they do not possess such terrifying power."

Masayil just looked at Tyrell calmly. He had many things to say to his most powerful brother.

But he also knew that if he said many things, Tyrell would stop him.

Tyrael is righteous, which has nothing to do with whether he is an Archangel of Justice.

He can do everything he can for the sake of justice. This is the reason why he chose justice and authority.

Tyrael is special because he chose authority, not authority chose him.

For this reason, all the archangels have doubted more than once whether Tyrell is the will of the higher heaven itself.

"I don't know how you came to this conclusion. How much power you can have after being corrupted into a demon does not depend on how much power he had before.

Of course, there is some relationship to this, but it still depends on how corrupt their hearts are."

What Tyrell said was not clear, and even made some sense.

But Masayir understood what his brother wanted to express to him, and it was nothing more than a matter of kindness.

"It seems that you are not completely immune to the influence of authority, Tyrael."

Masa Yin'er turned his head and no longer looked at his brother.

They were once best friends and two archangels who were inseparable.

Justice needs to be guided by wisdom, which is also the truth that Tyrael and Malsayir once recognized and used as a guideline.

"Okay, maybe I will become a little bit mother-in-law during this period, but you know, I will recover soon. Just like we used to be." Tyrell said softly.

"Soon? That's the time scale in our eyes, but for now, that period of time is long enough." Massa Yin'er sighed.

"I'm going to put this guy on Earth as the enemy of everyone on this planet.

I think you can probably tell that this guy's aura of Impris has not completely dissipated.

He will be the enemy of the High Heaven, and of course the enemy of the Burning Hell.

Whether we gain the faith of humans on this planet, or whether our reputation completely falls into the dust, it all depends on how far you can go."

Massayin'er said somewhat irresponsibly.

"Wait, you mean you had already plotted against this guy before I got all the power I have now? According to your original plan, who was going to take care of this big guy?" Tyrell was a little surprised.

I didn't say anything before, but then suddenly a big situation like this happened.

This is extremely outrageous and strange.

"The original plan? Oh, I forgot that your understanding of me was still in the days of Sanctuary.

Well, if you don't come back like now, then I will be the one to take action. Of course, it is the Archangel of Death, Massa Yin'er, not the Archangel of Wisdom."

Massa Yin'er chuckled, making what he said look like a bad joke.

But Tyrael knew that Malsayil rarely joked.

Every time he speaks, there is a purpose or value.

"You need to show the horror of death? I don't understand! Maybe the living will hate death because they are in love with life.

But you and I both understand that death is what gives life its value."

Tyrell seemed to be planning to argue with Malsayir, but all he could think of was this level of reasons.

"Of course, we all know it, but not everyone knows it.

Although human faith is of no value to the higher heaven, noble souls will fill the somewhat empty higher heaven.

So Tyrell, tell me. Do you think it is more likely that noble souls will be born under our guidance? Or will more noble souls be born naturally?"

Massayin'er didn't look back, he was still carefully looking at Swallowing Star in front of him, who was in a daze.

Galactus's lack of action so far did not exceed Massay's expectations.

The energy given to Galactus by the Prius prevents him from feeling hungry, but this will eventually end.

The energy will be digested by Galactus, and it won't be long before Galactus turns into the starving and increasingly crazy being.

When the time comes, Galactus will naturally attack the nearest planet in front of it!

This is the result that the archangel needs. As for what the demon kings of hell need from Galactus, Masayil doesn't care.

Is it nothing more than the madness of hunger?

Emotions such as greed or rage.

When all the will of a being is dominated by these negative emotions, it is the opportunity to drag them into the burning hell.

The Burning Hell requires the essence of this world, which is consistent with the higher heavens.

"Massa Yin'er, the Burning Hell is at its weakest right now. It's a bit strange that we didn't directly try to purify the Burning Hell."

Tyrell said.

"Of course, what I need is not a entangled burning hell, although I don't think the years in Sanctuary were so beautiful.

But one thing you and I have to admit is that in that case, humans will rely on our existence.

This is indeed despicable, but as an archangel, why should I consider everything for mankind?"

Massa Yin'er's voice already contained a smile.

He didn't do anything wrong. If he just considered and acted from his own standpoint, there is really no way to accuse him.

At least not Tyrael, who is also an archangel!

"I think there are better ways to deal with these things. Life is equal and free will is equal."

Tyrael once again tried to persuade Malsayir, although he also knew that there might be no value in doing so.

"Ha, is this why you detonated the World Stone?

It took Ynareth countless years before the Nephalem were weak enough to need our help.

But your actions made the Nephalem regain their strength, and also made those barbarians who could have been exploited become hostile to us."

Malsayir was scornful of what Tyrael had done.

"Wisdom leads to justice, but you have never been the kind of honest and obedient guy. Could it be that the direction I pointed out to you was wrong?"

Masa Yin'er turned his head slightly, but immediately turned around again.

Obviously, Malsayil did not have any complaints against Tyrael.

This is normal. The longer we spend time together, the more obvious our differences will become.

Either you turn a blind eye to it and gradually get used to it, or there is a conflict.

Most of the archangels chose the former, but the contradiction still existed, but it did not affect their judgment.

In other words, they have long been accustomed to ignoring this difference.

"I thought I would never hear that argument again."

Tyrell shook his head, and then slowly took off his beloved sword from his waist.

"The Glory of the Holy Feather, whenever I see this sword, I always find it beautiful.

Tyrael, are you ready for battle?"

Masa Yin'er smiled.

He knew Tyrael had made his decision.

"Since wisdom has not missed me, it is not a bad thing for me to follow wisdom's guidance a little. Wisdom should be able to tell death where to go."

Tyrell said meaningfully.

"Counting the time, he is going to be hungry. Do you want to wait here and experience his power as soon as he starts to move?"

Massayin'er's smile became a little more relaxed, and this was a smile that truly came from the heart.

"That's no need. I just need to be on guard and don't let this guy escape your plan at the critical moment."

Tyrell said.

"Who can guarantee success? No matter how beautiful the vision is, it is not inevitable. Plans will always encounter saboteurs.

All I can do is actually tell you which direction is the best choice.

As for how to go and what difficulties we may encounter on the way, I can only overcome them together with you."

Masa Yin'er said slowly.

He took out a quill pen and a parchment in his hand, which are the things that the Archangel of Wisdom always keeps by his side.

As for the Reaper of Souls? That is the weapon of the Archangel of Death. Even when the Archangel of Death uses the Reaper of Souls, it feels a little unfamiliar.

"Do you think there is a demon god who is paying attention to us now?"

Tyrell made a joke that wasn't very funny.

"If anything, it just means we have no chance of beating them.

Or do you want to relive the feeling of us being one?

I'm ready, even split in two, but how do you convince Imprius and Auriel?"

Masa Yin'er responded seriously, this is his attitude towards jokes.

Serious, although not serious, but also not much fun.

"Perhaps Auriel and Imprius are actually mentally prepared. As long as it's not during this time, they will be fine."

Tyrell said, his originally dark pupils were filled with a grayish aura, and the power of death had spread all over his body.

"I really don't want to see that moment happen, especially since there cannot be no wisdom among the supreme angels.

But I actually don’t want to exist as the Archangel of Death at all.”

Masa Yin'er sighed.

"Perhaps we are all just too worried, the Nephalem are trustworthy.

Although they also need to be careful, their mortal hearts are always fickle."

Tyrell shook his head.

Archangels trust the Nephalem because countless heroes have been born among the Nephalem.

But the archangels are also wary of the nephalem, because it is not an uncommon story for the nephalem to set foot in the Burning Hell and blend into it.

The story of a dragon slayer eventually becoming a dragon is all too common in Sanctuary.

“A greedy person doesn’t necessarily become a devil, right?

An irritable person may not necessarily become a demon, and even a person who likes fighting and loving the battlefield may not necessarily become a demon.

On the contrary, those who believe in glory and offer their own beliefs and beautiful visions are the most susceptible to corruption.

Tyrell, why do you think this is?"

Malsayir was talking about those Nephalem.

Greed? It’s part of human nature.

Being irritable and bellicose are human characteristics and preferences.

These are not the things that determine whether a Nephalem will be corrupted or not.

"Because they discovered that the light of hope can only illuminate the place in front of them, while the place a little further away is still dark."

Tyrell felt a little sad.

Among those Templars and Paladins, countless former heroes have become demons.

It's not that they can't see hope, on the contrary, they can see the light of hope above their heads at any time.

But those who are under the light can only see darkness when they look around.

"Then why are there no corruptors among the Crusaders?"

Masa Yin'er asked.

"Because the Crusaders are always in darkness, and the light illuminates only where they come from. They are always stumbling in the mud."

Tyrell said hesitantly.

"Then the Crusaders are the only ones stumbling out of the darkness?"

The corners of Massayin'er's mouth raised.

"Including us, all existence is in darkness. It's just that some people regard a weak firefly as all the light."

Tyrell sighed heavily.

Their world has never been beautiful, because no beautiful world would ever crown war.

"There is no right or wrong, just to live and live better.

Those corrupt humans are actually just the way Fang Yu lives at the moment. They may have been shaken and think that the way of living in the burning hell is better.

That's why I plan to grant death to all Nephalem.

When life ends, the value has been determined, doesn’t this count as kindness on my part?”

Masa Yin'er asked softly.

"Your mercy belongs only to you. Obviously the Nephalem are unwilling to accept this mercy because this is not their own decision."

Tyrell forced a smile.

“When decisions made by wisdom are no longer correct, then who can make the correct decision?

Is it justice? Or hope? Or courage?

It can’t be about balance and destiny, right?”

Massa Yin'er's voice was sarcastic, and he didn't mean any guilt!