"To be honest, when I disappeared into Malthael's hands, I thought he would directly destroy my soul.

As a result, I didn't expect that that guy actually released all the Nephalem souls."

Natsubo said while chewing the dried meat.

It was somewhat difficult for him to understand the choice Malthael made.

Although Natsubo is the kind of person who lives a very transparent life, he cannot see through the soul essence of an archangel.

"Malthael had a great dream, and he started out just like Tyrael.

It's just two good friends taking different paths.

Who can say who is wrong?

If they didn't kill humans, I think it would just be a matter of position between them and us."

Bulkesso curled his lips.

Hatred has been born, so this is not an issue that can be explained by different stances.

Bulkatho will take action directly when he sees Malthael and use all his means to kill this enemy.

As for Tyrael... no one knows where he is now.

However, the status of "dead" has been determined.

The only question is whether the other archangels have thought of saving Tyrael's soul.

One... who surrendered both his justice and the authority of the Archangel, leaving only the soul named Tyrell.

"Tell me about the current situation.

You're not sure where Diavolo is?

Are you talking about the Diavolo who occupies Leia's body, or the Diavolo who truly represents the power of fear?"

Vera glanced sideways at Bulcasso.

"Both."

Bulcasso's face didn't look good when he said this.

These three old guys have all thought about Diavolo's identity.

And came up with almost unanimous answers.

Diavolo is probably not the original fear demon.

As for the question of who the original Dread Demon became, they never got the answer.

To what extent the power of the Great Demon God can be reached, Bulcaisuo had an estimate in his mind.

But when I was in the high-level heaven, my brother Diavolo, the great demon god, only showed the power of fear.

This matter has concerned Bulkesso for a long time.

After all, the Great Demon God is also half the Creator God.

How could they just appear to be much stronger than Imprius and the others, but not be able to use the level of authority of a creation god?

Bulcaisel blocked the existence of his own fear, so he had the upper hand when facing the great devil.

If the Great Demon God at that time had used other powers, he would not have failed so miserably...

"do not worry about it.

But do you plan to bring back Karashim?

He's a good guy, if you don't count the Vandaloni in his soul."

Natsubo patted Bulkeso on the shoulder.

The skinny hands fell on the bulging muscles covered with scars, which looked a little awkward.

"I tried.

But both Karasim and Vandaloni rejected me.

They said their lives had come to an end, so they left everything to Craig.

He also told me to tell you that you can treat Craig as him."

The corners of Bulkesso's mouth twitched when he said this.

Karasim put it simply.

How could this kind of thing be solved as he said?

Think of Craig as Karashim?

Stop making trouble, who among the three old guys present doesn’t know what the reincarnation of a monk is?

That is not rebirth, it is simply handing over experience and accumulated "wisdom" to a brand new individual.

Even if you can see the shadow of the past in the newly born monk, it can only be a shadow.

"The ridiculously stubborn Karashim, cheers to Karashim who brings his story to an end!"

Nazbo held the pottery bowl in his hand high, the wine was swaying in the bowl, and it was about to spill out.

"cheers!"

"For the foolish and wise Krashim!"

Bulcasso and Vera raised the pottery bowls together and bumped them together heavily.

The wine in the three pottery bowls splashed with force, and then an exchange of wine in the three pottery bowls was completed.

Some things are like this wine and don't need to be distinguished clearly.

"Three excellent Nephalem.

Are you Bulcasso? Then you are Vera and Nazebo?

May all gods protect you."

The voice of sky goddess Yin Na suddenly sounded on the crystal dome.

"I didn't prepare a fourth pottery bowl."

Bulqueso's eyelids twitched.

His eyes became a little dangerous.

No one likes to have a few extra people suddenly show up when gathering with friends.

Especially since this guy looks so condescending!

Vera and Nazebo may not care about the "protection of all gods" mentioned by Yin Na.

But Bulcasso will care!

For it has always been the savages who have called upon Bulcasso's name to seek refuge.

The gods who emerged at this time want to protect the immortal king of the barbarians?

This is already considered a provocation.

"My name is Yin Na. I appeared here because I heard you talking about Karasim and Vandaloni."

Yin Na's body is filled with a clean breath.

The sky is always clear and spotless.

The dust in the world can only obscure human sight. In fact, dust cannot contaminate Yin Na's body.

"Sky?"

Bulcasso casually revealed Yin Na's authority.

Then he withdrew his gaze.

Bulcasso doesn't like guys like Yin Na. Who in this world should be superior?

"Naturally?" Yin Na looked at Bulcasso before continuing: "It seems that there are also the powers of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell and several archangels?"

"It's none of your business!"

Burcasso's anger flickered.

Natsubo, who was arm-in-arm with him, suddenly took back his burned hand.

"Although there is a slight age difference between us, we can still be considered a generation.

Then, Lord God of the Sky, if you plan to find a barbarian who can talk to you.

Then I suggest you go find Kanai? Or Warusk?

How about Orak?”

Natsubo said a series of names.

He hasn't had time to hear what happened to these guys...
To be continued...