Dark Savages Come To the United States

In the kingdom of the dead, Tyrael is paying attention to what is happening on the ground together with the death in front of him.

"Death...I mean Ashira, what are your plans?"

Tyrell looked at Death's steadfast expression, and quickly changed his words.

Death quietly looked at everything in front of him, as if he didn't know where to start on this topic.

"If you want to tell a story."

Death said to Tyrael meaningfully.

Tyrael wasn't completely worthless.

There is something in him that cannot be replaced by other existences.

Whether it's the emotional connection with the Archangel of Wisdom Marthael, or the inextricable connection with the barbarians.

Even if he died at the hands of Yserial, he was still the Archangel of Justice recognized by Imprius and Auriel.

No one can deprive him of his existence.

The justice in Rorschach is only born out of the personality of the Archangel of Justice. Rorschach made his own choice and did not become the new Archangel of Justice.

Or that stubborn Izual will change when facing Tyrael.

Death is not stupid, if she was stupid, she would not be the only unscathed existence in that great battle.

"I have a few brothers, not from this side of eternity, but brothers from another world."

Speaking of death, she became like that girl.

He looked nostalgic.

"The Sandman is the one who takes care of me the most, or his actions are just not understood.

And now, I want to bring him back. From the world forbidden by eternity they.

He will understand me, and only he is the only choice to master the power of the dream. "

The words of death are unclear, and even the "story" is not told much.

It's just a simple name.

Tyrell listened quietly, waiting for the next story.

"Konstantin has his items in his hand, and the ruby ​​in the hand of the guy who calls himself Dr. Destiny.

Two objects are enough to awaken a part of my brother's will.

As for Constantine, I have to say that his ability to not be haunted by dreams deserves my special attention.

It's just that he is a mortal after all, and he never thought of going beyond the scope of mortals.

This makes me a little sorry. "

Death said so.

Look dull.

This performance made Tyrell a little nervous.

He couldn't tell where his nervousness came from, but it had already enveloped him.

When the dead appear in front of death, they lose the ability to control themselves.

No matter how powerful he was in life, the dead cannot defy death.

Unless death grants the privilege.

"You want to hear the process of the previous battle? No, I can't tell you. Because you will definitely change our peaceful life.

How can there be justice without bloodshed? "

Death smiled slightly, looking at Tyrell in front of him.

Shown in front of Tyrell with a gesture of ridicule and contempt.

"What's your position?"

Tyrell asked, sweat could already be seen on his forehead.

But no one cares how the dead sweat.

"Stand? What do you think? The balance between life and death? Or world peace?"

With a smile, Death casually opened a picture in front of the two of them.

The above is the situation on Thanos' side.

Burning Angel Ozil's body has been enhanced with a lot of alien technology.

But this is not to make him stronger, but to firmly block Ozil's upper limit of strength.

The moment Tyrell saw Ozil, his pupils dilated.

"Masail!"

He couldn't help calling out the name of the Archangel of Wisdom, and the appearance of Ozil let him know that the time in this world was much shorter.

The thrill of seeing Ozil is even more intense than seeing the Plague King appear in the world.

The Plague King can only show that Barr is still unwilling to be silent, and Ozil is the vanguard of Malsail.

The Soul Reaper is on his way.

Although Tyrell didn't know the purple guy with the fist-shaped chin, he knew Ozil wouldn't be controlled.

The Burning Angel has never been mastered.

In addition to bringing fire and cooked food, he also brought uncontrollable disaster.

Although Thanos is not weak, it is not enough to make Ozil bow his head!

"That guy, you should probably remember his name, Thanos the World-Destroying Titan.

He also has a younger brother, but now he doesn't remember it at all. "

Death looked at Thanos' somewhat excited expression, but he was not happy.

This guy has died several times.

But every time he rampages like a reckless wild boar, such a Thanos makes death a little distressed.

A obsessive love?

That is a helpless burden and boredom.

"He's always on the path of destruction, sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he fails.

But he will always be on this road. I think he can replace the guy who annihilated. After all, this kind of thing can be done as long as there is no conscience or indifference.

Thanos must at least have some brains to be annihilated. "

Death spoke softly.

Tyrell wasn't feeling well.

"Is your inability to fight a disguise?"

He still asked out, staring at death with a pair of eyes.

"No, I'm really not good at fighting. Whether it's me in this world or me in the world that was swallowed. Fighting is too boring.

What is the purpose of fighting? Worst of all brings death, and I am death, so I have no point in fighting. "

Death said so.

One picture becomes two.

One is the situation on Thanos' side, and the other is the battle situation on the King of Plague's side.

The battle on the Plague King's side became more and more fierce. The poison and damage made this place unsuitable for humans to appear within a few decades.

All the people present seemed to be seriously injured.

"That arm is a creation of destruction, funny. It reminds me of a guy who's always hungry, but no one ever wants him to be full."

Talking about irrelevant topics in death, he slowly sat on his throne and curled up.

Like an ordinary lazy little girl.

"You want to warn me?"

Tyrell looked at the death in front of him and said.

Their understanding of the world is still too superficial.

Perhaps the only person who has really dealt with them is the death in front of him.

And that timid look made them take this death too lightly.

"Counting me, there are only five strongest people in the world.

Death, eternity, infinity, and annihilation, as well as the life court standing on the opposite side.

Guess who is the guy who really has the same ideals as you and you? "

Death smiled, as though Tyrael's embarrassment made her feel amused.

"I guess life court."

Tyrell answered the question of death casually, his expression unchanged.

"It's my brother, the Sandman."

Death spoke a name that was not on the list.

They are a total of seven children, and the order from childhood to childhood is "fate", "death", "sleep", "destruction", "desire", "despair", and "joy".

Among them, "desire" and "despair" are twins, and "joy" is renamed "delirium".

Death has more insight than Tyrael could have imagined.

Destiny is never simple.

Especially Tyrael knew a brother named Inarius, powerful but always hidden.

Sandman is an insult.

He should be called the Lord of Dreams.

But the Sandman has become his most famous name instead.

Witnessed the world's first tragedy and nightmare of Abel and Cain, and summoned the three goddesses of fate to inquire about the whereabouts of the treasure.

It's just that the process of reshaping the dream was not successful, and the two worlds began to compete with each other.

The Sandman is gone, but fortunately his treasure is still there.

And escaped their sight for eternity.

The only person who knew this was dead, and maybe there were some guys who survived the battle.

But those guys dare not speak out.

Because they are only one of those mortal beings whose memory has been washed away only because of the mercy of death.

Survivors fear death because they cannot escape its grasp.

As for the other brothers, Death didn't intend to say anything more.

"The guys who hurt the Sandman have one thing in common, that is, they are always awake. What do you think of this punishment?"

Death said casually.

Then he yawned.

Being rejected by the dream means that the spirit is tense.

That is not the sleepless wakefulness maintained by short and broken sleep, but the pain of surviving mental torment all the time.

Death will not redeem them.

Nick Fury, for example, is always everywhere.

Nick Fury knew the "sandbag" because it was he who took the treasure that caused the Sandman to be transformed into the demon monarch "Nightmare" originator.

Nick Fury is too good, intervening in the war of the gods as a mortal can still play a good role.

This record alone is enough for him to be complacent.

It's just that when the punishment and curse fell on his head, no one would stand up and speak for him.

Most of the beings who know what he paid for have already changed their lives.

The other survivors won't stroke the tiger's beard for Nick Fury!

"Very cruel, but what are you going to do through me? Wake up your brother?"

Tyrell said so, and then sat directly on the ground.

The personality was handed over to Rorschach by him, and the power was taken away by Yzorrael. He can't do anything now.

Like a mascot.

At this time, he seemed to be unable to do anything except not to worry.

The identity of the listener is not unfamiliar to Tyrell.

"I want you to pay the barbarian for me as part of the exchange for the power of the dream."

As Death said this, there was a slight snoring sound in her mouth, she was sleepy.

The sleepy look is kind of cute.

"why me?"

As soon as Tyrell said that, he knew he had done something stupid.

Why him? Of course it's because he's the weakest now.

There is no choice.

He cannot escape the grip of death.

Because he died in this world.

Even if Malthael came into this world with a death, he could not take Tyrael's soul from the death who called himself Ashira.

Tyrael was relieved that Death didn't answer Tyrael's stupid question.

If the embarrassment is only for a moment, then it's okay.

The Plague King on the screen was finally completely furious.

Baal's constant dominance of him gave him something of a child's rebellion.

Being controlled and unable to fight with all his strength, the Plague King has nowhere to vent his desire for destruction.

The poisonous mist began to spread little by little, breaking through the blockade that Loki tried his best.

And Dr. Doom, who was constantly told by Barr to release some water, became the first victim of the plague king's wrath!

Teleport, smash!

No mercy!

The moment the Plague King appeared behind Dr. Doom, the giant arm had already landed on top of Dr. Doom's head.

The whole movement was so quick that there was no time for people to react.

Maybe Mocott can react, but Rumlow is so weak that even the contact with him has become intermittent.

No one can save Dr. Doom's life from the plague king, except himself!

And Midnight who keeps trying to master Dr. Doom's body!

There was a sound like breaking a watermelon!

Dr. Doom fell limply to the ground.

Every bone in the body was broken in the huge impact, and this kind of injury is enough to be fatal.

But Dr. Doom's will is extraordinarily sober at this time!

The Plague King withdrew a little bit of strength at the last moment. After all, the rebellious child did not dare to put his father's will behind his head.

But Midnight's soul completely controlled Dr. Doom's body at that moment, and under this blow, it turned into soul fragments to nourish Dr. Doom himself!

Thanks to the "great and selfless" Midnight who took the blow of the plague king's anger on behalf of Dr. Doom!

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