The heavy blade on Bulcaisel's waist sneered at him.

"Bulkess, I felt something was wrong when this name appeared for the second time.

You were prepared to face me who has mastered the power of death from the beginning, right?"

Malthael asked the question in a declarative tone, and he was already certain of the answer to this question.

"It's a pity that Warusk is not here now, otherwise he might have a few more words with you.

After all, this is the decoration he is most proud of. You don’t think he really challenged death out of stupidity or other reasons, do you?”

Since the first generation ancestors were laughing.

The decisive battle is approaching!

Saying some things won't change anything!

Because everything has been determined and the arrangements have taken effect!

"You shouldn't know what decision I made in the end, so it was Inaris?"

Malthael asked softly.

There are indeed beings among the Nephalem who can predict the future, such as the barbarian prophets.

Or maybe it's the witch doctors who deal with souls, and even the Horadrim wizards have tried prophecies.

But these glimpses of the future can only point to the fate of Inaris in the end!

"Inarius always loved his children."

Natsubo's voice came from Bulkesso's side.

Now that the communication has reached this level, there is no point in hiding anymore.

"I'm not surprised, it's just that I think he is really crazy."

Malthael remained unhurried, as if there was nothing surprising about what was constantly being revealed.

"When did he become crazy? When he was tortured by the burning hell?

Or when he firmly believed but received no response from any archangel?

Or is it when he discovers that his children have finally taken a different path?"

Bulcasso asked as if he were joking.

"It was when he first decided to resist fate."

Malthael gave another answer!

"The first born angel was supposed to be the incarnation of destiny.

Although he gave up his identity as an archangel, he could not separate his destiny from himself.

If he had not chosen to give up his identity as an archangel at the beginning, then he would not be in such hardship."

Malthael said quietly.

"The identity of the archangel is actually a shackle, right?"

Bulcasso asked expressionlessly.

"Of course!"

Malthael smiled.

"Tyriel's justice cannot be enforced because he is an archangel, right?"

Bulqueso continued to ask.

"Of course."

Malthael still answered without hesitation.

"So Tyrael tried to give up his identity as an archangel, but you never succeeded."

Li Min lowered his eyes when he said these words.

"Of course."

Malthael still answered frankly.

"So where is the judgment?"

Nazebo's soul asked.

"Judgment is the human heart."

Bulcaisel smiled.

He took out a jar of wine and took a swig, then threw it to Malthael.

“Have you ever seen a human being unable to pick up the hammer of judgment that the Archangel of Justice cannot use?

Unless the body is weak, Judgment Hammer will not reject anyone!"

Bulcasso said and burst out laughing!

"You are not as good as Tyrell after all!"

Li Min pointed at Malthael and said these words, and then laughed too!

"Can you tell me what I missed?"

Malthael asked with burning eyes.

"Rorschach."

Clark spat out the name.

"You were sure from the beginning that Tyrael would choose him?"

Malthael looked at Bulcasso and asked as if he suddenly woke up.

"Of course not, just because he is always a mortal."

At this time, it was Bulcaisso's turn to speak with calm eyes and a bit of joy.

"Tyriel is an archangel, but he doesn't want to be an archangel.

He has been a hero and a guide, but he has never been a prophet."

Li Min said meaningfully.

"He made a mistake and became an executioner, a sinner in the eyes of the barbarians.

But he was the one who really tried."

There was also joy in Natsubo's tone.

"He trusts mortals?"

Malthael asked with a bit of disbelief.

"No, he doesn't believe it." Bulcasso sneered: "But he understands that there is no perfection in the world."

"Archangels are not perfect, and neither are demons. Are humans perfect?"

Malthael seemed a little shaken.

"Nonsense, where does perfection come from?"

Bulcaisel pointed to the wine jar held by Malthael.

"Is victory perfect?"

Clark felt his head was a little confused.

"At least Malthael isn't perfect."

Bizarro floated to Clark's side and patted Clark on the shoulder.

"Then who can win?"

Clark looked at the horizon.

In a short period of time, Clark experienced too much.

"It doesn't matter who wins, we will still live the way we want."

Bizarro was very open-minded.

When responsibility falls on you, as long as you don't choose to escape, you can do whatever you want.

"Words alone cannot convince me."

Malthael's eyes flickered.

He didn't waver, he just wanted to know what his actions would look like in the eyes of others.

"Inaris can't convince you, Rasma clearly showed it to you."

The knife on Bulcaisel's waist yelled at Malthael in a questioning tone.
Chapter completed!