Chapter 804: Grim Reaper

After fifteen years of training.
Vivienne is now quite a bit of a female man's style.
Moreover, during these fifteen years, Li Jun successively informed the second daughter of his secrets.
Nalia and Vivian had never thought that beyond the dark world, there were more boundless worlds.
"Big brother, I think this angel doesn't want to cooperate with us. It's better to beat him up, then use the soul search technique, and he will know everything." Vivian whispered.
Li Jun laughed dumbly.
The more you look at Vivienne, the more you look like a little witch, and if you don't agree, you have to do it.
However, Tyrael did not give face, all his thoughts were on Nefalem.
"Forget it, let's go. Wait for Mather to show up," Li Jun said, turning and leaving the cathedral.
The news has already been released. Marcel is determined to get the soul stone. Even though Tyrael is tight-lipped, it is not difficult for Li Jun to know Marcel's position.
Five days later.
"Resurrected! The dead in the cemetery are resurrected!"
"Run! The dead man is coming!"
"Help!"
"mom……"
There was no sign of death, and Wesmachu fell into chaos instantly.
The dead bodies that were originally buried in the cemetery were resurrected and rushed into Wesmaqu, chasing the residents of the city on the streets.
The corpses are everywhere!
咚咚咚...
The outskirts of Wesmach.
Thousands of soul-reavers, stepping in order, walked towards Weismachu.
The momentum is pressing.
The death maid followed behind the Soul Reaper, leading a tide of zombies army, and at the same time began to attack Vesmachu.
The coming of Marcel is extremely high-profile.
The forces that led the Chaos World directly descended on Weismachu.
The soul refining formations were established in the cemetery outside the city, and countless corpses were moved by the soul-removers and thrown into the soul refining formation.
Screams, wailing, crying, complaining...
All kinds of sounds intertwined in the city, and the shadow of death completely enveloped Wesmachu at this moment.
at the same time.
Wesmach, the cathedral.
Horadim clung to the soul stone and looked nervously at the tomb door.
Marcel's army has arrived.
As the Chaos Realm capable of contending with heaven and hell, Marcel possessed Tyrael's unmatched power.
In the shadow of death, Horadim, who was holding the soul stone, seemed to be able to hear the screams of countless city residents in Wesmaqu.
"Tyril, is it really safe here?" Horadim asked with an uneasy expression on his face.
"Don't worry, Nephalem and I are here to protect you. Even if Marcel attacks, it is impossible to take the Soul Stone!" Tyrael said with a serious face while holding the sword of the archangel tightly.
"Even the lord surrendered under our roar, how dare a Marsel appear in front of us?" The young Nephalem stood in front of Khradim, protecting the soul stone.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
The blue death breath suddenly rose from the ground and filled the tomb.
The whole tomb suddenly became gloomy.
"Tyreil, young Nephalem, and...Hradim..." A dark voice sounded behind Horadim.
The three immediately turned around.
Wearing a black robe and hood, Massel stood calmly behind the three of them, covered in death.
"Soul Stone..." Massel's gaze fell on the soul stone in Horadim's arms.
This stone has caused the greed of countless angels and demons.
Started the eternal war, the flame of war, from the world, has spread to the highest heaven.
"This is the source of all evil... Must, destroy it!" Marcel said coldly, "Give me the Soul Stone."
Tyrael slowly shook his head and said, "Mather, my former brother, I can't give you the soul stone."
Wow...
Marcel put his hands in his arms and yanked out abruptly, a pair of blue-lighted death scythes were pulled out by Marcel.
puff……
Masel said nothing, the Death Scythe was directly pierced into Horadim's chest.
In the presence of Tyrael and Horadim!
No warning!
Before he could even react, Horadim died in Massel's hands.
"Mather!" Nefalem's eyes were cracked and he roared wildly, and rushed towards Mather.
Hum!
Mather's body suddenly turned into a mist and passed through Nephalem's body.
The latter flew into the air, staggered, and fell into the coffin.
"Tyrell, all disputes in the world originate from good and evil. Without good and evil, the world will be peaceful. You are my former brother. You should understand me and support me!" Marcel was cold and cold 'S voice rang in Tyrael's ears.
Tyrael drew out the angel's sword, and with a boom, two golden wings of light condensed behind his back.
"Mather, the soul stone cannot be given to you. Your plan is just to make more people lose their lives."
"Well, in that case, Tyrael, then I'm not welcome!"
boom!
As soon as the voice fell, Marcel directly raised his hand, and on the death sickle, a blue death breath suddenly appeared and blasted towards Tyrael.
The power of fear immediately swept towards Tyrael!
The pressure was like a mountain, suppressing Tyrael, making it impossible to move at all.
Marcel's power has long since been elevated to an unimaginable level in the Chaos World, even if it is Tyrael, it is not Marcel's opponent at all.
Bang!
Suddenly, Massel's arm shook, and the coercion rose again, and Tyrael's body, like a short kite, was blown away by death on the spot.
Puff!
A mouthful of blood came out of Tyrael's mouth.
Seeing this scene, Marcel sneered, turned around and held up the soul stone.
"Mather, put down the soul stone!" Tyrael shouted.
How would Mather pay any attention to him?
Picking up the soul stone, he planned to leave.
At this moment!
A crack with golden glow suddenly appeared above the tomb!
Buzzing...
The ear-piercing buzzing echoed in the tomb, and the crack suddenly enlarged, forming a giant gate.
One man and two women, three people, walked out slowly from behind Kinmen.
It is the three of Li Jun!
"It's you again?" When Massel saw Li Jun, his face suddenly sank.
These four people seem to have seen them a long time ago.
Seeing Li Jun and Lia Vivian appear, Marcel was not surprised at all.
"What kind of birthless mother is here again?"
"Sorry, this time, we are not here for the birthless mother, but the soul stone in your hand." Li Jun replied.
"Soul stone..." Marcel stared at the soul stone in his hand.
suddenly!
Marcel squeezed the death sickle and rushed towards Li Jun!
The life was raging, shaking wildly in the tomb.
Li Jun stared at Massel blankly and said, "Marcel, do you really think you can keep the soul stone?"