$204 Justice and Destiny (6,000)

"I think you may have to leave a few targets for those recruits, otherwise their existence will be difficult to realize the due value."

Ancient One pointed in the direction of Kingpin. Although there was no figure of that guy in the alternate dimension, Bulkaso understood what Ancient One meant.

It was just some words to leave enemies for those recruits to try to make Bulkaso let go of Kingpin, the villain in front of him.

"We are not short of battles, as for value? That is a meaningless statement."

Bulkaso comforted the killer monkey on his shoulder and said to Ancient One.

He didn't intend to comment on the rules and the like, and it would be refreshing to solve the evil in front of him directly.

Value is something that will be emphasized in the group. For the barbarians, it's up to them to be whatever they want.

As long as it doesn't violate justice, who cares what you do.

Is it to realize "value" or to be a salted fish? No one cares, as long as it doesn't cause trouble to others, it doesn't matter.

Bulkaso will not turn a blind eye to evil.

"Maybe Rumlow and the others won't think so. You shouldn't make decisions for others."

Ancient One took out half a bottle of liquor from his sleeve and handed it to Bul-Kathos.

"I'm just implementing my idea. It's best if that guy dies."

Bul-Kathos looked at Ancient One with his hands on his chest and refused the half bottle of liquor.

King Bing really deserved to die, but it didn't matter if he gave Ancient One some time to convince him.

There are always extra treatments between friends.

Bul-Kathos's blond hair fluttered, and he looked on the verge of anger.

The killer monkey climbed on his shoulder and looked at Ancient One cautiously.

The little monkey felt threatened.

"It looks like you're going to wait for me to convince you? I won't do that. It's meaningless."

Ancient One put half a bottle of liquor back into his sleeve and said easily.

Convincing Bul-Kathos?

That's not a simple thing. After all, King Bing himself doesn't have much to forgive.

It's only natural that the guy was killed directly.

Ancient One just doesn't want the whole world to discuss that Kingpin died at the hands of a two-meter-tall strong man.

That might cause some panic. Although the existence of extraordinary humans is not a secret, it is not to the point where it will be talked about casually.

"Then you go back first, I will solve the problem soon."

Bul-Kathos put down his arm and walked in the direction where Kingpin was before.

As he moved, Ancient One's space was shattering little by little, making a sound of glass being overwhelmed.

Bul-Kathos was trying to release as much power as possible to just solve this space without causing any unmanageable consequences.

The power beyond the limit will destroy the outside environment together, and the situation will become troublesome.

"Then do you plan to kill him in public?"

"I won't cause a commotion, let alone panic."

Bul-Kathos's answer was not very good, and his voice sounded a little irritable.

Although he was used to solving crimes in a straightforward way, he would not let ordinary people have unnecessary fear.

Fear is not a good memory for Bul-Kathos.

This emotion means that Diablo is getting stronger again. Negative emotions will help the seven devils of hell, so Bul-Kathos is very careful about this.

Diablo, who represents fear itself, has brought too many bad memories to the shelter, and Bul-Kathos can't forget it even if he wants to.

Gold is just a problem that can be solved with a "small" stone.

As long as the city is swept away quickly in time, there will be no sequelae.

Bul-Kathos can still do this.

Bul-Kathos doesn't know whether someone will become the new underworld order in the future, but Bul-Kathos can guarantee that the problem in front of him is not a problem.

"Huh!?"

Bul-Kathos suddenly stopped and took out the huge Hammer of Judgment from his backpack with some thoughts.

A whole light blue halo is flashing on the hammer.

This is a weapon that the Archangel of Justice Tyrael has never used, but it cannot be denied that the Hammer of Judgment still hosts Tyrael's power.

The abnormal movement on the Hammer of Judgment made Bul-Kathos have a new discovery.

"What's wrong?"

Ancient One was gradually taking back the space, but she stopped when Bulkaso made some strange moves.

In any case, it was a relief that Bulkaso stopped moving.

"Send that little guy in, I have a problem."

Bulkaso pointed to the crack in the space in front of him and pointed to the homeless man holding a wooden sign outside.

His frown made his expression look bad.

"As you wish."

Ancient One shrugged her shoulders, and her space expanded again to pull the short homeless man in a windbreaker in.

Then she began to pay attention to Bulkaso again, after all, every move of Bulkaso was worth paying attention to.

"What is this!?"

A cry of surprise came from the guy's mouth.

The homeless man's body was trembling, no different from an ordinary person who saw a supernatural time.

There was nothing wrong with the flustered and weak body movements.

"Okay, put away your disguise, that's boring."

Bul-Kathos saw at a glance that the little man was ready for a fight, and planned to skip the boring probing stage.

An ordinary human being, even if there was any conspiracy, could not hurt Bul-Kathos.

What he was looking for was the clear and discernible breath from Tyrael!

Not long after discovering the breath of Auriel, he felt the breath of his old friend again.

This was good news, although this breath was more like a seed and did not host Tyrael's consciousness.

"How do you know I'm Rorschach? My identity is a secret."

Rorschach put down the wooden sign in his hand, put away the pretended trembling, and took a fighting stance.

He thought his identity had been exposed, so he asked directly.

Faced with superpowers, Rorschach had no intention of retreating.

Rorschach, whose real name is Kotkovax. A guy who is not tall and does not have extraordinary power.

He also has obvious violent tendencies and has no tolerance for the evil he sees.

And he is particularly stubborn.

"Who cares who you are? I only care about Tyrael's power."

Bulkeso put the Hammer of Judgment on the ground and waved Rorschach to come over.

Bulkeso admired the pure aura of this little man, but now was not the time to express his appreciation.

It was a very happy thing that Tyrael's power appeared here.

The power of the Archangel of Justice appeared, so it shouldn't take long to find Tyrael himself.

Bulkeso had a lot to talk to his old friend about.

Especially about Malthael, Bulkeso needed to know more about Malthael.

"Hmm? An accident?"

Ancient One walked to Bulkeso's side and looked at Rorschach in front of him.

"Like this?"

Rorschach strode towards Bulkeso, his tone a little excited. His fists that kept relaxing and clenching showed that he didn't intend to listen to opinions.

Rorschach was only full of vigilance for suddenly appearing in a strange place.

"I advise you not to attack, because it's troublesome to control the power to beat someone."

Bulkeso grinned at Rorschach in front of him.

He admired this little man more and more. Force is not the best way to solve problems, but it is the most widely applicable way.

Perhaps force will lead to a series of subsequent problems, but who can deny that force can solve most problems?

Barbarians are best at solving problems in this way.

"I plan to try!"

Rorschach walked towards Burkaso quickly, and then hit him with an eye-sealing hammer.

Rorschach, who is good at street fighting and wild boxing, has his own set of fighting methods.

For example, punching at the center of the eyebrows can effectively gain an advantage.

If you hit it, you can block the opponent's vision for a short time, and then the subjugation work can be carried out more smoothly. .

However, the action of Rorschach, who is 1.67 meters tall, punching Burkaso, who is 2.15 meters tall, is not exciting.

The height difference of nearly 50 centimeters makes this punch very funny, like a play between a child and an adult.

Bul-Kathos stretched out his right fist to block the vital parts of his lower body. Although Rorschach could not hurt him, he did not want to suffer such a blow.

Attacks on vision often come with other purposes.

Covering the vision and attacking the vital parts is an excellent choice for the weak to defeat the strong. The best choice is to retreat quickly while there is still distance. Fighting is the last resort for ordinary people.

Bul-Kathos exerted a little force on his arm and flipped Rorschach to the ground.

Then he picked up the Hammer of Judgment standing on the ground and hammered it towards Rorschach's chest.

The sound of the hammer falling was not small, but it did not cause any injury.

Bul-Kathos pressed Rorschach to the ground with just the right amount of force, and then the flashing blue light on the Hammer of Judgment wrapped around Rorschach.

"Justice? What a surprise. I thought he would stand by the weakest guy."

Bul-Kathos looked at the changes on the Hammer of Judgment and shouted excitedly. Although he felt the breath of Tyrael, Bul-Kathos was still excited when he witnessed the power of justice with his own eyes.

Tyrael's power is rarely given to others, because few people can bear this pure justice.

Justice is not like hope and courage, which can be easily given to the right people, nor is it like fate, which only favors those who can see fate.

To bear the gift of justice, only those who implement justice can do it.

"Ah!"

Rorschach twisted his body and roared, but he could only struggle feebly under the huge power of the Hammer of Judgment.

It seemed that he would not stop until he exhausted the last bit of strength.

"Okay, kid, I want to ask if you are willing to gain the power to protect justice!"

Bul-Kathos maintained the current situation and loosened his hand holding the Hammer of Judgment.

The guy favored by Tyrael would not be injured by this Hammer of Judgment.

Although it was difficult for him to move under pressure, he would not be injured under this weight.

Rorschach, who got some power seeds from Tyrael, was qualified to pick up the Hammer of Judgment.

But this little guy was only about the same height as the Hammer of Judgment, and it seemed impossible for him to use this huge weapon freely.

"You want me to give up?"

Rorschach gritted his teeth and blurted out this sentence.

"Dream on!"

The last two words were squeezed out from between his teeth, but Rorschach, who was just an ordinary person, had no ability to crawl out from under the hammer of judgment.

"I'm not asking you to give up! I want you to understand that you can't uphold your justice without power."

Bul-Kathos's voice made Rorschach feel a buzz in his ears, but he was still trying to regain his freedom.

Bul-Kathos reached out to the interested Ancient One.

Ancient One took out the half bottle of wine that had just been put into his sleeve and put it in Bul-Kathos's hand.

"Boy, if you can be recognized by Tyrael, then I am willing to give you a chance!"

Bul-Kathos was obviously a little excited, crushed the bottle mouth, and poured a big mouthful of wine into his mouth.

Rorschach's special performance in a short time made Bul-Kathos a little excited.

Just like the similarity between Korlik and Bruce Wayne, Bul-Kathos thought he had found someone who had the opportunity to inherit his glory.

"Come and be a barbarian! You can become stronger without limit, strong enough to uphold justice."

Bulkasso squatted down, looking at Rorschach who was still struggling on the ground, and smiled brilliantly.

"Never compromise? When you are not strong enough, you will only be smashed to pieces. I give you a chance, so that you can say no to all the injustice!"

...

The naked blue weirdo on Mars was sitting cross-legged in the air, and there was a figure in a gray robe in his sight.

This figure did not exist in the world, but always appeared in his sight.

No matter how he adjusted the direction of his sight, this figure always existed.

And he could communicate with this figure.

Archangel of Destiny! Ithriel!

An absolutely neutral archangel who can watch fate! But he can't understand what human existence means.

He can see the past and the future, but chooses to wait and see now.

The past and the ending seem to have been determined long ago, and he has no objection.

The blue guy has become accustomed to the existence of Ithriel.

Jonathan "Jon" Osterman, also known as Dr. Manhattan.

He sees his past, present and future at the same time.

For him, every time period is the present.

Time is relative, and the past and future of mankind are meaningless to him.

He exists in every moment, and every moment is the present.

Because he saw the future Isreal in the "present" and communicated with the Archangel of Destiny, he appeared on Mars a long time ago and watched silently.

Dr. Manhattan, who lost his humanity too early, gradually assimilated with the Archangel of Destiny.

Knowing the past and the future, but only existing in the present, he can only watch.

Neutral, and waiting for the end.

The moment Dr. Manhattan appeared, he was affected by the Archangel of Destiny.

So his appearance had no effect on the world, whether it was the past or the future.

Jon, whose humanity gradually transformed into divinity, and the divinity gave birth to the human Isreal, influenced each other, and the world had one more god who was always on the sidelines.

Isreal, like other archangels, favored an existence.

And waiting for a special moment to come.

…

"Banaar!"

Orak swung the God of War Blade in his hand with anger, and the five-fold amplification gathered the power of the left and right on the edge of the weapon.

The sharp blade slashed towards Banar in front of him, and directly cut off the ordinary double swords in Banar's hand.

By the way, it also cut Banar's chest!

Orak had endless anger towards Banar at this time. The God of War Blade in his hand continued to gather the legendary power of the fierce attack, and defeated Banar's offensive head-on with a head-on approach!

"Orak!"

Banaar also shouted Orak's name, and only the dagger-length double swords raised a gust of wind, directly cutting off Orak's beard.

After Banar made this war cry, he completely fell into the frenzy of battle!

Banar's red eyes could not see anything except anger. He was completely immersed in the frenzy of the battle. In front of him was only the opponent he had to defeat.

The fight between the God of War and the Berserker unfolded with the tacit consent of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

The knot between these two people was not so easy to end.

Banar had never chosen an heir. This guy called Berserker was actually the most indecisive among the ancestors on the Holy Mountain.

Kindness was higher than justice, and intolerance was more than anger.

He was afraid that the heir he chose would die, because he had no impression of the battle he had experienced.

He didn't know what kind of battle he would encounter in his secret realm, so he kept avoiding it.

For this reason, he was full of dissatisfaction with Orak's behavior of agreeing to those simple warriors' trial requests even though he knew that his secret realm was a life-or-death struggle.

Orak was completely different from the God of War in his heart.

This battle that should not have happened has entered a white-hot stage.

Banar's eyes were red, and his body was transforming into the posture of the Berserker's wrath.

He did not fully master the skill of Berserker's Fury during his lifetime. In order to master the power of Rune Madness, he gave birth to a Berserker who was in a rage and had no self.

In this state, he was half as powerful as Berserker's Fury. And there was no duration limit!

Banaar's ferocious and unliving posture would scare the demons. Having tasted the sweetness, he wanted to completely master the power of the Berserker's Wrath.

However, he was reluctant to give up the unlimited comprehensive enhancement, so he finally failed to completely master this power.

Only a warrior who can control his anger can master the Berserker's Wrath, and Banar went astray.

How far can a warrior who has lost his mind go by instinct? Banar gave the answer.

No matter how strong the body and instinct are, they still cannot do without reason.

Orak's strong body with the God of War Blade broke through the gust of wind raised by Banar in an instant, and the tip of the weapon pierced Banar's chest in an instant.

There was no blood on the sharp blade that penetrated Banar's soul. It should be said that the blood evaporated directly under the powerful force.

Banar ignored the injuries on his body and lost his reason. He used the broken long swords to cut the sides of Orak's neck.

But the vital parts were protected by Orlak's strong muscles, and the battle ended there.

Then the berserker who never stopped fighting flashed a few times and disappeared on the spot.

The battle was decided, and the Holy Mountain sent Banar to recuperate.

A battle about position finally ended.

The trial of Jessica Jones also ended.

The girl was left with only a small half of her shoulder including her head.

Only half of the bone of her right arm was left, which pierced the throat of the last zombie.

Then she exhaled reluctantly, using the remaining half of her lungs to gasp.

Every breath she continued to live was a miracle, and the last zombie was not dead yet.

The broken arm bone was not like a hand axe that could smash the body of a zombie. The penetrating wound had almost no effect on the zombie!

Luke, who was watching the projection, held the battle blade in his hand and said nothing.

But his eyes were a little red.

Maddock looked at Luke's appearance and closed his eyes.

This was a somewhat cruel ending for Luke.

A love affair that ended before it even began was still lucky.

If you were like Raiko, who "lost my love forever" on the battlefield and had to keep charging against the tide of enemies, that would be truly cruel.

You could only watch your lover's body being trampled into a meat paste by the enemy in the battle, and all you could do was step on this meat paste one more time, because this would eliminate more enemies.

Raiko's breastplate was called "Raiko's Loyalty", which was a gift from her lover on the day of their wedding.

Wearing this breastplate, stepping on her lover, Raiko repeatedly charged until she smashed all the enemies into pieces.

At this time, she could no longer tell which piece of the ground her lover was.

The blood and flesh on the ground included her lover and her enemies.

She couldn't even take a piece of broken meat back to bury it, because it was hard to determine whether this piece of broken meat was her lover.

Bury the enemy? Barbarians wouldn't do such a thing!

So the only love that Raiko had left was the armor on her body.

For Luke, losing before it even started might be a less painful thing.

Maddock thought so in his mind.

Bruce Wayne, who was still observing everything on the Holy Mountain, clenched his fists.

"Why would she fight in such a situation? Wouldn't she be afraid?"

Wayne asked Kolik in front of him. He kept practicing to overcome his fear.

The mind and body became stronger in the constant practice journey.

But he knew that his fear had never disappeared, so Wayne couldn't understand why this girl was fighting hard at the last moment of her life to pursue an impossible victory.

"Does fear mean waiting to die?"

Kolik asked back in some confusion.

Who in the world doesn't have the emotion of fear?

Do we have to wait for death to come just because we are afraid?

The brave will also be afraid, but the barbarians are the ones who can fight hard in fear.

Courage and fear are never antonyms!

"Can she survive?"

Wayne understood what Kolik said, but he still couldn't accept it immediately.

"I don't know."

Kolik's answer was not frank.

The projection in the sky disappeared directly.

Either the trial was over, or Orak stopped the live broadcast.

Kolik would not say anything about Orak's choice. No matter what choice he made, it had nothing to do with him.