$205 Jessica's Trial Ends (Four Thousand)

"That's enough."

Orak stood in front of Jessica who was still gasping for breath, with blood dripping from the wounds on both sides of her neck.

Orac went against convention by appearing in person in his secret realm, but no one said anything.

Every ancestor possesses this kind of power. It would be a joke if an ancestor couldn't control everything in his own secret realm.

But when an ancestor chooses to do this, it means that he loses the opportunity to choose his successor again.

The Holy Mountain would no longer tell him that a certain recruit would suit his character.

Because under normal circumstances, the ancestors who choose to do this have confirmed who their heir is, and it will not change even if the heir dies later.

But that's not the case for Orak.

The death of the actively chosen heir means that the ancestor's glory has fallen into dust.

But Orac didn't care about this. He always believed that he didn't need an heir to continue his legend. It was more important that things go smoothly.

He doesn't care much even if he loses the chance of Holy Mountain recommending a successor.

The barbarians no longer need a god of war to turn the tide, he is extremely sure of this.

The savages had long since passed the worst of it.

Orac was active before Volusk became the Immortal King. After Orac and Barnar were killed in battle, Volusk emerged and led the barbarians to their second peak.

Since then, the savages have established themselves in Sanctuary and are no longer nearly extinct due to the presence of demons.

"Brown~"

Jessica's gasping body made a loud gasping sound, and she tried her best to open her eyes wide. The zombie that was not yet dead stretched out its claws and scratched off half of Jessica's face.

The walker, stabbed in the throat, launched an effective attack in front of Orak. This kind of person with some weak immortality is very good-looking and not easy to deal with.

"Have you made your decision?"

Orac did not deal with the walking corpse, but looked at Jessica who was grinning and said.

His beard was cut off by Banal in the previous battle. He looked a little embarrassed now, but it was better than Jessica who only had half a shoulder left.

Orak changed his views a little after the fight with Banal. After all, Banal had been with him for two thousand years. Even if he didn't like Banal's nonsense, he would respect his friend.

"Hey~"

Jessica made a disgusting sound as if there was a lump of phlegm stuck in her throat.

She may have lost consciousness at this time, and was just responding to Orak's questions based on instinct.

With most of his lungs missing, just breathing was a bit difficult.

"I don't like you because you are stained with the blood of innocent people."

Orak sat on the ground full of corpses, glanced at Jessica's eyes, and then said.

Then the zombie attacked again, but this time its arm was bitten by Jessica.

Putrid juice burst out from the arm of the zombie, covering Jessica's face. A lot of it entered the esophagus along Jessica's bite, and then spilled out from the ground. .

"I have always disliked scripts about the prodigal son, because it means that the opinions of the victims are ruthlessly ignored."

Orak looked at Jessica who was biting the arm of the zombie and said unhurriedly.

"Why do kind people have to forgive perpetrators? Is there anyone who can forgive on their behalf even after they die?"

"Why do people like you get the mercy of Bulcasso and let me give you a chance?"

"Why do you get opportunities that good people never get until they die?"

"Can you tell me?"

Orak looked at Jessica, who was still biting the arm of the zombie, and spoke calmly.

But his voice became louder and louder, until the last question, the entire maze was slowly shaking under Orac's momentum.

Those thin cracks expanded a lot with his voice.

Jessica let out a series of whimpers, unable to open her mouth to avoid being attacked again by the zombies.

The uncovered eyes were swollen with tears, diluting the rancid juice that flowed into them.

Tears may be the only weapon Jessica can use at this time. What else can she do with only half her body?

"Can I end your fight at any time? I just want to know why you let Banal fight with me to win it?"

Orak spoke slowly with doubts. He could understand what Banal cared about, but he didn't know why the conflict broke out in Jessica.

Jessica gradually lost strength, and the walker's arm became detached from her teeth.

"I want to eat the food you prepared again. The cow leg before was stained with the pus of the zombies. I can't even remember the taste."

Jessica regained some consciousness and reluctantly said this long sentence. Although she seemed quite free and easy, her eyes that were still crying revealed the hope of the living.

The walking zombie's sharp claws broke away from its control, and then swung it towards the face, directly piercing Jessica's eye socket, popping her eyeballs out.

"Tell me why?"

Orac said coldly, as if he didn't hear Jessica's call or see Jessica's pierced eyeball.

What he wanted was not the answer before, but a reason.

"I want to live, I want to live like a human being!"

Jessica's voice became faint, like a phantom voice in her ears, like a mosquito.

"Then remember the names of every innocent person who died in your hands! They also want to live!"

The wind brought by Orac's wave of his hand crushed the walking corpse directly, and he carried Jessica's inhuman body back to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Orak appeared in front of Luke with Jessica, and threw the dying girl into Luke's arms.

"Feed her the potion and bring her to me when she recovers."

Orac said these words and disappeared directly from Luke's sight.

Luke hurriedly took off the medicine bottle and poured the medicine into Jessica's mouth.

The potion that had just been changed to a spirit-flavored potion was poured into Jessica's mouth, and then spilled to the ground from the broken esophagus.

"Block her esophagus, Luke."

Madoc glanced at the two of them, and then spoke casually, just a little faster.

Luke hurriedly took out a hand and blocked the bottom of Jessica's esophagus, allowing the potion to stay in her body and start to have a magical effect.

This move made Luke feel very uncomfortable. He had not yet adapted to this slightly cruel treatment method.

Although he had seen this kind of treatment once when Bulkesso took out Mammon, Luke was still very nervous.

After a short time, Jessica's body began to recover, and the recovery spread to the position of Luke's hand.

"Don't let go Luke, if you want to save her, wait until her body recovers before taking your hand out, and then give her the second potion."

After Madoc left these words, he disappeared.

Orak doesn't like Jessica Jones, and neither does Madoc.

For Luke's sake, Madoc offers a cure.

But he didn't want to watch what happened next.

Jessica Jones did not pass Orac's trial with her own strength. Even if she became Orac's heir, she would not be recognized by her ancestors.

She only survived because of Orak's kindness, not that she completed the redemption.

So don't expect the barbarian ancestors to view her the same way they view Rumlow.

…

"I really didn't expect to encounter such a difficult thing. Have you figured out how to arrange it for that skull head?"

Hellboy said to his father, Professor Bloom, holding a polishing machine in his hand and polishing the horns on his forehead.

A horn that was cut off abruptly would not look kind, and the ferocious broken marks did not look like a hero at all.

"After passing the test, he will probably be your new teammate."

Professor Bloom looked through the books in his hand and answered Hellboy's questions casually.

"But the UK is full of vampires now. Are you interested in going on a business trip?"

"Forget it, Dad, I am an urban legend. Are you planning to let me live in the sunshine?"

Hellboy dismissed Professor Bloom's words.

Letting him go on a business trip is just talk.

Being asked to cover his whereabouts, he had never traveled far alone.

"Why not? Anyway, today's world is full of superpowers and monsters, and this world can still accommodate an urban legend."

Professor Bloom said casually.

"By the way, have you checked on Abel's condition? How is his recovery going?"

"That bastard Nick Fury didn't let me into the medical bay, but it looks like SHIELD is in a bad situation right now."

Hellboy put down the polisher in his hand, picked up a chocolate bar on the table, opened the package and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Go ahead and go to England. I always feel like something big will happen there."

Professor Bloom closed the book and spoke seriously to Hellboy.

"After the test of your little skeleton friend is completed, I will ask him to go to England to find you."

"You'd better be careful and do your research. I always feel like there's something wrong with that guy Cronan."

Hellboy said a little naggingly, although he might just express his concern for his father in this way.

"This guy Cronan's body is no longer human. Now I'm just worried about whether there is any conspiracy hidden in Cronan's appearance."

Professor Bloom looked at Hellboy in front of him with soft eyes.

Perhaps his greatest contribution in this life is to guide Hellboy on the right path.

It is really a rare thing for this child from hell to grow up like a human being. Professor Bloom's words and deeds are indispensable.

"Also, SHIELD just contacted us and said that they need our help in investigating Hydra. I always feel that there is some connection between these guys."

…

"What the hell are you talking about!?"

Rorschach was still struggling at the bottom of the Judgment Hammer, but his movements had obviously become much softer.

Perhaps it was Bulkesso's words that made him very moved.

As an ordinary person, Rorschach might be attacked and knocked down by a few gangsters after putting on a mask.

His fighting skills are useful in most cases, but there are times when they don't work.

Because his height is a problem, his thin body also limits his combat effectiveness.

"It looks like you have found a good heir? But does his height not meet your standards?"

Gu Yi looked at what was happening in front of him, and his face was much more relaxed.

He even made a joke, but this joke was not very appropriate, even though Rorschach didn't care much about his height.

Although he would suffer in battle due to his physical disadvantage, his unique fighting skills could still ensure that he could engage in combat activities normally.

"I am very satisfied with this kid, but it seems a bit time-consuming to convince him?"

Bul-Kathos lifted the Hammer of Judgment from Rorschach's body. The power left by Tyrael had been integrated with Rorschach. If Rorschach became a barbarian, this power would make him grow faster.

As he spoke, Bul-Kathos grabbed Rorschach's shoulder and opened a portal to return to the Holy Mountain.

It was a matter of celebration to meet a candidate who was qualified to inherit his glory.

A pure hero, and firm enough.

Rorschach was more suitable to be a barbarian than Steve.

But when Rorschach was lifted up, a brown notebook fell to the ground, and Bul-Kathos was a little stunned.

"What is this?"

Bulkeso picked up the notebook and asked Rorschach, who was silent.

"Diary, I'm just an ordinary person, I could die at any time, leaving something behind to let the world know what I did and what they are facing."

Rorschach curled his lips and said casually.

"Who writes a diary? Do you write a diary?"

Bulkeso asked Gu Yi.

"I don't write. Most of the time, the purpose of writing a diary is not to let myself recall what I did, but to let others see what 'I' have done."

Gu Yi looked at Rorschach with some amusement and answered Bulkeso's question.

"That's right, can what is written on paper be the truth?"

Bulkeso slapped the diary in his hand into Rorschach's arms, and then took Rorschach back to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Having met a good seedling, Bulkeso hopes to start training as soon as possible.

A guy who turns the bottom line into an obsession, as long as he is given a chance to move forward, there is no need to urge him anymore.

Rorschach can grow up quickly, and when Tyrael shows up, Rorschach may be an important fighting force.

Rorschach was taken to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath by Bul-Kathos without saying a word, holding the diary.

Bul-Kathos had forgotten that he had to deal with Kingpin, and the joy of having a successor who suited his heart made him forget the villain who could be killed at will.