$220 Rorschach's Doubt (3,000)

"You betrayed my trust."

Obadiah squatted in his secret manufacturing factory and said stiffly to the researchers.

He had collected the armor that Tony made when he escaped from the Ten Commandments Gang, and was now working hard to replicate this achievement.

"We have no way to provide that energy, this technology..."

The researcher explained to Obadiah with some embarrassment, but it was obviously ineffective.

"You guys can't do what Tony created in the simple cave even with countless resources."

Obadiah's bald head had thick forehead wrinkles, and this man was no longer young.

"Mr. Stark is a genius, but we are not."

The researcher said with some suppressed anger.

It is never a pleasant experience to admit that you are far inferior to others, but this is a fact.

There are very few scientists in this world who can be compared with Tony Stark.

"Okay, you guys keep working, and I'll find a way to get energy."

Obadiah, a somewhat bloated man, had a chilling coldness on his face.

Of course he knew Tony was a genius, because Stark Group has relied on the works of geniuses to develop to this day.

"Boss, the Iron Man made by Tony has gone to the sky today, haven't you seen it yet?"

The voice of his subordinates came from Obadiah's headset.

This made Obadiah's mood even worse.

"I'll go and see."

Obadiah seemed to force these words out of his mouth, and then turned and left his manufacturing factory.

If you can't develop, then plunder!

This is the most respected concept of Obadiah as a successful capitalist.

He has a different view of the man with talent. He knows very well that he doesn't have the creative brain of the Stark family.

But he has a method that belongs to ordinary people.

Cunning, cruel, decisive and greedy.

In this country, as long as you have these potentials, there will always be a chance to soar.

As long as you catch a creative genius, he will always be at the forefront.

Tony's order to shut down the weapons research department made him feel that he needed to do something.

At least I can't watch everything I've worked hard for my whole life being destroyed by a "child".

Even if this decision will kill a goose that lays golden eggs.

...

The snow on the Holy Land of Harrogath is still floating, and Bul-Kathos looks at Rorschach in front of him with a sigh.

Rorschach wants to explore the truth, and Bul-Kathos is also very concerned about the erased memory.

It's just that it's not time yet.

"Justice is never as simple as you think."

Bul-Kathos rarely puts away his loud voice and speaks in a low voice.

Tyrael, the Archangel of Justice.

A tall and bright figure.

Just as stubborn as other archangels.

Who can be right forever when rules are personified?

Tyrael's justice and Imprus's courage are no longer perfect.

Besides, Tyrael is an enemy to the barbarians.

"I want to know the truth."

Rorschach walked in front of Bul-Kathos and took the initiative to communicate for the first time.

Before this, Rorschach always accepted Burkessos's arrangement silently. Although Burkessos never explained much, he had no doubt come to this day.

"Don't perfunctorily tell me that I knew it when I got it. Everything you provided shows your purpose."

Rorschach did not intend to listen to Burkessos's ambiguous statement. He just wanted the truth.

In these days of contact, Rorschach was enough to make his own judgment.

Burkessos raised his head, his eyes flickered and confused.

For a barbarian, flickering eyes are rarely seen.

And confusion is a description that has nothing to do with this group at first glance.

"You are afraid."

Burkessos hesitated for a while and spoke slowly.

A shrinking Rorschach made him a little dissatisfied. Burkessos couldn't figure out why Rorschach was afraid.

He didn't tell others that the world was about to face the threat of the seven devils of hell.

"Yes, I am afraid. Everything you do is dangerous and uncontrollable."

Bruce Wayne was watching the communication between Rorschach and Burkessos not far away.

He was in a position where he could hear the content of the conversation.

"No one will give gifts for no reason, and barbarians are not saints who will sympathize with all the miserable people. Just like that dream, you or we are not people who wantonly show kindness."

Rorschach looked at Bul-Kathos, very determined.

The barbarians that Rorschach saw were more like executors of justice and spokespersons of courage.

This group would not shed tears because of disasters, but would only step onto a battlefield silently.

Rorschach stood still, as if he would rather stand here like a sculpture if he didn't get the truth.

He thought more about the images provided by Harrogas than Rumlow and the others could think of.

The reason that the heroes in the group fought to avoid being killed could not convince Rorschach.

It was just a simple battle scene, which meant nothing to Rorschach.

There were too few stories that could be told in the short picture.

And fear always comes from not understanding, he couldn't understand the power of Bul-Kathos.

"I can't remember."

Bul-Kathos took out the wine and poured it into his mouth. He felt bored.

He had worried about Rorschach's worries before, but he didn't care about them anymore.

Every day was spent in constant battles, and occasionally faced the crisis of death.

People in that situation would always forget some things, and thinking about it would only lead to a violent death.

Rorschach stood in front of Bul-Kathos without saying a word, just looking at Bul-Kathos quietly.

"I'm curious too."

Wayne walked in front of Bul-Kathos and stood side by side with Rorschach. He was the person who communicated with Rorschach the most in these days.

"Wayne!"

Korlik came over, pinched Wayne's shoulders and was about to take him away.

The three ancestors knew most of Bul-Kathos' life, but he only knew the existence of the secret that only Volusk and Bul-Kathos knew.

Barbarians don't explore other people's secrets because it has no value.

Just like Vida never asked Raiko what she thought when she lost her lover.

No one knows the specific content except the parties involved.

The three ancestors only know that after that day, Bulkaiso got the wings of courage, but that's all.

Wayne grabbed Kolik's strong wrist with his backhand. He knew that his power could not stop Kolik from doing it, but this was an attitude of resistance, and it had nothing to do with whether he could do it or not.

Wayne stared at the other party with a firm look. He was very grateful to the barbarian for giving him a powerful opportunity, but he could not accept it calmly.

"If you want to know the 'truth' you said, then go to the secret realm! Apart from that, I really can't remember anything."

Bulkaiso stood up and walked towards the Temple of the Elders.

His figure was still high-spirited, and he didn't care about the doubts.

There was no need to continue a mutually embarrassing conversation. This time was more valuable to look at the blue sky than to argue.

"Kolik, tell me what you know."

Wayne stopped staring at Bulkaiso and turned around to talk to Kolik.

His hand was still on Kolik's wrist, and he didn't let go.

Not far away, Cassius looked at what was happening here with a contemptuous smile.

No one can force barbarians to do things they don't want to do. People in this world are used to this.

"Who do you think you are?"

Kolik loosened his arm that was pinching Wayne's shoulder, took his hand back from Wayne's hand, and then clasped his hands in front of his chest.

Compared with Maddock's direct style, Kolik is a gentle one.

At least he won't take action because of other people's questioning of Bulkaso.

"I just want to know the truth. According to Rumlow, it seems too easy for us to get this opportunity."

Wayne looked at Kolik in front of him with a firm look. There are more people in this world who will not compromise than barbarians.

Kolik's beard was trembling. What could he say?

Tell these recruits who can't even defeat the regular army of demons that they are about to face an enemy beyond imagination?

"Do you think it's easy to get this opportunity?"

Kolik wanted to laugh.

For people like Wayne who climbed the Holy Mountain in one go, the test of the Holy Mountain is indeed not difficult.

But it is not so easy to get the recognition of the ancestors.

You should know that there is a special existence on the Holy Mountain, the old general Quarkak!

In the original world, there are countless people who want to become barbarians every year, but they don’t have the opportunity now.

These little guys who bypass Quarkak’s training are just part of the barbarians’ return to this world.

The arrival of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas is not as simple as breaking into an empty house.

Most of the barbarian compatriots who were turned into dust by the advent of Masail were just taught by Quarkak.

"Rorschach, you and Wayne follow me."

Kolik took a deep look at the two people, and then walked towards the gate of the Holy Mountain.

As the gatekeeper selected by the Holy Mountain, the three ancestors can show others something.

For example, the afterimage with some power of the Seven Demon Kings.

Just like the dream that Andakulgas emerged in hell, the picture of the Seven Demon Kings!

The rule incarnation that can feel the burning sensation just by looking directly at it is not that simple.

Kolik hated trouble, so he decided to let these two doubtful guys understand what they would face later.

Although these guys would eventually understand as the trial progressed, it was good to tell them in advance so that they could become stronger with peace of mind.

Rorschach glanced at Bul-Kathos's back and still stood there.

Non-violent non-cooperation was his stubbornness.

Wayne pulled Rorschach's arm, and then Kolik grabbed Rorschach's belt like he was holding a chicken.

Then he walked towards the gate of the Holy Mountain.