Dark Savages Come To the United States

"This is a victory for humanity, although it doesn't change much of the situation for humans."

Malthael's figure appeared from a little further away.

His head hadn't recovered yet, so he looked extraordinarily scary right now.

"It's as if many of you think that it is impossible to defeat the Burning Hell in one battle. I don't think that letting human beings decide their own destiny only needs to hit your head with a hammer."

Rorschach said out of breath.

He has returned the authority of justice to the high heavens, and this practice is still a heavy burden on his body.

Fortunately, he is still a Nephalem, so he can still stand here and talk to Malthael.

"Indeed, it's just that have you considered that I'm unlikely to forgive a nephalem who slapped me in the head?"

Marthael asked with some amusement.

Of course he knew that Rorschach was not a person who was afraid of sacrifice, but he still wanted to see how Rorschach would respond to this question.

"You don't lack courage, but you have to consider whether what you are doing is right."

Rorschach stood up straight and said very seriously.

"Well, I admit that you are right. The consequences of killing you are also a heavy burden for me, especially after you have made this choice."

Masail shook his head, which had just recovered a little bit, and said.

"I think you probably have my name in mind, but I'm just wondering when I'll make you feel awe."

Rorschach held the hammer of judgment on his shoulders!

Although he lost the power of justice authority, the hammer of judgment did not abandon him!

The light wings of justice bestowed by the Archangel of Justice to the barbarian Rorschach are still shining brightly behind him!

Rorschach is still righteous, nothing has changed.

"When you can face wisdom directly, when you can come up with effective solutions when facing all problems?"

Marthael's answer was a little uncertain.

"Then goodbye, Archangel of Wisdom. The issue of justice is no longer my issue. Next, it depends on how your wisdom will guide the authority of justice."

Rorschach waved his hand to say goodbye.

"I also want to leave you a little gift. Although it is impossible for Tyrell to appear in front of me to oppose my decision at this time, I need to consider his opinion."

While speaking, Malthael sprinkled a ray of light on Rorschach.

But Rorschach used a seemingly clumsy jump to leave the radiance envelope!

"What you need to consider when doing this kind of thing is my opinion!"

Rorschach frowned.

Then without any intention of staying, he directly opened a portal and chose to leave!

Of course he wasn't weak right now, he was even considered a legend.

It's just that at this time, he doesn't have the power to challenge the Archangel of Wisdom.

"I'm not used to thinking in human terms."

Malthael said to the empty crystal arch.

He accepted such a result. After all, for the high-level heaven, the lost and regained authority of justice still has a lot of value.

Even if this value is obtained by requiring them to abide by some human moral principles, such a high-level paradise will not suffer.

"Human beings are interesting, all the time. But it's not just good stories that are interesting. Tragedy is interesting too."

Masail said as if talking to himself.

A somewhat chaotic aperture was opened behind him!

That was Anderson and Johnny who had left here before.

They seem to have obtained something in "heaven". Judging from pure strength, they have undoubtedly become much stronger.

"Archangel Malthael?"

Anderson frowned.

"We're back?"

Johnny asked suspiciously.

"The answer is obvious, it's just that it doesn't seem like a good thing."

Anderson said without hesitation.

His faith is still firm, or even stronger than before!

But his faith was no longer some archangel who could stand before him, but something deeper.

"This is a good thing, although you should belong to Imprius' side."

Marthael smiled, and didn't do anything special, just turned around and returned to the place where he should be.

Anderson's doubts are a bit too much, but Johnny is a little simpler.

After this period of experience, Johnny has made good use of the strength left by Izual in his body.

As for Anderson, he is a very good fighter himself, and he knows how to use the appropriate power.

A spell-like page kept revolving around Anderson, but when the page fell, Anderson still stood there.

He tried to teleport to Imprius, but he failed.

This is the obvious thing!

Anderson is not weak, but he can't break through the blockade of Burning Hell at this time!

That is a blockade that restricts three archangels and one demon god. If Anderson can break through it, it will be a joke.

"What do we do now?"

Johnny asked.

Johnny is not an indecisive guy, but compared to Anderson he seems a bit too gentle.

"To get a sense of what's going on right now, I think our world has changed a lot while we've been out."

Anderson gritted his teeth and said.

His expression was not very good, but Anderson didn't care at all.

He doesn't pay much attention to his image itself.

"Where do you start?"

Johnny asked.

"Start with the guys who run the world."

Pages were flying around Anderson again, and this time he was going to Nick Fury's side!

Nick Fury, to a large extent, can represent the demands of human beings, at least he is also an intermediary that can convey information to Shuangfa.

This kind of guy should not refuse trouble.

"Let's go, I suddenly want to ride a motorcycle again."

Johnny nodded.

This time, when the pages fell, Anderson and Johnny had disappeared.

...

In the holy mountain of Harrogas, the spirits of the ancestors who had returned before were talking about what they had seen and heard in the burning hell with those who hadn't gone out.

Of course, they didn't intend to talk about the secrets at will.

So the whole story is about how creatively I used to kill those demons.

Even when it comes to rising, I will demonstrate the movements at that time by myself.

These guys are still a little too idle.

Fortunately, Rorschach is back.

"Rorschach?"

Tariq looked at Rorschach with some doubts.

He hadn't noticed the change of the authority of justice before, and could only vaguely feel that the authority of justice had gone to the high-level heaven.

It was impossible for him to say that he was not disappointed when he felt this at the time.

The fact that Rorschach went to the high-level heaven first, in Tariq's view, it was Rorschach's choice.

Archangel or barbarian?

According to Tariq's shallow understanding of humans in this world, becoming an archangel should be the better choice.

"I'm back, but I don't know if there are any houses left for me on the holy mountain?"

Rorschach smiled calmly.

Although Rorschach also had some doubts about Nephalem, he was just doubting.

The feeling of doubt has nothing to do with his actions, he has always been suspicious.

Doubt the partners around me, doubt whether some things are hidden or not.

But this has little to do with making friends and trusting him. Rorschach is such a guy.

"Of course, although I was still thinking about whether to give that house to someone else to live in."

Tariq played a little joke.

Then get out of the way into Harrogath!

The authority of justice still exists in the high-level heaven in Taliq's perception, and Rorschach is right in front of him.

Obviously Rorschach has made a choice, and Tariq is of course very happy with this choice.

"I may need a few days to rest, but I can't wait to fight for humanity."

Rorschach said with a smile, his smile was just a bit unfamiliar.

Rorschach himself was a bit unsmiling, and he wasn't the kind of guy who would show too much emotion.

"It's up to you, but you may need a little time to adapt to the way the world looks like, everything is changing with each passing day."

Tariq stopped talking, but waved his hand to urge Luoxia to go in quickly.

Taliq has always been serious about guarding the gate of the holy mountain.

"The breath on the holy mountain is much less, and there are more strange guys."

Rorschach said.

"Let me accompany you on the next road. As for your question, it is right for you."

Klick came around the corner.

He also admired Rorschach very much. In other words, most barbarians like stubborn and tough fighters.

As for whether the fighter's fighting style is skillful or pure brute force, they don't care much.

Most of them sneered at the statement that any technique has no effect on absolute power.

What degree of power is absolute power?

Skill itself is something that allows the weak to bridge the gap with the strong, and people who are skilled fighters can't dismiss skills no matter what.

"I want to meet Bulkelso first, and I think I should be entitled to know more now."

Rorschach made his own request, but it's a pity that Kerik couldn't give an accurate answer.

After all, for the barbarians on the holy mountain, what Bulkelso was doing at this time was also unknown.

He didn't even stay at Harrogath Mountain for a while and left immediately.

"Then you may have to wait for a while. Of course, it should be okay for you to look for Bulkelso?"

Kerik said uncertainly.

He felt Rorschach's power to step into legend at this time, but just stepping into legend is still not enough.

Although the legendary level sounds like only one level, the gap between them is worlds apart!

For example, Yin Na is a legend, but if she is asked to deal with the legendary Kuang Tu Pudge, Yin Na should be able to crush it directly.

The strongest legends are like Li Min and Bulkelso, but the weakest legends are not sure.

"You also have stag blood in your body, you may be able to find Bulkelso's location more easily than us."

Klick said casually.

When his eyes swept across the Elder's Temple in the distance, he couldn't help feeling some indescribable emotions!

Of course, the Temple of the Elders has never been closed, but it is indeed rare that it has not been opened for a long time like this.

"I actually feel that the Temple of the Elders has a familiar feeling that attracts me."

Rorschach said with some surprise.

"Every barbarian will feel that the Temple of the Elders has a strange sense of familiarity, which is normal."

Kolick had no intention of delving into the subject.

"That's not the familiarity in the blood, but in the breath."

Rorschach frowned slightly.

"There is a secret there now, but a secret that a guy like me can't know, and you probably aren't qualified now."

Klick said.

The three ancestors can be said to be the strongest under those legendary suit creators.

If the three of them add up, there is no problem in fighting the Hell Demon King head-on.

As for whether Korik knew about this secret, the answer was actually yes, he just couldn't open his mouth to discuss this secret on the holy mountain.

The last guy who discussed this secret was in confinement in the Temple of the Elders, so Korik wisely didn't speak out about his "guessing".

Some things are best left unspoken.

"Okay, then I'll go back to my room and have a good sleep, I'm a little tired."

Rorschach didn't insist. During the time he lived with justice and authority, Rorschach also had a lot of changes.

At least the change isn't the bad kind.

Creek seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

He felt the change in Rorschach, and in fact he also wanted to ask Rorschach why he chose the latter between the Archangel and the Nephalem.

But this kind of question is not suitable for Kerik to ask.

Bulkasso, who had reason to ask, was not at Harrogath Mountain at this time.

Human beings need to seize every opportunity to enhance their own strength, only the strength of the whole can allow human beings to close the gap with other existences.

The world does not mean that only the strongest can survive, and the will of ordinary people can use people like Bulkelso as a banner.

But you can't take Bull Casso as the only answer!

Tariq looked at Rorschach's back while closing the gate of the holy mountain.

His thoughts are a little complicated.

"If you have a question, why don't you just ask?"

Kahn leaned against the gate of the holy mountain with his double swords in his arms and asked.

"Are you going to ask someone's cause of death? Or are you going to ask a fighter why he didn't choose what was in his best interest?"

Tariq sneered.

"Because he is a fighter, so I just need to believe in the purity of the fighter?"

Kahn gave an answer very casually.

"Because he has his own will and ideas, maybe stocking is the best way to train the next generation?"

Kerik said a little unconvinced.

"That method is limited to mature fighters. If I were you, I would definitely throw that 'try it out' idea into the trash."

Kahn widened his eyes and said.

"Garbage dump? You don't really think that San is just watching the gate on the holy mountain right now?"

Tariq said angrily.

"Do you still need to be the guardian of the young fighters, and use the phantom of your fighting instinct to help them?"

Kahn said eagerly.

"It is indeed a good experience to be able to join the battle at any time when you are bored, but when there are many people calling you, you will probably get bored."

Tariq shook his head and said.