Chapter 205 Justice and Destiny (Six Thousand)
“I think you may have to leave a few goals for those new recruits, otherwise their existence will not be able to realize its due value.”
Ancient Yi pointed in the direction of Jin Bin. Although there was no figure of that guy in the alien space, Bulcaisuo understood what Ancient Yi meant.
It was just some rhetoric to leave enemies to the new recruits in an attempt to get Bulcaisel to let go of Kingpin, the villain in front of him.
"We are not short of fighting. As for value? That is a meaningless statement."
Bulcaisuo comforted the killer monkey on his shoulder and said to Ancient One.
He was not going to comment on rules or anything like that. It would be more satisfying to directly solve the crime in front of him.
Value is something that is emphatically stated in a group. For barbarians, it is free to be whoever they want to be.
As long as it doesn't violate justice, no one cares what you do.
Is it to realize "value" or to be a salty fish? No one cares, as long as it doesn't cause trouble to others, it doesn't matter.
Bulcaisel does not turn a blind eye to evil.
"Maybe Rumlow and the others don't think so. You shouldn't make decisions for others."
Gu Yi took out half a bottle of spirits from his sleeve and handed it to Bulcasso.
"I'm just following my thoughts. It's best if that guy dies."
Bulkasso looked at Ancient One with his hands on his chest and refused the half bottle of strong liquor.
Kingpin really deserves to die, but it doesn't matter if you give Gu Yi a little time to convince him.
Friends always have extra treats.
Bulkessor's blond hair was flying, and he looked on the verge of irritation.
Killer Monkey put his hands on his shoulders and looked at Gu Yi carefully.
The little monkey felt threatened.
"It seems like you're going to wait for me to convince you? I won't do that, it's meaningless."
Gu put the half bottle of wine back into his sleeve and said relaxedly.
Convince Bulkesso?
That was not a simple matter. After all, Kingpin himself did not have much to forgive.
It would be natural for that guy to be killed directly.
Gu Yi just didn't want people all over the world to discuss Kingpin's death at the hands of a strong man over two meters tall.
That may 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."
Bulkasso put down his arm and walked in the direction where Kingpin was before.
Following his actions, Ancient Yi's alien space was shattering bit by bit, making the sound of glass being overwhelmed.
Bulcaisel is trying to release how much power he can just solve this alien space without causing any unmanageable consequences.
Power beyond the limit will destroy the outside environment together, and the situation will become troublesome.
"Then you plan to kill him in public?"
"I will not cause a commotion, let alone a panic."
Bulkay Suo's answer was not angry, and there was a hint of irritability in his voice.
Although he is used to solving crimes in a straightforward way, he will not cause unnecessary fear to ordinary people.
The emotion of fear is not a good memory for Bulkesso.
This kind of emotion means that Diavolo is starting to become stronger again. Negative emotions will help the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, so Bulcasso is very careful about this.
Diablo, who represents fear itself, has brought too many bad memories to the shelter, and Bulcaisel just can’t forget them.
Gold is just a problem that can be solved with only a "small" stone.
As long as we start to quickly sweep away the evil in this city in time, there will be no sequelae.
Bulkasso can still do this kind of thing.
Bulkasso doesn’t know if anyone will become the new underground order in the future, but Bulcasso can guarantee that the current problem is not a problem.
“Huh!?”
Bulkessor suddenly stopped and took out the huge hammer of judgment from his backpack with some thought.
A whole light blue halo is flashing on the hammer.
This is a weapon that Tyrael, the Archangel of Justice, has never used, but it cannot be denied that Tyrael's power still resides in the Hammer of Judgment.
The unusual movement on the Judgment Hammer made Bulcaisso make new discoveries.
"What's wrong?"
Gu Yi was gradually taking back the alien space, but she stopped when Bulkeso behaved strangely.
No matter what, it was something worth relaxing for Bulcaisel to stop moving on his own.
"Send that little man in, I have a problem."
Bulkesso pointed to the crack in the alien space in front of him and pointed to the homeless man holding a wooden sign outside. .
The frown made his expression not very good-looking.
“As you wish.”
Gu Yi shrugged his shoulders, and her alien space expanded again to pull in the short homeless man wearing a windbreaker.
Then she started to pay attention to Bulcasso again. After all, every move of Bulcasso was worthy of attention.
"Is this!?"
A surprised cry came from the guy's mouth.
The tramp's body was trembling, no different from an ordinary person who had seen a supernatural time.
There is nothing wrong with flustered and weak body movements.
"Well, put away your disguise, that's no fun."
Bulkessor saw at a glance that the little man was ready to fight, and planned to skip the boring trial stage directly. .
An ordinary human being, even if there is some conspiracy, cannot hurt Bulcaisuo.
What he has there is the clearly discernible aura from Tyrael!
Not long after he discovered Auriel's aura, he felt the aura of his old friend again.
This is good news, although this breath is more like a seed and does not host Tyrell's consciousness.
"How do you know I am Rorschach? My identity is a secret."
Rorschach put down the wooden sign in his hand, put away his feigned trembling, and showed Fighting stance.
He thought his identity had been exposed, so he asked directly.
Faced with superpowers, Rorschach had no intention of backing down.
Rorschach, whose real name is Walter Kovacs. A guy who is not tall or possesses extraordinary strength.
He also has a clear tendency to violence and has no tolerance for the evil he sees.
And extremely stubborn.
"Who cares who you are? All I care about is Tyrael's power."
Bulcaisel placed the Hammer of Judgment on the ground and waved for Rorschach to come over.
Bulkasso admired the pure aura of this little man, but now was not the time to express his appreciation.
The appearance of Tyrael's power here is a very happy thing.
With the power of the Archangel of Justice appearing, it shouldn’t take long to find Tyrell himself.
Bulkeso has a lot to talk about with his old friend.
Especially the part about Malthael, Burqaso needed to know more about Malthael.
"Hmm? An accident?"
Gu Yi walked to Bulcasso's side and looked at Rorschach in front of him.
"Is this so?"
Rorschach strode towards Bulcasso with a somewhat excited tone. The constant loosening and clenching of his fists showed that he was not going to listen.
Rorschach would only be wary of suddenly appearing in a strange place.
"I advise you not to attack, because it is troublesome to control the power to hit people."
Bulkasso looked at Rorschach in front of him and grinned.
He appreciates this little man more and more. Force is not the best way to solve problems, but it is the most widely applicable method.
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’m going to give it a try!”
Rorschach quickly came towards Bulcasso, and then hit him with an eye-sealing hammer.
Rorschach, who is good at street fighting and wild boxing, has his own fighting style.
For example, when hitting someone, punching towards the center of the eyebrow first can effectively gain an advantage.
If it hits, it can block the opponent's sight for a short time, and then the subjugation work can be carried out more smoothly. .
It’s just that the action of the 1.67 meter Rorschach punching the 2.15 meter Bulqueso was not a wonderful one.
The height difference of nearly fifty centimeters made this punch very funny, like a play between a child and an adult.
Bulkasso stretched out his right fist and blocked the vital part of his lower body. Although Rorschach could not hurt him, he did not want to suffer such a blow.
Attacks on sight are often accompanied by other purposes.
Covering your sight and attacking vital points is an excellent choice for defeating the weak against the strong. The best option is to retreat while there is still distance. Fighting is the last resort for ordinary people.
Bulkeso put a little force on his arm and knocked Rorschach to the ground.
Then he picked up the hammer of judgment standing on the ground and struck it at Rorschach's chest.
The giant hammer fell with great force, but it did not cause any injuries.
Bulkessor pressed Rorschach to the ground with just the right amount of force, and then the flashing blue light from the Hammer of Judgment enveloped Rorschach.
"Justice? What a surprise. I thought he would stand by the weakest guy."
Bulkessor shouted excitedly as he watched the changes on the Hammer of Judgment. Although he felt Tyrael's aura, Bulcaisel still felt excited when he witnessed the power of justice with his own eyes.
Tyriel'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 person, nor is it like fate, which only favors those who can see their destiny.
If you want to bear the gift of justice, that can only be done by those who implement justice.
"Ah!"
Rorschach twisted his body and roared, but he could only struggle feebly under the huge power of the Hammer of Judgment.
It seems that it will not stop until it uses up the last bit of strength.
"Okay boy, I want to ask you if you are willing to gain the power to protect justice!"
Bulkessor maintained the current situation and released his hand holding the Hammer of Judgment. .
The guy who is favored by Tyrael will not be injured by this hammer of judgment.
Although it was difficult to perform both movements while being pressed down, he would not be injured under this weight. Rorschach, who has received some of Tyrael's power seeds, is qualified to pick up the Hammer of Judgment.
It’s just that this little man is only about the same height as the Judgment Hammer, and it seems impossible to use this huge weapon freely.
“You want me to admit defeat?”
Rorschach gritted his teeth and came out of his mouth.
"Dream!"
The last two words were squeezed out from between the 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 admit defeat! I want you to understand that you can't uphold your justice without power."
Bulkessor's voice made Rorschach feel his ears buzzing, but He is still trying hard to regain his freedom.
Bulcaisuo stretched out his hand to the interested Ancient One.
Gu Yi took out the half bottle of wine that he had just put into his sleeve and placed it in Bulkesso's hand.
"Boy, if you can be recognized by Tyrell, then I am willing to give you a chance!"
Bulkessor was obviously a little excited, and he crushed the mouth of the bottle and put it in his mouth Drinking wine in big gulps.
The special abilities that Rorschach showed in a short period of time made Bulkesso a little excited.
Much like Kolik's resemblance to Bruce Wayne, Bulcasio thought he had found the man who had a chance to inherit his glory.
"Become a barbarian! You can become stronger without any restrictions, and you will be strong enough to uphold justice."
Bulkessor squatted down and looked at the person still on the ground. The struggling Rorschach smiled brilliantly.
“Never compromise? When you are not strong enough, you will only be smashed into pieces. I will give you a chance to say no to all unjust existences!”
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The naked blue weirdo on Mars was sitting cross-legged in the air, with a figure in a gray robe in his sight.
This figure does not exist in the real world, but it always appears in his sight.
No matter how he adjusted the direction of his sight, this figure always existed.
And he can also communicate with this figure.
The Archangel of Destiny! Israel!
The absolutely neutral archangel can wait and see his fate! But they can't understand what human existence means.
I can see the past and the future, but I choose to wait and see now.
The past and the outcome seemed to have been decided long ago, and he had no objections.
The blue guy has become accustomed to Israel's presence.
Jonathan "Jon" Osterman, aka Dr. Manhattan.
His eyes looked at his past, present and future at the same time.
For him, every time period is now.
Time is relative, and the past and future of mankind are meaningless to him.
He is present in every moment, and every moment is now.
Because he saw the future Israel in the "now" and communicated with the Archangel of Destiny, he appeared on Mars a long time ago and watched silently.
Dr. Manhattan, who lost his humanity prematurely, and the Archangel of Destiny gradually assimilated.
Knowing the past and the future, he only exists in the present and can only watch.
Neutral and wait for the ending.
The moment Dr. Manhattan appeared, he was affected by the Archangel of Destiny.
So his appearance has no impact on the world, whether it is the past or the future.
Jon, whose humanity gradually transformed into divinity, and Israel, whose divinity gave birth to humanity, interacted with each other. This world has one more god who is always on the sidelines.
Israel, 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 punch increased five times, gathering all the power on the edge of the weapon.
The sharp blade slashed towards Banal in front of him, directly breaking the ordinary double knives in Banal's hand on the spot.
By the way, it also scratched Banal’s chest!
At this time, Orak had endless anger towards Banal. The God of War Blade in his hand continued to gather the legendary power of slamming, and defeated Banal's offensive head-on with a head-on collision!
"Orak!"
Banal yelled Orak's name, and his two swords, which were only as long as daggers, set off a gust of wind, directly cutting off Orak's beard.
After Banar issued this war cry, he completely fell into the frenzy of fighting!
Banar's red eyes could not see anything except anger. He had been completely immersed in the madness of the battle. In front of him was only the opponent who must be defeated.
The fight between the God of War and the Berserker began with the acquiescence of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
The knot between these two people is not that easy to end.
Banal has never chosen a successor. This guy named Berserker is actually the most indecisive among the ancestors on the Holy Mountain.
Kindness is greater than justice, and intolerance is greater than anger.
He is afraid that his chosen successor will die because he has no memory of the battle he has experienced.
He didn’t know what kind of battle he would encounter in his secret realm, so he kept escaping.
For this reason, he was full of dissatisfaction with Orac's behavior of agreeing to those simple warrior trial requests even though he knew that he had a narrow escape in the secret realm.
Orak and the God of War in his heart were not the same person at all.
This battle that should never have happened has entered a fierce stage.
Banaar's eyes were red, and his body transformed into the rage of the berserker.
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 berserkers who fell into rage and lost themselves.
In this state, he is half as powerful as the Fury of the Berserker. And there is no duration limit!
The demons that Balnar kills with such a ferocious appearance that they don't look like living people will be frightened. After tasting the sweetness, he even thinks about completely mastering the power of the rage of the berserker.
But because he was reluctant to give up that kind of comprehensive enhancement without time limit, he was still unable to completely master this power in the end.
Only warriors who can control their rage can master the rage of the berserker, and Balnar took an evil path.
How far can a warrior who has lost his mind go relying solely on instinct? Barnard gave the answer.
No matter how powerful the body and instinct are, they are still inseparable from reason.
Orak's strong body carried the God of War Blade and broke through the strong wind caused by Banal in an instant, and the tip of the weapon instantly pierced Banal's chest.
No blood stains could be seen through the sharp blade of Banal's soul. It should be said that the blood stains evaporated directly under the powerful force.
Banar ignored the injuries on his body, and because he lost his mind, he used the remains of two broken long knives to slash both sides of Orak's neck.
However, Orac's strong muscles protected his vital points, and the battle ended here.
Then the body of this berserker who never stopped fighting flashed a few times and disappeared.
The battle decided the outcome, and the Holy Mountain sent Banal to recuperate.
A battle over positions is finally over.
With that comes the end of The Trials of Jessica Jones.
Only half of the girl's shoulders, including her head, were left.
Only half of the bones of the right arm were left, which pierced the throat of the last zombie.
Then he exhaled reluctantly, using the remaining half of his lungs to gasp hard.
Every breath her life lasts is a miracle, and the last zombie is not dead yet.
A broken arm bone is not like a hand ax that can smash the body of a walking corpse. Penetrating injuries have almost no effect on the walking corpse!
Luke, who was watching the projection, held the war blade in his hand and said nothing.
Just the eyes are a little red.
Madoc looked at Luke's appearance and closed his eyes.
This is a somewhat cruel ending for Luke.
A relationship that ends before it even begins is considered lucky.
It would be truly cruel to be like Leiko who "lost my love forever" on the battlefield and has to constantly charge against the tide of enemies.
I can only watch my lover’s body being trampled into meat paste by the enemy in the battle, but what I can do is to step on this meat paste one more time, because this way I can eliminate more enemies. enemy.
Leiko's breastplate is called "Leiko's Heartfelt Heart", which was a gift given to her by her lover on her wedding day.
Wearing this breastplate and stepping over her lover, Leiko charged repeatedly until all the enemies were smashed into pieces.
At this time, she could no longer tell which lump on the ground her lover was.
The flesh and blood on the ground includes her lover and her enemy.
She couldn't even take a piece of minced meat back for burial, because it was impossible to determine whether this piece of minced meat was her lover.
Burying an enemy? Barbarians wouldn't do such a thing!
So in the end, the only love left for Leiko was the armor on her body.
For Luke, losing before it even started might be a less painful good thing.
Madoc thought this in his mind.
Bruce Wayne, who was still observing everything on the Holy Mountain, clenched his fists.
"Why would she still fight in such a situation? Isn't she afraid?"
Wayne asked Korik in front of him, who was constantly practicing to overcome his fear.
The mind and body are becoming stronger through the continuous journey of cultivation.
But he knew that his fear had never gone away, so Wayne couldn't understand why this girl had to fight hard at the last moment of her life to pursue an impossible victory.
“Are you afraid that you have to wait to die?”
Korik asked in confusion.
Who in the world does not have the emotion of fear?
Are we waiting for death just because we are afraid?
Brave people can also be afraid, but those who can fight hard in fear are the barbarians.
Courage and fear are never antonyms!
"Can she survive?"
Wayne understood what Corik said, but he still couldn't accept it immediately.
“I don’t know.”
Kelik’s answer was not frank.
The projection in the sky disappeared directly.
Either the trial is over, or Orak stopped the live broadcast.
Kolic will not say anything about Orak's choice. No matter what the choice is, it has nothing to do with him.
There is still 4,000 words short of the promised number of words.
I'm a little dizzy, don't wait, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep in front of the computer...
The goal must be accomplished!
(End of this chapter)