Chapter 764 Malthael’s expectations for Rorschach
“I would like to ask, if I plan to attack you in this place now, will you kill me?”
Rorschach's tone was light, as if he were telling a funny joke.
Such a performance made Malthael want to laugh.
Of course he could see that Rorschach really wanted to know the answer to this question.
On the contrary, Rorschach really wanted to give Malthael a hard blow right here.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do this.
But it's a pity that I am wisdom and you are justice."
Mathail's words It was a bit weird, the hood was shaking constantly, as if he was trying hard to suppress a smile.
“Then give me an answer, if you won’t kill me.
Then I'm going to take action. As for whether you torture me or not, I don't care! ”
Rorschach’s voice was sonorous and powerful!
Everyone who heard him speak could feel that fearless awareness.
Mathail looked at In front of him, Rorschach silently put his hand in front of him.
The Soul Reaper, which had taken away countless lives, gradually solidified from its illusory appearance, and then was slender. Hands clenched slowly
"Rorschach, you can try to pick up this Reaper of Souls.
I think you should have known from the barbarians that this scythe itself is the embodiment of death.
< br>If you can master it, you are the new death!
Bring judgment in the name of justice, and be able to control the life and death of those who are judged.
If you can do this. One thing, I don't care if you are an archangel of justice or a barbarian
Of course, you're Rorschach all the way around, now! Rorschach, make your choice. ”
Mathail’s voice was suddenly very gentle, as gentle as a mother nurturing her child.
As an archangel, Malthael’s compassion and kindness have never been greater. Disappeared.
It was only his wisdom that made him choose in that hesitation!
Angel or devil?
To survive or not to survive?
The death of mankind and the continuation of the eternal war...
This series of questions have appeared in Malthael's mind.
He who once managed the Destiny Library of High-level Heaven seems to have obtained the answer a long time ago.
After all... who stipulated that wisdom cannot be learned?
If you learn without thinking, you will be in vain; if you think without learning, you will be in danger.
The knowledge Malthael has learned is not as good as Lilith, the embodiment of knowledge.
But what he knows will never be any less than Lilith.
The biggest difference between the two is probably that Malthael's knowledge requires learning to increase his reserves.
And the scope of Lilith's knowledge is increasing every moment.
No one thought Malthael was stupid, even though he was particularly brutal in his approach to ending the Eternal War.
However, even Bulcasso never intended to accuse him of anything.
This is a matter of implementing your own ideas.
This is not something that should be measured and criticized based on stance.
Mathael wants to kill all humans, so it is natural for Bulcaisuo, a human, to stop Malthael.
The opposition of ideas eventually turned into violent comparison.
The strong can continue to implement themselves.
The weak will be accidentally remembered by the strong countless years later.
“Justice tells me that I cannot do this.
But this time I am not going to follow the guidance of justice.
If picking up the Reaper of Souls in your hand is unjust, then justice should at least tell me why. "
Rorschach spoke calmly, and then slowly stretched out his hand.
Although Rorschach could not observe Malthael's expression, he noticed Malthael's expression. The expectant gaze!
The rough, calloused hand slowly reached over the Soul Reaper!
Then slowly fell down! br>
Until that hand successfully grasped the handle of the Reaper of Souls!
"Congratulations, now I can give you an answer.
If you attack me, I will not kill you."
Mathael So said!
Rorschach heard a sigh of relief from Malthael's words!
"No one can kill death, right?"
Rorschach's hand began to wither the moment it came into contact with the Reaper of Souls.
The traces of life are disappearing from Rorschach’s arms little by little!
Life is being poured into that weird sickle!
In Rorschach's eyes, the blue light of justice became more intense!
"In fact, I tried to let Tyrael control this power at the beginning.
But I didn't expect that Warusk back then could actually make the essence of death disappear from the unconscious 'existence' Making waves.
Death seems to be truly giving birth to its own will.
I am not sure whether Death will become an Archangel or a Hell Demon.
I still can't forget the way Inaris looked at death.
That's the expectation.
Rorschach, dear, can you tell me?
Do you think death will be just or otherwise? ”
Mathail’s voice became gentler and gentler.
But Rorschach just gritted his teeth!
He is trying hard to fight against the scythe in his hand sucking away his life!
He is feeling the blood of the barbarians in his body roaring horribly!
"Rorschach, open your mouth?
When do you think the fairness Bulqueso expects will be obtained?
Under what circumstances do you think justice is fair? How can we be considered to have no deviation?
Or do you think that judgment made by wisdom can bring about true fairness?
Rorschach, you have grasped the Reaper of Souls and are feeling the power of death.
You should already know this!
It is impossible for humans to master death, whether they are barbarians or wizards, or even witch doctors or monks.
No human being can master death.
There is only one big thing they can do from beginning to end, and that is to show death in front of others.
And do you still think that you are Rorschach, not death, and even more unjust? ”
Mathail’s voice was like a hymn with a gorgeous accent.
The expectation in the words kept haunting Rorschach!
Rorschach was a little bit Confused!
He is constantly wandering among "Rorschach", "Justice" and "Death"!
“You were once weak and wanted to fight injustice, but the foundation for your execution of justice lies in the law.
But your approach has always been at the edge of the law.
At that time, I guess you would probably say, 'I am Rorschach.'"
There was no sarcasm in Malthael's voice, even though his words seemed like it. It's like mocking.
Rorschach didn't show any emotion.
It was as if he didn't hear Malthael's words at all.
Only that hand is still holding the Reaper of Souls tightly!
It’s like holding the power of death!
Suddenly, Rorschach spoke!
"Why is your weapon a sickle?
Is your opponent a piece of wheat? Or when you harvest the wheat, the idea you have is not to praise life, but to praise life. The hatred of those wheats?
Wish those wheats to die immediately, preferably not to grow again next year? "
Luo Xia's words sounded full of richness. Ridiculous taste!
Although these words just seemed more like asking for advice modestly.
But the moment these words came out of Rorschach's mouth, Malthael understood that this was Rorschach's taunt!
“Wheat is also life.
When did you see an old farmer resenting the harvest of wheat fields?
He was just doing what he should do.
The act of harvesting has nothing to do with praise or hatred. "
Mathail said this.
Then he saw the hammer in front of him that was shining with blue light and hit his head hard!
Hammer of Judgment!
Even barbarians use this huge hammer with both hands.
But at this time, Rorschach just used one hand to raise the legendary hammer high above his head, and smashed the Hammer of Judgment down with a posture that did not look like a warrior!
That movement felt familiar to Malthael, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"You said, you won't kill me."
Rorschach said lightly, and then the hammer of judgment struck both hands with anger. !
Between the two stacked hands is the handle of the Reaper of Souls!
"Clang!"
A sound like a huge copper bell being struck!
Mathail heard such noises more than once when he appeared in the Sky Temple.
Monks can always hear noises like this when they try to practice the Golden Bell Break!
Then the next moment, severe pain spread throughout the two people's bodies!
"Now! I will judge death!"
Rorschach was not affected by the severe pain at all!
His voice is passionate and heroic!
The passion inside is radiating the heat of life like the sunrise!
“It’s so gorgeous!”
Malthael let out a trembling voice of praise!
The phantom of the round giant hammer in his sight was knocked down by a square hammer filled with ferocious spikes!
Rorschach doesn’t have a third hand!
But he has his own way of using the Hammer of the Ancestors!
“I declare on behalf of justice!
Malthael! You have violated the justice of life!
Not human justice! It’s not the justice of an archangel!
It will not and will never be the devil's justice!
Just! Justice in life! ”
Rorschach spoke faster and faster, and the more he spoke, the more high-spirited he became!
"Mathael, you should be punished!
Even if I crawl on the ground one day! Justice will never let go of your judgment!
This is my authority!
I will take away your...
Death!”
Rorschach's headbutt hit Malthael directly in the face!
The Hammer of Judgment smashed the hands of Rorschach and Malthael into minced meat and mixed them together!
Among the minced meat is the handle of the Reaper of Souls!
At this time! Death... free!
"I guessed that you would do this, and I also expected you to do this. Ahem~"
Malthael's outstretched hand was directly smashed off!
He staggered and fell backwards, his figure swaying several times before he stood firm on the spot!
In the darkness under the hood, blood was seeping out bit by bit, and then it gathered together and fell to the ground!
The blood stain was not like lava when the Prius was injured by the big devil.
Just ordinary, bright red blood stains like normal people!
The blood fell to the ground, nothing out of the ordinary.
There are neither gorgeous visions nor powerful energy.
It’s just bright red blood that flows out from everyone’s body!
The hood on Malthael's head slowly slipped off!
From the moment he appeared in this place, he never showed the gray wings of light behind him!
The hood was just like a hood worn by an ordinary person. It was slipping off under such an impact!
Then Malthael's somewhat sickly pale face was revealed!
Even if the bridge of his nose was broken by an ancestral hammer, or even scratched by a sharp thorn, his extremely handsome face could still be seen...
Only filled with joy!
“Rorschach, we will meet again.
When the time comes, I hope the person standing in front of me to stop me will be you.
Instead of that rough Bulcaisuo...
Although there is not much difference in your actions when facing me.
But compared to Bulqueso, the guy who is always taciturn and only yells when necessary.
I still like you more. ”
Malthael said very calmly.
He has no anger at all!
There is no sadness either.
Just stood there alone, looking at Rorschach with eyes full of expectation.
That’s right!
Malthael is already alone!
No one knows when Malthael became a human being.
Rorschach seemed to have noticed something from his words.
But Rorschach just stood there quietly after completing his attack!
The Reaper of Souls just fell to the ground at this time!
There was no sound, only the slapping sound of the minced meat formed by the two hands falling to the ground, which seemed a bit funny!
Masayil's figure is fading away little by little, disappearing into this unknown location.
The Reaper of Souls, which was stuck in the minced meat on the ground, did not disappear, it just stayed there.
When Malthael completely left this place, only the blood stains on the ground were left, which symbolized that he was a human being.
God does not bleed.
But once a person is injured, bleeding is the most common condition!
"Does Tyrell know your choice?"
Rorschach slowly spoke after watching Malthael completely disappear from his sight.
The voice seemed to be a little choked.
Mathael's compassion may have never disappeared, and it seems that this archangel of wisdom never thought about what he would be like after his success.
Rorschach couldn't quite understand what Malthael was doing.
Even my heart is full of doubts.
He was keenly aware of something, but he couldn't figure it out in his mind no matter what.
“In other words, did Bulcaisel know your plan from the beginning?
And you and him just have different ideas?”
Rorschach asked questions to himself, as if praying for the answer to suddenly appear in front of him.
At this moment, Rorschach suddenly had a completely different understanding of the title Archangel of Wisdom.
I even fell into deep thought and completely forgot about the bloody mess in front of me, and that the Reaper of Souls, which represented death, had not been put away.
Perhaps at this time, what death represents has lost its meaning to Rorschach.
“I am Rorschach, and only Rorschach.”
Rorschach whispered.
He no longer cares about labels such as "just" and "barbarian".
Now he just wants to know what he represents in this seemingly fragmented struggle.
Perhaps, he was just representing himself from beginning to end.
Perhaps being strong has little to do with strength?
Rorschach thought so.
Huh... I always feel like I'm a bit overachieving in this chapter...
Looking at it myself, I feel it's a bit exciting.
(End of this chapter)