$1000 A Peaceful Masaiel

"Your arrival was tacitly approved by Bulkathos. I think he probably knew you would come to him." Rorschach said.

Facing the two archangels, Rorschach did not show any different attitude.

"I think so too. I can't guess what that guy is thinking, but we all know that he is very smart." Malsail nodded.

He never belittled humans. He wanted to completely clean up the Nephalem in Sanctuary only because Nephalem's body and soul were the seeds of demons.

Of course, Nephalem is also the seed of angels, but Malsail did not want to spend time waiting for the final choice made by humans.

Become an angel or a demon? Malsail did not need the answer to this question. Solving the trouble as soon as possible was his way of thinking.

"Then Rorschach, you should know the purpose of our visit to you. Are you willing to become a member of the archangel?" Tyrael asked.

He seemed a little impatient to ask this question at this time, and Malsail shook his head.

Obviously, the Archangel of Wisdom did not think that he could get the exact answer from Rorschach at this time.

"I probably know why Bul-Kathos has a problem with you. You're too anxious, so anxious that you don't even want to wait." Rorschach shook his head.

He could understand Tyrael's impatience, because justice was the same.

Justice is always on the way, and justice must be on the way. As for whether it will be late, justice itself can't do anything about it. But he will come after all, but he may encounter some bumps on the road.

"While I was waiting, the world was filled with wailing. Didn't you hear those calls after you got justice?" Tyrael asked.

He was always eager to uphold justice, because he could always hear people calling for justice.

Sometimes the calls were peaceful and firm, but more often those calls were filled with despair and pain.

Tyrael never wanted to be late, because every time he was late, the person who called for justice might fall into the abyss.

But he couldn't show up every time he was needed, and Tyrael was powerless to do so.

"I heard it, or rather, I heard it before I got the authority of justice, and I heard too much!"

Rorschach was a little excited. If he could not react to such a question, he would not be Rorschach.

"So why do you ask me why I don't want to wait for such a question?"

Tyrael asked with some pressure. He looked at Rorschach deeply, as if he wanted to hear an answer he wanted from Rorschach.

"Because justice cannot be reckless, justice needs wisdom as a guide, otherwise justice will be used." Rorschach said after taking a deep breath.

"So justice needs us, justice needs someone to speak for it." Tyrael's face was more compassionate.

Justice is powerful, but justice itself cannot make a choice, which is why there are Archangels of Justice and Rorschach.

"So you have never used the Hammer of Judgment? Isn't this the best expression of justice for your choice?" Rorschach sneered.

When the representative of justice cannot wield the authority of judgment, the legitimacy of justice is questionable.

"Well, I can't refute this, but I just think you should know that the power I have is enough to implement justice." Tyrael lowered his head.

While speaking, he recalled his years as an archangel of justice, trying to find his mistakes.

Unfortunately, his mistakes in the eyes of the Nephalem were just the necessity of fulfilling his duty of justice in the eyes of Tyrael.

"I don't think I can convince you, but you should look at the smile on Malthael's face. That smile is definitely not recognition. I think it should be ridicule." Rorschach said.

Of course, he couldn't see what expression Malthael had under his hood.

But Rorschach felt that Malthael was smiling and laughing at Tyrael at this time.

"Don't be like this, you can't see my expression." Malthael spread his hands to show his innocence.

But he said this undoubtedly admitted that he was smiling.

Yes, Malthael was indeed laughing at Tyrael, but only they knew the expression under the archangel's hood.

Even if they were both archangels, there was no way to know what other people's expressions were.

"Is this your attitude at this moment?" Tyrael asked.

Rorschach has already expressed his willingness, and there is no answer to the question of whether he is willing to become an archangel.

But Rorschach at least expressed his idea that he would not become friends with Tyrael.

"Although I can't completely trust Bul-Kathos, of course you can say that I am heartless and ungrateful. But I really can't trust anyone, even myself. I'm just trying to stick to my own self."

Rorschach shook his head and continued:

"But Bul-Kathos said that I should try to communicate with Malthael first, and the archangel he least recommended me to understand was you, Tyrael, and I am absolutely right."

Rorschach spread his hands, which was somewhat mocking to Tyrael.

"I understand, but I think we will meet again, and it will be you who comes to find me." Tyrell drank the wine in the bottle, and then disappeared into a gray light.

He is very busy.

As Justice, Tyrael was busy getting Justice where he was needed.

Now, as Death, he is working hard to bring the death that people in this world deserve.

I have to say that he is a very responsible archangel.

"Mathail, I'm somewhat curious as to why Burqasso still respects you even though he is determined to make you look good." Rorschach asked.

He no longer paid attention to Tyrell's affairs. At this time, communicating with Malthael was a more valuable thing.

"Perhaps it's because they all have a noble side, or are they all heroes?"

Malthael seemed a little vague about Rorschach's question.

Normally, the Archangel of Wisdom should be able to come up with an answer, but he didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Rorschach.

"I thought you were the kind of person who wouldn't care about other people's feelings at all." Rorschach shook the bottle in his hand.

The few drinks left in the bottle made a few pleasant sounds.

"It's just not necessary. A fool is stubborn and a wise man is just as stubborn. Is there no difference between intelligence and stupidity?" Malthael shook slightly.

You can tell it's pleasant just by looking at him.

Obviously Malthael is not as scary as Rorschach initially imagined.

"I don't know how to answer this kind of question, but I think we should talk about something more specific. For example, am I also on your elimination list?"

Rorschach tried.

"Of course it is, but it's not at the end as you think, but in the middle. Don't ask me why, it's a bit troublesome to explain."

Malthael waved his hand, still acting extremely relaxed, as if the topic was as unimportant as going to eat something later.

"Are you really going to start erasing all existence according to your list?" Rorschach smiled.

He thought this question was indeed a bit funny.

He already knew what Malthael did in Sanctuary, and this question was indeed a bit funny.

Malthael and his Legion of Soul Reavers did not look like they were executing a plan to eliminate humanity in the order written on a list.

At that time, if Malthael can really do this according to a list, then he will not be the one who fails.

"Not everyone is on my list. There are actually not many names on the list. There are probably not a hundred in total." Malthael said vaguely.

He had a list, and Bulkesso was the first one on the list.

It's just that he failed immediately the first time he acted according to the list.

"Okay, now I want to hear what advice you would give me, or how you would convince me to become an angel and then willingly die at your hands in the order on your list."

Rorschach asked.

He didn't seem to care much about the answer to the question.

"Well, that's a good question. But maybe you need to give me some time to organize the language?" Malthael picked up the wine bottle and took a sip of it very gently.

Rorschach was not in a hurry, just looked at Malthael quietly.

"Perhaps I would say that your choice will make the world a better place? I think this is probably your most fundamental appeal, and it is also the dream that you want to achieve but know that it is unrealistic?"

Malthael said with a somewhat questioning tone.

"It sounds quite attractive, but it's just like 'Make America Great Again' and has no substance at all." Rorschach said with a smile.

"Well, although I don't know anything specifically about your country, I happened to have heard of this sentence. That person is very interesting." Malthael said as if he was changing the subject. .

"I just want to ask you, do you think most people are correct?" Malthael asked with a mocking tone.

"I have to admit that your words moved me to a certain extent, but I know that if the majority of people are not right, insisting on yourself is the only way out. But when you are the minority, how do you know what you are? Is it correct?"

Rorschach asked rhetorically.

"So I didn't intend to convince you from the beginning. Communicating with the purpose of convincing someone is a farce in itself. I prefer to call the exchange of views and opinions as communication. In my eyes, persuading others is more like animals using a certain method. Show your authority without using force."

Malthael said.

"Perhaps this is why Bulqueso thinks I should talk to you first. What you say is very confusing, but you never intend to use words to impose your ideas on others. What you choose is to use force. Solving the problem directly may be a reflection of your wisdom.”

Rorschach's tone was a little weird, like he was mocking but with some sincere praise.

"I think it is a kind of tolerance to allow opponents to continue to speak out, but this does not prevent me from putting them in a narrow range to speak out. And the place I chose is death."

Malthael chuckled a few times.

He will not think that he has done anything wrong. It has nothing to do with whether he is right or not, it is just about winning or losing.

Does the person who loses have to be wrong? Of course not.

It's just that the loser can only utter a few indifferent curses at most.

This has nothing to do with being right.

"It sounds a bit great, but obviously Bulcaisuo is not saying that you and I can become friends, but that you can understand the Archangel more clearly through you."

Rorschach said.

"Yeah. Becoming a friend is a very emotional thing. It should require a bit of fate, you can't force it."

Malthael nodded.

Friends will definitely get along? That's not necessarily the case.

It’s just that friends will never hold each other back.

"If you were asked to judge who among the archangels would become friends with me, what answer would you give?" Rorschach asked.

"Well, this question seems to be a bit difficult for me. Maybe Israel? The Archangel of Balance is a very realistic guy. Maybe you, an idealist, can learn a lot from him?"

Malthael said with some uncertainty.

"I enjoyed talking to you, but when you stand in front of me and want to stop me, I will probably do my best," Rorschach said.

He was going to end this conversation.

Although this conversation contained a lot of messy things, Rorschach also got what he wanted.

"Well, so after all, you still have to compare your powers. If you want to become an archangel of justice that may be short-lived, I welcome it."

Malthael said.

He did not object, and even said that he would be happy to see Rorschach become the Archangel of Justice.

But he will definitely eliminate Rorschach when he sees fit, and he has no intention of hiding anything on this.

Playing tricks and scheming is not the archangel's style.

Most of them are cheerful and cheerful types who disdain lies.

"I've met Auriel and Imprius before, and I honestly think you fulfill my archangel fantasies better than they do."

Rorschach stood up.

"The archangel has his own will. It is not simply some kind of authority or rules. It will naturally be different."

Malthael slowly drank the last bit of wine, and then placed the empty bottle on the ground very carefully.

"I'm going to continue setting off. If you don't plan to do anything, then we'll part ways here?" Rorschach asked.

"Of course, I don't want to be stuck here and humiliated by Bulcaisuo after you leave. That guy is really a bit irritable, especially since I can't beat him yet."

After Malthael finished speaking, he laughed, as if the matter itself was very funny.

"Then you can leave first, but I think Bulcasso may not be that bored, and will still pay attention to our conversation at this time."

Rorschach couldn't help laughing either.

He had to admit that the process of communicating with Malthael was not uncomfortable, and even a little pleasant.

"Well, I can't say for sure. It's not that I'm saying anything bad, but most of the Nephalem I've seen are a little narrow-minded." Malthael muttered.

Then he bowed slightly as a farewell, and the next moment it turned into blue mist and disappeared directly on the spot.

The archangels travel in more ways than the nephalem. The body structure of these guys is not that of human flesh and blood.

Whether it turns into light or mist, it depends on how they choose.

For example, Tyrael prefers light, while Malthael prefers this mysterious light and mist.

"Bulkessor is not that boring to pay attention to the conversation between you and Rorschach, because his trust itself is rare. But you are right about one thing, the Nephalem are a little narrow-minded, Malthael."

A ridiculing female voice sounded, and then the light mist that Malthael transformed into seemed to be captured and transformed into Malthael's appearance again.

"I didn't lie, did I? Li Min." Malthael greeted the Nephalem who had just appeared.

"But I don't like to hear such words, Malthael." Li Min looked at Malthael in front of him with a smile.

"So the Nephalem I've met are all a bit petty, and they're just telling the truth. Are you going to teach me to be careful about my words and deeds?" Malthael said without being nervous at all.

He knew that until Bul-Katho was fully prepared to absorb all the authority, the nephalem would maintain a certain degree of restraint when facing the archangel.

Of course, even if he knew that his death was coming, he probably wouldn't behave in any special way.

The Archangel of Wisdom is supposed to be open-minded.

"I'm not that bored, it's just that I was listening to all the talk about the Nephalem and happened to hear what you said."

Li Min smiled.

There was a hint of mischievous innocence and a hint of pride in her smile.

"Well, you look a bit like Ys." Malthael said this with some hesitation.

"Okay, this is the first time I've heard this description. Is Yisu as talented as me? Or is she just as beautiful as me?" Li Min joked.

But there seemed to be purple arcane energy flashing in his eyes.

"It's really troublesome. Why are there nephalems like you in the world? If Bulcasso's becoming stronger is like eating and drinking water, and there is a risk of choking, then your becoming stronger is like the passage of time. Just as natural and unstoppable.”

Malthael said with a bit of amazement.

Li Min is the most unreasonable one among the Nephalem.

It's as if everything in the world is not covered up in her eyes.

Malsail's evaluation of Li Min is really high, because she really did not encounter any resistance when she became stronger.

You should know that breathing may also cause coughing, but the passage of time is always firm and cannot be changed.

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