764 Masail's Expectations for Rorschach

"Excuse me, if I plan to attack you here, will you kill me?"

Rorschach's tone was very light, as if he was telling a funny joke.

Such a performance made Masail want to laugh.

Of course, he could see that Rorschach really wanted to know the answer to this question.

In contrast, Rorschach really wanted to give Masail a hard time right here.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do this.

But unfortunately, I am wisdom, and you are justice."

Masail's words were a bit strange, and his hood was shaking constantly, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter.

"Then give me an answer, if you won't kill me.

Then I'll do it, and I don't care whether you will torture me or not!"

Rorschach's voice was sonorous and powerful!

Everyone who heard him speak could feel that fearless awareness.

Masail looked at Rorschach in front of him, and silently placed his hand in front of Rorschach.

The Soul Reaper that had taken countless lives gradually solidified from its illusory appearance, and was then slowly grasped by the slender hand.

"Rorschach, you can try to pick up this Reaper of Souls Scythe.

I think you should have known from the barbarian that this sickle itself is the embodiment of death.

If you can master it, then you are the new death!

Bring judgment in the name of justice, and be able to manipulate the life and death of those being judged.

If you can do this, I don't care whether you are the Archangel of Justice or the Barbarian.

Of course, you have been Rorschach from beginning to end. Now! Rorschach, make your choice."

Massael's voice suddenly became very gentle, and that kind of gentleness was like a mother feeding her child.

Massael's mercy and kindness as an archangel have never disappeared.

It was just his wisdom that made him make a choice in that hesitation!

Angel or demon?

Survival or destruction?

The death of mankind and the continuation of the eternal war...

This series of questions have appeared in Massael's mind.

He, who once managed the Library of Destiny in the High Heaven, seemed to have gotten the answer a long time ago.

After all...who stipulates that wisdom cannot learn knowledge?

Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous.

Although the knowledge that Malthael has learned is not as good as that of Lilith, the embodiment of knowledge.

But what he knows is definitely not less than that of Lilith.

The biggest difference between the two is probably that Malthael's knowledge needs to be learned to increase his reserves.

And the scope of Lilith's knowledge is increasing every moment.

No one would think that Malthael is stupid, although he is particularly rude in dealing with the matter of ending the eternal war.

But even Bul-Kathos never intends to blame him for his actions.

This is a matter of implementing one's own ideas.

This is not something that should be measured and blamed by position.

Malthael wants to kill all humans, so it is natural for Bul-Kathos, as a human, to stop Malthael.

The opposition of ideas eventually evolved into a comparison of violence.

The strong can continue to implement themselves.

And the weak will be remembered by the strong by chance after countless years.

"Justice tells me that I can't do this.

But this time I don't intend to follow the guidance of justice.

If it is unjust to take up the Scythe of Souls in your hand, then justice should at least tell me why."

Rorschach spoke calmly, and then slowly stretched out his hand.

Although Rorschach could not observe Masail's expression, he noticed Masail's expectant gaze!

The rough and calloused hand slowly stretched out above the Scythe of Souls!

Then slowly fell down!

Until, the hand successfully grasped the handle of the Scythe of Souls!

"Then congratulations, now I can give you an answer.

If you attack me, I won't kill you."

Masail said so!

Rorschach heard a sigh of relief from Masail's words!

"No one can kill death, right?"

Rorschach's hand began to wither the moment it touched the Scythe of Souls.

The traces of life are disappearing from Rorschach's arm bit by bit!

Life is being infused into the somewhat weird sickle!

In Rorschach's eyes, the azure light of justice grew stronger and stronger!

"In fact, at the beginning, I tried to let Tyrael master this power.

But I didn't expect that Volusk could make the essence of death from unconscious 'existence' produce waves.

Death seems to be truly giving birth to its own will.

I can't be sure whether death will become an archangel or a demon king of hell.

And I still can't forget the look Inarius gave to death at that time.

That was expectation.

Rorschach, dear, can you tell me?

Do you think death will be just or something else?"

Massael's voice became more and more gentle.

But Rorschach just gritted his teeth!

He was trying hard to resist the scythe in his hand from draining his life!

He was feeling the barbarian blood in his body roaring horribly!

"Rorschach, speak up?

When do you think the justice Bulqueso hopes for will be achieved?

Under what circumstances do you think justice and fairness can be regarded as unbiased?

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 stand death in front of others.

And do you still think that you are Rorschach, not death, and even more unjust? "

Malthael's voice had a gorgeous accent like a hymn.

The expectation in his words kept haunting Rorschach!

Rorschach is a little 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 been at the edge of the law from beginning to end.

At that time, I guess you would probably say 'I am Rorschach'. "

There was no sarcasm in Malthael's voice, even though the words seemed like sarcasm.

Rorschach didn't show any emotion.

It was like he didn't hear Malthael's words at all.

Only that hand is still holding the Soul Reaper 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 is it that when you harvest the wheat, the thought you have is not praise for life, but hatred for those wheat?

I wish those wheats would die immediately and preferably not grow again next year? "

Rorschach's words sounded full of ridicule!

Although these words just seemed more like asking for advice in an open-minded manner.

But the moment these words came out of Rorschach's mouth, Malthael understood that this was Rorschach's taunt!

“Wheat is also life.

When have you ever seen an old farmer resenting the bumper wheat fields?

He was just doing what he was supposed to do.

The act of harvesting has nothing to do with praise or hatred. "

Malthael said this.

Then he saw the hammer in front of him, shining with blue light, hitting his head hard!

Hammer of Judgment!

Even barbarians would choose to 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 Judgment Hammer down with a posture that did not look like a warrior!

That action felt familiar to Malthael, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"You said you wouldn'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!

"Bang!"

There was a sound like a huge copper bell being rung!

Malthael had heard such noises more than once when he appeared in the Sky Temple.

Monks can always hear such noises 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 in it 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 is not, and will never be, the devil's justice!

only! Justice in life! "

Rorschach spoke faster and faster, and the more he spoke, the more high-spirited he became!

"Malthael, you deserve to 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...

die! "

Rorschach's headbutt hit Malthael directly in the face!

The Hammer of Judgment smashed the hands of Rorschach and Malthael directly into minced meat and mixed them together!

Among the minced meat is the handle of the Soul Reaper!

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 stains were not like lava when the Prius was injured by the Great Demon.

Just ordinary, bright red blood stains like normal people!

The blood fell to the ground, nothing out of the ordinary.

There was no gorgeous vision, nor any powerful energy.

It was just the ordinary bright red blood that would flow from everyone's body!

The hood on Masail's head slowly slipped off!

Since he appeared in this place, he has never shown the gray light wings behind him!

The hood was like the hood worn by an ordinary person, and it was slipping off under such an impact!

Then Masail's somewhat morbid pale face was revealed!

Even if his nose was broken by a hammer of the ancestors, and even scratched by a spike, he could still see his extremely handsome face...

There was only joy in his heart!

"Rorschach, we will meet again.

At that time, I hope that the person standing in front of me to stop me will be you.

Instead of that rude Bul-Kathos...

Although there is actually not much difference in the actions you made when facing me.

But compared to Bul-Kathos, who is always silent and only yells when necessary.

I still like you a little more."

Masail said very calmly.

He didn't have any anger!

Nor any sadness.

He just stood there as a person, looking at Rorschach with expectant eyes.

That's right!

Malsail is already a person!

No one knows when Malsail became a person.

Rorschach seemed to have sensed something from his words.

But Rorschach just stood there quietly after completing his attack!

The Reaper of Souls fell to the ground at this time!

There was no sound, only the sound of the minced meat formed by two hands falling to the ground seemed a little funny!

Malsail's figure was fading little by little, disappearing in this unknown location.

The Reaper of Souls, which was stuck in the minced meat on the ground, did not disappear, but was left there.

When Malsail completely left this place, only the bloodstains on the ground that symbolized that he was a person were left.

Gods don't bleed.

But once a person is injured, bleeding is the most common situation!

"Does Tyrael know your choice?"

Rorschach slowly spoke after watching Malsail completely disappear from his sight.

The voice seemed to be a little choked.

Perhaps Masail's mercy had never disappeared, and it was as if this Archangel of Wisdom had never thought about what he would look like after his success.

Rorschach could not quite understand Masail's approach.

He was even full of doubts.

He was keenly aware of something, but he could not sort it out in his mind anyway.

"Or, did Bul-Kathos know your plan from the beginning?

And you and him are just different in philosophy?"

Rorschach asked 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 of Archangel of Wisdom.

He even fell into deep thought, completely forgetting that in the bloody mess in front of him, the Reaper of Souls, which represented death, had not been put away.

Perhaps at this time, what death represented had lost its meaning to Rorschach.

"I am Rorschach, and just Rorschach."

Rorschach muttered in a low voice.

He no longer cared about those labels such as "righteous barbarian".

Now he just wanted to know what he represented in this seemingly fragmented struggle.

Perhaps, he was only representing himself from the beginning to the end.

Perhaps being strong has little to do with power?

Rorschach thought so.