Most people eat because they are hungry and drink water because their bodies need it.
  But except for those who lack certain kinds of bacteria in their intestines, no one would choose to swallow feces.
 Because it has no purpose.
Burkeso must be planning something, but Gu Yi doesn’t know it.
What can Bulkeso calculate?
Of course it can only be the devil hiding in the deepest place.
 If we don’t get rid of that guy, all prospects for the future will be in vain.
Diavolo is good at this.
With a muffled sound, Rorschach's body fell to the ground.
 A soul is slowly emerging.
Harrogath will protect the souls of all barbarians, but this kind of protection is not very tenable among the ancestors.
Joriz stared at Rorschach in front of him with red eyes.
 “You are dead now.”
 Chorizzi said dryly.
 Then he sat directly on the ground.
 He is waiting for Bulcaisel to arrive!
 Rorschach's death will definitely alarm Bulcaisuo, and Choriz has also fulfilled his promise to the Demon King of Hell.
  That part of Reiko's soul will be freed in the dark soul stone on Bulcaisel's forehead.
It’s just that I have to stay with Andariel’s soul for a while.
 The dead cannot bear the responsibility of Bulcasso.
 The death of Rorschach will once again eliminate the hope that Bulkeso saw.
For this reason, Joriz was even prepared to be crushed directly.
 It’s just that sometimes, individual will always conflicts with the group.
 Leiko chose the continuation of the barbarians, while Joriz chose Leiko's integrity and freedom.
“This is the first time I have appeared in such a posture. Is my body still moving? Can I still be rescued?”
Rorschach looked at Joe Ritz in front of him and felt very embarrassed.
 A ghost had just killed him a moment ago. His body had his head shot and was being whipped on the floor on the side.
 Then the two souls met again under this circumstance.
Of course, Rorschach did not forget who his murderer was, so he looked at Joriz in front of him carefully.
 “Don’t look, I have no intention of hiding it from others. I am now waiting for Bulcasso to arrive.”
 Chorizzi dug into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of strong liquor.
Having just planned to share it with Rorschach, he finally realized something was wrong.
 “How come you didn’t solidify with the help of the Holy Mountain?”
Joriz looked at Rorschach with wide eyes.
“Because, Bulcaisuo had expected his death, and this time it might make him more sober.”
Leiko’s voice finally appeared in Joe Ritz’s ears.
 At this time, there is no surprise of seeing each other again after a long separation. There is only the kind of embarrassment that comes from the depths of the soul.
“Now, Joriz. You should tell me what stupid things you have done over the years.”
Leiko squeezed Jorriz's wrist, and the bursts of abundant strength made the briefly corrupted ancestor feel palpitations.
 While he was alive, his married life with Leiko was exemplary.
I have never seen Joriz and Leiko get angry even once.
I have never seen Leiko bossing around Joriz.
This is of course not because Joriz couldn't beat Leiko.
 For savages, love is love, and feelings always come with great vigor, but they will eventually leave.
 So being a little more restrained and keeping a moderate distance between each other is the best way to slow down the passage of love.
Every day that Joe Ritz and Leiko get together is like the day they confess their affection.
 “What should I do?”
Rorschach looked at his diary soaking in his brain and wanted to take it out, but he was a new ghost and did not have such advanced magic power yet, making snowballs like an old ghost on the Holy Mountain.
, digging holes and the like.
 I could only look at my diary which was soaked in my own brain and was a little damp, even a little disgusting.
Leiko and Joriz did not pay attention to Rorschach, leaving only Rorschach's lonely soul and his body for company.
  Looking at yourself requires a reason, and loneliness will allow a person to better look at everything about himself.
 Let his soul be with his corpse, and then reflect.
  There will be no problem with his body and soul anyway.
Burkeso has already made plans, and nothing will happen unexpectedly.
 …
“Spider-Man, you should get to know me again. I am a professional, as I said.”
Constantine adjusted his suit and said excitedly.
 “Professional deception? I already regret looking for you.”
 Spider-Man simply took off his hood.
 He ate big bites of barbecue and spoke in a slurred voice.
“I just went out to investigate specific information, but I didn’t expect to encounter a battle directly. Believe me, I am professional.”
Constantine said, slapping his chest.
Then he pointed at Thor and Hela who just passed by them.
“For example, I know those two! One is Thor, the God of Thunder in Asgard, and the other may be Sif? Anyway, there are only a few women around Thor.”
Constantine was talking nonsense casually.
He knew Thor because he was a frequent visitor to the Holy Mountain, but Hela was also a stranger to him.
 Spider-Man looked in the direction of Constantine's finger, and then his eyes almost popped out like a cartoon character.
 What the hell, Hela, the goddess of death, and Thor, the god of thunder, held hands and walked over in an intimate manner!
Peter Parker remembered that the God of Thunder on his side had a lot of resentment towards Hela.
“I am beginning to doubt your professional status now. I know the lady over there. She is not Sif at all, but Hela!”
Peter Parker grabbed Constantine's tie, shaking it and shouting.
 “I’m just a little dazzled, please calm down.”
Constantine felt like he was about to be strangled to death by the gradually tightening tie.
Immediately stretched out his hand to hold down Spider-Man's arm, but facing an out-and-out super human, he didn't have enough strength to stop this from happening.
"I said, I found some news about Jinbin that you mentioned."
Constantine finally took out something useful in exchange for his own safety.
 His voice attracted Rumlow's attention.
"explain!"
 Luke held down Spider-Man's arm and spoke concisely.
To be continued...