"Tell me, there is something else I don't know here. I don't want to miss this secret."
Rorschach squinted at Warusk, who was laughing strangely, a little impatiently.
His temper is almost completely worn away, and when faced with a group of unreasonable guys, his persistence always seems funny and embarrassing.
“The secret realm will take some time to prepare, so you don’t have to look forward to it. Believe me, you won’t like that battle.”
 Worusk said without raising his head.
The Rorschach diary in his hand was like a suspense, which made Warusk find it quite interesting.
 Even the original purpose of his appearance was temporarily put behind his mind.
 “A fight that no one will look forward to? What’s the point?”
Rorschach stood beside his corpse with a strange expression.
 A meaningless battle?
This expression makes Rorschach feel a little strange.
 For survival or to implement one's own will, these are the reasons for fighting.
 But fighting for no reason was a bit difficult for Rorschach to understand.
  Simply don’t think about it, time will always bring the answer, and of course there will be forgetting.
“Instead of focusing on that, you owe me an explanation.”
　　Rorschach kicked his own corpse with his own hands, and a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart.
 Hit yourself?
 Sounds like something is wrong.
 Just like the guy who pestered him and was thrown out of the elevator.
 “Explain? You mean Joe Ritz?”
 Worusk finally moved his eyes away from the diary in his hand.
A pair of copper-bell-like eyes looked at Rorschach, with an air of contempt and ridicule about him.
 The barbarian’s explanation is another bad joke.
 Just like the recruits back then when they heard Cormac shouting "Holy Light, have you seen the enemy in front of you?"
 At first, some people regarded this voice as a reminder, but after many recruits almost died when they heard this sentence, this sentence became a bit gritty.
“I just want to let you know what we are facing. Everything around you may become an enemy. Can you still unswervingly chop off the heads of your acquaintances?”
 Worusk suddenly thought of Leiko, and he was not sure whether Leiko would do the right thing.
But he didn’t dare to think deeply about whether it would be a tragic ending, so it would be better to stop here.
“That’s not an explanation, Volusk.”
Rorschach's soul stared at Warusk and said in a cold tone.
 What is this? Perfunctory?
Rorschach continued: "We should know the truth!"
 There were bursts of angry flames in the soul.
“Yes, it looks like he finally has some of the spirit of Bulcaisel back then, that’s good, boy!”
 Worusk closed the diary in his hand and walked to Rorschach.
 Still contemptuous, but his tone seemed a little wavering.
“Haven’t you noticed the difference in your soul?
 After inheriting the blood of Bul-Katho, your soul has become a complete Nephalem, and ordinary human souls cannot continue to exist in this environment."
 “So? This is still not the answer I want.”
Rorschach was a little impatient, and the angry flames on his body suddenly expanded in a circle.
“Young man, that secret realm is a grand bet, and the bet is an opportunity to become a god.
 And you are our back-up player in the gamble. If we lose, you will become another Bulcaisuo, standing in his current position, fighting those things with your own life and will."
Worusk's voice was neither fast nor slow. Although he was very serious, he didn't seem to care much.
 Worusk believed Bulkesso would not fail.
 Because the guy with this name has never been completely defeated.
 The seed of hope? That is just a last choice.
“Allow me to interrupt, was it possible that Bulcaisso had no choice but to embark on a dangerous path back then?”
Rorschach frowned and spoke, seeming to have some pity for Bulcaisuo in his words.
 Or perhaps Rorschach, who still didn’t understand all this, didn’t understand what kind of determination this was.
“What are you pitying for? Will you shrink back when you know the road ahead is filled with death?
 You can’t, so how can Bulcasso shrink back?
 As for the answer you want, I will tell you now!
Joriz said that he was a barbarian who challenged fate. In fact, Leiko was the first one, but he just failed."
 Worusk paused for a moment, seeming to organize his words.
He needs to search for the things about Joe Ritz from his memory.
That's a little too long ago.
But fortunately, he didn't have to explain to Rochado about Leiko. Rocha was the heir of Bulcaisuo, and his soul could naturally receive messages from other ancestors when he left his body.
I have to say that this is a very convenient ability, but information is not experience, otherwise it would be too convenient.
Worusk continued speaking quickly. Rorschach had already accepted the information. As for reading it, it was better to wait until the matter was over.
“What Leiko’s soul lacks is only a small fragment, but if the soul is incomplete, it is incomplete. Leiko became a loser because of what Joriz did!
 Under my witness.
 And your death is just to let you understand what you are going to face.
Do you still think that bastard Tyrael is the righteous savior now? After your soul feels the protection of this holy mountain?"
 Worusk’s words were not too much, and Rorschach immediately began to reflect.
Rorschach did not realize that his soul became so obedient in front of Volusk.
 Although it is a less than fair method, the reputation of the Immortal King is still good.
Besides, Bulcaisel is still here, and the will of the Immortal King will not be accepted by all barbarians without reason.
 “Justice is wrong?”
Rorschach spoke vaguely, but this sentence made Warusk want to laugh from the bottom of his heart.
“Justice is always justice, there is no right or wrong.
 But Tyrael only represents justice in his perception.
So tell me, is it wrong to hold on to your beliefs?”
 Worusk patted the diary in his hand on top of Rorschach's body.
 Bursts of light began to emanate from Rorschach's soul.
Rorschach finally understood what it was like for Tyrell to have justice everywhere.
 Worusk's eyes showed some satisfaction, his efforts were not in vain after all.
“Yes! That’s it! Bul-Katho chose you not just because you have a Tyrael in your soul.
You are very similar to Bulcaisel, he is the judgment, and you are part of the justice of this world.
 Only in this way can it be used as a strong prison and the way to become a god can be seen!"
 Worusk said with some excitement.
To be continued...