And you, 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 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 sarcasm.
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 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 it would be better not to grow again next year?"
Rorschach's words sounded full of sarcasm!
Although if these words just look like they are 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 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 azure 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 lift 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 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!"
A sound like a huge copper bell being rung!
Malthael heard such noises more than once when he appeared in the Sky Temple.
Monks can always hear this sound 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!
“So gorgeous!”
Malthael let out a trembling voice of praise!
The phantom of the round giant hammer in his sight was struck 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!
It’s not human justice! It’s not the justice of an archangel either!
It is not, and will never be, the devil's justice!
Just! Justice for life!”
Rorschach spoke faster and faster, and the more he spoke, the more high-spirited he became!
"Mathael, 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 into minced meat and mixed them together!
Among the minced meat is the handle of the Reaper of Souls!
At this time! Death... is 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, and his figure swayed 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 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 is just like a hood worn by an ordinary person. It is slipping off under such 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, he could still see his extremely handsome face...
Only full of 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.
To be continued...