But why should I do this?
Did Yizuer do something wrong?
of course not!
Even you and I know why I do this!
Every Archangel knows it! Every Hell Demon knows it too!
But only poor Yizuer didn't know.
But I don’t regret it at all.”
There was a bit of fanaticism on Malthael's face. He said these words categorically and without any regrets.
"Because of Inaris, or destiny."
Bulqueso's voice calmed down.
But the silent anger is increasing dramatically!
"Fate, who knows what fate is like except Inaris?
I even doubt that Inaris is the will of our Creator.
I suspect fate is his!
And the birth of Inaris was just an accident within an accident."
Malthael smiled, and his smile was ugly enough!
The wound was completely broken open, and blood was constantly splashing out!
Malthael's wisdom is unobjectionable!
But his madness is also widely recognized!
"I will solve the problem in my own way, and of course, I will solve it for you when the time is right."
Bulcaisel turned around and looked at the beam of light in front of him.
Enough talking with Malthael.
There is no point in continuing.
Malthael just smiled, he didn't care!
What else does a "madman" care about?
It is not that he is unable to recognize his own identity, nor is he biased in everything about himself.
He just made what he thought was the right decision, and for this everyone said he was crazy!
"If such a day comes, I hope it will be Rorschach who gives me the last ride instead of you, a rude bastard."
Malthael laughed and cursed.
He doesn't care!
…
At this time, Luo Xia looked at the minced meat on the ground that could not be recovered and was stunned.
To be precise, he was not looking at the puddle of meat paste, but at the Reaper of Souls, which was exuding a cold aura.
Rorschach heard a lot about Malthael from the mouths of those ancestors, and the most mentioned thing among them was not Malthael's wisdom.
It was the Reaper of Souls that was lying calmly on the ground.
Luo Luo swung the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, and then tried to hit the Reaper of Souls on the ground.
His movements were very casual, as arrogant as a blacksmith hammering an iron ingot.
Rorschach had no intention of picking up the scythe, which represented death itself.
He was a little frightened.
Rorschach had already tried using a blood bottle, but the powerful vitality did not make his broken arm grow back.
That has been killed, Justice told Rorschach.
But Rorschach didn't pay too much attention to this matter.
Even if he is missing an arm, he has nothing to regret.
Even if he can only wield the Hammer of Judgment with one arm, he is countless times more powerful than he was before.
Precisely because he was born in the mud, he longs for the light he can see.
It is precisely because he was once as weak as an ant struggling to survive on the ground that he is now not unwilling to be injured.
Only Rorschach can live forever between the past and the present, and there has never been any change in his heart.
"Does this count as defeating Malthael?"
Rorschach said to himself, and then laughed to himself.
Of course he knew that he was not fighting Malthael at all.
It was also clear that Malthael just didn't intend to fight him.
That guy had already made up his mind, just like Rorschach had made up his mind and would never compromise.
It was precisely because he hurt Malthael that he felt Malthael's power!
The smell of blood emanating from the body is exactly the same as Bulcasso!
Although Rorschach didn't understand why Malthael didn't plan to fight him, he now had new things to consider.
What if the Hammer of Judgment cannot crush this pesky Reaper of Souls?
What if a moment later the Death he knew arrived in person?
Rorschach was a little worried.
The Reaper of Souls mixed with the flesh and blood of the two people was still on the ground, and the Hammer of Judgment finally struck hard on it.
There was no sound, as if he had been killed along with the sound.
"Death, you are still here.
I have been worried about what would happen if you contacted Malthael from the beginning.
Now it seems that my worries are not worthless."
Rorschach raised his head and looked at the figure in a black cloak standing not far away.
"In fact, most people's worries can't change what they worry about coming true, right?
I admired you very much before, and I still do the same now.
But I won't face your attacks like Malthael without any response.
You are still Rorschach, so your life is still under my control.
So now, Mr. Rorschach, can you get out of the way?"
The sound of death is very quiet.
It was clear that an authority that had the same origin as her existed on earth, but she didn't care.
Death is not a warrior, but no one can say that he is not strong enough.
At least Rorschach doesn't have this power at this time.
"Is this what Malthael left for you specifically?
Then why does he want me to feel the power of death?
Doesn't this tell me that if I can find a way, I will definitely be able to defeat you?"
Rorschach smiled nonchalantly, as if he said these words nonchalantly.
If these words were said to other people, they might have guessed Malthael's thoughts and not speak out.
This seems like something a little too dangerous.
But that’s what Rorschach did!
To be continued...