This means that Rorschach is gradually adapting to the energy in his body.
There is no need to count the demons who died under the hammer of judgment along the way. Anyway, the quantifiers of "one" and "one" will become "a pool" in the end.
No one other than the Nephalem would take the initiative to count the number of demons they have killed.
"Are you okay Rorschach?"
Constantine sounded with a crazy voice.
However, Rorschach didn't even think about turning around.
He doesn't like Constantine, even though Constantine has always been the most determined person in saving mankind.
"Don't be so cold, I just felt your breath so I came to say hello.
Why, looking at you like this, you must have sensed the aura of that giant creature approaching the earth, right?"
Constantine followed Rorschach like a piece of dog-skin plaster, chattering constantly.
These words made Rorschach stop in his tracks, because Constantine was right.
"Do you know what existence that breath comes from?" Rorschach asked.
"Of course, although that guy is probably not an acquaintance of you or me, it's okay, I know who he is."
Seeing that Rorschach was interested in this topic, Constantine took up the topic.
He casually took out a cigarette and put it into his mouth, then raised his chin towards Rorschach.
He meant to ask Rorschach to light a cigarette for him.
Rorschach just frowned and waved the hammer of judgment in his hand casually.
Then the high temperature generated by the friction of the air burned the cigarette in Constantine's mouth.
"Tsk, you really have a bad temper. Perhaps it should be said that it is a natural fit for you to become a barbarian?"
Constantine spit out the remaining cigarette butt, then took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth.
This time he took out the lighter himself...
"Let's get down to business, I don't have much time to wrangle with you!"
Rorschach's tone became more serious, he indeed had a bad temper.
Especially when facing those "bad guys".
At this time, Rorschach was righteous, and he could easily observe the scumbag smell in Constantine.
At this point, he hadn't hit Constantine with a hammer directly, he was already restraining himself.
"Okay, okay, I know that most people with bad tempers are impatient.
That guy is called Galactus or Galactus. Of course he is not a bad guy, I think you can feel it.
He was just hungry and looking for food normally."
Constantine pulled up the corners of his mouth slightly.
This is the truth, animals need to be fed when they are hungry.
Do you mean that all lions and tigers that are hunted are evil? Don’t be ridiculous, that’s the law of nature.
For Galactus, eating planets is just a natural law.
Just as it is normal for hunters to hunt, beings who are treated as prey are naturally qualified to resist hunters, right?
This is information that Constantine spent a lot of effort to find, and he even personally verified the authenticity of the information.
So Constantine didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.
"You're wrong, of course it's normal to look for food, but that Swallowing Star is not just looking for food.
The breath contained in his body is full of evil under the perception of justice."
Rorschach said a little stiffly.
He didn't lie. The things he sensed from Galactus were inextricably linked, and many of them pointed to the Archangel and the Demon God.
Rorschach didn't think Constantine was lying, he was just telling Constantine how wrong the information was.
"Tsk, this is a bit difficult to handle. It seems that there are a lot of things happening over there that I don't know about.
But it doesn’t matter, it’s just a small adjustment to the plan, a hungry madman is much more difficult to deal with than a person with a task to do.”
Constantine took a deep drag on the cigarette, then blew a smoke ring towards Rorschach.
Rorschach looked on expressionlessly, then continued walking.
The place he is going to is where Galactus is going to land. Things like justice are often said to be nosy.
But this is also the greatest point about the power of justice, because justice never escapes sacrifice and sacrifice.
Rorschach himself was also very satisfied with this.
"Rorschach, I still like your mask that always changes its pattern. I mean it."
Constantine shouted behind Rorschach.
Rorschach just raised the hammer of judgment in his hand, not knowing what he meant.
Maybe he didn't mean anything...
"Tsk tsk, Dr. Manhattan is completely dead. What does this information mean to you?"
Constantine deliberately whispered very quietly, knowing that Rorschach would be able to hear it.
Rorschach's footsteps only paused for a moment, and then continued walking.
"Has justice changed you? Or have you changed justice? I'm curious about the answer to this question, but I know where to look for the answer."
Constantine took out a dagger and opened the portal to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
He knew that Bulcaisuo happened not to be there right now, but that didn't mean that there were no insiders on the holy mountain of Harrogas.
He always has a way of getting what he wants, whether it's information or cigarettes.
Of course, the same goes for teammates.
This time he happened to need a teammate, and the next thing he had to do was somewhat dangerous.
Rorschach was still walking silently, completely ignoring the situation on Constantine's side.
Justice may sometimes be lonely, but the dim stars will eventually shine, and so will justice.
Justice will not wait for others to call it, but its power is still somewhat flawed for the time being.
He will always come, and he is always on the way.
"Jon? He died long ago. Doctor Manhattan just inherited Jon's body."
After Constantine's figure completely disappeared, Rorschach slowly spoke.
It's just that he didn't turn around, otherwise he might have been able to see tears in Rorschach's eyes.
Chapter completed!