Rorschach stood silently, looking at the snowy peaks in front of him, a little speechless.
 How much despair he had in the previous battle, so how much thinking he has now.
 For example, problems such as whether humans can really resist demons that are powerful enough to bring despair.
 “Rorschach, are you ready?”
Thor said this with a hearty smile.
 He knew some of Rorschach’s previous experiences.
 When he and Volusk met for the last time, Volusk mentioned a few words about this incident, so Thor talked about it.
 He stretched out his big hand and patted Rorschach on the shoulder.
 In the Holy Land of Harrogas, only Rorschach appears to have a slightly closer relationship with him.
But he doesn’t care much.
The crown prince of Asgard is used to being aloof and arrogant. Only those he recognizes will become friends.
 Power is not the most important factor, but Thor will not deny the role of power.
“I have made all the preparations I should have, but have I ever had the chance to choose?”
Rorschach said with his mouth open.
 The nut hammer on his waist kept flashing.
Matthew stood silently with Spider-Man, observing this somewhat lonely guy.
“By the way, what did you encounter in the battle before?”
Rorschach asked as if changing the subject, and looked at Hela next to Thor.
The aura on Hela's body made Rorschach a little uncomfortable.
“I met a powerful demon, and besides the fact that I didn’t really experience death, I seemed to understand everything a warrior should know on the battlefield.”
Thor said vaguely.
 Then he sat next to the campfire and took out a loaf of black bread to bake.
Who knows if he really intends to eat this thing, anyway, it will have no effect if he warms it up.
“I never thought that humans would face such a difficult guy.”
General Ross stared at the red giant and walked up to him. Compared to guys like Luke who were more like street gangsters, he still preferred to have a favorable impression of these people who talked less but took the battle seriously.
“I never thought that there are such monsters among humans.”
Rorschach lifted his belt in an inelegant manner.
“In order to face monsters, you have to sacrifice something. I think it’s good.”
Ross said this, and his red muscles trembled.
 Beside him was an axe, which looked like it was stained with a lot of demon blood.
 “Speaking without meaning.”
Rorschach made his own judgment, and then looked at Leah who was talking to the ancestors.
 Seems a little curious.
“I’m just saying, the prize will definitely not be just a little bit, right?”
Constantine's figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
Hung a few shining legends on his body, he looked like a nouveau riche.
 He patted Steve's back vigorously, with a strange smile on his face.
“Constantine, I have heard about you from others, and I think it would be best if we keep a little distance.”
 Steve still had his shield in his hand, but it was now a puddle of fragments.
 Wayne finally appeared without saying a word, and then walked in the direction of Tony.
“Don’t be so jealous, okay? I saved your life from Diavolo, and you almost didn’t get to see the final prize, okay?”
Constantine spoke loudly, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him.
Hearing this, the new recruits who had left early turned their attention.
 “What’s wrong? Am I right?”
Constantine had a fox-like expression on his face and said with a smile.
 He is very concerned about the power of legend.
 But an obvious problem is that his body is simply unable to use these legendary equipment.
  It would be a bit of a joke for an ordinary person's physical ability to wield a heavy weapon that would only be used by barbarians.
“My harvest can be handed over to you, but I need some comrades, at least in some crises, you can help me.”
Constantine achieved his goal and stated his conditions loudly.
 It is a very cost-effective thing to use legendary equipment that you don’t need to get some powerful helpers.
Rumlow lit a cigar silently and sat there without saying a word.
 He was not interested in Constantine's invitation.
Even though this bastard always does the right thing, Constantine is not a very good friend or employer.
“Probably no one will come and be tricked by you, Constantine, you’d better find a way to replace the legendary things you don’t need with other things.
 At least converting it into gold coins will make your life less embarrassing."
 Steve spoke softly, as if he was worried that Constantine would be traumatized.
“You can go to Rasuk and ask him to help you break down the equipment into materials. At least your lame spells can get better casting materials.”
Burkeso strode over and spoke to Constantine meaningfully.
 When Constantine delayed Diavolo a little before, Bulcaisso had somewhat changed his opinion of him.
Although you won’t become nice all of a sudden, it’s okay to provide some suggestions.
Madoc walked up to him with a stinky face, picked up Luke who was watching the excitement by the back of his neck, and walked away.
  Luke is his only heir, so Madoc needs to do something to make this silly boy more mature.
 At least mature enough not to be crushed by Jessica in bed.
Kotur will take good care of Jessica, and even the glory of Orak's God of War will be entrusted to Jessica at the right time if nothing unexpected happens.
 The tempers of barbarians are not very good. The one who is not strong enough after marriage will definitely not have the right to choose.
 Domestic violence?
 Savages do not use violence against their loved ones.
 Most of the time, there will be some harmless competition between the two parties to decide who cooks and washes the dishes.
 Such as throwing weapons, weapon slashing, secret realm racing and other contests.
 No matter how bad things get, there will be a fight or something like that.
 The one who is not strong enough basically has to be busy with family affairs every day.
 Because only the stronger side can continue to fight the devil on the battlefield.
 Those who are weak should be protected at home.
Jessica, who has inherited the bloodline of the Big Bear, will definitely be in a leading position in terms of strength.
 The heir of the majestic Madoc is actually not qualified to set foot on the battlefield?
 This is something Maddock cannot accept!
“Ancestor Madok, what are you planning to do?”
Luke was struggling like a toad, waving his limbs.
 Jessica watched silently with a smile squeezed out of sadness.
To be continued...