Burqaso guarded the light beam in front of him and looked at Malthael in front of him with cold eyes as he spoke.
Malthael appeared on the high-level heaven with injuries on his body!
The blood on his face had not yet been wiped dry, so he raised his only remaining arm and waved.
It was as if he was saying hello to Bulcaisel.
"He was better than I thought, so I left death in that place for the time being.
Do you really think death will use this opportunity to become who he was again?
Ahem~ I mean the guy you picked is better than expected."
Malthael coughed twice, and blood began to ooze from the broken bridge of his nose.
"Why did you choose this method to save Inaris?
Even though I know that the source of your idea is great, I won't just hold back, and you should know this better than anyone else."
Bulcaisel looked Malthael up and down.
The conversation between the two seemed like reminiscing about old times.
"Of course, of course...
No one should willingly endure things they don't want to do.
Even death is always fair.
It’s just that you really think I’m going to give you much of a chance?”
Malthael moved the muscles on Dong's face as if he was trying to force a smile.
The wound on a face burst open again, looking a little more ferocious.
“When have you ever given someone a choice?
If you give me the qualification to think, I am indeed grateful.
But when you killed my compatriots and stood in front of me, we had no way out.
Malthael, you didn't stop Tyrael back then, and you shouldn't stop me now."
Burqaso just looked at Malthael in front of him, and could faintly detect some anger in him.
"It doesn't matter, even if death becomes an archangel, it will not be your opponent.
He can't even defeat me.
But do you really think death in this world can be believed?
I still think your trust in Rorschach is inexplicable."
Malthael wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve.
His movements were sloppy and casual, and there was no clue that this guy was the wise archangel who almost destroyed all the Nephalem.
"Trust is always valuable, but my trust alone doesn't have that much value.
I can trust anyone to fix any problems that may arise.
Strength is not truth, but only strength can prevent truth from being shrouded in falsehoods.
This is what you once told me.
It's also because of what the Prius constantly wants to convey to me.
Malthael, just like I am willing to carry Rorschach.
I can also bear your failures.
As long as you stop now."
There was a bit of impatience in Bulkesso's eyes.
A world is very big, but for the beings at the top, the world is also smaller than imagined.
At least that's the case for Bulkesso and the others.
Archangel, Hell Demon and Nephalem, they are all connected.
There are very few top strong men who don't have friends of the same level at all.
Bulcaisel and Malthael were hostile, but after abandoning their stance, the relationship between the two was pretty good.
Just like between Bulcaisel and Imprius.
"Angels don't need to grow from weak to strong like humans, so I can't understand everything you see.
What I wanted from the beginning was for the whole world to be as peaceful as I wanted it to be.
But you hope that everyone can live proudly with their heads held high.
You can see the scenery I see, but you are unwilling to admit it.
Then why are you trying to persuade me to stop?
Just because there is a Udi XA in your heart?
Or is it because when you lose fear, you also lose awe?"
Malthael was really mocking.
It's just that his sarcasm is much better than Jordan Kule's drake voice.
"You, like Tyrael, have no idea what the right future is.
But you still stubbornly believe that you are right. This is ridiculous!"
"You are different from every Nephalem I have ever met!
You see what you think the future is, but you insist that the world will become the kind of future you want.
Isn't this ridiculous?
Burcasso, put away your kindness!
As a person you see another person covered in scars, so you naturally feel pain.
But you forget that your pity has no value to me.
I am Malthael, even if I transform into a human at this time, I am still the Archangel of Wisdom."
Malthael said proudly.
"But you have lost the power that wisdom should hold.
Courage exists for hope, and justice needs your guidance.
But wisdom and hope have lost the objects they can rely on.
Did it all start with the birth of Inaris?
Or did it start when Inarius was thrown into the Burning Hell by you, trying to let the Hell Demon corrupt him into a guy like Izul?
The reason why Yizuer was corrupted by the burning hell is you!"
Bulcaisel's voice grew louder.
He is angry.
Just Bulkatho's anger has nothing to do with Malthael.
Malthael never cared about whether his thoughts were misunderstood, and he never cared about whether anyone understood his thoughts.
Smart people are always more likely to get into trouble without knowing it.
"Yes, I did it.
It was I who allowed Yizuer to find an opportunity that he had never found before in the battle, and made him plunge into the burning hell.
It was me who made him lose all reason in this kind of battle.
I was the one who even told all the demon kings of hell that a noble angel fell into hell.
Or should I let Diavolo try to corrupt Izul into a demon?
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!
He is not afraid of death.
After he became the superhero Rorschach from an ordinary homeless person, he never cared about his own death.
Death has long been with Rorschach.
"An interesting deal.
You probably can't understand it.
Even if you are born between black and white, there may be few people in the world who believe that white is the truth more than you."
Death spoke and walked to the edge of the Reaper of Souls.
"Do you need me to help you treat your arm injury?"
The voice of death is somewhat gentle.
Gentle like a mother...
Even for Rorschach, the voice of death is gentler than his mother's voice...
Most of the time, the fallen mother gives out gentle "moans"...
It's a bit sad that Rorschach doesn't hate his mother.
But he doesn't like his mother's profession, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to speak about it...
He was raised by this profession, although his life was very difficult...
"No need, I have already made up my mind.
And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
Rorschach's voice was no longer full of hostility.
He just watched Death walk up to the pool of flesh and blood, watch Death wave his hand to push the minced meat away, and then slowly grab the handle of the Reaper of Souls!
"I would never do this if I were you."
Rorschach seemed to be speaking with a bit of worry.
"It is precisely because you are not me that I do this.
I know Malthael has bad intentions, but I don't care."
Death still has not shed its hood.
He did not appear in front of Rorschach as a skeleton.
Rorschach understood that death had made its choice.
Although this choice may not have much to do with the struggle between the Nephalem and Malthael.
But Rorschach still thinks this is dangerous.
"Now, here are three dead."
Death looked at Rorschach, his body trembling violently!
The next moment, the gray wings of light unfolded behind death!
On that pitch-black robe, there was a tiny bit of undetectable azure light!
Just like Dr. Manhattan has taken over Israel's body!
In the body of death, there is an extra piece of Malthael!
That is the real Angel of Death, Malthael!
Not the Archangel of Wisdom who is currently in high heaven!
Wisdom abandons death, and also abandons the part of oneself that is contaminated with the origin of death!