$765 No One Cares, but There Are Always People Who Care!

"It seems you have met Rorschach."

Bulcaisuo guarded the beam of light in front of him and looked at Malthael in front of him with cold eyes.

Malthael appeared on the high-level heaven with injuries on his body!

The blood on his face had not yet been wiped dry, he raised his only remaining arm and waved.

It was as if he was greeting Bulcasso.

“He was better than I thought, so I left death there 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 the source of your idea is great, I won't let you down, and you should know this better than anyone. "

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 something 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 couldn't even beat me.

But do you really think death in this world can be believed?

I still think that 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 had 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.

Power is not truth, but only power can prevent truth from being clouded by falsehoods.

This is something you once told me.

It's also because of what the Prius constantly wants to convey to me.

Malthael, just like I would carry Rorschach.

I can also shoulder 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.

Archangels, Helllords, and Nephalem are all connected.

There are very few top experts who don't have friends at the same level.

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 Jotun Kule's drake voice.

"You, like Tyrael, have no idea what the right future is.

But he stubbornly believes that he is 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 be 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, and even though I am now a human being, I am still the Archangel of Wisdom. "

Malthael said proudly.

“But you lose 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 Izuel?

The reason why Yizuer was corrupted by the burning hell is you! "

Bulcaisel's voice grew louder.

He is angry.

But Bul-Kathos's anger can't affect Masail.

Masail never cares whether his ideas are misunderstood or not, and never cares whether anyone understands his ideas.

Smart people are always more likely to get stuck in a dead end, and they don't even know it.

"Yes, I did it.

It was me who let Izual find an opportunity that he had never found before in the battle, and let him plunge into the Burning Hell.

It was also me who made him lose all his reason in this battle.

It was even me who told all the demon kings of hell that a noble angel fell into hell.

It was also me who let Diablo try to corrupt Izual into a demon.

But why did I do this?

Did Izual do something wrong?

Of course not!

Even you and I know why I did this!

Every archangel knows! Every demon king of hell knows!

But only poor Izual doesn't know.

But I don't regret it at all."

Masail's face showed a bit of fanaticism, and he said this in a decisive manner, without any regret at all.

"Because of Inarius, or destiny."

Bul-Kathos' voice calmed down.

But the anger in silence was increasing!

"Destiny, who knows what destiny is like except Inarius?

I even suspect that Inarius is the will of our creator.

I suspect that destiny is him!

And the birth of Inarius is just an accident among accidents."

Masail smiled, and it was ugly enough!

The wound was completely broken, and blood plasma kept splashing out!

No one opposed Masail's wisdom!

But his madness was also widely recognized!

"I will solve the problem in my own way, and of course, I will solve you when the time is right."

Bul-Kathos turned around and looked at the beam of light in front of him.

I have said enough to Masail.

There is no point in continuing.

Masail just smiled, he didn't care!

What else can a "madman" care about?

It's not that he can't recognize his identity, nor is it that he has deviations from everything about himself.

He just made the decision he thought was the most correct, and for this everyone said he was crazy!

"If there really is such a day, I hope it will be Rorschach who will send me off instead of you, a rude bastard."

Malsail laughed and scolded.

He didn't care!

...

Rorschach was stunned at the ground, looking at the minced meat that could no longer be restored.

To be precise, he was not looking at the puddle of meat paste, but at the Soul Reaper that was emitting a cold breath.

Rorschach had heard a lot about Malsail from the ancestors, and the most mentioned thing was not Malsail's wisdom.

But the Soul Reaper that was quietly placed on the ground.

He fell and swung the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, and then tried to smash the Soul Reaper on the ground.

The action was very casual, as brutal as a blacksmith beating an iron ingot.

Rorschach did not intend to pick up the sickle that represented death itself.

He was a little scared.

Rorschach had tried to use the blood bottle, but the strong vitality did not make his broken arm grow back.

He had been killed, Justice told Rorschach.

But Rorschach did not care too much about it.

Even if he lost an arm, he had nothing to regret.

Even if he could only swing the Hammer of Judgment with one arm, he was countless times stronger than he used to be.

It was because he was born in the mud that he yearned for the light he could see.

It was because he was once as weak as an ant struggling to survive on the ground that he was not unwilling to be injured now.

Only Rorschach could live forever between the past and the present, and his heart had never changed.

"Does this count as a victory over Masail?"

Rorschach said to himself, and then made himself laugh.

Of course he knew that he had not fought with Masail at all.

He also knew that Masail just didn't intend to fight him.

That guy had made up his mind long ago, just like Rorschach had made up his mind not to compromise.

It was because he hurt Masail that he felt Masail's power!

The smell of blood emanating from his body was exactly the same as that of Bul-Kathos!

Although Rorschach didn't understand why Masail didn't intend to fight him, he now had something new to consider.

What if the Hammer of Judgment couldn't smash this annoying Scythe of Souls?

What if the death he knew came in person after a while?

Rorschach was a little worried.

The Scythe of Souls mixed with the flesh and blood of two people was still on the ground, and the Hammer of Judgment finally fell heavily on it.

There was no sound, as if the sound was killed together.

"Death, you are here after all.

I worried a long time ago, what if you contacted Masail from the beginning.

Now it seems that my worry is not worthless."

Rorschach looked up at the figure in a black cloak standing not far away and said.

"In fact, most people's worries can't change the things they worry about to come true, right?

I used to admire you very much, and it is still the same now.

But I will not be like Malthael who does not respond to your attack.

You are still Rorschach, so your life is still under my control.

So now, Mr. Rorschach, can you get out of the way? "

The voice of death was very quiet.

Obviously, a power that originated from her was on the ground, but she didn't care.

Death is not a warrior, but no one can say that he is not strong enough.

At least Rorschach did not have this power at this time.

"Is this what Malthael left for you?

Then why did he let me feel the power of death?

Isn't this telling me that if I can find a way, I will definitely be able to defeat you? "

Rorschach smiled nonchalantly, just as he said these words nonchalantly.

If these words were put on other people, they might guess what Malthael was thinking but would not say it out loud.

This seems to be a bit too dangerous.

But Rorschach did it!

He is not afraid of death.

After he became the superhero Rorschach from an ordinary homeless man, he never cared about his own death.

Death has been following Rorschach like a shadow for a long time.

"A little interesting deal.

You probably can't understand it.

Even if you were born between black and white, there may be few people in the world who believe that white is the truth more than you."

Death said as he walked to the side of the Reaper of Souls.

"Do you need me to help you heal your arm injury? "

Death's voice was somewhat gentle.

As gentle as a mother's...

Even for Rorschach, the voice of death was gentler than his mother's voice...

Most of the time, the mother who fell down made gentle "moans"...

It was a bit sad that Rorschach didn't hate his mother.

But he didn't like his mother's job, and he didn't even have the qualifications to speak up about it...

He was raised by this job, although his life was very difficult...

"No need, I have already made up my mind.

And I don't think this is a bad thing."

Rorschach's voice was no longer full of hostility.

He just watched Death walk to the pool of flesh and blood, watched Death wave his hand to push the minced meat away, and then slowly grabbed the handle of the Reaper of Souls!

"If I were you, I would never do this."

Rorschach seemed to be a little worried.

"It is precisely because you are not me that I do this.

I know Masail has bad intentions, but I don't care. "

Death still did not take off his hood.

He did not appear in front of Rorschach in the form of a skeleton.

Rorschach understood that Death had made a choice.

Although this choice may not have much to do with the struggle between Nephalem and Malthael.

But Rorschach still thought it was dangerous.

"Now, there are three Deaths here."

Death looked at Rorschach, his body shaking violently!

The next moment, the gray light wings spread out behind Death!

A little bit of imperceptible azure light appeared on the black robe!

Just like Dr. Manhattan occupied the body of Isreal!

There is an extra Malthael in the body of Death!

That is the real Angel of Death Malthael!

Not the Archangel of Wisdom who is in the high-level heaven at this time!

Wisdom abandoned Death, and also abandoned the part of itself that was tainted with the origin of Death!