"You have betrayed my trust."

Obadiah crouched in his secret manufacturing factory and spoke stiffly to the scientists.

He'd collected the armor Tony had made when he escaped from the Ten Commandments, and was now working to replicate it.

"We can't provide that energy, this technology ......"

The scientist explained to Obadiah with some embarrassment, but it was clear that it didn't work.

"You guys can't do what Tony did in a humble cave with countless resources."

Obadiah's bald head showed thick forehead lines, and the man was no longer young.

"Mr. Stark is a genius, we are not."

The researcher said with some suppressed anger.

Admitting that you are far inferior to others is never a pleasant experience, but it is true.

There are very few scientists in this world who can compare to Tony Stark.

"Okay, you guys get on working, I'll figure it out when it comes to energy."

Obadiah, a man with a somewhat bloated figure, had a chilling coldness on his face.

Of course, he knew that Tony was a genius, because the Stark Group had developed on the basis of geniuses.

"Boss, the iron man made by Tony has gone to the sky today, haven't you seen it yet?"

Obadiah's headphones heard the voices of his men.

This made Obadiah's mood even worse.

"I'll go and see it."

Obadiah seemed to squeeze the words out of his mouth and then turned and left his manufacturing plant.

If you can't research and develop, then plunder!

This is the philosophy that Obadiah admires most as a successful capitalist.

The man has a different opinion of talent, and he knows that he doesn't have the creative brains of the Starks.

But he has a way that belongs to ordinary people.

Cunning, cruel, decisive and greedy.

In this country, as long as you have these potentials, then there is always a chance to soar.

As long as you catch a creative genius, then he will always be on the cusp.

Tony's announcement of the closure of the weapons research department made him feel like he needed to do something.

At least I can't watch everything I have worked hard for all my life being ruined by a "child".

Even if this decision kills a chicken that lays golden eggs.

……

The snow on the Saint of Harogas was still misty, and Bourkeso looked at Rorschach in front of him with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Rorschach wanted to find out the truth, and Bourquesso was very concerned about the erased memory.

It's just that it's not time yet.

"Justice is never as simple as you think."

Burkesso retracted his voice in a rare way, and said in a low voice.

Tyrrell, Archangel of Justice.

A majestic and bright figure.

It's like the stubbornness of the other archangels.

Who can always be right about the existence of the personification of rules?

Tyrell's justice, and Prius's courage, have long ceased to be flawless.

Besides, Tyrell is an enemy to the barbarians.

"I want to know the truth."

Rorschach walked up to Bourkeso, and for the first time took the initiative to communicate.

Until then, Rorschach had always been silent about Bourquetso's arrangement, and although Bourcheso never explained much, he had no doubt that he had come to this day.

"Don't try to fool me when I get it, everything you have to offer shows your purpose."

Rorschach wasn't going to listen to Bourqueso's vague statements, all he wanted was the truth.

In these days of contact, it was enough for Rorschach to make his own judgment.

Bourkeso looked up, his eyes flickering and confused.

Twinkle in the eyes of a savage is rare.

And the confusion is a description that at first glance has no connection with this group.

"You're scared."

Bourkeso hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly.

A cowering Rorschach made him a little dissatisfied, and Bourquesso couldn't figure out why Rorschach was afraid.

He didn't tell anyone that the world was about to face the threat of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell.

"Yes, I'm scared. Everything you do is dangerous and uncontrollable. ”

Not far away, Bruce Wayne was watching the exchange of Bourkeso on the Rorscha River.

He was in a position where he could hear the conversation.

"No one will give without a cause, and a barbarian is not a saint, but will have compassion for all the miserable. Just like that dream, neither you nor we are people who wantonly show kindness. ”

Rorschach looked at Bourqueso, very resolute.

The barbarians that Rorschach saw were more like executors of justice and spokesmen of courage.

This group will not weep because of the disaster, but will only silently step on a battlefield.

Rorschach stood still, as if he didn't get the truth, he preferred to stand here like a sculpture.

He thought more about the images that Harrogas had than Rumlow could have imagined.

The heroes of the group who fought so as not to be killed could not convince Rorschach of such reasons.

It's just a simple battle picture, and it doesn't mean much to Rorschach.

There are so few stories that can be told in a short picture.

And fear always comes from not understanding, and he can't understand the strength of Bourkeso.

"I don't remember."

Bourkeso pulled out the wine and poured it into his mouth, he was bored.

Rorschach's worries had been his worries before, but he had only stopped caring about them since.

Every day is spent in constant battles, and occasionally in the face of the danger of death.

In that case, people will always forget something, and thinking about it will only lead to death.

Rorschach stood in front of Bourkeso's eyes without saying a word, just quietly looking at Bourkeso.

"I'm curious, too."

Wayne walked up to Bourkesso and stood side by side with Rorschach, who had spoken to him the most these days.

"Wayne!"

Colick walked over and grabbed Wayne by the shoulder to take him away.

The Three Patriarchs knew most of the life of Bourkeso, but he only knew about the existence of the secret that only Vorusk and Bourkeso himself knew.

Barbarians don't probe into other people's secrets, because that has no value.

It's as if Vader never asks Lecco what she thinks when she loses her lover.

The specific content is unknown to no one except the parties.

The Three Ancestors only knew that after that day, Bourkeso had the light wings of courage, but that was all there was to it.

Wayne grabbed Colic's strong wrist with his backhand, he knew that his strength couldn't stop Colik from doing it, but this was an attitude of resistance, and it had nothing to do with whether he could do it or not.

Wayne stared at the other party with a resolute gaze, he was grateful to the barbarians for giving him a powerful opportunity, but he couldn't accept it calmly.

"If you want to know the 'truth' you say, go to the secret realm! I can't really remember anything else. ”

Bourkeso stood up and walked towards the Elder Temple.

The figure is still high-spirited, and he doesn't care about questioning him.

There is no need for a mutually difficult conversation to continue, and this time is more valuable than an argument to look at the blue sky.

"Kolik, tell me what you know."

Instead of staring at Bourkeso, Wayne turned to talk to Colick.

His hand was still on Kolik's wrist and didn't let go.

Not far away, Cassius watched what was happening here with a contemptuous smile.

No one can force barbarians to do what they don't want to do, and people in this world are used to it.

"Who do you think you are?"

Colick let go of the arm that was gripping Wayne's shoulder, withdrew his hand from Wayne's hand, and clasped his hands to his chest.

Compared to Maddock's straightforward style, Colick is a mild one.

At least he won't do it because of someone else's questioning of Bourkeso,

"I just want to know the truth, and according to Rumlow, it seems too easy for us to get this opportunity."

Wayne looked at Colik in front of him with a determined expression, there are not only barbarians in this world who will not compromise.

Colick's beard was shaking, what could he say?

Tell these recruits that even the Demon Regulars can't defeat that they're about to face an enemy beyond their imagination?

"You think it's easy to get this opportunity?"

Colic wanted to laugh a little.

For a person like Wayne who climbed the Holy Mountain in one go, the test of the Holy Mountain was indeed not difficult.

But it is not so easy to get the approval of the ancestors.

You must know that there is a special existence on the Holy Mountain, the old general Quarkek!

In the original world, there were countless beings who wanted to become barbarians every year, and they did not have the opportunity to do so now.

These little creatures who bypass Qualkirk's training are just a part of the barbarians' feedback to this world.

The arrival of the sacred mountain of Harogas is not as simple as breaking into an empty house.

Most of the barbarians who had been powdered by the advent of Masayr had only been taught by Qualkek.

"Rorschach, you and Wayne come with me."

Kolik gave the two men a deep look, and then walked in the direction of the gate of the holy mountain.

As the chosen gatekeepers of the Holy Mountain, the Three Ancestors could show something to others.

For example, an afterimage with some of the powers of the Seven Demon Kings.

It's like Anda Curgas's dream that emerges in hell, the picture of the Seven Demon Kings!

The incarnation of the rules that can feel the burning sensation just by looking at it is not that simple.

Colik hates trouble, so he decides to show the two skeptical boys what they're going to face next.

Although these boys will eventually understand as the trial deepens, it is also good to tell them in advance so that they can become stronger with peace of mind.

Rorschach glanced at Bourkeso's back, still standing still.

Non-violent non-cooperation can be regarded as his stubbornness.

Wayne tugged on Rorschach's arm, and Collick grabbed Rorschach's belt as if he were carrying a chicken.

Then walk towards the gate of the Holy Mountain.