"That's enough."

Orac stood in front of Jessica, who was still breathing, the wounds on the sides of her neck bubbling with blood.

Orlac, who appeared in his secret realm himself, defied convention, but no one would say anything.

Every ancestor has this kind of power, and if an ancestor can't control everything in his secret realm, that's a joke.

But when an ancestor chooses to do so, it means that he loses the opportunity to choose an heir again.

The Holy Mountain will no longer tell him that a certain recruit is a good fit for his character.

Because under normal circumstances, the ancestors who choose to do so confirm who their heirs are, and even if the heirs die later, they will not change.

But that's not the case for Orlac.

The death of the chosen heir represents the glory of this ancestor.

But Orac didn't care about that, he always thought that he didn't need an heir to continue his legend, and it was more important for this kind of thing to be smooth.

Even if he lost the opportunity to recommend an heir from the Holy Mountain, he didn't care much.

The barbarian didn't need a god of war to turn the tide for a long time, he couldn't be more sure of that.

The barbarians have long passed the most difficult times.

Vorusk was active in the years before Vorusk became the Immortal King, and after the death of Vorak and Banar, Vorusk was born, leading the barbarians to their second peak.

Since then, the barbarians have gained a foothold in the sanctuary and will no longer be almost extinct because of the presence of demons.

"Brown~"

Jessica's gasping body let out a heaviest gasp, and her eyes widened as the walking corpse that wasn't dead stretched out its claws and scratched off half of Jessica's face.

The walking corpse, impaled through the throat, unleashed an effective attack in front of Orrac. This kind of strange appearance with some faint immortality is not easy to match.

"Have you made your decision?"

Instead of dealing with the walking corpse, Orac said as he looked at Jessica, who was grinning as if she was grinning.

His beard had been cut off by Banar in the previous battle, and now he looked a little embarrassed, but it was better than Jessica, who was only half a shoulder left.

Orak changed his mind a little after the fight with Banar, after all, Banar had been with him for two thousand years, and even if he didn't like Banar's nonsense, he would respect his friends.

"He~"

Jessica made a somewhat disgusting sound as if she had a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in her throat.

By this time, she may have lost consciousness, and only instinctively responded to Orlac's question.

With most of my lungs gone, it's hard to just breathe.

"I don't like you because you have innocent blood on your body."

Orac sat on the ground strewn with corpses, glanced into Jessica's eyes, and spoke.

Then the walking corpse attacked again, but this time its arm was bitten by Jessica.

Rancid juice burst out of the walking corpse's arms, obscuring Jessica's face, and many of it spilled into the esophagus along Jessica's bite and then spilled out of the ground.

"I've always disliked the prodigal son's script, because it means that the opinions of the victims are ruthlessly ignored."

Orac looked at Jessica, who was biting the arm of the walking corpse, and said unhurriedly.

"Why should the good have to forgive the perpetrator? Even after death, can someone forgive them in their place? ”

"Why should someone like you have the mercy of Bourkesso and let me give you a chance?"

"Why do you get the opportunity that the good ones don't get until they die?"

"Can you tell me?"

Orac looked at Jessica, who was still clenching the arm of the walking corpse in front of him, and his tone was flat.

But his voice grew louder and louder, until the last question, and the entire labyrinth slowly shook under the momentum of Orak.

The thin cracks widened with his voice.

Jessica let out a series of whines, unable to open her mouth to avoid being attacked again by the walking corpses.

The uncovered eyes were swollen with tears, diluting the rancid juice that flowed into the eyes.

Tears may be the only weapon Jessica can take out at this time, what else can she do when she is only half a small body?

"I can end your fold at any time, I just want to know why you let Banar fight me at the expense of fighting?"

Orak said slowly with doubts, he could understand what Banal cared about, but he didn't know why it was Jessica's body that broke out in the conflict.

Jessica gradually loses her strength, and the walking corpse's arm is detached from her teeth.

"I'd like to eat the food you prepared again, the previous leg was covered in the pus of the walking corpse. I don't even want to remember the smell. ”

Jessica regained some consciousness and reluctantly said this long sentence, although she felt quite free, but the eyes that were still tearful revealed the hope of the living.

The walking corpse's sharp claws broke out of control, and then swung at her face, piercing Jessica's eye socket directly, popping her eyeballs alive.

"Tell me why?"

Orac said coldly as if he hadn't heard Jessica's call or seen Jessica's pierced eyes.

He didn't want the answer before, but a reason.

"I want to live, I want to live like a person!"

Jessica's voice became faint, like a phantom sound in her ears, like a mosquito.

"Then remember the name of every innocent who dies at your hands! They want to live too! ”

The wind brought by Orlac's wave crushed the walking corpse and returned to the sacred mountain of Harogas with Jessica's inhuman body.

Orac appeared in front of Luke with Jessica and threw the dying girl into Luke's arms.

"Feed her the potion and bring him to me when she recovers."

Orac put down the sentence and disappeared directly from Luke's sight.

Luke scrambled to remove the vial and poured the potion into Jessica's mouth.

The potion that had been replaced with a liquor flavor not long ago was poured into Jessica's mouth and spilled from the ruptured esophagus on the floor.

"Plug her esophagus, Luke."

Madolph glanced at the two of them, and then spoke casually, only a little faster.

Luke hurriedly took out a hand and blocked the bottom of Jessica's esophagus, allowing the potion to remain in her body and begin to work its magic.

This made Luke feel very uncomfortable, and he had not yet adapted to this slightly brutal treatment.

Although he had seen this treatment once when Bourkeso pulled out Mammon, Luke was still very nervous.

In a short period of time, Jessica's body began to recover, and the recovered body spread to the position of Luke's hand.

"Don't let go of Luke, if you want to save her, wait until she's done recover before pulling out your hand and then pour her a second potion."

After Maddock left the body, he vanished.

Orak didn't like Jessica Jones, and neither did him.

For Luke's sake, Madolph offers a cure.

But he didn't want to watch what happened next.

Jessica Jones did not pass Orlac's trials on her own, and even if she became Orlac's heir, she would not be recognized by her ancestors.

She survived only because of Orlac's kindness, not to complete that redemption.

So don't expect the barbarian ancestors to treat her the way they treat Rumlow.

……

"I really didn't expect to encounter such a difficult thing, have you figured out how to arrange that skull head?"

The Hellboy spoke to his father, Professor Bloom, with a polisher in his hand polishing the horns on his forehead.

The horns that were broken by force did not look kind, and the hideous marks of the broken did not look like a hero at all.

"After the test, he'll probably be your new teammate."

Professor Bloom flipped through the books in his hand, casually answering Hellboy's questions.

"But the UK is full of vampires right now, would you be interested in going on a business trip?"

"Forget it, Daddy, I'm an urban legend, are you going to let me live in the sun?"

Hellboy shrugged off Professor Bloom's words.

Let him go on a business trip, that's just talk.

Asked to cover his whereabouts, he had not traveled far alone.

"Why not? Anyway, the world is full of superpowers and monsters, and this world can still accommodate an urban legend. ”

Professor Bloom said casually.

"By the way, have you gone to see Abel's situation? How's it recovering? ”

"That bastard Nick Fury didn't let me into the infirmary, but it doesn't look like S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing well."

Hellboy put down his polisher, picked up a chocolate bar on the table, opened the package, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Go, go to England. I always had a feeling that something big was going to happen in that place. ”

Professor Bloom closed the book and spoke earnestly to Hellboy.

"When your skeleton buddy is done, I'll ask him to go to England to find you."

"You'd better be careful and do your research, I've always felt like there's something wrong with that guy Cronan."

Hellboy said with some nagging, though he might just be showing his concern for his dad in this way.

"Cronan's body is no longer human, and I'm only worried about whether Cronan's appearance is still hiding some conspiracy."

Professor Bloom looked at the Hellboy in front of him, his eyes softened.

Perhaps the greatest contribution of his life was to guide the Hellboy on the right path.

It is really a rare thing for this child of hell to grow up like a human being. Professor Bloom's words and deeds are indispensable for this.

"Also, S.H.I.E.L.D. just contacted us, saying that they need us to assist in the investigation of Hydra, and I always feel that there is some connection between these guys."

……

"What the hell are you talking about!?"

Rorschach was still struggling at the bottom of the Hammer of Judgment, but his movements were clearly much softer.

Perhaps it was Bourkeso's statement that made him very excited.

Rorschach, as an ordinary person, could also be attacked by a few thugs after wearing a mask.

His martial arts skills work well for the most part, but there are also cases where they don't work.

Because his height is in a problem, the emaciated size also limits his combat effectiveness.

"Looks like you've found a good heir? It's just that his height is a bit of a non-standard for yours? ”

Gu Yi looked at the things in front of him, and his face relaxed a lot.

There was even a joke, but it wasn't very appropriate, even if Rorschach didn't care much about his height.

Although he will suffer in battle due to the disadvantage of his physical condition, his unique fighting skills can still ensure that he can engage in combat activities normally.

"This kid satisfies me, but it seems a bit time-consuming to convince him?"

Bourkeso lifted the Hammer of Judgment from Rorschach's body, the power of Tyrell that had merged with Rorschach, and if Rorschach became a barbarian, it would allow him to grow faster.

Bourquesor grabbed Rorschach by the shoulder as he spoke, and opened a portal to return to the Holy Mountain.

It was a cause for celebration to meet a man worthy of his glory.

A pure hero, and determined enough.

Rorschach was better suited to be a barbarian than Steve.

It's just that when Rorschach was picked up, a brown notebook fell to the ground, and Bourkeso was a little stunned.

"What is this?"

Bourkeso picked up the notebook casually, looked at Rorschach, who was speechless, and asked.

"Diary, I'm just an ordinary person, I could die at any time, leave something to let the world know what I've done and what they're facing."

Rorschach pursed his lips and said casually.

"Who keeps a diary for a serious person? Do you keep a diary? ”

Bourkeso asked the ancient one.

"I don't write, and most of the time the purpose of keeping a diary is not to let myself remember what I did, but to let others see what 'I' have done."

The Ancient One looked at Rorschach with some amusement, answering Bourkeso's question.

"It's also true, what is written on paper can still be the words of the heart?"

Bourquesso took the diary in his hand into Rorschach's arms, and then returned to the sacred mountain of Harorgas with Rorschach.

Having met a good seedling, Bourkeso hopes to start training as soon as possible.

A guy who turns the bottom line into an obsession, as long as he is given a chance to go up, there is no need to supervise him after that.

An existence like Rorschach can grow up quickly, and by the moment Tyrell appears, Rorschach may be an important fighting force.

Rorschach held the diary and was taken to the holy mountain of Harogas by Bourkeso without saying a word.

Bourkeso had forgotten what he was going to do with the gold, and the joy of having a suitable heir made him forget about the scoundrel he could easily kill.