"I think you may have to leave a few goals for the recruits, otherwise their presence will not be worth its due value."

The Ancient One pointed in the direction of the Golden Harmony, although there was no figure of that guy in the alien dimension, but Bourkeso understood what the Ancient One meant.

It's just a rhetoric to leave the recruits with enemies, trying to get Bourkeso to let Kim, the scoundrel in front of him.

"We're not short of fighting, as for value? That's a pointless statement. ”

Bourkeso calmed the killer monkey on his shoulder and said to the Ancient One.

He didn't plan to say anything about the rules or anything like that, and it would be refreshing to just solve the evil in front of him.

Value is something that can only be reaffirmed in the group, and for the barbarian, what kind of person he wants to be is at will.

As long as you don't violate justice, who cares what you do.

Is it to realize "value" or to be a salted fish? No one cares, as long as they don't cause trouble to others.

Bourkeso is not blind to evil.

"Maybe Rumlow doesn't think so, you shouldn't be in charge of someone else."

The Ancient One took half a bottle of spirits out of his sleeve and handed it to Bourkeso.

"I'm just going through my thoughts, it's best if that guy dies."

Bourkeso looked at the Ancient One with his hands on his chest, and rejected the half bottle of spirits.

Kim was indeed damned, but it didn't matter if he gave Koichi a little time to convince him.

There is always a bonus between friends.

Bourkeso's blonde hair fluttered, and he looked on the verge of irritation.

The killer monkey squeezed on his shoulder, looking at the ancient one cautiously.

The little monkey sensed threatened.

"Looks like you're going to wait for me to convince you? I'm not going to do that, that's pointless. ”

Gu Yi put half a bottle of wine back in his sleeve and said lightly.

Convince Bourkeso?

That's not an easy thing to do, after all, Kim doesn't have much to forgive.

That guy was just killed, and it was a matter of course.

Gu Yi didn't want people all over the world to discuss gold and died at the hands of a strong man who was more than two meters tall.

That could be a bit of a scare, and while the existence of the Transcendent Humans wasn't a secret, it wasn't to the point where it would be talked about casually.

"Then you go back first, I'll solve the problem soon."

Bourkeso lowered his arms and walked in the direction where Kim had been.

With his actions, the ancient one's xenodimensional space was crumbling little by little, making a sound of glass overwhelmed.

Burcethor is trying to unleash how much power he can unleash to solve this alien dimension without causing any uncontrollable consequences.

If the power beyond the limit destroys the external environment, then the situation becomes troublesome.

"Are you going to kill him in public?"

"I'm not going to cause a commotion, and I'm not going to cause panic."

Bourkeso's answer was nothing angry, and his voice was a little irritable.

Although he is accustomed to dealing with sin in a straightforward way, he does not instill unnecessary fear in ordinary people.

Fear was not a good memory for Bourkeso.

This emotion means that Diablo is starting to get stronger again, and negative emotions will help the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, so Bourkeso is very careful about this.

Diablo, who represents fear itself, brings so many bad memories to the shelter that Bourkeso can't forget it.

Gold is nothing more than a "small" pebble that can be solved.

As long as the city is quickly swept away in time, there will be no after-effects.

This kind of thing can still be done by Bourkeso.

Bourkeso didn't know if anyone would become the new subterranean order in the future, but Bourkeso was able to ensure that the problem at hand was not a problem.

"Huh!?"

Bourkeso suddenly stopped, and with some thought, pulled the massive hammer of judgment from his backpack.

A pale blue halo flickered on the hammer.

This is a weapon that Tyrell, the archangel of justice, has never used, but it cannot be denied that the power of Tyrell is still housed on the hammer of judgment.

The movement in the hammer of judgment has led to a new discovery for Bourkeso.

"What's wrong?"

The Ancient One was gradually reclaiming the Alien Dimension, but she stopped with some strange movements from Bourkeso.

In any case, Bourkeso's own halt is something to relax.

"I've got a problem with sending that little guy in."

Bourkeso said, pointing to the crack in the dimension in front of him, and stretched out his hand to the homeless man holding a wooden sign outside.

The frowning brow made his expression not very good-looking.

"As you wish."

The Ancient One shrugged her shoulders, and her Xenodimensional space expanded again, pulling the short homeless man in the trench coat in.

Then she began to pay attention to Bourkeso again, after all, Bourkeso's every move was worth paying attention to.

"This is!?"

A cry of surprise came from the guy's mouth.

The homeless man's body trembled, no different from an ordinary person who had seen supernatural time.

There is nothing wrong with flustered and weak body movements.

"Okay, put away your disguise, that's not interesting."

Bourkeso could see at a glance that the little man was ready for battle, and planned to skip the boring tentative phase directly.

An ordinary human being, even some conspiracy can't hurt Bourkeso.

He's in one with that unmistakable breath from Tyrell!

Shortly after discovering Oriel's breath, he felt the breath of an old friend again.

This is good news, although the aura is more like a seed and does not host Tyrell's consciousness.

"How do you know I'm from Rorschach? My identity is a secret. ”

Rorschach put down the wooden card in his hand, put away the pretended trembling, and put on a battle posture.

He thought his identity had been revealed, so he asked directly.

In the face of superpowers, Rorschach has no intention of backing down.

Rorschach, whose real name is Kotkovax. A guy who is not tall and does not possess extraordinary strength.

There is also a clear tendency to violence, and there is no tolerance for the evil that is seen.

And extraordinarily stubborn.

"Who cares who you are? All I care about is Tyrelll's power. ”

Bourkeso placed the hammer of judgment on the ground and waved Rorschach over.

The purity of the little man's body made Bourkeso admire it a little, but now was not the time to express it.

It is a great joy that Tyrelll's power is here.

The power of the Archangel of Justice appears, so it shouldn't take long to find Tyrell himself.

Bourkeso had a lot to say to his old friend.

Especially the part about Masaire, Bourkeso needs to know more about Masaire.

"Huh? An accident? ”

The Ancient One walked over to Bourkeso's side and looked at Rorschach in front of him.

"So?"

Rorschach strode towards Bourkeso, his tone a little excited. The constant relaxation and clenching of his fists showed that he did not intend to listen.

For his sudden appearance in a strange place, Rorschach's heart could only be full of wariness.

"I advise you not to attack, because it is very troublesome to control the power and beat people."

Bourkesso looked at Rorschach in front of him and grinned.

He admired the little man more and more, force was not the best way to solve problems, but it was the most widely applicable.

Force may lead to a cascade of follow-up problems, but who can deny that force can solve most problems?

The barbarians are the best at solving problems this way.

"I'm going to try!"

Rorschach hurried towards Bourquetso, and slammed it down with a hammer of eyesealing.

Rorschach, who specializes in street fighting and wild boxing, has his own set of fighting styles.

For example, small tricks such as punching at the center of the eyebrows can effectively gain an advantage.

If you hit, you can block the opponent's line of sight for a short time, and then the subduing work can be carried out more smoothly.

It's just that the one-meter-six-seven Rorschach fist against the two-meter-one-fifty Bourkeso is not exciting.

The height difference of nearly 50 centimeters makes this punch very funny, like a joke between a child and an adult.

Bourqueso stretched out his right fist to block the vital point of his lower body, and although Rorschach couldn't hurt him, he didn't want to suffer such a blow either.

Attacks on the line of sight are often accompanied by other purposes.

Covering the line of sight and attacking the key point is an excellent choice for the weak to defeat the strong. The best option is to retreat as soon as there is still a distance, and fighting is a last resort for ordinary people.

With a slight push on his arm, Bourquet flipped Rorschach to the ground.

He then picked up the hammer of judgment that stood on the ground and hammered it down on Rorschach's chest.

The hammer fell with great sound, but it did not cause the slightest injury.

Bourkeso pinned Rorschach to the ground with just the right amount of force, and the flickering blue light on the Hammer of Judgment enveloped Rorschach.

"Justice? What a surprise. I thought he would stand next to the weakest guy. ”

Bourkeso shouted excitedly as he watched the changes on the hammer of judgment. Although he felt Tyrell's breath, Buurkeso was excited when he witnessed the power of justice.

Tyrrell's power is rarely bestowed on others, for few can carry this pure justice.

Justice is not like hope and courage that can be easily given to the right people, nor is it like fate that only favors those who can see fate.

If you want to bear the gift of justice, it can only be done by those who carry out justice.

"Ahh

Rorschach wriggled and roared, but could only struggle powerlessly under the sheer force of the Hammer of Judgment.

It's as if you won't stop until you exhaust your last bit of strength.

"Okay boy, I want to ask you if you would like to get the power to protect justice!"

Bourkeso maintained the situation as he was doing, letting go of his grip on the hammer of judgment.

Tyrell's favorites won't hurt this Judgment Hammer.

Although it was difficult to move both movements by being pressed, he just wouldn't get hurt under this weight.

Rorschach, who has received some of Tyrell's power seeds, is qualified to take up the Hammer of Judgment.

It's just that this little man is only about the same height as the Hammer of Judgment, and it seems impossible to use this huge weapon with ease.

"You're asking me to throw in the towel?"

Rorschach gritted her teeth and burst out of her mouth.

"Dreaming!"

The last two words were literally squeezed out of his teeth, but Rorschach, who was just an ordinary person, was not capable of crawling out from under the hammer of judgment.

"I'm not asking you to throw in the towel! I want you to understand that without power, you can't defend your justice. ”

Bourkeso's voice made Rorschach's ears buzz, but he was still trying to regain his freedom.

Bourkeso reached out to the side of the Ancient One, who was interested.

The half-bottle of wine that Guyi had just put in his sleeve took out again and put it in Bourkeso's hand.

"Boy, if you can be recognized by Tyrell, then I am willing to give you a chance!"

Apparently a little excited, Bourkeso crushed the bottle and gulped it into his mouth.

Rorschach's special presentation in a short period of time made Bourquesso a little excited.

Like the resemblance of Colick and Bruce Wayne, Bourkeso thinks he has found a chance to inherit his glory.

"Come and be a barbarian! You can become strong without limits, and you are strong enough to uphold justice. ”

Bourkeso crouched down and looked at Rorschach, who was still struggling on the ground, smiling brightly.

"Never compromise? When you're not strong enough, you'll just be smashed to pieces. I give you the opportunity to say no to all unrighteous beings! ”

……

A naked blue weirdo on Mars sits cross-legged in mid-air, a gray-robed figure in his sight.

This figure does not exist in this world, but it has always appeared in his sight.

No matter how he adjusted the direction of his gaze, the figure was always there.

And he was able to communicate with this figure.

Archangel of Destiny! Yseriel!

Absolutely neutral archangels, able to wait and see fate! But it is impossible to understand what it means to be human.

I can see the past and the future, but I choose to wait and see in the present.

The past and the end seem to be predetermined, and he has no objections.

The blue guy is used to Yseriel's presence.

Jonathan · Jon Osterman, aka Dr. Manhattan.

His eyes were on his past, present, and future at the same time.

For him, every time he has is now.

Time is relative, and neither the past nor the future of humanity means anything to him.

He exists in every moment, and every moment is now.

Because he saw the future of Iseriel in the "now" and communicated with the Archangel of Destiny, he appeared on Mars a long time ago and watched silently.

The prematurely dehumanized Manhattan Doctor and the Archangel of Destiny gradually assimilated.

He knows the past and the future, but only exists in the present, and he will only wait and see.

Be neutral and wait for the end.

The moment Dr. Manhattan appeared, he was influenced by the Archangel of Destiny.

So his presence has no effect on the world, neither for the past nor for the future.

Jon, whose humanity is gradually transformed into divinity, and Yseriel, who gave birth to humanity, interact with each other, and this world has one more god who is forever on the sidelines.

Ethriel, like the other archangels, favored a being.

And waiting for a special moment to come.

……

"Banar!"

With rage, Orak swung the blade of the god of war in his hand, and the fivefold slam of the attack gathered the power of the left and right on the edge of the weapon.

The sharp blade slashed down at Banar in front of him, slashing the ordinary double knives in Banar's hand directly in place.

By the way, it also crossed Banar's chest!

Orak was infuriated with Banar at this time, and the blade of the god of war in his hand continued to gather the legendary power of the slam and crush Banar's attack head-on in a hard-hitting way!

"Orark!"

Banar yelled Orlac's name, and only the dagger-length twin blades set off a gust of wind that cut off Orlac's beard.

After letting out this battle cry, Banar fell into a battle frenzy!

Banar's red eyes saw nothing but rage, and he was completely immersed in the madness of battle, and all he saw was the opponent he had to defeat.

The battle between the god of war and the berserker unfolds with the tacit consent of the sacred mountain of Harlogas.

The knot between these two people is not so simple to end.

Banar never chose an heir, and the Berserker was actually the most indecisive of the Ancestors on the Holy Mountain.

Kindness is higher than justice, and there is no patience more than anger.

He feared the death of his chosen heir, as he had no memory of the battles he had experienced.

He didn't know what kind of battle he would encounter in his secret realm, so he kept running away.

For this reason, he was full of dissatisfaction with Orlac's behavior of knowing that his secret realm was dead, and still agreed to those simple warrior trial requests.

Orac and the god of war in his heart are not alone at all.

The battle, which should never have happened, has entered a white-hot phase.

Banar's eyes were red, and his body shifted to the fury of the Berserker.

He did not fully master the skill of Berserker's Wrath during his lifetime, and in order to master the power of rune madness, he gave birth to Berserkers who fell into rage and had no self.

In this state, he is half as powerful as the Berserker's Fury. And there is no limit to the duration!

Banar was terrified of the demons he killed with a ferocity that did not look like a living person, and even though he had tasted the sweetness, he wanted to master the power of the Berserker's wrath completely.

But because he was reluctant to do that kind of all-round enhancement without a time limit, he still couldn't completely grasp this power in the end.

Only a warrior who can control his anger will master the wrath of the Berserker, and Banar has gone on a path.

How far can a warrior who has lost his mind go on instinct? Banal gave the answer.

No matter how strong the body and instinct are, it is still inseparable from reason.

Orark's strong body with the blade of the god of war broke through the wind set off by Banar in an instant, and the tip of the weapon pierced Banar's chest in an instant.

No traces of blood could be seen on the blade of Banar's soul, and it should be said that the blood evaporated directly under the powerful force.

Banar ignored the injuries on his body, and came to his senses to get the remnants of two broken long knives slashed through the sides of Orark's neck.

However, Orark's strong muscles protected the vital point, and the battle ended here.

Then the berserker's body, who never stopped fighting, flickered a few times and disappeared in place.

The battle was decided, and the Holy Mountain sent Banar to recuperate.

A battle over positions is finally over.

And with that came the trials of Jessica Jones.

All that remained of the girl was the small shoulder, including the head.

Only half of the bone of the right arm remained, and the large arm was pierced into the throat of the last walking corpse.

Then he exhaled reluctantly, using the remaining half of his lungs to wheez.

Every breath of her life was a miracle, and the last walking corpse hadn't died yet.

A broken arm bone is not like a hand axe that can cleave the body of a walking corpse, and a penetrating wound has little effect on a walking corpse!

Luke, who was watching the projection, clutched the blade in his hand and said nothing.

It's just that my eyes are a little red.

Madolph looked at Luke and closed his eyes.

It was a somewhat cruel end for Luke.

The relationship that ended before it even started was lucky.

If you are like Reco, you "never lose your love" on the battlefield, and you have to constantly charge at the tide of enemies, that kind of cruelty is the real cruelty.

I can only watch my lover's body being trampled into meat sauce by the enemy in battle, but what I can do is to step on this meat sauce more, because this will destroy more enemies.

Reco's breastplate is called "Reco's Heart", and it was a gift from her lover on her wedding day.

Wearing this breastplate and stepping on her lover, Reco charged repeatedly until she smashed all her enemies to pieces.

By this time, she couldn't tell which piece of the ground her lover was.

The flesh of the earth has her lover and her enemies.

She couldn't even take a piece of minced meat back for burial, because it was hard to determine if it was her lover.

Burying the enemy? Barbarians don't do such things!

So the only love left by Lekou in the end is the armor on her body.

For Luke, losing before it even started was perhaps a less painful thing to do.

Madoc thought so in his head.

And Bruce Wayne, who was still observing everything on the Holy Mountain, clenched his fists.

"Why, would she fight in such a situation? She—won't she be afraid? ”

Wayne asked Kolik in front of him, and he continued to practice in order to overcome his fears.

The mind and body are all getting stronger in the constant journey of cultivation.

But he knew that his fear had never gone away, so Wayne couldn't understand why the girl was asking why she had to fight hard at the last moment of her life to pursue an impossible victory.

"Do you have to wait to die if you're afraid?"

Colick asked rhetorically, somewhat inexplicably.

Who in the world doesn't have the emotion of being afraid?

Do you have to wait for death just because you are afraid?

The brave are also afraid, but it is the barbarians who can fight hard in fear.

Courage and fear are never antonyms!

"Will she survive?"

Wayne understood what Collick said, but he couldn't accept it right away.

"I don't know."

Kolik's answer was not frank.

The projection in the sky simply disappeared.

Either the trial is over, or Orak has stopped the livestream.

Kolik won't say anything about Orlac's choice, and whatever it is, it doesn't have much to do with him.