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At this time, the young mage who was still bowing his head and sarcastically mocking Jack did not react at all, but he usually maintained the spatial wall around him to block this damage for him.

"Hee-hee, did you still set a trap?, but, it's a pity~ such a weak magic can't hurt me. The young mage's face remained unwavering, and even a slight smile on his face, perhaps because of his wicked habits, and he brought his face closer to Jack.

"I can't hurt you, but at least those little minions are finished, aren't they......" said Jack's face with a complicated and bitter but very cheap smile, "Besides, your next sentence should be, [Mmmmmm......mm]!"

"What? what are you talking about?" the young mage mocked, "and now you can't even play this little trick?" hehe, what is the little minion, how much do you want...... Mmmm

The young mage watched in amazement as Jack's left hand loosened the chain and shoved it into his mouth.

The old leather, with its sour and bitter taste, pressed against the young mage's throat, making him feel sick and sick to his stomach, and at the same time, choking out all the sounds he could make.

"Even though I'm not a knight, and even though I'm tied up, you shouldn't take it so lightly, right? Or do you really want to kiss me so much? Tsk, I'm a straight man~" Jack said, with only confidence left in his smile.

“BOOM！BOOM！”

Two explosions, almost in no particular order, shook the dust off the roof of the old house. It turned out that Jack had only detonated one bomb at first, and the exploding bomb blew the other two bombs in front of Jack, at the feet of the young mage.

At such a close distance, the gagged mage was engulfed in flames and shrapnel without releasing a single spell, his skin was almost completely scorched, and at the same time, his body was pierced by countless small holes from the flying shrapnel.

The two of them were blown away by the blast, and although the young mage took most of the damage, Jack slammed into the wall of the cell.

"Ahem......" coughed lightly twice, and found that he had not coughed up blood, and Jack was relieved and stood up a little weakly.

The young mage who fell in front of him didn't seem to be completely dead, and although the skin on his whole body was almost scorched, the "dry corpse" still held up his head, glanced at Jack with bare eyes, and said hoarsely, "Why ......"

"Because, you are too arrogant, in fact, in the face of death, both humans and demons are equally vulnerable, you should be a little more cautious...... Well, that's all comforting stupidity, sorry. ”

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the mage's head.

Jack slipped through the iron bars where the bomb had blown a hole in it, and he fumbled around the three minions who had died miserably, and finally, he found a bunch of keys in the minions' waist bag, and he took the keys and opened his cell against the door.

Inside was a red-haired man with deep eye sockets, a sparse beard, a mouth slightly bent downward, and a thin nose - a face that seemed to have been soaked in misery from birth, but still stubbornly resisted.

Unlike Jack, the man was bound by two chains, his whole body hung in the air in the shape of a cross, his naked upper body was full of exploding flesh, and it was clear that he had been tortured for a long time, and perhaps forced to sleep for a long time, because he was now sleeping with his head tilted.

This appearance reminds Jack of the famous "Crucifixion", and of course, the man in front of him can never be Christ.

Jack walked up to the man and smacked his tongue a little unbearably, it was really painful to look at.

Adhering to the theory that the enemy of the enemy is the friend, Jack hurriedly untied the iron rings on the man's two hands, and then, the man who suddenly lost his strength and hung fell to his knees weakly.

"Ah...... Sorry......" Jack quickly apologized, feeling that his care for the wounded was too rude and completely inconsistent with the spirit of humanitarianism.

By this time, the man who had fallen to his knees had woken up, and he opened his eyes and glanced up at Jack.

"Ah...... I'm really sorry. Jack, who hurriedly apologized again, noticed the man's eyes, which were godless eyes, as if they had not moved for a long time, but Jack did have the feeling of being watched.

It's a wonderful contrast.

"It's okay, I just didn't expect you to get me out, Earl. ”

"Are you ......" Jack remembered when he heard the unique title, "Are you the Faceless One?"

"I'm blind, I've been blind for a long time, but I'm not blind enough to see. Rorschach's voice was still hoarse, like a cracked hose because he hadn't eaten or drunk for a long time, but it still had a power that was unique to him.

Seeing that Rorschach didn't stand up after several attempts, Jack hurriedly helped him.

"What the hell did they do to you?"

"What else?, torture, torture,......" a mocking smile hung on the corner of Rorschach's mouth, "Unfortunately, all the physical pain, exhaustion, and torture cannot shake my heart, and I never compromise, whether it is facing demons, facing darkness, or facing the end of the world." ”

"But you're vomiting blood......" Jack shook off his hand that had been splattered with the blood that Rorschach had splattered, thought about it, and wiped it on his clothes.

"Vomiting blood is nothing compared to a spiritual fall!Thank you, Count, but I don't have to help ......" Rorschach shook off Jack's hand that was holding him, and walked with difficulty but step by step, blood seeping from all over his body.

The first few steps were dry, but slowly, his steps became smooth and determined.

In the dim light of the fire, Rorschach's upright figure seemed to turn into a skeleton of loess at any time, and it seemed like some kind of divine walking in the world.

This contrasting scene was reflected in Jack's eyes, bringing an inexplicable touch to his heart, and he felt a fiery heart beating hotly, pushing the fiery blood flow.

"Are you still going to fight?"

"Of course, Count, aren't you here to fight?"

"But your body ......"

"It's just a day's torture, I'm a sixth-level knight. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you're already shaky. Do you need to fight so hard in order to be a partner in justice?"

"No, I have never been a partner of justice, Count, we of the Night's Watch have never been partners of justice, and no one in this world knows what true justice is, but ...... From the first time I saw you, I understood, Count, that you were a natural night watchman, because of your loneliness, because of your stubbornness, come, fight! As long as there is darkness in this world, we must fight!"

At the end of this corridor, other demon guards have already appeared.

Rorschach bent down and picked up a dirty hood from the ground, which he put over his head without hesitation.

"Tsk, that's my face!!"

Rorschach, with his filthy hood, was already rushing towards the demon guards.

"Violence can only end in violence, and a life that fights can only end in battle. ”

Jack chuckled.

Fighting?

Isn't it for universal goodness, but for the righteousness of one's own heart?

This kind of childish thing can only be said by these night watchmen......

But why?

I've burst into tears?