The prototype of the "human" is presumably the servant in the castle and the vagabond in Ember City. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, at this moment, they have been fitted with tentacles and claws, and have become the product of the demons' distorted interests—delirious synths full of desire to attack.

These innocent people have lost the healthy bodies given to them by their parents, replaced with ugly limbs, and their scarlet eyes are cloudy. All they could see was the white light in the darkness and Rorschach, who stood in black and white in the white light.

They wanted to kill, they wanted to suck flesh, so they fell on all fours, their heads held high, saliva running down their teeth, tongues curling and roaring.

The "men" pounced on Rorschach, jumping, shoving, and frantically trying to bite off a piece of meat from Rorschach.

If the Hedgehog were here, he might be afraid because he didn't want to hurt these innocent people, but here is Rorschach the Faceless, who is kind, noble, and pursues the footsteps of justice, but he is also manic and withdrawn, extremely violent, and as difficult to change as a rock.

The demon's atrocities against humans made Rorschach feel uncontrollable anger, and the strength of these synthesizers was probably close to that of first-class knights, they were not even cannon fodder for demons, and for demons, creating synths was just a game to satisfy bad tastes.

Rorschach knew that at this moment, it was his right thing to do to set these innocents free.

Senseless mercy and weak kindness do not contribute to justice.

Dozens of "people" pounced together, Rorschach's "eyes" clearly saw all their movements and their possible movement trajectories, his body deftly tilted sideways, his hands stood on his palms, and the skill [Crane Feather] carried by his blood attached a blade-like air to his hands, and every time he swung his palm, he could bring out countless blood flowers.

In less than half a minute, more than forty synthetic beasts rushed up were slaughtered by him, and in the pool of blood from the stump and severed arm, Rorschach's coat was still as black as ever, and there was not even the slightest trace of blood on his white gloves.

The man stood in a pool of blood, his white mask blocking all his expressions, he raised his head slightly, and there was a suppressed gasp in his hoarse voice: "If your purpose is to provoke me, I am here to tell you, you did it, you are dead." ”

"Poof, Qi!" came from nowhere, and the strange laughter was accompanied by a jagged panting, "The hero is threatening me, Qi Qi, I'm really, really scared!" The voice was yin and yang, "I heard that you are a guy who likes to cut people, how is it, [Faceless] How about the monster I gave you?"

"Hmph. Rorschach sneered, "I think your hand will feel a little better, I can't wait to chop you to minced meat, coward with his head and tail!"

"Poof, I'm standing in front of you, Faceless, and sure enough, you're just like poor K.D.N., a weak blind ant, ah, forgive me for my gaffes, the ant is almost like a blind man!" This time, the voice came from far above Rorschach, but in front of Rorschach, a demon took small steps comfortably, stepping on the pool of blood, stepping into the white pillar of light, and walking in front of Rorschach.

He was dressed in a neat white suit, with a high red-rimmed top hat, his black hair neatly combed into a gentleman's head, his three-dimensional face with a pale transparency, and his dark eyes did not have any whites, full of mystery and decadence of beauty, for demons, their eyes were not windows, but more like curtains, covering all their madness in the dark.

Outwardly, the neatly dressed man was more of an elegant aristocrat, but the crazy smile on his face showed off his tight teeth.

"You're full of ......" The demon leaned closer to Rorschach's body, leaned forward slightly, and sniffed with a frown, "Well, full of cruelty, blood, violence, and a little inferiority to your own bad character, well, it's onion-flavored, oh, and this stench of hypocrisy born from inferiority, the pursuit of light and justice...... Poof, you smell like onion cheese that has been sitting for two weeks in the middle of summer. ”

"......" Rorschach didn't speak, he just elbowed hard back, but all his force hit the air.

"Oh, where are you fighting? Why are you so impulsive, so violent? Poor hero, does the guilt of killing civilians and innocent people make you angry?Or do you not like to be called onion cheese, don't be sad, my favorite is the smelly onion cheese, they tend to have a meaningful taste, poof, puff !!"

As soon as the words fell, the demon had already kicked Rorschach's body hard, and Rorschach, who couldn't sense the attack, was directly kicked into a pool of blood.

"You're the Demon God's last dinner, dip some ketchup, you're not delicious!" The demon's feet stomped on Rorschach, who had fallen to the ground, his hands protecting him, with heavy force.

The blow to the chest of Ahem ...... made it a little difficult for Rorschach to catch his breath, this demon was even more powerful than him, and now he was in an overwhelming disadvantage.

The ability to perceive fluctuations was disabled in the face of this enemy, which made it completely impossible for Rorschach to know the opponent's position and movements, but he did not panic, and his will would not be easily crushed by such difficulties—when he was still weak, he had faced this invisible enemy many times and much stronger than himself.

Since it is impossible to grasp the enemy's actions, it is very simple to make the enemy unable to act.

Rorschach removed the hand that was blocking his chest, and with his chest he took a blow that was enough to crush the floor, and then he grabbed the demon's calf.

"I want to taste your blood more than ketchup!" roared as Rorschach's hand slammed into the demon's knee with an awl-like current.

He listened to the sound of bone cracking, and with a fierce slash, he ripped the demon's calf off with the flesh and blood, and then, with a kick, he kicked the demon into a pool of blood in the distance.

"Don't talk nonsense, your demon god has long since died, five thousand years ago, he was cut down by the great [Laugher] at the gate of the abyss, it's rare that you still hold such a pious faith, but he can't live, the old thing that is dead, and he still wants to eat meat and drink soup!" Rorschach, who turned over, mocked, although he was at a disadvantage, he couldn't lose.

"Poof, do you think you've won?" The demon who walked into the light again was no longer in his trousers, but his broken calf had regrown bones, and he said with a cruel smile on his face, "I like your confidence, Faceless, but I like the despair when your self-confidence collapses!