Dark Savages Come To the United States

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In the holy mountain of Harrogath,

Rorschach and Wayne finally found a suitable place,

Two people can sit together nicely,

Then discuss some things with each other.

"So you suspect that Diablo has some conspiracy,

Do you even suspect that this conspiracy has worked wonders on Bourkesso? "

Rorschach's face was crowded together,

He is a stubborn guy who never compromises.

But that doesn't mean he's a facial paralysis.

Before he didn't put on that special mask, this guy was also full of emotions.

Even with the mask that changed patterns, Rorschach was still able to express his emotions.

While much of it is anger, there is also sadness.

"I have such a conjecture, and you all know that I don't believe anything lightly.

Even if that person were Bourkesso, I had every right to be suspicious. "

Wayne seemed to be justifying his actions, but also seeming to convince himself.

Doubt Burkeseau?

Of course.

The world is changing too fast, and this change made Wayne, who was a relatively "weak" ordinary person before, a little flustered.

"Doubt?

Of course.

Anyone can doubt anything,

You can also choose not to trust authority.

But when you stand on a higher level, when you yourself become the authority that was attacked before,

Can you still keep this idea?

The world is changing, so what can you use to ensure that you are the same? "

Rorschach looked at Wayne,

His eyes were serious, his body tense.

It's a defensive gesture, while Wayne is suspicious of others,

He himself was being guarded by others.

Trust is only relative most of the time, doubt itself is a human nature.

But more often, the name of this nature is called curiosity.

"Doubt is right, and only when there is doubt in the heart, then all the people in this world will not be fooled."

Wayne spoke in a tone that sounded like a long sigh.

"That means trust is a drag in your eyes?

You are so kind! "

Rorschach's voice was full of sarcasm.

Does the world need more skepticism?

Wayne dares to say that!

"It may be a disease, but I don't think it's wrong."

"Then get out of here, and use your own strength to solve all the troubles!

Even in situations beyond your control, you'd better remain skeptical!

Suspect this situation is just a hoax, to convince you idiot that the end of the world is at hand! "

Rorschach's sarcasm was filled with anger.

The end of the world is coming,

This is what Rorschach wanted to tell humans countless times in the past.

He believed this, because his own experiences more and more showed it.

Especially after the demons he really saw, after seeing those **** demons who seemed to be able to destroy the world if they wanted to.

Even if his purpose is always doubted, why has he ever given up?

Trust this kind of thing, always so elusive.

"I see, I see the power of lies scattered in this world,

How do you make me trust me?

Maybe there are already many guys in this world who have gained power because of lies.

We saw the figure of the Demon King of Hell together with the help of the three ancestors,

I personally felt the aura of destruction.

I even saw the ancestors fighting among the demons, and the stench of the blood of those demons is still fresh in my memory! "

Wayne's voice seemed to be shaking.

And Rorschach's eyes looking at Wayne gradually became contemptuous.

"I thought you knew what you were about to face, so you were thirsty for power.

Because of their desire for power, they doubt whether these ancestors had other purposes.

But now it looks like you're just a naive idiot with a little boyishness in fear.

Do you think your power comes from fear?

You forget that you are fighting in the secret realm, forget the feeling of the power being nurtured in you little by little and then becoming stronger. "

The brilliance of justice on Rorschach's body began to flicker, and the excitement in his heart made the power of authority echo with him.

Perhaps after today, Rorschach will become stronger.

A person who once hosted an archangel of justice in his body, a person who has become an archangel of justice at this moment.

Rorschach is still Rorschach, and even his own changes have not compromised his soul.

"I didn't forget, I just doubted."

"What are you suspecting?

Why don't you suspect that the death of your parents was a hoax! ?

Why don't you suspect that the villains around you are all the jokes made by people around you?

Now! You're starting to doubt!?

What are you suspecting? Suspect the devil is Nephalem?

The demons they gave you the power to kill were actually angels?

Suspect your brain is being haunted by some kind of hallucination? All the demons you killed were actually real people?

Wayne! You are not suspicious!

You are stunned! "

Rorschach stood up directly, looking at Wayne's eyes that began to stain with anger a little bit.

"Perhaps, you were just a paranoid in the beginning, you were paranoid about justice, so you made yourself a lunatic.

You delusionally think that the world needs your salvation, so you look at others with only doubts left.

I want to ask you now, what do you believe in? "

The Hammer of Judgment in Rorschach's hand began to emit aura, and even anger appeared on his body.

It seems that everything that Bourkesso paid for in Rorschach finally blossomed at this time, but he just doesn't know when it will bear that joyful fruit.

"I believe in myself!"

"You believe in yourself? Believe in your doubts?

Then you are absolutely crazy! "

Rorschach summed up Wayne's account.

Maybe Batman is already a lunatic?

Who would doubt everything?

Still believe in yourself?

This is not believing in yourself, this is the delusional self who is seeking relief!

"I don't know if I'm crazy, remember the clown from before?

He said I was crazy, but I thought he was crazy.

Is there any normal person in this world? Or when everyone is crazy, the normal person is crazy? "

Wayne's words became more and more incoherent, saying nonsense.

The body was trembling uncontrollably.

"I suddenly remembered a person who was almost exactly the same as you are now for a while."

Rorschach looked at the trembling Wayne, and his face became strange.

"Prince Aidan, or Aidan the Dark Wanderer, anything.

I've heard that he didn't behave much differently from you before he was completely corrupted.

So can you tell me what your name is?

I want to hear you say your name. "

The hammer in Rorschach's hand was raised, and he looked like he would attack immediately if the answer was wrong.

"My name is……"

"I think I heard someone say Aidan?"

A voice interrupted Wayne's answer directly.

Not hearing this answer, Rorschach breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a little worried about hearing some strange name, like Diablo or Villebal or something.

Rorschach had been prepared for a long time, and when he fell in love with his own sacrifice, he had already prepared everything.

Kill your corrupted partner, or kill your corrupted self.

Rorschach had nothing to hesitate.

It's just that he hasn't had time to hand over his diary to someone he can trust.

If he could, he did not intend to give his diary to Burkeseau.

If possible, he intends to hand over his diary to Ye Xiao or a certain reporter.

"Leoric?"

Rorschach looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, and subconsciously said the name of the person who came.

This is excusable, although Rorschach has not seen Leoric in the time of the good king, but Tyrael has.

That meeting left a deep enough impression on Tyrael, and even engraved this memory in the traces of the Archangel of Justice.

"I don't seem to have seen you before, but I have seen the Archangel of Justice."

Leoric smiled softly.

Sitting directly beside Wayne.

Leoric inserted the King's Sword in his hand directly on the ground, and the brilliance of his body shrouded Wayne's body little by little.

"To be honest, the smarter the guy, the easier it is to get into the horns, and this kind of guy doesn't listen to persuasion except to figure it out on his own."

Leoric raised the corner of his mouth and said, even though his eyes were fixed on Rorschach.

It's just that Wayne knew he was speaking to himself.

"I thought it would be Bourkessel."

Wayne pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile.

He was more relaxed when he was on the holy mountain of Harrogath than when he was in Gotham City.

Gotham City needs a cold, omnipotent Batman, but Harrogath doesn't necessarily need a Bruce Wayne who is a warrior in front of him.

There's no need for him to pretend, that's why Wayne is flustered here.

"Yes, yes, this is Harrogath of Bourkeseau, and as the head of the family, he is supposed to be responsible for managing everything in the house.

It's just that everyone sometimes needs to rest, right? Do you know how many nephalems are exposed in battle because of exhaustion? "

Leoric spoke lightly, as if he was old acquaintances with Wayne and Rorschach, without the slightest taste of life.

"I don't think it's a lot, at least not among the barbarians."

Rorschach smiled.

The ancestors he learned had countless thoughts in their hearts, but no one would be unable to sleep because of worry.

In the words of the ancestors, "Is it possible to kill Diablo if I'm so worried that I can't sleep?"

"Actually, there are such guys among the barbarians. In fact, the guys who are least worried are those monks."

Leoric pointed at the figure walking in the distance with his chin while speaking.

Craig, Mr. Immortal, and probably the last monk to come.

"Because of faith?"

Rorschach said after looking at Wayne.

Perhaps in Rorschach's eyes, Wayne needs a little faith?

Most lunatics need a sustenance, and believing in an ethereal **** is better than believing in a real and somewhat moody god.

At least there's no real **** pointing the finger at the hapless on the fringes of madness.

"Because I'm used to it."

Leoric straightened his crown and said something like a cold joke.

"The stronger the monk, the easier it is to hear the voice of the gods.

Every day you have a bunch of smart and powerful guys in your head, at least once powerful, and they keep telling you what to do,

I have to say a few words, big and small, what skills should I use when fighting, and which foot should I take first when going out.

When you listen to other people every day, you will naturally choose to rebel.

So you started doing your own thing.

So they stopped worrying about anything. The hardest days passed after he chose to block the gods.

Then what's the hardship? "

Leoric's words were full of ridicule for the monk.

Monks are really unlucky sometimes.

"It's not too bad, it's not a problem to say that it is faith.

But monks only believe in themselves in the end, because they eventually become one of the gods. "

Craig's voice sounded a bit like Karasim, as if there was something left behind when the original Bulkessel left his body.

"So what would the gods suspect?"

Leoric said with a smile.

When he saw Craig, he realized that this guy seemed to get a lot of benefits.

At least from the looks of this guy, the full inner strength is not much different from the powerful monks Leoric has seen.

The energy of a monk is called inner power, which is similar to the anger of a barbarian.

This inner power is also the manifestation of spirit and will, and purity is the only limit that determines the power of a move.

As for the quantity...

The most powerful group of monks are all about the same, but few of them exceed the limit.

All on that level.

"What would the gods suspect?

Probably suspicious of other gods.

That guy was so good when he was alive, why did he become one of the gods like me after he died? "

Craig's face was calm as he told jokes in the form of Karashim.

"Devils have appeared in this world. Although I don't know how, they were born from human bodies."

Craig said this, but the few people present didn't seem to care much.

Rorschach doesn't care that Craig can understand, after all, this guy has the part of the Archangel of Justice in his body,

Perhaps now he has not adapted to his new identity.

Leoric doesn't care, he can understand a little bit, this guy has seen many life and death.

Even after he died, as the Skeleton King, he saw how he took other people's lives,

Lack of reverence for life doesn't seem like a big deal.

It's a little odd that Wayne doesn't respond.

"Wayne, I remember that you are the heir chosen by Klick?

His cherishing of life is a bit morbid, why are you indifferent? "

Craig asked curiously.

"I'm wondering if what you said is true~www.NovelMTL.com~ Wayne said with a bitter look on his face.

This is not like the truth, but a kind of burying of one's own emotions.

"Then why don't you ask Korrick your question?

He said that you are very similar to him, except for not killing people.

Maybe what you are questioning is the question he has already thought about? "

Craig scratched his forehead.

I don't know if it's the bad taste of the original Bulkesso,

When he left Craig's body, he took Craig's beautiful short curly hair with him.

Maybe in his eyes male monks should be bald?