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Bulkasso guarded the beam of light in front of him, looking at Malthael in front of him with cold eyes.

Malthael appeared on the high heaven with his injuries!

Before the blood on his face was wiped dry, he raised his only remaining arm and beckoned.

It was like saying hello to Bourkesso.

"He was better than I thought, so I left death there for now.

Do you really think that death will take this opportunity to become what it was?

Ahem~ I mean the guy you picked was stronger than expected. "

Malthael coughed twice, and blood began to ooze from the bridge of his shattered nose.

"Why did you choose this way to save Inarius?

Even if I know your idea is great at its roots, I won't let it go, as you should know better than anyone. "

Bourcasso looked up and down at Malthael.

The conversation between the two seemed to be old-fashioned.

"Of course, of course...

No one should be willing to accept what they don't want.

Even death that is always fair.

Just how many chances do you really think I'll give you? "

Marthael moved the muscles on Dong's face as if trying to force a smile.

The wound on one face burst open again, and it looked a bit more hideous.

"When did you give others the chance to choose?

If it is your qualification to think, I am indeed grateful.

But when you killed my compatriots and stood in front of me, you and I had no way out.

Malthael, you didn't stop Tyrael then, and you shouldn't stop me now. "

Bourcasso just looked at Malthael in front of him, and could faintly detect some anger from him.

"It doesn't matter, even if death becomes an archangel, it will not be your opponent.

He can't even beat me.

But do you really think the death of this world can be believed?

I still think your trust in Rorschach is inexplicable. "

Malthael wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve.

The movements are sloppy and casual, and it is impossible to see that this guy is the Archangel of Wisdom who has almost destroyed all Nephalem.

"Trust is always valuable, but my trust alone is not so valuable.

I can trust anyone because I can fix any problems that may arise.

Power is not truth, but only power can keep the truth from being shrouded in error.

This is what you used to tell me.

It's also what the Prius keeps trying to convey to me.

Marthael, like I'm willing to carry Rorschach on my back.

I can also carry your failures.

As long as you, stop now. "

There was a bit of impatience in Burkeseau's eyes.

A world is big, but for the top beings, the world is also smaller than imagined.

At least for Bourkesso and the others.

Archangel, Hell Demon, and Nephalem, all of them are connected.

There are very few top powerhouses who do not have friends of the same level at all.

Bourkesso and Marthael were hostile, but after abandoning their stance, the relationship between the two was not bad.

It's like between Bourkessel and Impris.

"Angels don't need to go from weak to strong like humans, so I can't understand everything you look at.

What I wanted from the beginning was for the whole world to have the kind of tranquility I wanted.

And you, but you want everyone to be able to live proudly with their heads held high.

You can see what I see, but you are unwilling to recognize it.

Then why are you trying to persuade me to quit?

Just because you have a Udi XA in your heart?

Or is it because you lost fear along with awe? "

Malthael was sarcastic.

It's just that his sarcasm is much better than that of Jotun Kuhler's drake.

"You, like Tyrael, have no idea what the right future looks like.

But he is stubborn and thinks he is right. This is ridiculous! "

"You're different from every Nephalem I've ever seen!

You see what you think the future will be, but you are convinced that the world will be the future you want.

Isn't that funny?

Burkeseau, put away your kindness!

As one person sees another person covered in scars, so naturally you feel pain.

But you forget that your mercy is of no value to me.

I am Malthael, and even though I am incarnated at this time, I am still the Archangel of Wisdom. "

Marthael spoke proudly.

"But you have lost the power that wisdom should have had.

Courage is for hope, and justice needs your guidance.

But wisdom and hope have lost the object on which they can rely.

It all started with the birth of Inarius?

Or since Inarius was thrown into the burning **** by you, trying to get the **** lord to corrupt him into a guy like Yizuel?

You are behind the corruption of Izuel by the burning hell! "

Burkesso's voice grew louder.

He is angry.

It's just that Bourkesso's anger doesn't affect Marthael.

Malthael never cared whether his ideas were misunderstood, and he never cared whether his ideas were understood.

Smart people are always easier to get into the horns and don't know it.

"Yeah, I did it.

It was I who let Izuel find an opportunity in the battle that he had never found before, and let him plunge into the burning hell.

It was me who made him lose all his sanity in this fight.

I even told all the devils of **** that a noble angel had fallen into hell.

Or am I letting Diablo try to corrupt Izuel into a demon.

But why should I do this?

Did Izuel do something wrong?

of course not!

Even you and I know why I do this!

Every archangel knows! Every **** devil knows it too!

But only poor Izuel did not know.

But I don't regret it at all. "

There was a bit of frenzy on Malthael's face. He said these words decisively and without any regrets.

"Because of Inarius, or fate."

Burkeseau's voice calmed down.

But the anger in the wordless is soaring with it!

"Fate, who but Inarius knows what fate looks like?

I even suspect that Inarius is the will of our creator.

I doubt that fate is him!

And the birth of Inarius was just an accident within an accident. "

Marthael smiled, and the smile was ugly enough!

The wound was completely cracked, and plasma splashed out continuously!

There is no objection to the wisdom of Marthael!

But his madness is also widely recognized!

"I will solve the problem my way, and of course, you will also be solved when the time is right."

Burkeseau turned to look at the beam of light in front of him.

Enough has been said with Marthael.

There is no point in continuing.

Marthael just smiled, he didn't care!

What else could a "madman" care about?

It's not that he can't recognize his identity, nor is he deviated from everything about himself.

He just made what he thought was the best decision, for which everyone said he was crazy!

"If there is such a day, I hope Rorschach will give me the last ride instead of you rough bastard."

Marthael laughed and cursed.

He doesn't care!

...

At this time, Rorschach was stunned in place of the minced meat that had been unable to recover on the ground.

To be precise, he was not looking at the pool of meat sauce, but at the Reaper of Souls that was exuding a cold breath.

Rorschach had heard a lot of things about Marthael from the mouths of those ancestors, but it was not Marthael's wisdom that was mentioned the most.

It was the Reaper of Souls that was peacefully lying on the ground.

He fell and waved the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, and then tried to smash down the Reaper of Souls on the ground.

The movements are very casual, as arrogant as a blacksmith is beating an iron ingot.

Rorschach did not intend to pick up the sickle that represented death itself.

He had some lingering fears.

Rorschach had already tried to use the blood bottle, and the powerful vitality did not allow his broken arm to grow back.

That's been killed, that's what Justice told Rorschach.

But Rorschach didn't care too much about it.

He had nothing to regret, even if he was missing an arm.

Even if he could only swing the Hammer of Judgment with one arm, he was countless times stronger than himself.

It is precisely because I was born in the mud that I yearn for the light that I can see.

It is precisely because he used to be weak like an ant struggling to survive on the ground that he is now not unwilling to be injured.

Only Rorschach can live forever between the past and the present, and his heart has never changed.

"Does this count as defeating Malthael?"

Rorschach muttered to himself, then laughed at himself.

Of course he knew he wasn't fighting Malthael at all.

It was also clear that Malthael just didn't intend to fight him.

That guy had already made up his mind, just like Rorschach had made up his mind and would never compromise.

It was because he injured Marthael that he felt the strength of Marthael!

The aura of blood emanating from the body that is exactly the same as that of Bourkesso!

Although Rorschach didn't understand why Marthael didn't plan to fight him, but now he has new things to consider.

What if the Hammer of Judgment can't shatter the pesky Reaper of Souls?

What if after a while the death he knew came in person?

Rorschach was a little worried.

The Reaper of Souls was still on the ground mixed with the flesh and blood of the two people, and the Hammer of Judgment finally knocked heavily on it.

Without any sound, it was as if they were killed together with the sound.

"Death, you are still here.

I was worried a long time ago what if you got in touch with Marthael in the first place.

Now, my concerns are not without merit. "

Rorschach looked up at the figure wearing a black cloak standing not far away and said.

"The fact that most people's fears can't change their fears come true, right?

I used to admire you very much, and I still do.

But I'm not going to be as unresponsive to your attacks as Malthael.

You are still Rorschach, so your life is still under my control.

So now, Mr. Rorschach, can you step aside? "

The sound of death was very quiet.

It is clear that a share of authority that is of the same origin as her is on the ground, but she doesn't care.

Death is not a warrior, but no one can say that he is not strong enough.

At least Rorschach didn't have this kind of power at this time.

"Is this what Marthael specially left for you?

Then why did he make me feel the power of death?

Doesn't this tell me that if I can find a way, I can definitely beat you? "

Rorschach smiled nonchalantly, as if he was talking nonchalantly.

If these words were put on someone else's body, they might have guessed what Malthael was thinking and wouldn't say it.

This seems like a too dangerous thing to do.

But Rorschach did just that!

He is not afraid of death.

After he became a superhero Rorschach as an ordinary tramp, he never cared that he would die.

Death had already followed Rorschach like a shadow.

"A little interesting deal.

You probably can't understand it.

Even if you are born in the gap between black and white, there may be few people in the world who believe that white is the truth more than you. "

Death spoke and walked to the edge of Reaper of Souls.

"Do you need me to help you treat your arm injury?"

Death's voice was soft.

as gentle as a mother...

Even for Rorschach, the voice of death is softer than that of a mother...

Most of the time the fallen mother sends out a gentle "moan"...

It's a bit sad that Rorschach doesn't hate his mother.

But he doesn't like his mother's profession, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to speak about it...

He was nurtured by this profession, although life was very difficult...

"No, I've already made up my mind.

And I don't think that's a bad thing. "

Rorschach's voice was no longer full of hostility.

He just watched Death walk over the pool of flesh and blood, watched Death wave his hand to push the minced meat away, and then slowly grabbed the handle of the Reaper of Souls!

"If I were you, I would never do this."

Rorschach seemed to be speaking with a bit of worry.

"It's because you're not me that I'm doing this.

I know Marthael has bad intentions, but I don't care either. "

Death still hasn't shed its hood.

He did not appear in front of Rorschach in the form of a skeleton.

Rorschach understood that death had already made a choice.

While this choice may not have much to do with the Nephalem-Malthael fight~www.NovelMTL.com~, Rorschach still thinks it's dangerous.

"Now, here are three dead."

Death looked at Rorschach, his body trembling violently!

The next moment, the gray wings of light unfolded behind Death!

On that jet-black robe, there was a little bit of indistinct azure blue brilliance!

Just as Dr. Manhattan occupies the body of Ithreal!

In the body of death, there is an extra copy of Marthael!

That's the real Angel of Death, Malthael!

Not the Archangel of Wisdom in the high heaven at this time!

Wisdom gave up death, and also gave up the part of itself that was contaminated with the origin of death!