452 Self-deprecating

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"What if I say no? But that's not important to you, is it? Johanna."

Johanna was stunned for a moment because of Prius's confiding tone, and her expression became weird at this time.

 Does the answer matter?

 Maybe it’s not important.

 Whether it is as a Crusader or simply as Johanna as an individual, this answer is not that important.

 The truth is something else, that’s all.

 Johanna has never been obsessed with these things.

She turned her head and looked at Steve and Peggy Carter beside her. After making sure that they were both safe, she moved her eyes back to the direction of Imperial.

 The expression on his face was as expected from his clothes.

 Because at this time, Iprius had disappeared from where he was.

Judging from the smell of blood that still remained, it seemed that he went directly upwards.

Johanna just raised her eyes and glanced at the high-level heaven gate that seemed to be completely hidden.

“Not there, where did he go?” Johanna muttered softly.

“Well, Ms. Johanna! I think we have a lot of things to talk about.”

 Spider-Man carefully avoided the lava that had not cooled down on the ground and walked up to Johanna and said.

Although he was still wearing a hood, at least it sounded like he was serious.

 The movements along the way looked like a nimble cat, but such movements on a guy wearing tights would definitely not be called cute.

 “What’s the matter with you, Spider-Man?”

 Johanna's tone returned to calmness. Despite her chatty nature, she still somewhat admired Spider-Man.

 A strong man who is beyond the scope of human beings, but has not separated himself from the society of ordinary people.

 A valuable lifestyle, self-discipline, etc. seem to be inappropriate to describe such a person.

This approach made a good impression on the Crusaders, so Johanna even removed some of the metallic roses everywhere so that Spider-Man would be less nervous.

Although Spider-Man has powerful physical power in his body, for some reason he doesn't seem to have enough defense to match this power.

More importantly, Johanna felt a little bit of a not-so-good aura from Spider-Man, which was a bit like the feeling exuded by Alanya, the Spider Queen.①

“That archangel, I mean Imprius. What does he want from humans?”

When Spider-Man asked this question, he seemed to have spent a lot of energy to muster up the courage.

 Somewhat strange.

 Wherever the Prius appears, people tend to become somewhat impulsive.

 That is the effect of courage that is scattered everywhere.

It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish between courage and impulse, but this is the first time that Johanna has seen a fearful guy like Spider-Man.

Although Spider-Man's injuries have been restored by the power of the Law of Hope, the lost energy will not be restored at the same time.

 But he spoke very stubbornly, which reminded Johanna of some past stories.

“Why did you choose to ask me? If you want to get an answer to such a question, you shouldn’t come to me.”

 “I am human and so are you.”

Facing Spider-Man’s statement, Johanna didn’t know how to answer for a while.

  There are various distinctions under the broad category of “human beings”.

 Some are distinguished by occupation, and some are distinguished by income. The best is based on moral style, and the worst is to emphasize the difference.

 But these methods of distinction are not that important. What is important is whether humans like the Nephalem and humans on this planet are considered the same species. Even Bulcaisel may not be able to come up with an accurate statement.

Humans and “people” are really different.

 “He brought courage.”

Johanna said slowly after hesitating for a long time.

 But that’s all I can say.

 For courage to be pure, it must first experience fear, and the deepest fear needs to be pure at the moment when courage is eliminated and hope is shattered.

  The arrival of the Plague King has given these people a microcosm of the foreseeable and terrifying future.

The despair these superheroes experienced when facing the King of Plague is a true reflection of ordinary people facing the ever-suffering demon.

Humours here are in trouble, and Johanna hopes they can live well.

 …

Leiko finally returned to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, and bumped into Matthew and Casillas who had returned from the secret realm earlier.

 Canuck was not far away, looking at Leiko in front of him with very calm eyes.

 “Have you figured it out?”

 Canook said this while looking up and down Leiko's outfit.

 When he saw the new legend born from his legend on Leiko's shoulders, he let out a long breath.

"No!"

Leiko said coldly.

He turned to Kanuk and walked towards the "den" of the three ancestors.

 At the moment, she has no idea of ​​saying anything to Kanuk. The only time she can do it is to go find someone who knows what Maddock did and ask for clarification.

 Ask Maddock what he thinks!

 Does she feel that she is not qualified to protect everything on Shengshan? Or is she dissatisfied that Leiko took over the responsibility of Volusk?

  Leiko cannot accept such a result after just leaving for a short period of time.

“Leiko, there are some things I won’t say.”

 Canook said without giving in at all.

 The eyes are serious and serious.

 “Then shut up!”

 An answer without mercy.

 But Kanuk seemed not to hear.

“I will obey all the wishes of Leiko, but Leiko, are you the same person as before?”

 Canook still maintains a "suitable" distance from Leiko.

 But now his words sounded like a low growl.

 “I’m sorry for Joe Ritz’s death, but I can’t wait to die in his place!

 It’s just that I know that I can’t do anything that Joe Ritz can do for you.”

 Canook now seems a bit chatty and annoying.

 And there is no intention of quieting down.

 “But I am the chief, because I can tell who is more important between you and you.

 Joriz has gone crazy, frantically taking on things that his shoulders simply cannot carry.

 Even digging a pillar, just for you..."

 “I say! Shut up!”

Leiko finally turned around and faced Kanuk.

  She has never liked men who chatter endlessly, and she hates guys whose words are nicer than their actions.

The original Kanuk was not like this. He would just do it silently, instead of standing around her and chattering like now.

 “Leiko, recognize yourself!”

 A cold light flashed in Kanuk's eyes.

 But the prayer in her eyes made Leiko feel dazed for a moment.

“There is nothing that barbarians cannot do because so many people have done it before.”

Leiko's tone of voice softened a little, but that aura full of majesty and arrogance also locked onto Kanuk.

“Destiny can no longer control me now, just like you can’t watch me from the corner forever even if you die.

 When I die again and appear on the Holy Mountain as the spirit of my ancestors again, I will no longer be the same existence in your memory.

 At that time, you will be disappointed and then a little bit depressed.

 The most important thing is that you can’t be like Maddock and send yourself off with a grand finale.

 You are the spirit of the ancestors, and Mardoc is the gatekeeper."

Leiko quickened her pace as she spoke.

By the time the last words were spoken, Leiko had already disappeared from Kanuk's sight.

 Canook stood there and waited for a long time...

 “The original Holy Mountain was not like this.”

 This sentence is extremely depressing.

“The bull still has a living person, and the same goes for the big bear. But the two can only continue the bloodline, and it is impossible to pass on the name of the tribe.

 The storm has ceased, and Tageus has no future.

 The only one who can see the future now is the stag..."

Olongus slowly walked out from behind a big stone, spoke and patted Kanuk gently on the back.

“How many times do I have to say it before you understand? Don’t stand on the back of a bull, because the hooves will impress you just as much!”

As Kanuk said this, his head smashed directly into Olongus's face.

This blow is enough to break the bridge of the opponent's nose.

 “Bah!”

 Canook spit out a tooth, and then roughly picked up his collapsed nose.

“You are a dead person and your heart has stopped beating a long time ago. I really don’t know why you think what you are doing is love?”

Olongus scorned Canuk's approach.

Madoc’s passing is no longer a secret, but the time spent on back pain has not yet been cruelly deprived of him.

 It still exists during this period.

“I never said it was love, maybe it was admiration, maybe it was possessiveness. Or maybe I thought I was more powerful than Joe Ritz, I just wanted to prove it.”

 Canook turned his face away, and the breath of his soul weakened greatly at this moment.

 For an ancestral spirit that still hopes to continue to exist, the only thing that needs to be valued is to remain stubborn and persistent.

 Looking past and letting go of such emotions means that they have finally become part of the Holy Mountain and no longer need to think about other things.

This is an unspoken sacrifice, but for so many years, no one except that idiot Nilasek has questioned this.

“Stay angry? Who is so angry that he can be angry all day long? Ha!”

 Olongus stopped speaking to Kanuk, and this sentence was more like mocking himself.

 Anger is an emotion that consumes a lot of energy. The body will become excited as the blood flow speed increases due to anger.

 But it is mainly about action, so you will definitely feel tired.

 Olongus has long been tired.

 Continuously generate rage, and then throw all the rage through the Spear of the Ancients, which you can throw out.

 Such an experience is simply not something that normal people can bear.

 Fortunately, the people living in Sanctuary are not very normal.

 “Unless you’re like Bulcaisel, with nerves of steel?”

 Olongus said, shaking his head and smiling.


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