"I think you may have to leave a few goals for those new recruits, otherwise their existence will not be able to realize its due value."
Ancient Yi pointed in the direction of Jin Bin. Although there was no figure of that guy in the alien space, Bulkesso understood what Ancient Yi meant.
It was just some rhetoric to leave enemies to the new recruits in an attempt to get Bulkeso to let go of Kingpin, the villain in front of him.
"We are not short of fighting. As for value? That is a meaningless statement."
Bulcaisuo comforted the killer monkey on his shoulder and said to Ancient One.
He didn't intend to comment on rules or anything like that anymore. It would be more satisfying to directly solve the crime in front of him.
Value is something that is emphatically stated in a group. For barbarians, it's up to them to be whoever they want.
As long as it doesn't violate justice, no one cares what you do.
Is it to realize "value" or to be a salty fish? No one cares, as long as it doesn't cause trouble to others, it doesn't matter.
Bulcaisel does not turn a blind eye to evil.
"Maybe Rumlow and the others don't think so. You shouldn't make decisions for others."
Ancient One took out half a bottle of strong liquor from his sleeve and handed it to Bulcasso.
"I'm just following my thoughts, it's best if the guy is dead."
Bulcasso crossed his hands on his chest and looked at Gu Yi, rejecting the half bottle of strong liquor.
Jin Bin indeed deserves to die, but it doesn't matter if he gives Gu Yi a little time to convince him.
There are always extra benefits between friends.
Bulcasso's blond hair was flying, and he looked on the verge of irritation.
Killer Monkey rested on his shoulder and looked at Gu Yi cautiously.
This little monkey felt threatened.
"It seems like you're going to wait for me to convince you? I won't do that, it's pointless."
Gu put the half bottle of wine back into his sleeve and said relaxedly.
Convince Burquetso?
That was not an easy thing, after all, Kingpin himself didn't have much to forgive.
Even if that guy was killed directly, it would be a matter of course.
Gu Yi just didn't want people all over the world to discuss Kingpin's death at the hands of a strong man over two meters tall.
That may cause some panic. Although the existence of extraordinary humans is not a secret, it is not to the point where it will be talked about casually.
"Then you go back first, I will solve the problem soon."
Bulcaisel put down his arms and walked in the direction where Kingpin was before.
Following his actions, Ancient Yi's alien space was shattering bit by bit, making the sound of glass being overwhelmed.
Bulcaisel is trying to release how much power can just solve this alien space without causing any unmanageable consequences.
Power that exceeds the limit will destroy the environment outside, and the situation will become troublesome.
"Then you plan to kill him in public?"
"I will not cause commotion, let alone panic."
Bulqueso's answer was not angry, and his voice sounded a little irritable.
Although he is used to solving crimes in a straightforward way, he will not cause unnecessary fear to ordinary people.
The emotion of fear was not a good memory for Bulcaisel.
This kind of emotion means that Diavolo has begun to become stronger again, and negative emotions will help the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, so Bulcaisso is very careful about this.
Diavolo, who represents fear itself, has brought too many bad memories to the shelter, and Bulcaisel just can't forget them.
Gold is just a problem that can be solved with only a "small" stone.
As long as you start to quickly clean up the evil in this city in time, there will be no sequelae.
Bulqueso can still do this kind of thing.
Bulkaiso doesn't know if anyone will become the new underground order in the future, but Bulkaiso can guarantee that the current problem is not a problem.
"Um!?"
Bulcasso suddenly stopped and with some thought took out the huge Hammer of Judgment from his backpack.
A whole light blue halo is flashing on the hammer.
This is a weapon that the Archangel of Justice Tyrael has never used, but it cannot be denied that Tyrael's power still resides in the Hammer of Judgment.
The unusual movements coming from the Hammer of Judgment made Bulcaisso make new discoveries.
"What's wrong?"
Ancient One was gradually taking back the alien space, but she stopped when Bulkeso behaved strangely.
No matter what, it is worth relaxing that Bulcaisel stopped his actions.
"Send that little guy in, I have a problem."
Bulcaisel pointed to the crack in the alien space in front of him and pointed to the homeless man holding a wooden sign outside.
His frown made his expression unattractive.
"as you wish."
Gu Yi shrugged his shoulders, and her alien space expanded again, pulling in the short homeless man wearing a windbreaker.
Then she began to pay attention to Bulcasso again. After all, every move of Bulcasso was worthy of attention.
"This is!?"
A cry of surprise came from the guy's mouth.
The tramp's body was trembling, no different from an ordinary person who saw a supernatural time.
There is nothing wrong with flustered and weak body movements.
"Okay, put away your disguise, that's no fun."
Bulcaisel saw at a glance that the little man was ready to fight, and planned to skip the boring trial stage directly.
An ordinary human being, even if there is some conspiracy, cannot hurt Bulcaisuo.
What he has with him is the clearly discernible aura from Tyrael!
Not long after he discovered Auriel's aura, he felt the aura of his old friend again.
This is good news, although this breath is more like a seed and does not host Tyrell's consciousness.
"How do you know I'm Rorschach? My identity is a secret."
Rorschach put down the wooden sign in his hand, put away his feigned trembling, and assumed a fighting posture.
He thought his identity had been exposed, so he asked directly.
Faced with superpowers, Rorschach had no intention of backing down.
Rorschach, whose real name is Kurt Kovacs, is a guy who is not tall and does not have extraordinary strength.
He also has a clear tendency to violence and has no tolerance for the evil he sees.
And extremely stubborn.
"Who cares who you are? All I care about is Tyrael's power."
Bulcaisel put the Hammer of Judgment on the ground and waved for Rorschach to come over.
The pure aura of this little man made Bulcasso admire him a little, but now was not the time to express his appreciation.
Tyrael's power appears here, which is a very happy thing.
With the power of the Archangel of Justice appearing, it shouldn't take long to find Tyrell himself.
Bulquesso has a lot to talk about with his old friend.
Especially the part about Malthael, Burqaso needs to know more about Malthael.
"Hmm? An accident?"
Ancient One walked to Bulcasso's side and looked at Rorschach in front of him.
"so?"
Rorschach strode towards Bulcasso with a somewhat excited tone. The constant relaxation and clenching of his fists showed that he did not intend to listen to opinions.
Rorschach would only be filled with vigilance as he suddenly appeared in a strange place.
"I advise you not to attack, because it is troublesome to control your strength to hit someone."
Bulcaisel looked at Rorschach in front of him and grinned.
He appreciates this little man more and more. Force is not the best way to solve problems, but it is the most widely applicable method.
Perhaps force will lead to a series of subsequent problems, but who can deny that force can solve most problems?
Barbarians are best at solving problems in this way.
"I'm going to try it!"
Rorschach quickly came towards Bulcasso, and then hit him with an eye-sealing hammer.
Rorschach, who is good at street fighting and wild boxing, has his own fighting style.
For example, when hitting someone, punching towards the center of the eyebrow first can effectively gain an advantage.
If it hits, it can block the opponent's sight in a short time, and then the subjugation work can be carried out more smoothly.
It's just that the action of Rorschach, who is 1.67 meters tall, punching Bulqueso, who is 2.15 meters tall, is not very exciting.
The height difference of nearly fifty centimeters made this punch very funny, like a joke between a child and an adult.
Bulcaisel stretched out his right fist to block the vital part of his lower body. Although Rorschach could not hurt him, he did not want to suffer such a blow.
Attacks on sight are often accompanied by other goals.
Covering your sight and attacking vital points is an excellent choice for the weak to defeat the strong. The best option is to retreat while there is still distance. Fighting is the last resort for ordinary people.
Bulcaisel put a little force on his arm and knocked Rorschach to the ground.
Then he picked up the hammer of judgment standing on the ground and struck it at Rorschach's chest.
The giant hammer fell with considerable force, but it did not cause any injuries.
Bulcaisel pressed Rorschach to the ground with just the right amount of force, and then the flashing blue light from the Hammer of Judgment enveloped Rorschach.
"Justice? What a surprise. I thought he would side with the weakest guy."
Bulkiso watched the changes on the Hammer of Judgment and shouted excitedly. Although he felt Tyrell's aura, Bulkiso still felt excited when he witnessed the power of justice with his own eyes.
Tyrael's power is rarely given to others, because few people can bear this pure justice.
Justice is not like hope and courage, which can be easily given to the right person, nor is it like fate, which only favors those who can see their destiny.
If you want to bear the gift of justice, that can only be done by those who implement justice.
"ah!"
Rorschach twisted his body and roared, but he could only struggle feebly under the huge power of the Judgment Hammer.
It seems like it won't stop until the last bit of strength is exhausted.
"Okay boy, I want to ask you if you are willing to gain the power to protect justice!"
Bulcaisel maintained the current situation and loosened his hand holding the Hammer of Judgment.
Those who are favored by Tyrael will not be injured by this hammer of judgment.
Although it was difficult to perform both movements while being pressed down, he would not be injured under this weight.
Rorschach, who has obtained some of Tyrael's power seeds, is qualified to pick up the Hammer of Judgment.
It's just that this little man is only about the same height as the Judgment Hammer, and it seems impossible to use this huge weapon freely.
"You want me to admit defeat?"
Rorschach gritted his teeth and came out of his mouth.
"dream!"
The last two words were squeezed out from between the teeth, but Rorschach, who was just an ordinary person, had no ability to crawl out from under the hammer of judgment.
"I'm not asking you to admit defeat! I want you to understand that you can't uphold your justice without power."
Bulcaisel's voice made Rorschach feel his ears buzzing, but he still tried hard to regain his freedom.
Bulcaisel stretched out his hand to the interested Ancient One.
Gu Yi took out the half bottle of wine that he had just put into his sleeve and put it in Bulcasso's hand.
"Boy, if you can be recognized by Tyrell, then I am willing to give you a chance!"
Bulcasso was obviously a little excited, so he crushed the mouth of the bottle and poured a large gulp of wine into his mouth.
The special skills Rorschach showed in a short period of time made Bulqueso a little excited.
Much like Kolik's resemblance to Bruce Wayne, Bulcasio thought he had found someone who had a chance to inherit his glory.
"Become a barbarian! You can become stronger without any restrictions. If you are strong enough, you can uphold justice."
Bulcaisel knelt down and looked at Rorschach who was still struggling on the ground, smiling brightly.
"Never compromise? When you are not strong enough, you will only be smashed into pieces. I will give you a chance to say no to all unjust existences!"
…
The naked blue weirdo on Mars was sitting cross-legged in the air, with a figure in a gray robe in his sight.
This figure does not exist in the real world, but has always appeared in his sight.
No matter how he adjusted the direction of his gaze, this figure was always there.
And he was able to communicate with this figure.
Archangel of Destiny! Israel!
The absolutely neutral archangel can wait and see his fate! But he cannot understand what the existence of human beings means.
I can see the past and the future, but I choose to wait and see now.
The past and ending seemed to have been decided long ago, and he had no objections.
The blue guy has grown accustomed to Israel's presence.
Jonathan "Jon" Osterman, aka Dr. Manhattan.
He looked at his past, present and future at the same time in his eyes.
For him, every time period is now.
Time is relative, and humanity's past and future are meaningless to him.
He is present in every moment, and every moment is now.
Because he saw the future Israel in the "now" and communicated with the Archangel of Destiny, he appeared on Mars a long time ago and watched silently.
Dr. Manhattan, who lost his humanity prematurely, and the Archangel of Destiny gradually assimilated.
He knows the past and the future, but he only exists in the present and can only watch.
Be neutral and wait for the outcome.
The moment Dr. Manhattan appeared, he was influenced by the Archangel of Destiny.
So his appearance has no impact on the world, neither on the past nor on the future.
Jon, whose humanity gradually transformed into divinity, and Israel, whose divinity gave birth to humanity, interacted with each other. This world has a god who is always on the sidelines.
Israel, like other archangels, favored an existence.
And waiting for a special moment to arrive.
…
"Banaar!"
Orak swung the God of War Blade in his hand with anger, and the punch increased five times, gathering all the power on the edge of the weapon.
The sharp blade slashed towards Banal in front of him, directly breaking the ordinary double knives in Banal's hand on the spot.
By the way, it also scratched Banal's chest!
At this time, Orak had endless anger towards Banal. The God of War Blade in his hand continued to gather the legendary power of slamming, and defeated Banal's offensive head-on with a head-on collision!
"Orak!"
Banal shouted Orak's name, and his two swords, which were only as long as daggers, set off a gust of wind, directly cutting off Orak's beard.
After Banal issued this war cry, he completely fell into the frenzy of battle!
Banar's red eyes could not see anything except anger. He had been completely immersed in the madness of the battle. In front of him was only the opponent who must be defeated.
The battle between the God of War and the Berserker began with the tacit approval of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
The knot between these two people is not that easy to end.
Banal has never chosen a successor. This guy named Berserker is actually the most indecisive among the ancestors on the Holy Mountain.
Kindness is greater than justice, and intolerance is greater than anger.
He fears that his chosen heir will die because he has no memory of the battle he has experienced.
He didn't know what kind of battle he would encounter in his secret realm, so he kept escaping.
For this reason, he was full of dissatisfaction with Orac's behavior of agreeing to those simple warrior trial requests even though he knew that he had a narrow escape in the secret realm.
Orak and the God of War in his heart were completely different.
This battle that should never have happened has entered a fierce stage.
Banar's eyes were red, and his body transformed into the wrath of a berserker.
He did not fully master the skill of berserker's fury during his lifetime. In order to master the power of rune madness, he gave birth to berserkers who fell into rage and lost themselves.
In this state, he is half as powerful as the Berserker's Wrath. And there is no duration limit!
The demons that Balnar killed with such a ferocious appearance that they did not look like living people would be frightened. After tasting the sweetness, he even thought about completely mastering the power of the rage of the berserker.
But because he was reluctant to give up that kind of comprehensive enhancement without time limit, he was still unable to completely master this power in the end.
Only warriors who can control their rage can master the rage of the berserker, and Balnar took an evil path.
How far can a warrior who has lost his mind go relying solely on instinct? Banal gave the answer.
No matter how powerful the body and instinct are, they are still inseparable from reason.
Orak's strong body carried the God of War Blade and instantly broke through the strong wind caused by Banal, and the tip of the weapon instantly pierced Banal's chest.
No blood stains could be seen through the sharp blade of Banal's soul. It should be said that the blood stains evaporated directly under the powerful force.
Banal ignored the injuries on his body, and because he lost his mind, he used the remains of two broken long knives to slash both sides of Orak's neck.
However, Orac's strong muscles protected his vital points, and the battle ended here.
Then the body of this berserker who never stopped fighting flashed a few times and disappeared.
The battle decided the outcome, and the Holy Mountain sent Banal to recuperate.
A battle over positions is finally over.
And with that comes the end of The Trials of Jessica Jones.
The girl only had a small half of her shoulders, including her head, left.
Only half of the bones of the right arm were left and pierced into the throat of the last zombie.
Then he exhaled reluctantly, using the remaining half of his lungs to gasp hard.
Every breath her life lasts is a miracle, and the last zombie is not dead yet.
A broken arm bone is not like a hand ax that can smash the body of a walking corpse, and a penetrating injury has almost no effect on a walking corpse!
Luke, who was watching the projection, held the war blade in his hand and said nothing.
It's just that his eyes are a little red.
Madoc looked at Luke's appearance and closed his eyes.
This was a somewhat cruel ending for Luke.
A relationship that ends before it even begins is considered lucky.
If, like Leiko, you "lose your love forever" on the battlefield and have to constantly charge against the tide of enemies, that would be the real cruelty.
I can only watch my lover's body being trampled into meat paste by the enemy in the battle, but what I can do is step on this meat paste one more time, because this way I can eliminate more enemies.
Leiko's breastplate is called "Leiko's Heart", which was a gift given to her by her lover on her wedding day.
Wearing this breastplate and stepping over her lover, Leiko charged repeatedly until all the enemies were smashed into pieces.
At this time, she could no longer tell which lump on the ground her lover was.
The flesh and blood on the ground includes her lovers and her enemies.
She couldn't even take a piece of minced meat back for burial, because it was impossible to determine whether the piece of minced meat was her lover.
Burying an enemy? Barbarians would not do such a thing!
So in the end, the only love left for Leiko was the armor on her body.
For Luke, losing before it even started might be a less painful good thing.
Madoc thought this in his mind.
Bruce Wayne, who was still observing everything on the Holy Mountain, clenched his fists.
"Why would she still fight in such a situation? Wouldn't she be afraid?"
Wayne asked Korik in front of him, who was constantly practicing in order to overcome his fear.
The mind and body are becoming stronger through the continuous journey of cultivation.
But he knew that his fear had never gone away, so Wayne couldn't understand why this girl had to fight hard at the last moment of her life to pursue an impossible victory.
"Are you afraid that you have to wait to die?"
Korik asked in confusion.
Who in the world does not have this emotion of fear?
Do we have to wait for death just because we are afraid?
Brave people can also be afraid, but those who can fight hard in fear are savages.
Courage and fear are never antonyms!
"Will she survive?"
Wayne understood what Kolik said, but he still couldn't accept it immediately.
"have no idea."
Kolik's answer was not frank.
The projection in the sky disappeared directly.
Either the trial has ended, or Orak stopped the live broadcast.
Korik won't say anything about Orak's choice. No matter what the choice is, it has nothing to do with him.