To be honest, the feeling of facing Rorschach at this time is no longer the feeling of facing a strong man, but the feeling of facing "justice" itself.
This feeling is much stronger than when facing Tyrell directly.
It's not that Rorschach already possesses all the power of the Archangel of Justice. It's precisely because he hasn't adapted to this power that the radiance of justice is strong enough to be distinguished by the eyes!
"Sure, why not? Don't you know how powerful an uncontrolled 'justice' can be?
Or are you still unable to tell what you want?
What you want is never simple justice, but 'justice' under order. What if true justice tells you that order is wrong?
What if justice told you that everything you did was righteous, and the only mistake in it was not killing a sinner like me?
Or is it that the great Batman who doesn’t kill will repent for ‘justice’ and then ‘correct’ his mistakes one by one with a hand axe?”
The clown said with a smile, his whole body became like a snake constantly spraying venom.
The body even started to twist like a snake!
"Boring bad taste!"
Wayne said this, even though he was "speaking", his tone sounded like he was roaring.
Obviously he was angry about the current situation, but the dagger in his hand lost control and stabbed Luo Xia in the side.
There was nothing surprising about this action in the eyes of the clown.
Maybe Batman doesn't understand him, but he does understand what kind of guy Batman is.
He didn't believe that Wayne, who had been a barbarian for such a short period of time, could let the barbarian's justice change his twisted ideas that had existed for nearly a century!
"Yes, that's right! As far as I know, Rorschach's mother is not named Martha!"
"Martha" is the name of Batman's mother. This name seems to have some magic power.
In his world, his mother's name is Martha, which is an effective escape from death!
Who knows that the mother of the most respectable and awe-inspiring being in their world has this name?
The clown's malicious voice sounded, and the entire figure turned into a ball of light and rushed directly into the dagger!
The power of the King of Lies is never something that can be picked up and used!
Without the Joker's will, even Batman would not be able to use the power of lies as a weapon to use it wantonly!
Now is the time!
"Rorschach!"
Wayne shouted Rorschach's name loudly at the moment when the clown's figure completely merged into the dagger!
At this time, this realm of lies began to be on the verge of being broken!
The clown has completely given up on continuing to create this realm. At this time, he will only be excitedly waiting for the peak moment of this performance to happen!
The pleasure of participating in this makes the clown feel like his soul is shaking!
However, he didn't realize that there was no guilt or harshness in Batman's cry!
This was not a dagger being handed over to kill Rorschach at all!
"ha!"
Rorschach roared loudly and roared in the manner of a war cry, but no change occurred at all.
His status as the Archangel of Justice has made his Nephalem blood thin, and even the most inherited barbarian combat skills cannot be used!
But for the enemies he faces, such a small increase is completely insignificant!
The Hammer of Judgment hit Batman's hand holding the dagger with great force!
The trajectory is as clear as a crescent moon, and the power is as strong as water vapor wrapping around it!
If nothing else happens, this blow will be enough for Rorschach and Wayne to regain their freedom!
This place will no longer have the power to lock them in!
Rorschach is not yet a pure archangel of justice, and the Joker has not yet fully mastered the power of lies! At least at this time, the two are evenly matched!
"Boom!"
There was a roar like a bell being struck!
The hammer's face fell squarely on the edge of the dagger!
In the collision of weapons, blunt weapons will always have the upper hand when facing sharp blades!
This is the weapon!
Rorschach poured out all the justice he could control towards the dagger, and even the power in the light wings behind him began to move towards the heavy hammer in his hand!
Even though the blood on his body is still flowing with the blood of justice, his will makes his attack unparalleled!
And a clown's face appeared on the dagger!
"Wonderful!"
The clown looked at everything in front of him with eyes full of surprise, and then he was beaten to pieces with the dagger!
This seems like a hearty victory?
"We were fooled!"
Wayne gritted his teeth and looked at the scattered ashes and said!
The Joker's purpose is not at all what he thought, to kill justice.
But to let the power of lies be completely scattered in this city and this world!
How could the clown like lies?
All this guy wants is to expose the "real" horrors of the world!
In order to do this, he put himself in the position of a bully and took pleasure in all the lies and hypocrisy!
"Joker, is he dead?"
Rorschach said breathlessly. After pouring out the justice in his body in this blow, he seemed to have regained a little bit of his sense of being a human being.
Even though his transformation towards the Archangel of Justice has been slowed down, he still can't stop this change now!
This blow just bought him a little time!
"I don't think so. Lies must be based on reality. I think he has left this place and will focus on those guys who have obtained the fragments of power of lies just like us!
Truth must be opposed to lies in order to be conceived.”
Batman raised his hand and rubbed his chin, speaking in a deep voice.
"I don't have enough time."
Rorschach lowered his head and looked at his wound, which no longer spurted blood.
His blood is about to run out, and the light of justice is about to begin transforming his body.
"I know, but it's not impossible."
Batman said this, and then set his sights in the distance.
That was Arkham Asylum, although it now serves as various other departments.
After all, the criminals locked up now are not the only ones who are mentally disturbed. All the guys locked up by Batman, who became a savage, received a severe beating one by one.
Even now there are people who have not come out among IU.
…
"Little Pudding, are you here to save me?"
In a prison, the beautiful Harley Quinn sat cross-legged on a hammock supported by the two railings of the prison, looking at the clown in front of her and asking in surprise.
"Of course, little pumpkin. I'm always inseparable from you."
The Joker said to Harley Quinn with a weird smile on his face, and then gently stretched out his hand to take Harley Quinn's hand.
The two people began to dance in this cage.
There seems to be a little bit of grace in the movements, but the guards with guns don't care at all whether they are in a "sweet love" or not, they are all ready!
The alarm bells are ringing in the prison!
"Well, why don't you laugh? Laugh from the bottom of your heart because this real world is always full of lies!"
The Joker shouted loudly. At this time, he gave Harley Quinn's hand, raised his hands towards the guards who were pointing guns at him, and shouted in his most inflammatory tone.
And Harley Quinn looked at the Joker with the kind of eyes that only appear in comics, full of admiration and infatuation.
"Tch! This world is still so boring. Ha! Ha! Ha~!"
The clown laughed firmly and slowly, as if teaching these serious guards how to read!
But none of the guards responded!
Except Harley Quinn!
"Haha! Haha~ Little Pudding, do you think my laughter is right?"
"It's a little less interesting. You should be more sarcastic. Aren't these stupid guys worthy of ridicule?"
The Joker and Harley Quinn were talking to each other as if no one was watching, as if they were flirting.
And darkness begins to envelope this prison!
There was darkness in the prison, that darkness swallowed up everything in this place, but only one place was as bright as day!
In the center of the cage, a ray of sunlight-like light was projected on the two people in the middle like the overhead light on a stage.
The two of them assumed a posture as if they were about to start a dance.
They return to center stage!
…
On the streets of New York, Luke and Leah were sitting on a bench on the roadside, each holding a large Starbucks cup in their hands, looking a little leisurely.
It's the biggest one, not the one that looks the biggest but it's a medium cup.
This cup looked just right in the hands of two tall enough savages.
"This drink doesn't taste very good, but the aroma is quite good."
Leah was sitting on a bench by the roadside, looking at the clouds in the sky. It was really relaxing that way.
"I think so too, but you have to try more in life."
Luke picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. He didn't look threatening. At least when meeting the NYPD, they wouldn't just empty the magazine.
Black people who drink coffee always look more harmless than those who drink soda.
Then the two of them saw bursts of brown mist invisible to ordinary people in the distance slowly drifting over with some debris.
"What is that? I feel like I have the smell of a devil?"
Luke looked at the changes on the horizon and was a little surprised.
That is the masterpiece of a clown. This thing is much more dangerous than spreading laughing gas all over the world. Although it will not be fatal immediately, it will not cause the affected person to burst into sharp laughter.
But a world full of lies is certainly more dangerous.
"That's the fragment of Belial?"
Leah's reaction was stronger than Luke's.
After all, she had seen the auras of these hell demons, and she was the last Horadrim before she was reborn. Even the barbarian ancestors were not necessarily more knowledgeable about demons and the like than she was.
"Who broke Belial into pieces?"
Leah's voice became a little sharp when she was surprised, although she could not accurately identify that the authority of the broken lie no longer belonged to the dead ghost Billie.
But she still has this basic knowledge.
"Bulkess?"
Luke said the first name that flashed in his mind. Bulcaisel had already killed several hell demons, and one more one didn't seem to be a problem.
"It wasn't him. If it was Bulcaisuo who did it, he would never let the power of lies spread!"
Leah became nervous, and she now thought of the huge harm that might be caused by letting these pieces scatter.
She couldn't help but feel nervous at this time.
Just when the two people were stunned, a portal opened next to them, and Matthew's figure walked out from the other end.
"Luke, we have work to do!"
Matthew opened the portal along Luke's position, and he was talking before he had time to sense his surroundings, and even before he even stepped out of the portal.
So I didn't include Leah on the list.
"I found traces of Baal! Now we need to act!"
It was only when Matthew said this that he noticed Leah's aura, and he could only nod to Leah apologetically.
"Barr? Are you kidding?"
Leah was not angry because of Matthew's "ignorance", but she was nervous because of the name "Bar".
This is a matter of course.
"Are you talking about Baal, the Demon God of Destruction? Not a little gangster named Baal?"
Luke said in an unbelievable tone, but his body had already stood up.
Although he really wanted to ask why the ancestors were not allowed to search for Baal, but instead asked him to get involved in this operation that seemed to have no chance of winning.
But the body has already completed the action subconsciously.
Luke has a bad temper, but his righteous heart is always worth relying on.
As a hero, Luke is still qualified.
"It is the Demon God of Destruction. The ancestors have important matters now and cannot leave the Holy Mountain for the time being. But I judge that Barr is brewing some conspiracy, and I cannot turn a blind eye, even if I can't see it."
Matthew said firmly, and then stretched out his hand to Luke.
There are always people who unite people they know and then gather their strength to fight a battle that seems to have no chance of winning.
Protect your home, protect your family, even for your faith.
There have always been many such noble people, and most of these superheroes also have such a consciousness.
"Now we need strong partners. Just a few of us would be seeking death."
Luke took out the blunt weapon named after Madoc, and his body was already flashing with anger.
Just as they were talking, the fragments of lies over there began to slowly envelope this place.
"Is this a lie? What's going on? What happened during my return to the Holy Mountain?"
Feeling the power of those lies, Matthew's expression became uneasy.
Troubled times are always like this, bad things always happen one after another, and you never win consecutively when buying lottery tickets.
"You ask me? I don't know either. Leah and I just saw those things, but that direction seems to be towards Wayne?"
Luke scratched his head and said.
"Now, let's go to SHIELD first! I don't think SHIELD will pretend that they don't know about Barr's news!"
After Matthew finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
This is not a disaster that belongs to a few people, they need a strong enough group and strength!
And SHIELD is the most suitable group they can contact.
"As for what's going on over there, wait until SHIELD is reached and let Nick Fury find a way to find out the news!"
After Matthew finished speaking, he turned his face to Leah, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
"I am also a warrior now, I can fight."
Leah smiled, very free and easy.
She has died once a long time ago, and there is nothing to be afraid of when she joins the battle again. Could the existence of Belial and Baal be more terrifying than knowing that Diavolo is one of their fathers?
Not only is she Aidan's child, but she also has the blood of Bulcasso flowing through her body! She is also the daughter of fear!