629 Paranoid, stubborn, and a fool on the edge of madness
In the holy mountain of Harrogath,
Rorschach and Wayne finally found a suitable place,
Two people can sit together calmly,
Then we discussed some matters between them.
“So you suspect Diavolo has some conspiracy,
You even suspect that this conspiracy has worked wonders on Bulcaisel?”
Rorschach’s faces were all crowded together,
Although he is a stubborn guy who never compromises.
But this does not mean that he is a facial palsy.
Before he didn’t put on that special mask, this guy also had emotions and sorrows.
Even with the mask that changes patterns, Rorschach is still able to express emotions.
While a lot of it is anger, there is also sadness.
“I have this suspicion, and you all know that I don’t believe anything easily.
Even if that person is Bulcaisel, I have the right to remain skeptical."
Wayne seemed to be justifying his behavior, but also seemed to be convincing himself.
Doubt Bulkeso?
Of course.
The world is changing too fast, and this change makes Wayne, who was still a relatively "weak" ordinary person before, a little panicked.
"Suspect?
Of course.
Anyone can doubt something,
You can also choose not to believe in authority.
But when you stand on a higher level, when you become the authority you were criticized before,
Can you still maintain this idea?
The world is changing, so what can you do to ensure that you remain unchanged?”
Rorschach looked at Wayne,
The eyes are serious and the body is tense.
This is a defensive posture. While Wayne is suspicious of others,
He himself is also being watched out for by others.
Trust is only relative most of the time, and doubt itself is a kind of human nature.
It’s just that more often than not, the name of this nature is curiosity.
“Doubt is correct. Only if you have doubts, then everyone in this world will not be fooled.”
Wayne spoke in a tone that sounded like he was letting out a long sigh.
“So trust is a drag in your eyes?
You are really talented!”
Rorschach's voice was full of sarcasm.
Does the world need more doubt?
How dare you say it, Wayne!
“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 if you encounter a situation that is beyond your control, you'd better remain skeptical!
I suspect this situation is just a hoax to make you, a fool, believe that the end of the world is around the corner!"
Rorschach’s sarcasm was laced with anger.
The end of the world is coming,
This is what Rorschach wanted to tell humans countless times in the past.
He believes this because more and more things he has experienced prove this point.
Especially after the demons he actually saw, the demon gods who seemed to be able to destroy heaven and earth as long as they wanted to.
Even if his purpose is always doubted, why has he ever given up?
Things like trust are always so elusive.
“I see it, I see the power of lies scattered in this world,
How do you ask me to trust?
Perhaps there are already countless people in this world who have gained power through lies.
At that time, we saw the figure of the Demon King of Hell with the help of the three ancestors.
I personally felt the aura of destruction.
I even saw my ancestors fighting among the demons, and the stench of those demons’ plasma is still fresh in my memory!”
Wayne's voice seemed to be trembling.
And Rorschach's eyes gradually turned contemptuous when looking at Wayne.
“I thought you knew what you were about to face, so you were hungry for power.
Because of the desire for power, one wonders if these ancestors have other purposes.
But now it seems that you are just a naive fool who retains a little childishness in his fear.
Do you think your strength comes from fear?
You have forgotten the fight you had when you entered the secret realm, and you have forgotten the feeling of power growing in you little by little and then becoming stronger."
The radiance of justice began to shine in Rorschach's body, and the excitement in his heart caused the power of authority to resonate with him.
Perhaps after today, Rorschach will become even more powerful.
A person who once had the Archangel of Justice in his body, a person who has become the Archangel of Justice at this moment.
Rorschach is still Rorschach, and even his own changes have not compromised his soul.
“I haven’t forgotten, I just doubt it.”
“What are you doubting?
Why don’t you suspect that your parents’ death was a hoax!?
Why don’t you suspect that the villains around you are just jokes played by the people around you?
Now! Are you beginning to have doubts!?
What are you suspecting? Do you think the demon is the Nephalem?
The demons they gave you the power to kill were actually angels?
Suspect that your brain is deceived by some kind of hallucination? All the demons you killed were actually real people?
Wayne! You are not suspicious!
You are crazy!"
Rorschach stood up directly and looked at Wayne with eyes that began to color with anger.
“Perhaps, you were just a paranoid from the beginning. You wanted justice, so you made yourself a madman.
You delusionally imagine that the world needs your salvation, so you look at others with only doubt.
I want to ask you now, what do you believe?"
The hammer of judgment in Rorschach's hand began to exude power, and even anger appeared on his body.
Everything Bulqueso has put into Rorschach seems to have finally blossomed at this time, but he doesn't know when it will bear the joyful fruit.
"I believe in myself!"
“Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in your doubts?
Then you are absolutely crazy!”
Rorschach provided his own summary of Wayne's statement.
Perhaps Batman is already a madman?
Who would doubt everything?
Still believe in yourself?
This is not about believing in yourself, it is about your delusional and crazy self seeking relief!
“I don’t know if I’m crazy. Do you remember that clown from before?
He said I was crazy, but I thought he was crazy.
Is anyone in this world normal? Or when everyone is crazy, then the normal person is the crazy one?”
Wayne's words became increasingly incoherent and he spoke gibberish.
The body is shaking constantly.
“I suddenly remembered a person who behaved almost exactly like you now for a while.”
Rorschach looked at the trembling Wayne, his expression became strange.
“Aidan the Prince, or Aidan the Dark Wanderer, whatever.
I heard that there was not much difference between his behavior before he was completely corrupted and your behavior now.
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, as if he would attack immediately if the answer he got was incorrect.
"My name is……"
“I thought I heard someone talking about Aidan?”
A voice directly interrupted Wayne's answer.
Did not hear this answer, but Rorschach breathed a sigh of relief.
He was a little worried that he would hear some strange names, such as Diavolo or Belebar.
Rorschach had already made preparations. When he sacrificed himself for love, he had already made all preparations.
Kill the corrupted partner, or kill the corrupted self.
Rorschach has nothing to hesitate about.
It's just that he hasn't had time to hand over his diary to a trustworthy person.
If possible, he did not intend to give his diary to Bulcaisso.
If possible, he planned to hand over his diary to Ye Xiao or a reporter.
“Leoric?”
Rorschach looked at the figure that suddenly appeared and subconsciously said the person's name.
This is understandable. Although Rorschach has not seen Leoric during the Wise King period, Tyrell has.
That meeting left a deep enough impression on Tyrael that he even engraved this memory on the traces of the Archangel of Justice.
“I don’t think I have seen you before, but I have seen the Archangel of Justice.”
Leoric smiled gently.
Sit directly next to Wayne.
Leoric thrust the King's Sword directly into the ground, and the light from his body shrouded Wayne's body bit by bit.
“Honestly, the smarter the guy, the easier it is to get into trouble, and this kind of guy won’t listen to advice except to figure it out on his own.”
Leoric raised the corners of his mouth and said, even though his eyes were fixed on Rorschach.
It’s just that Wayne knew that he was speaking to himself.
“I thought it was Bulcaisel who came over.”
Wayne twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.
It sounds like he is more relaxed when he stays on the sacred mountain of Harrogath than when he stays in Gotham City.
Gotham City needs a cold, all-powerful Batman, but Harrogath doesn't necessarily need a Bruce Wayne who can be regarded as a warrior.
There is no need for him to pretend here, that's why Wayne feels flustered here.
“Yes, yes, this is Harogas of Bulcaisso. Ordinarily, as the head of the family, he has the responsibility to manage everything in the family.
It’s just that everyone needs a rest sometimes, right? Do you know how many Nephalem have exposed their flaws in battle because of fatigue?”
Leoric spoke in a relaxed manner, as if he and Wayne and Rorschach were old acquaintances, without any hint of rawness.
“I think there are not many of them, at least not among savages.”
Rorschach smiled.
The ancestors he learned about had countless thoughts in their hearts, but none of them could not sleep because of worry.
In the words of our ancestors, this is the type of saying "Can you kill Diavolo if you are so worried that you can't sleep?"
“Actually, there are still such guys among barbarians. In fact, the guys who are least worried are the monks.”
As he spoke, Leoric pointed with his chin at the figure approaching in the distance.
Craig, Mr. Immortal, and perhaps the last monk.
“Because of faith?”
Rorschach glanced at Wayne and said.
Perhaps Wayne needs a little faith in Rorschach's eyes?
Most madmen need a refuge, and it is better to believe in an illusory God than to believe in a real and somewhat moody God.
At least there won’t really be a god dictating what to the unlucky people on the verge of madness.
“Because I’m used to it.”
Leoric adjusted his crown and said something similar to a cold joke.
“The more powerful the monk, the easier it is to hear the voices of the gods.
Every day there is a group of smart and powerful people in your mind, at least they were powerful at least once. They are constantly telling you what to do.
Have to say a few words, big and small, as big as what skills should be used when fighting, as small as which foot should be taken first when going out.
When you listen to what others say every day, you will naturally choose to be rebellious.
So you started to go your own way.
So they no longer worried about anything, and the most difficult days passed after he chose to block the gods.
What difficulties are there that you still have to overcome?”
Leoric's words were full of ridicule towards the monks.
Monks are really unlucky sometimes.
“That’s quite right. There’s nothing wrong with saying it’s faith.
But monks will only believe in themselves in the end, because they eventually become one of the gods."
Craig's voice sounded a bit like Karasim's, as if there was something left behind when the first generation of Bulcaisel left his body.
“So will the gods suspect anything?”
Leoric said with a smile.
When he saw Craig, he realized that this guy seemed to have received a lot of benefits.
At least from the looks of it, this guy's full internal energy was not much different from the powerful monks Leoric had seen.
The energy of the monk is called internal power, which is basically the same as the anger of the barbarian.
This internal force is also the manifestation of spirit and will, and purity is the only limit that determines the power of moves.
As for the quantity...
The strongest monks are all about the same physical strength, but few exceed the limit.
They are all on that horizontal line.
“What would the gods suspect?
Perhaps he is suspicious of the 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 told Karashim jokes with a calm expression on his face.
“Devils have appeared in this world. Although I don’t know how, they are born from human bodies.”
Craig said this, but few people present seemed to pay much attention to it.
Rorschach doesn’t care too much and Craig can understand. After all, this guy has part of the Archangel of Justice in his body.
Perhaps he has not yet adapted to his new identity.
Leorick can understand if he doesn't care, this guy has seen a lot of life and death.
Even after his death, as the Skeleton King, he saw how he could take away the lives of others.
Lack of reverence for life does not seem to be an important thing.
It's just a little strange that Wayne didn't react at all.
“Wayne, I remember you are Corik’s chosen successor, right?
His cherishing of life is a bit morbid, so why are you indifferent?"
Craig asked curiously.
“I wonder if what you said is true.”
Wayne said with a grimace on his face.
This does not sound like he is sincere, but rather like a way of burying his own emotions.
“Then why don’t you ask Kolik your question?
He said that you are very similar to him, except for not killing people.
Perhaps what you are asking about is something he has already thought about?"
Craig scratched his forehead.
I don’t know if it’s the bad taste of the first generation Bulcaisel,
When he left Craig's body, he took Craig's beautiful short curly hair with him.