The path righteousness takes may not necessarily be accompanied by joy and laughter, it may also be a place of scorched earth!
The road opened by justice may not always be smooth.
But justice will not stop. It will just wait until the road behind it is blocked again, and then it will go back and walk again!
It is said that history is a circle, and humans can never learn lessons from history.
Isn't that what justice is? ? Justice will come, and he will re-walk the road he has walked countless times when people make mistakes.
Rorschach is on his way, and he brings justice!
How can justice back down? Justice can be fearful and hesitant! You can even cry!
But justice must not retreat! He has only one mission, and that is to keep moving forward! Go to all places where the winds of justice have dissipated!
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Rasma was sitting alone on a cold stone.
His face became paler. The previous whiteness was caused by his power being more biased toward death.
But this pallor at this time has nothing to do with strength, it's just that Rasma spent too much energy during this period.
He didn't know the news that Inaris had reoccupied the position of the Angel of Destiny, but he knew that the "new" Angel of Destiny had been conceived by the High Heaven.
He is still distressed, distressed by the death of Inaris and his own stupidity!
It was he who cut off Inaris' head with his own hands in order to break fate.
It’s also for everything you insist on!
Perhaps there is also a little bit of complaint and revenge for not being as naturally powerful as his brothers and sisters.
But he didn't expect that the reason for his natural weakness was not his father's favoritism, but his mother's selfishness?
Rasma was troubled by this, which seemed to break all the persistence he had been able to achieve up to now.
He was still thinking about how he should act next.
"I thought you would move a little bit. After all, you were once on the side of mankind."
Archangel Malthael of Death appeared next to Rasma, his tone was calm as if he was chatting.
Rathma's position has always been somewhat vacillating. He is not close to the higher heavens, and has never liked the burning hell.
Rasma, who wavers between the two, seems more like seeking benefits.
But Malthael knew that what Rathma was pursuing was not profit, but other more valuable things.
Just human!
Rasma is not very friendly to ordinary humans, and it is common for them to even use human lives to achieve their own goals.
But Rasma is indeed on the side of mankind, it's just that he made a choice between groups and individuals.
"I am also on the side of mankind now, but I am thinking about one thing, why does our mother regard the archangel as an enemy."
Rasma's tone was thorny.
He had indeed thought about this problem before, but this problem obviously did not require him to spend too much energy thinking about it.
Lilith is a demon, and it is perfectly normal for her to regard angels as her enemies.
He just said this to express that he did not welcome Malthael, but Malthael obviously didn't care much about his attitude.
Rasma deserved a little forbearance, even though the guy wasn't that smart in his eyes.
But that power is real!
A nephalem who gained great power through study and hard work, even though what stood here was Malthael's body with the power of death.
Nor would he show disdain for Rasma.
Rasma deserves a little respect for her struggle.
"Lilith? The answer to this story is a bit far away. I don't think you will finish it."
Malthael still said calmly.
It was just a courtesy, Rathma wasn't really interested in it, Malthael could tell.
"That goes without saying, I think I should do something now."
Rasma stood up, holding the sickle on the ground like a cane.
He looked nothing like a powerful Nephalem at this moment, more like an old farmer looking at the endless harvest of rice in front of him.
That sluggish look is called exhaustion.
Rasma was really tired.
The lifespans of the first generation Nephalem were almost endless, and the same was true for the powerful Nephalem.
But not all humans are like this. Rasma has experienced life and death too many times.
Although he can make corpses move again and bring the souls of the dead back to life, he knows the difference between life and death.
Break the conflict between life and death? Rasma didn't do that, he just blurred the definition of life and death.
This was what the Archangel of Balance Israel helped him do.
"What are you going to do? To inherit your mother's wishes and stand on the opposite side of the higher heaven?
Or are you not taking any side and just protecting humanity as you once thought? "
A sarcastic smile formed on the corner of Malthael's mouth.
A tired nephalem can appear sluggish, and Malthael has a way of reviving such a nephalem.
The Nephalem take dignity very seriously, perhaps because in the environment of Sanctuary, dignity is already considered a luxury.
Most nephalem value dignity.
As long as Malthael shows a little contempt and ridicule, it can make Rathma excited.
So in his eyes, no matter what choice Rasma made, it was ridiculous. This look worked very well.
Malthael is certain of this!
"I plan to harvest lives as a god of death. What do you think about this? Malthael, I'm not smart enough, but I'm not stupid either!"
Rathma's eyes looked up and down at Malthael in front of him, and his scythe seemed ready to move!
As expected, Rasma did feel a little more energetic.
It's just that the effort spent before will not be recovered out of thin air.
If Rasma hadn't been so bald, his hair might have turned pale white.
“Of course, you’re just not smart enough to be obvious.
Do you want the power of death? This may help you a lot, but you can't defeat me. "
Of course, Malthael noticed the deep malice in Rathma's eyes, but he just looked at it without any sign of fighting.
It was as if he was certain that Rasma would not fight him at this time.
Malthael was still using provocations, which gave him a little bit of fun.
If he were facing the first generation ancestors of the barbarians, he would not do this again and again.
Because the first generation ancestors of the barbarians really knew how to take action, but Rasma didn't.
Rasma weighs the pros and cons before making a decision.
This is inevitable. Rasma was not strong at all when he was a child. He had long been accustomed to this approach in order to become stronger.
"Of course, with my power I still can't fight against the entire high-level heaven, but I'm not the only Nephalem."
Rasma was threatening, but it was unwise to make threats at this time, and she was even a bit stern.
This still did not exceed Malthael's expectations. He suddenly felt like he was mastering Rathma like a toy.
There was something strange about that feeling, and Malthael knew that it might be the feeling of satisfaction that is often said.
But he needed to let go of the feeling that the Archangel of Wisdom was always seeking truth and correctness.
If the body he was using at this time was that of the Archangel of Wisdom, then he would never feel this way.
It's a pity that this body is the Archangel of Death, Malthael.
"The reason why you can't cooperate with Bulcaisel is not that you can't lower your head to find him, but that he won't accept you.
Shall we make a bet? "
Malthael said anxiously. He wanted to take care of the feeling in his head, and at this time he no longer even concealed his intellectual contempt for Rasma.
Strength is one thing, brains are another.
Malthael grew eager.
"No, they will accept me. The ashes of barbarians are scattered on the sacred mountain of Harrogas. Do you think I can make them reappear?"
Rasma's fair face had a little color on it, and it was obvious that he was very excited now.
It's just that he doesn't appear to be angry. Maybe he has observed a flaw in Malthael's body?
Although Rathma's life was still short for Malthael, this period of time also made Rathma become cunning and calculating.
The flaws are still there, but it's not like Rasma is full of flaws.
"To a savage, death is death."
Malthal's lips trembled slightly as he said, feeling a bit like he was acting.
But there is no flaw in his approach.
"But the dead can still reappear!"
Rasma became aggressive. He may also be performing.
The outcome of the show doesn't matter, and there's no need to explore who deceived whom.
It's hard for both guys to achieve their goals when they're deceiving each other.
They are not fools. They will silently remember all the doubtful points and prove them one by one later!
"So what's the stakes?"
Malthael's tone was still calm, but these words made him seem to have softened. But mentioning bets at this time is a blatant provocation. Just the right performance? Anyway, Malthael won't do anything unnecessary.
"How about doing something for the other person no matter the cost?"
Rasma gritted her teeth and said, "He has bad intentions!" Malthael knew this.
"But you don't have the ability to take back the bet after I default on my account."
Malthael's tone remained unchanged.
"So it all depends on consciousness!"
Rasma said decisively.
Rathma's attitude made Malthael realize that he might have missed something.
But he didn't think he would lose, just like he said, if he defaulted on his debt, there would be no way for Rasma to recover his bet!
Malthael did not say yes, but looked at Rathma quietly. This kind of gaze would make people feel uneasy.
But Rathma stood there without fear, and even met Malthael's gaze!
this stalemate
"I'll take it as a bet."
After Rasma finished speaking, his figure became illusive, and the breath of life and death circulated in his body. The next moment he passed through a small portal that could only allow him to pass through.
Rasma blocked the portal tightly, and no breath was transmitted from the other end of the portal.
Even if there was some breath that wanted to pass through, it was completely disrupted by Rasma's life-and-death transition. .
Rathma obviously didn't want Malthael to know his whereabouts, and Malthael didn't intentionally explore this change.
It's a modicum of decency.
Both guys guessed that the other didn't tell everything, but they would do it their own way.
As for the outcome, there is always a winner, and they all feel like they have a chance.
"Where can you go? Who else can you go to besides your brother?"
Malthael said he was not worried that Rathma would hear him.
Malthael still maintains the behavior of the Archangel of Wisdom, but now he is in the body of the Archangel of Death.
Is death always right? Obviously not! Death is just the end of life, it has nothing to do with whether it is correct or not!
"Mathael, what you are doing is a bit dangerous."
Only then did Tyrell come out. He stood behind the Archangel Malthael of Death and said.
Tyrael is also the Archangel of Death at this time, so the atmosphere and atmosphere here have not changed much.
They all have the power of death, and they are all archangels.
As long as Tyrell stood in the shadows and restrained his sense of presence, Rasma would not be able to detect his presence even if he directly listened to the previous conversation.
Rasma is a little out of touch with the world, and he needs a lot of additional information to regain a correct understanding of the current situation.
It's just that Rasma alone doesn't have this ability.
When the two archangels of death hold double the power of death, as long as they pay a little attention to Rasma without consent.
Then Rasma cannot take away any soul from the world of the dead.
Even if Li Min carved out a territory from the kingdom of the dead to maintain the normal operation of the world, it would be the same.
Li Min also has her own plans and ideas. She likes to be nosy, but doesn't like trouble.
This is a bit contradictory, but in the face of Li Min's power, most of the time the trouble will dissipate on its own.
"Of course I know, it's just that Rasma is the pawn I need.
What he can do is beyond your imagination. You and I have never been mothers, but at least we know how sincere a mother's feelings are, right? "
Malthael said.
"You plan to use Rasma to solve Lilith? This is not realistic. You and I both know the nature of Lilith. That is beyond the scope of Rasma's solution!"
Tyrell was always serious and didn't even like to joke.
Although he had studied hard when he was a human, his studies obviously had no effect.
That time as a human may be just one breath in the life span of an archangel.
Tyrell had never been easy to talk to when he was opinionated.
Even force cannot make Tyrell bow.
"I didn't think about letting Rathma deal with Lilith, but I wanted to let Lilith deal with Rasma."
Malthael explained.
He didn't like pointless arguments with Tyrael.
This kind of answer with questions can shut up Tyrael, which is Malthael's experience.
Asking someone who is always stubborn to distract you is the best thing to do.
That's what Tyrell did.
"Then we'll see!"
Tyrell said this in a pretentious manner.
But he was also used to it. Archangels had their own way of communicating with each other.
