Dark Savages Come To the United States

"I think you may have to leave a few goals for those recruits, otherwise their existence will not be able to realize their due value."

Gu Yi pointed in the direction of Jin Bing. Although there was no figure of that guy in the alien space, Bulkelso understood what Gu Yi meant.

It was just some rhetoric about leaving enemies for the recruits to try to get Bulkelso to let Jinbin, the villain in front of him, go.

"We have no shortage of battles. As for value? That's a meaningless statement."

Bulkelso comforted the killer monkey on his shoulder, and said to Gu Yi.

He didn't intend to express his opinions on the rules and the like, it would be refreshing to directly solve the crime in front of him.

Value is something that is emphasized only in groups. For barbarians, it is up to them to be whatever they want to be.

As long as you don't violate justice, who cares what you do.

Is it to realize "value" or to be a salted fish? No one cares, as long as it doesn't cause trouble for others, it doesn't matter.

Bul-Kasso is not going to turn a blind eye to evil.

"Maybe Rumlow and the others don't think so. You shouldn't let others decide."

Gu Yi took out half a bottle of spirits from his sleeve and handed it to Bulkelso.

"I'm just carrying out my thoughts, it's best for that guy to die."

Bulkelso looked at Gu Yi with his hands folded in front of his chest, and refused the half bottle of spirits.

Jin Bin was indeed damned, but it didn't matter to give Gu Yi a little time to convince him.

There is always a perk among friends.

Bul-Kelso, with his blond hair flowing, looked on the verge of exasperation.

Killer Monkey leaned on his shoulder, looking at Gu Yi cautiously.

The little monkey felt threatened.

"Looks like you're going to wait for me to convince you? I wouldn't do that, it's pointless."

Gu put the half-bottle of wine back into his sleeve, and spoke relaxedly.

Convince Bulkelso?

That was not an easy matter, after all Jin Bing himself didn't have much to forgive.

It is only natural for that guy to be killed directly.

Gu Yi just didn't want people all over the world to discuss Jin and die at the hands of a strong man over two meters long.

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."

Bulkelso lowered his arms and walked in the direction where Jin Bin had been before.

Following his actions, Gu Yi's alien space was shattering little by little, making the sound of glass being overwhelmed.

Bulkelso is trying to release how much power can just solve this alien space without causing any unmanageable consequences.

The power beyond the limit will destroy the external environment together, and the situation will become troublesome.

"Then are you going to kill him in public?"

"I'm not going to cause a commotion, let alone panic."

Bulkelso's answer was not very angry, and his voice was a little irritable.

Although he is accustomed to solving crimes in a straightforward way, he will not cause unnecessary fear to ordinary people.

The emotion of fear is not a good memory for Bulkasso.

This kind of emotion means that Diablo has started to become stronger again. Negative emotions will help the seven demon kings of hell, so Bulkelso is very careful about this.

Diablo, representing fear itself, brought too many bad memories to the sanctuary, and Bulkelso couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

Gold is not just a problem that only needs a "little" stone to solve.

As long as you start to quickly sweep up the crimes in this city in time, there will be no sequelae.

This kind of thing can still be done by Bulkelso.

Bulkelso didn't know whether someone would become the new lower order in the future, but Bulkelso could guarantee that the immediate problem would not be a problem.

"Um!?"

Bulkelso suddenly stopped in his tracks, and took out the huge Hammer of Judgment from his backpack with some thought.

A light blue halo is shining 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 on the Hammer of Judgment.

The change from the Hammer of Judgment gave Bulkelso a new discovery.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Yi was gradually taking back the alien space, but she stopped following Bulkelso's weird behavior.

In any case, it was a relief that Bulkelso himself had stopped.

"I have a problem sending that little guy in."

Bulkelso pointed to the crack in the alien space in front of him and pointed to the homeless man holding a wooden sign outside.

The frown made his expression unattractive.

"as you wish."

Gu Yi shrugged her shoulders, and her alien space expanded again, pulling the short tramp in the windbreaker in.

Then she started to pay attention to Bulkelso again. After all, Bulkelso's every move is worth paying attention to.

"This is!?"

A voice of astonishment came from the guy's mouth.

The tramp's body trembled, no different from an ordinary person who saw supernatural time.

There is nothing wrong with flustered and weak body movements.

"Okay put away your disguise, it's boring."

Bulkelso 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 any conspiracy, he can't hurt Bulkelso.

What he is with is the clearly identifiable breath from Tyrael!

Not long after he discovered Auriel's breath, he felt the breath of an 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 belong to Rorschach? My identity is a secret."

Luo Xia 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.

In the face of superpowers, Rorschach has no intention of shrinking back.

Rorschach's real name is Walter Kovax. A guy who is not tall and does not possess extraordinary strength.

There is also a clear tendency to violence, and he has no tolerance for the evil he sees.

And extremely stubborn.

"Who cares who you are? All I care about is Tyrael's power."

Bulkelso put the Hammer of Judgment in his hand on the ground, and waved for Rorschach to come over.

The pure aura of this little man made Buer Kaisuo appreciate it, but now is not the time to express his appreciation.

Tyrell's power appears here, which is a very happy thing.

If the power of the Archangel of Justice appears, it shouldn't take long to find Tyrael himself.

Bulkelso had a lot to say to his old friend.

Especially the part about Masail, Burkasso needs to know more about Masail.

"Huh? An accident?"

Gu Yi walked to Bulkelso's side and looked at Rorschach in front of him.

"so?"

Rorschach walked towards Bulkelso with strides, his tone a little excited. The constant loosening and clenching of his fists indicated that he wasn't going to listen.

Regarding his sudden appearance in a weird place, Luo Xia's heart would only be full of vigilance.

"I advise you not to attack, because it is very troublesome to control the power to beat people."

Bulkelso looked at Rorschach in front of him and grinned.

He is more and more appreciative of this little man. Force is not the best means to solve problems, but it is the most widely applicable means.

Perhaps force will lead to a series of follow-up problems, but who can deny the fact that force can solve most problems?

Savages are best at solving problems in this way.

"I'm going to try!"

Rorschach quickly walked towards Bulkelso, and then hit him with an eye-sealing hammer.

Rorschach, who is good at street fighting and Yeluzi boxing, has his own fighting style.

For example, throwing a punch at the eyebrow first can effectively gain an advantage when hitting someone.

If it hits, it can block the opponent's line of sight for a short time, and the subduing work can be carried out more smoothly afterwards. .

It's just that Rorschach, who is 1.67 meters tall, punched Bulkelso, who was 2.15 meters tall, it wasn't exciting.

The height difference of nearly fifty centimeters made this punch very funny, like a play between a child and an adult.

Bulkelso stretched out his right fist to block the vitals of his lower body. Although Rorschach couldn't hurt him, he didn't want to suffer such a blow.

Attacks on sight are often accompanied by other goals.

Covering the line of sight and attacking the key points is an excellent choice for the weak to defeat the strong. The best option is to retreat as soon as there is still a distance. For ordinary people, fighting is the last resort.

Bulkasso exerted 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 hammered it down on Rorschach's chest.

The sound of the giant hammer falling was not small, but it did not cause the slightest injury.

Bulkelso pressed Rorschach to the ground with just the right amount of force, and then the flashing blue light on the Hammer of Judgment enveloped Rorschach.

"Justice? What an accident. I thought he'd side with the weakest guy."

Seeing the changes on the Hammer of Judgment, Burkasso shouted excitedly. Although he felt Tyrell's breath, Bulkelso 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 carry this pure justice.

Justice is not like hope and courage that can be easily bestowed on suitable people, nor is it like fate that only favors those who can see fate.

If you want to bear the gift of justice, it can only be done by those who implement justice.

"ah!"

Rorschach twisted his body and let out a roar, but he could only struggle feebly under the tremendous power of the Hammer of Judgment.

It seemed like he wouldn't stop until he exhausted his last bit of strength.

"Okay boy, I want to ask you if you want to gain the power to protect justice!"

Bulkelso maintained the current situation and let go of the hand holding the Hammer of Judgment.

The guy who is favored by Tyrael will not be hurt by this hammer of judgment.

Although both movements are difficult when being pressed, he just won't be injured under this weight.

Rorschach, who has obtained some power seeds from Tyrael, is qualified to take up the Hammer of Judgment.

It's just that this little man is only about the same height as the Hammer of Judgment, and it seems impossible to use this huge weapon freely.

"You want me to admit defeat?"

Rorschach gritted his teeth and popped out these words from his mouth.

"dream!"

The last two words were squeezed between his teeth, but Rorschach, who was just an ordinary person, had no ability to crawl out from under the Hammer of Judgment.

"I don't want you to admit defeat! I want you to understand that you can't uphold your justice without power."

Bulkelso's voice made Rorschach feel his ears buzzing, but he was still trying to regain his freedom.

Bulkelso stretched out his hand to the interested Gu Yi.

Gu took out the half bottle of wine that had just been put in his sleeve, and put it in Bulkeso's hand.

"Boy, if you can be recognized by Tyrell, then I am willing to give you a chance!"

Apparently agitated, Bulkelso smashed the top of the bottle and gulped down the wine.

Rorschach's specialization in a short period of time made Bulkelso a little excited.

As much as Korrick is to Bruce Wayne, Bulkelso thinks he's found someone with a chance at his successor.

"Come be a barbarian! You can become stronger without limit, and you are strong enough to uphold justice."

Bulkasso squatted down, looked at Rorschach who was still struggling on the ground, and smiled brightly.

"Never compromise? When you are not strong enough, you will only smash into pieces. I will give you a chance to say no to all unrighteous existence!"

...

The naked blue monster on Mars is sitting cross-legged in mid-air, and there is a figure in a gray robe in his sight.

This figure does not exist in this world, but it keeps appearing in his sight.

No matter how he adjusted the direction of his gaze, this figure always existed.

And he can also communicate with this figure.

Archangel of fate! Israel!

Absolutely neutral archangel, able to wait and see fate! But they cannot understand what the existence of human beings means.

You can see the past and the future, but choose to wait and see now.

The past and the ending seemed to be predetermined, and he had no objection.

The blue guy has gotten used to Yzreal's presence.

Jonathan "Jon" Osterman, aka Dr. Manhattan.

His eyes are watching his past, present and future at the same time.

For him, his every time period is now.

Time is relative, and the past and future of mankind are meaningless to him.

He is present in every moment, and every moment is now.

Because he saw the future Yzril in the "now" and communicated with the Archangel of Destiny, so he appeared on Mars a long time ago, watching silently.

The prematurely dehumanized Doctor Manhattan gradually assimilated with the Archangel of Destiny.

Knowing the past and the future, but only existing in the present, he can only wait and see.

Neutral, and await the end.

The moment Doctor Manhattan appeared, he was influenced by the Archangel of Destiny.

So his appearance has no effect on the world, whether in the past or in the future.

Jon, whose humanity has gradually transformed into divinity, and Yseril, whose divinity gave birth to humanity, interact with each other, and this world has one more god who is always on the sidelines.

Yzreal, like other archangels, favored an existence.

And waiting for a special moment to come.

...

"Banar!"

Aurak swung the God of War Blade in his hand with anger, and the five-fold increase of the punch gathered the left and right forces on the edge of the weapon.

The sharp blade slashed towards Banal in front of him, and cut off the ordinary double knives in Banal's hand directly on the spot.

By the way, it also crossed Banal's chest!

At this moment, Aurak was filled with endless anger towards Banal, and the God of War Blade in his hand continuously gathered the legendary power of the onslaught, defeating Banal's offensive head-on in a head-to-head manner!

"Oracle!"

Banal yelled Aurak's name like that, and the dagger-length knives set off a gust of wind, directly cutting off Aurak's beard.

After Banal uttered this battle cry, he completely fell into the frenzy of fighting!

Banal's red eyes couldn't see anything but anger, he was completely immersed in the frenzy of fighting, and he only had the opponent he had to defeat in front of him.

The fight between the God of War and the Berserker started with the acquiescence of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

The knot between these two people is not so simple to end.

Banal had never chosen a successor, and this guy named Berserker was actually the most indecisive among the ancestors on the holy mountain.

Kindness is higher than justice, and intolerance is higher than anger.

He dreaded the death of his chosen heir, for he had no memory of the battle he had fought.

He didn't know what kind of battle he would encounter in his secret realm, so he kept avoiding it.

For this reason, he was full of dissatisfaction with Olak's behavior of agreeing to those simple warriors' trial requests, knowing that he had escaped death in the secret realm.

Olak and the god of war in his heart are not the same person at all.

This battle that should not have happened has entered a white-hot stage.

Banal's eyes were red, and his body was transformed into the rage of the berserker.

He didn't fully master the skill of Berserker's Rage during his lifetime. In order to master the power of rune madness, he gave birth to a Berserker who fell into a frenzy and lost himself.

In this state, he is half as strong as the Fury of the Berserker. And there is no duration limit!

Even the demons that Banal killed with a ferocious attitude that didn't look like a living person would be terrified, and he tasted the sweetness even if he wanted to fully grasp the power of the berserker's wrath.

But because he was reluctant to give up the kind of comprehensive enhancement that has no time limit, he still failed to fully grasp this power in the end.

Only a warrior who can control rage will master the fury of the berserker, and Barnar has gone the wrong way.

How far can a warrior who has lost his mind go on pure instinct? Barnar has the answer.

No matter how powerful the body and instincts are, it is still inseparable from reason.

Olak's strong body broke through the gust of wind blown by Banal in an instant with the God of War Blade, and the tip of the weapon pierced Banal's chest in an instant.

No bloodstains can be seen on the sharp blade that penetrated Banal's soul body. It should be said that the bloodstains evaporated directly under the powerful force.

Banal ignored the injuries on his body, and went out of his senses. He used the remnants of two broken long knives to cut both sides of Aurak's neck.

But he was protected by Orac's strong muscles, and this battle ended here.

Then the body of this berserker, who never stopped during the battle, flickered a few times and disappeared in place.

The battle decided the outcome, and the Holy Mountain sent Banal to recuperate.

A battle over positions is finally over.

And then there's the trial of Jessica Jones.

All that was left of the girl was a small half of her shoulder including her head.

Only the half bone of the right arm and the upper arm was pierced into the throat of the last walking corpse.

Then he exhaled forcefully, panting hard with the remaining half of his lung.

Every breath of her life is a miracle, and the last walking corpse is still alive.

A broken arm bone is not like a hand ax that can smash the body of a walking corpse. Penetrating wounds have almost no effect on walking corpses!

Luke, who was watching the projection, clutched the war blade in his hand, without saying a word.

It's just that the eyes are a little red.

Maddock looked at Luke and closed his eyes.

For Luke, this is a somewhat cruel ending.

A relationship that ends before it even begins is considered lucky.

If, like Leiko, "lose my love forever" on the battlefield, and have to constantly charge against the tide of enemies, that is the real cruelty.

I can only watch my lover's body being trampled into meat paste by the enemy during the battle, but what I can do is to step on the meat paste, because it can destroy more enemies.

Leko's breastplate is called "Raiko's Heartfelt", which was a gift from her lover on her wedding day.

Wearing this breastplate and stepping over her lover, Rekko charged repeatedly until all enemies were smashed to pieces.

At this time, she couldn't tell which lump on the ground her lover was.

The flesh and blood all over the ground has her lovers as well as her enemies.

She couldn't even take a piece of meat back for burial, because it was impossible to determine whether it was her lover or not.

Bury enemies? Savages don't do such things!

So in the end, the only love left by Lei Kou is the armor on her body.

For Luke, it might be a less painful good thing to lose before it even begins.

Maddock thought so in his mind.

And 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—wouldn't be afraid?"

Wayne asked Kerik in front of him, he was constantly practicing to overcome his fear.

The mind, body, and body are all becoming stronger in the continuous journey of cultivation.

But he knew that his fear had never disappeared, so Wayne couldn't understand why the girl asked why he had to fight hard at the last moment of his life, to pursue an impossible victory.

"Do you have to wait to die if you are afraid?"

Korik asked back with some incomprehension.

Who in the world does not have the emotion of being afraid?

Is it because we are afraid that we have to wait for death?

The brave also fear, but it is the savage who fights hard in fear.

Courage and fear are never antonyms!

"Will she survive?"

Wayne understood what Klick said, but he still couldn't accept it immediately.

"have no idea."

Klick's answer was not candid.

The projection in the sky disappeared immediately.

Either the trial was over, or Orac stopped the live broadcast.

Korik would not say anything about Orac's choice, no matter what the choice was, it had nothing to do with him.

It is still 4000 words short of the agreed word count.

I'm a little dizzy, don't wait, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep in front of the computer...

The goal must be accomplished!