Blacksmiths don't need to be able to write papers to get published, they just need to be recognized for their work.

"Well, do you know why people can't fly?"

Tony was a little embarrassed by the answer given by Rasuk. He quickly asked another question to try to save himself.

"You...can't fly?"

Rasuk's eyes instantly turned pitiful.

Although no professional in the Sanctuary would choose to fly, that is because if you fly, you will be seen by the demons on the ground, and then suffer a sudden blow.

Nephalem can fly.

"Okay, it seems that the two worlds are indeed different, but can you launch an attack from thousands of kilometers away? Can you kill all life on tens of thousands of square kilometers?"

Tony found a new direction and asked, but he did not give up the exchange of knowledge.

"I can't, but I know someone can do it. If it's thousands of kilometers, it should be no problem if it's Vera. Then all the demons along the way will be attacked. If only the demons were as weak as you, then there probably won't be any problems along the way.

Is there any demon that can survive?"

Rasuk's tone was reminiscent.

The barrage set off by Demon Hunter Vera's multiple shots was still the most beautiful image in his memory.

The barrage was launched, and the demon turned into debris and plasma in an instant and scattered all over the floor. That kind of beauty is something that even Rasuk misses very much now.

"As for the destruction of tens of thousands of square meters... I don't think you have seen Burqasso's unscrupulous fighting, right?"

Rasuk answered the question, his tone full of pride.

For Bulkesso, if there is nothing to worry about, directly smashing a planet doesn't seem to be a troublesome problem.

It's just that for existences like Bulcaisuo and Vera, the effect of solidified power is much higher than that of spreading it over a large area.

After all, demons are not all fragile and can break into pieces at a touch.

Tony was at a loss for words for a moment.

Nuclear weapons are the most powerful weapons currently available to mankind, but their power seems a bit insufficient compared to what Rasuk knows.

"What if we could enable any ordinary person to do these two things?"

Tony said with some reluctance, but these words made Rasuk's eyes light up!

"Are you saying that a being like me who can't kill demons myself can still have that kind of fighting power? I mean, even if I can't be a top powerhouse, I can still cause damage to demons!?"

Rasuk was very concerned about this.

He almost made a cannon when he was alive.

The purpose is to make the threat of demons weaker.

"Of course, that is the greatness of science!"

Tony's eyes light up when he talks about science.

"Then how are you going to learn from me? And then how are you going to exchange knowledge with you?"

Rasuk asked anxiously.

"Let me tell you first, those powers you want may require a long period of study before you can master certain parts. After all, not everyone is a genius like me."

Tony felt a little uncomfortable looking at Rasuk's sudden change of attitude.

"It's okay, I'm already dead. Dead people will never die again. I have unlimited time!"

Rasuk patted Tony's shoulder carelessly and said:

"By the way, don't you need to tell your acquaintances that you are safe now?"

Rasuk casually reminded Tony that he had been on the Holy Mountain during this period and had not had time to report his whereabouts to his friends.

Now Pepo and Rhodes are frantically investigating Tony's news...

"Oh, that's right! Jarvis, contact Pepper for me."

…

Rasuk and Tony stared at each other for a while, then Tony opened his mouth languidly:

"Do you have a phone here? I have no energy."

No energy equals no signal, no network, and no Jarvis.

"You'd better go find Bulcasso. When you're ready, we'll talk about exchanging knowledge."

Rasuk turned around and continued to study the forge.

He had some doubts about whether a person who didn't look very smart could come up with the knowledge mentioned.

Knowledge is precious at all times, and no one can take it away.

On the other side, Bulcaisel finally found Rorschach and planned to talk about becoming stronger.

After experiencing Tyrell's appearance, Rorschach behaved a little strangely.

Perhaps after he learned that justice itself is an entity, he had other ideas about justice.

"Rorschach! What are you going to do now?"

Bulcaisel stood in front of Rorschach. His body that was almost a head taller made him look very oppressive.

Coupled with the dense scars on his arms, he looked like he was not easy to deal with.

"Since justice is a living person, is there any need for the justice that I insist on? I originally thought that justice would not redress itself, but now justice has appeared, and it is so powerful!

So what on earth is he doing!"

Rorschach roared loudly, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

His persistence and belief are all based on the need for justice to be upheld.

He doesn't believe in nonsense like delayed justice. Late is called punishment, not justice!

Justice should appear and stop everything the moment it happens, and should wipe out all the evil it sees.

"Justice will always exist, but your justice and his justice may not be the same thing."

Bulcaisel took out a bottle of liquor from his backpack and handed it to Rorschach. This time Rorschach did not refuse.

Rorschach almost never drank alcohol because alcohol numbed his nerves.

He has never been the most powerful person, and he will not touch anything that might weaken him.

But now his belief is slightly shaken.

"Rorschach, you have known about the existence of the Archangel of Justice for a long time. Are you wavering because he has long had powerful power but still hides himself?"

Bulcasso held Lu Lu down and sat on the ground. Bulcasso's beard stuck to his chin with the wind, and his image looked less majestic.

"Justice should not be delayed. No matter what the reason is, delayed justice is not justice at all!

Since he exists, since he lives in me, he can follow my eyes and see those unjust things, but he did not show up until he felt threatened!"

Rorschach's anger ignited his anger, and a bright red light enveloped him.

"Rorschach, do you think that after becoming a person, Justice is still the same Justice? Justice began to think, and Justice began to have its own position! Justice became the prefix of the name of an archangel named Tyrell!

That's Tyrael, not the justice you want."

Bulcaisel is not very good at persuading others, or in other words, not many barbarians know how to comfort others.

This group doesn't like to think. When faced with a difficult choice, they will just yell like children, "I want it all," and then rush forward with weapons in hand.

Only children will not care about gains and losses, and only adults will choose to give up things they cannot have both.

Tyrell is an adult, he will make choices, he will have his own ideas, and he will know how to act within his capabilities.

And justice should be as pure as a child.

Rorschach took a swig of wine and then threw the bottle directly to the ground.

"Then what kind of justice is he?"

Rorschach complained, and the angry flames on his body began to take shape.

The anger of thinking is what barbarians admire, and you cannot fight without thinking.

Banal became that berserker because he took the wrong path, otherwise he would have had the chance to become stronger.

As a barbarian who followed Orak, he should have stood on a higher level and become a guide.

"He is always making choices, sacrificing himself, sacrificing others, sacrificing everything that can be sacrificed, but in the end he will only save nothing."

Bulcaisel said calmly, and Imprius' figure appeared not far away.

Talk about Tyrell, because Prius doesn't want to be absent.

Perhaps no one is more familiar with Tyrael than his courage, even Israel, who bewitched Tyrael, may not be able to compare with him.

"No, at least he saved you."

As Imprius said this, he looked at Bulcasso.
To be continued...