Justice explains a simple truth to Ant-Man with everything he has experienced personally.

Justice is based on strength. Those without strength are destined to be unable to implement the justice they hope for.

He wrote the equality between strength and justice, and embarked on a seemingly correct but actually distorted "Rare Avenue"!

"So young man...what would you choose?"

The voice of justice in my heart implies expectations.

He seemed to want to see Ant-Man make the choice he had made - to continue to stick to his own righteousness called sacrificing the minority and achieving the majority.

He seemed to be looking forward to Ant-Man, looking forward to a completely different answer.

——An answer that goes against your original self.

but……

"Different...we are different."

Ant-Man stumbled and said.

He knew that there was a difference between himself and Him, but he fell into specific matters, but he didn't know where the difference was.

The same noble origin, the same painful experience, and the same difficult choice.

After a long silence, Ant-Man spoke: "You think absolute power is equivalent to absolute justice... This may be correct. But the problem is that none of us have the absolute power."

"I don't have it now, nor do you once."

The voice in his heart said, "Yes, that's right...and what?"

"Surrender, kill on May Day. Or resist, and destroy them all."

Ant-Man slowly clenched his fists.

At this moment, at this moment.

He understood his situation.

The voice in his heart is executing His justice—the justice called power determines everything, and the strong represent justice.

He asks questions, he makes choices.

That's all.

He never regretted his original choice.

After all, He lacked power at that time.

He also had no intention of making up for regret from the Ant-Man.

After all, those regrets that were once irreparable.

His choices may be able to affect the fate of countless people, but they cannot affect Him or them.

This is a game of gods.

And Ant-Man, this world is just a chess and card game in the gods' cards.

Take a deep breath.

"I choose..."

"Boom!"

Before the sound fell, a violent explosion sounded loudly!

...

The barber has become a very big dish.

However, Xiao Gao's cooking skills are indeed incomparable to chefs.

There are a wide variety of dishes, some are burnt, some are salted, and some are sugar-filled.

In short, it doesn't taste that way.

The chef ate it so well. He chewed it slowly and savored it carefully, but rarely scolded his incompetent apprentice loudly, which made Xiao Gao breathe a sigh of relief.

Lu Ming sat next to the chef, stretched out his chopsticks and refused to eat it. The shadow was the same. He was frowning and stuffed his face. He ate and retching while he was eating, making Xiao Gao so embarrassed.

Liu Jiang also stopped tasting it out, smiled bitterly and shook his head at Xiao Gao, indicating that this dish was really unpalatable...

In short, after a mess, Yaya returned to Lu Ming's body in a drowsy mood - he would be promoted from a medium-level evil spirit to a high-level evil spirit, which would take time.

Liu Jiang, who was stuck last time, also got back into Lu Ming's body and prepared to be promoted from a demon to a low-level evil spirit.

The chef's breath fluctuates more and more. He doesn't need any promotion time, but digesting the energy in the dishes to restore his strength does require a stable environment - cooking is OK, but fighting is difficult.

Of course, after the shadow is promoted to the evil spirit, there is no need for the chef to go to the battlefield with a kitchen knife.

Turning his head and looking at the shadow sitting quietly, Lu Ming thought about it and couldn't help but speak.

"I'll be back to the night banquet dungeon after a while."

Shadow nodded, and without saying anything else, the chef shook his head and rejected Lu Ming's proposal.

The chef pointed his hand at the shadow.

"He is indeed unusual. He can crush other low-level evil spirits just after he advances to a low-level evil spirit, but this kind of crushing is limited. Not to mention medium-level evil spirits, such as Zhang Mingyuan, it is a matter of whether Shadow can beat him or not... I suggest that when Shadow is promoted to medium-level evil spirits or even higher, we will go back to the night banquet dungeon."

“Besides…”

The chef bit the blackened piece of meat and said while chewing.

"Even if we can get things done, how can Zhang Mingyuan and the others come out with you?"

The level of the common spirit ability is increased, the soul strength is increased, and the shadow is promoted to the evil god, all three can increase the control limit of the common spirit, but this control limit is still limited after all, and there is no count of how many evil gods Lu Ming can accommodate...

But I think that now I am afraid that it will be the best place to accommodate one more head.

Thinking about it, Lu Ming suspended his plan to return to the night banquet dungeon, and turned to look at the shadow, Lu Ming's eyes were helpless.

"We're done with this meal, why don't we go out and have a look?"

The warrior clearly stated that he would knock down all enemies except the evil god, but Lu Ming was still quite worried.

Shadow seemed to be able to detect the situation outside, not knowing whether it was to protect his weak master, or whether he felt that even if the warrior lost, he would be enough to turn the tables. In short, from the beginning to now, Shadow has indeed not shown any concerns about the situation outside.

At this moment, Lu Ming said this, and the shadow nodded slightly, and the surrounding light and shadow changed instantly.

Next second.

The strong wind blew across the ends of Lu Ming's hair.

The warrior's crazy laughter exploded in Lu Ming's ears!

"That's it! That's it!!"

"Boom!"

The natural disaster level named Roger smashed hard under the warrior's heavy punch and landed not far from Lu Ming.

So Lu Ming could see that the man named Roger barely supported himself and wanted to stand up again, but before he could support his upper body, he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Blood flowed out from the whole body, dyeing the ground red. Roger gasped heavily, his arms twisted, and he almost lost his combat power.

Turning back, Lu Ming saw the wizard's body being pulled off and the old man who had been General Hades, who had been General Hades.

The poor old man was so pitiful that he was so pitiful that he was.

He raised his hands high and said in a trembling voice.

"Don't kill me...please..."

The warrior burning with flames grinned and grabbed Sargeras' collar and dragged Sargeras's feet away from the ground. He tilted his head and was about to complete the execution of the mission target, but suddenly heard a shrill scream from Sargeras.

"Soldier! Soldier!! You heard the conversation between me and the world! You know what I did is not wrong, right!"

"It's just that the concepts are different, but I won't die if I make mistakes..."

“Kara~~”

Cruel sound of bone cracks.

The warrior did not give Sargeras too much chance.

The body of a natural disaster-level dungeon, the person with the player's soul fell to the ground cleanly, and the breath of life quickly passed away after a brief convulsion.

He stared down at the corpse of the mission target, and the warrior gave Sargeras a brief summary of his life in three seconds.

"A person with ideals and ambitions."

"Although there are many shortcomings, it is undeniable that you have lofty ideals."

"Reserve race continuation by surrender..."

"Or it is to put a high-sounding coat on your own cowardly battle."

It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong.

The warriors also disdain to blame others on the so-called moral high ground.

after all……

“My justice is very simple.”
To be continued...