God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 367

When soshyan reached the entrance of the deepest room in the passage, sevita, who had taken off his power armor and put on a robe, was sitting beside the altar waiting for him.

This round room looks almost without any furnishings. The altar in the middle is an inky black stone tablet. Although it doesn't look like the altar, it has been engraved with strange symbols.

Sevita sat on the right side of the entrance, facing the shrine, with incense lamps on both sides of the winged Silver Skull statue.

Above the shrine, the book of magic was wrapped with a strong aroma.

The blessed chain tightly encircled the relic, and somehow soshyan felt that it seemed to be trying to break free.

The rest of the wall around the room consists of rows of shrines with many sheepskin rolls inside.

Soshyan looked at the magic code and sevita.

The crow prince was also watching him carefully.

"You heard the song."

Soshyan nodded.

"Yes."

The song began to become clear, but he pushed the profane torrent behind his head with the power of the gray marrow and focused on sevita - with the emergence of the power of the gray marrow, the magic code immediately quieted down.

To tell the truth, he seldom had a chance to talk to the former traitor alone.

When not summoned, sevita usually stays in his room, and no one can find him when he doesn't need it.

"Close the door."

Soshyan did, and the heavy gate rubbed against the marble floor.

With a loud noise, the door closed.

Then sevita pointed to the manuscript in front of her. Soshyan went to the table and checked the sheepskin roll.

He saw a long string of spells with unknown meanings, full of dark promises of pain, blood and punishment.

Some are about the illusion of burning the Milky way, some are about the fall of heroes, some are about the development of something incomprehensible, but they are recorded in accurate and smooth handwriting.

"Do you know what this is?"

"I guess it's some kind of prophecy."

"That's right."

Sevita snorted, took a sphere from his pocket and pressed the activation rune.

Immediately, a body size image formed by a blue light appeared in front of the two people.

On an unseen throne, a man appears.

Although he was bent and wild, he could not hide the beauty of his strong physique or the spirit of the barbarian nobles.

The image is not so clear due to the distortion of the picture, but the person's appearance is memorable - dark face, thin cheekbones, tangled sharp teeth, and an evil smile is blooming because of sincere happiness.

"This is my mother, the father of my genes, the madman you have cursed for 10000 years, Conrad Koz."

This is soshyan's close view of a plasma image. Even after 10000 years, he can still imagine how great and terrible this incredible existence is.

Even a strange thought jumped into soshyan's mind.

All the protoplasms are blood brothers, so will his genetic protoplasm be somewhat similar to the person in front of him?

The idea startled him.

"What kind of person is he...?"

A strange question popped up. In fact, it should be irrelevant to him.

Sevita's face pulled up a strange smile.

"People? They've never been people."

"This..."

"There were 20, 20 soldiers like babies, 20 gods in the childhood stage. Maybe they were born from the mother, just like human children... Maybe he created them like an artist painting, or he simply gave them life. Who knows? But what people know is that they are separated and sprinkled on the stars like seeds They took off their father and grew up. Each one reflected the shadow of the planet that adopted them, was shaped by the people who accepted them, and inherited the kindness and cruelty of those strangers. "

Sevita paused for a moment.

In soshyan's mind, he saw a baby with white skin like snow falling into the devastated sky.

The wind and clouds blew into his eyes, and then he was completely swallowed and digested by the darkness in front of him.

"One of the 20 babies fell farther and deeper than other protoplasms... He came to a world without day, a world where cruelty is higher than kindness, a world where honor is regarded as absurd. This child, this untamed beast, has not been adopted by anyone, and no one has taught him compassion. When a nightmare comes, no mother can let him snuggle up here These scattered pathogens, among these lost babies, only he has not been taught right and wrong, right and evil. "

Saivita said, giggling.

"Oh, of course, every mother has her own creed. What is' right 'and what is' wrong'? It just depends on everyone's point of view. When their concept of right and wrong is mature, under the influence of their mentor or brothers, they have their own concept of reward and punishment. In the end, no matter what their original situation is, they come to the same conclusion: What is right in their eyes is right, and what is wrong is what they want to punish. "

"Shouldn't the mind of the mother be detached from mortals?"

Soshyan was confused.

"What happened to the child who fell into the dark?"

Sevita smiled again.

"He had no tutor and no one would take him in, so he grew up alone... Because no one gave him food, he learned to hunt to feed himself, and because no one would comfort him when he was haunted by nightmares or trapped by illusions, he became strong and cunning, defeated his nightmares, and learned to interpret and suppress them."

Soshyan heard sol and Friar said that the protoplasm of the eighth Legion had the ability to predict the future.

"... no one taught him what justice is, so as a child, he did something unprecedented and unprecedented - practice it himself! He saw people's heart of stone and cruelty, and then recorded that he saw the abuse of power and the efficiency and peace produced under fear and violence. Do you know what he learned, soshyan?"

"Is... What?"

"He has learned a truth that power is justice. He knows that if he wants to defeat the fierce beast dormant in the dark, he only needs to be called the most powerful of those beasts! If he wants to punish the murderer, he only needs to become a more thorough killer. If he wants to bring peace and equality to the world, oh, he is so eager, he must eradicate every beast A filthy thing in front of him and use their weapons against them. "

Sevita glanced at his halberd.

"He knew that only one weapon could make him wave, more powerful than any gun and sharper than any sword."

The crow Prince bent over soshyan with a sense of oppression.

"This weapon is fear."

Sosh swallowed his saliva and dared not leave the crow prince.

Sevita continued his narrative, quieter than before, like a whisper.

"Gangsters, thieves, rapists, murderers - they hold the world tightly, because everyone is afraid of them, so this savage soldier has become something that can stop them, something that can even let 'them' learn a lesson in fear... He has become a midnight ghost. He teaches people justice in fear, so that there was only violence before The world of power and chaos has become efficient and peaceful. We are alone in the dark and benefit everyone by our own power. "

The crow Prince stared at him with dark eyes, waiting for his response.

Soshyan was shocked by the story.

Well, who wouldn't?

"If..."

Slowly, soshyan subconsciously spoke out his inner thoughts.

"... he uses fear as a tool to punish sinners. What about when he commits sins himself?"

Sevita froze for a second.

Then he smiled, laughing loudly, the whole stone chamber seemed to tremble, and tears seemed to seep from the corners of his eyes.

It was three minutes before his laughter stopped.

"I finally understand why he chose you... Soshyan."