God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 783

When he was a recruit, he began to learn to play chess.

With the progress of the chess game, soshyang's breathing gradually slowed down and deepened, his mind was no longer confused, and even his deep doubts gained a moment's breathing in the game.

In the past training, the purpose of playing chess was to get rid of his thoughts and concentrate his scattered spirit - he was almost successful.

It was Dante sitting across the table.

The legendary commander looked serious and focused on the game.

After a long time, soshyan finally made a decision. He put a piece in his hand and looked up at Dante.

But the other party just smiled and moved the other one in return.

"Alexei, what guided you to become a Star Warrior?"

But Ding looked at the chessboard. The loud voice broke the long silence and echoed under the empty dome.

The mixed accent from Barr has a long history and is obscure and strange. Sometimes soshyan doesn't know whether his final understanding is consistent with what Dante wants to express.

"What do you mean, venerable?"

"Why do you have such great ambitions in your heart? You can choose to spend a quiet and natural life belonging to ordinary people. What attracts you to challenge the test of dying? Why do you expect to be an astat?"

Soshyan shook his head, as if startled by Dante's question.

"It's been too long... I... I can't recall my life when I was a mortal. I only remember that I simply wanted to become friar astat at that time..."

"Don't give up, keep trying."

Although a little strange, since Dante insisted so much, soshyan wondered if there was some important message hidden in his past.

He shrugged and began to try to remember his past.

"If I remember correctly, i... I may yearn for the power to change things. My hometown is an ordinary world. Life there is short and boring, but even in that remote place, there is a legend of astat fighting - in the void of more than 10000 feet, angels are engaged in endless war with the enemies of the Empire."

Soshyan tried his best to recall his life before his promotion, but his attempt was like a clay ox into the sea and could not stir up a bigger wave.

"At that time, I thought I should be such a person and have such a life. I hope to sharpen my strength and make it useful one day... I hope to leave a mark in the world. I have witnessed the end of many people with my own eyes, which is meaningless and has no impact. No one knows or remembers. I don't want to do this. I want to make a change."

Soshyan staggered Dante's gaze. He always felt that the other party was trying to browse his thoughts.

"You hid your thoughts from me."

Dante's inference was accurate. He didn't even need to look into soshyan's eyes.

"How can young children have such complex thoughts? Let me tell you about me. My father was a salt trader wandering with the tribe. Barr's life was hard and cruel. I just wanted to get rid of the short and cruel life. Yes, my original intention was just to live and live for a long time. At that time, I was only 12 years old."

Soshyan fell into confusion. The other party seemed to have something to say. What kind of attitude did Dante hold towards him?

Appreciation? Or worry? Maybe the theme of today's dialogue is his trial? What kind of truth did Dante guess?

Soshyan could not detect the condemnation and accusation from Dante's sight. After a moment of meditation, soshyan threw his last hand carefully planned for more than half an hour, ready to win the game in a way that Dante would never expect.

But he made a mistake. Dante's backhand completely ended him,

Dante, who won the victory, looked at the chessboard and was silent. A slight shake of his eyebrows was the only expression of his subtle fluctuations.

Speechless shrouded them, and they were reluctant to go away.

After a few minutes, Dante got up from the table, went to the exhibition area deep in the hall and entered the dusty hidden compartment.

Brass name tags were nailed to the dense drawers in the compartment, and some meaning was recorded in slender characters that soshyan could not recognize.

Dante's eyes and fingers crossed over labels and finally stopped in front of a drawer. Then he waved his hand, and the heavy drawer silently opened for him and spread smoothly and quietly in his direction.

In the drawer, there was an old scroll lying quietly. The roll paper made of gray and unknown leather quietly wrapped the shaft rod. The upper and lower ends of the shaft rod were in the shape of Eagle claws, and the magnificent blood stone with the size of a fist was clenched in the claws.

Then it was held by Dan Dingqing——

"This is the twentieth volume of the secret record left by St. Gilles, which is unknown. Only the war commanders of previous dynasties know that it exists, but they can't open it."

Dante said and handed the scroll to soshyan.

"Venerable, this --"

"The mother once gave orders. Only the lost son can open it. I believe that's you."

Soshyan immediately stood up, straightened his waist, bowed deeply, and took the scroll handed out by Dante.

"Your honor, I'm honored, but are you really sure it's me..."

Dante looked into soshyan's confused eyes and said:

"Maybe it's not time, Alexei, but it's destiny that you will change the Empire sooner or later."

The meaning of the Lord of the Holy Blood angel is unclear. The weight contained in his words is more than Mount Tai. There is a kind of secret feeling in the depths of his eyes. It took soshyang a long time to identify his true body - Fang Zheng is worried about his safety.

Soshyan glanced at the scroll in his hand. What did Saint Gilles leave in it?

"Open it when you're alone."

Dante smiled.

"The intention of doing so is that all the secrets can only be known by you."

Looking at soshyan's dignified expression, he took a step forward.

"I can understand you, soshyan Alexei. Such a huge responsibility can not be easily borne by anyone."

The heartbeat in soshyan's chest was like thunder. Even if he was alone with each other for a few hours, he still felt it difficult to respond to Dante's eyes -.

"I believe you."

Dante continued, patting soshyan on the shoulder.

"Wait for your time. Don't rush. Remember, remember."

Soshyan was speechless. He didn't know whether Dante had spied on his soul? Did he also see the many illusions that haunted him - the memories of 10000 years ago.

Take a deep breath, and soshyang taps his breastplate to pay tribute. The tangle and confusion in his chest are really mixed.

"I will keep it in mind, but Ding Zun."

Dante seemed to want to say something, but finally chose silence.

Soshyan guessed.

"Venerable, it seems that you are particularly concerned about the mourner. Is there anything that can help you? But it doesn't hurt to say."