The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"——The future will usher in a dark era, human beings are falling into decline, the light of stars is gradually dissipating, and the last bit of hope is ruthlessly taken away by reality. I dreamt of standing in a black desert with stars dotted on the ground. A little bit of diamond, in this dream, a powerful hunger permeates time and space. It is more terrible than the hunger and thirst that haunts my children... The sky swallowed Baal. Before Baal was swallowed, a bright light flashed and escaped from the shadow....The hunger quickly dispersed after enjoying my hometown. Because of the engulfing of Baal’s blood, This invisible hunger turned into a giant dragon that swallowed the stars, until the last light of those stars turned into diamonds in the desert, and as the last star was swallowed, the hellish eight lights of the traitor The star burned from the sky on the west side, burning in the pitch-black void, and even it dimmed afterwards, leaving me alone in the darkness."

The dark prophecy carried a strong sense of oppression, and even Soshyang's breath became heavier involuntarily.

"——The shadow twisted and dissipated around. This illusion lost its metaphorical disguise. The sight I saw may be the real scene of the future. I saw my father, broken and scarred, even though he was already corrupted. Corpse, but I know that it is him. I feel his will, but I don’t perceive the existence of consciousness. There is only a cold power that can destroy my sleeping consciousness at any time... my living corpse My father is trapped in a machine, this machine powers his soul by absorbing the essence of others. I don’t know if I should write down these contents, even if this is just a private log, if he If he doesn't know this fate, then he will never know this...or does he already know this? And he has made a choice between the complete destruction of mankind and his state of immortality? If this were the case, I would respect my father even more."

"——Zhanshuai’s artillery is striking the walls of the palace. Perhaps at the moment, this sad reality is the best ending we can hope for. Maybe this is the future I must win with death... .. In the illusion, the hunger is heading towards my father. The puppets of the dark gods fought against the hunger in order to fight for the pleasure of killing him. A golden warrior stood in front of the throne, surrounded by me. My father’s Forbidden Army and other heroes, even though these heroes have made great achievements, they still can’t compare with the heroes of our time. They fought and fell there. At the end of this illusion, the devourers of flesh and souls. The Devourer has approached our Lord and Creator... Despair has become everything, there is nothing but despair, but before I woke up, I felt something else, I felt the fluctuations in the subspace, and With my father’s existence, his mind has become completely new, and everything will be well, just as I was destined...I saw my brother, my lost brother, he protected our father , That may be him, maybe not him, I can’t even write his name in my personal diary, maybe this illusion is false, I pray that the future is changeable, as I have seen in the past, but the only thing that is not What has changed is that moment, I have to face the time of liquidation that belongs to me, which I cannot escape."

Hearing this, Soshyang was already a little fidgeting, but he didn't show it, although his heart was already turbulent.

"——I don’t know who this golden warrior is. He looks a lot like my messenger. I also saw my face painted on his mask, but he is not me. I also don’t have the armor on his body. Unfamiliar, I only know that he is one of my heirs, although I don’t know whether his sacrifice will have any effect, I only know one thing, he is a noble warrior, better than anyone in his time More pure, he meant that my contribution to the emperor was not in vain, meaning that my inevitable death was not in vain...but my lost brother made me suspicious, his surroundings Surrounded by conspiracies and shadows, even though I no longer remember the past with him, I am sure that he is the wisest and calmest person among my many brothers. His appearance inevitably symbolizes something that has already been planned. Perhaps this is related to The palmprinters are related, but I am not sure, they are very close, and the palmprinters have too many secrets, some of which involve some of the oldest dark existence in the galaxy. I can only hope that his appearance symbolizes redemption. Not a more terrible conspiracy..."

The recording ended, Dante leaned back on the chair, and the old wooden chair made a slight noise as his center of gravity changed.

He looked at Soshyan, with a faint smile on his face, but the mask still showed the roar of San Giles.

Seeing a little hairy by the other party, Soshyang gave a light cough and said:

"Venerable Dante, you...seems to be a little troubled?"

Dante smiled and shook his head,

He placed his hand on the scroll, as if he wanted to get comfort by making physical contact with the text of San Giles.

"Who can't worry, the galaxy is burning, I have been commanding the battle group for more than a thousand years,

I fought as a company commander for three hundred years, and before that I served two hundred years as a sergeant and a private soldier. "

He looked at Soshyan's slightly dodging eyes.

"From aggressive green skin to endless bureaucracy,

I have fought every enemy of mankind. "

"And you defeated them all, you are the greatest of the empire

Your hero, no one has achieved such remarkable feats like you. "

"I am just a product of probability, I have nothing special."

Dante sighed slightly, interlaced his fingers in his hands, and carried him on his chest.

"People always say that Astarte is immortal, but few people can live to test this theory. When I saw the wrinkles on my face, I started to understand what was going on... I am not immortal. I am old. I am always curious about how long I have to live. What keeps me alive is not my fighting skills or leadership, but luck, Soshyan, you know , San Giles has thousands of bloodlines, and there will always be one person who will live to this age, and this person just happens to be me."

With that, the legendary battle group commander took off his helmet.

Soshyan was also shocked when he saw that wrinkled face and white hair. For the first time, he realized that time will really leave traces on Astarte——

He hesitated for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then said:

"Venerable, the so-called probability is too mysterious. In my opinion, you are the embodiment of will and strength, and will not change with age."

"Young man, forgive me for calling you that, but I am not a living saint."

Dante waved his hand.

"Do you know why I want to tell you this? No one from other warbands has been able to witness the original manuscript with their own eyes, and even few people in our warband have seen it."

Soshyang has an answer, but he dare not say it, although the other party will say it too.

His silence seemed to be an answer, Dante smiled, dipped his finger in the water glass on the table, and then wrote two numbers on the table.

"Lost cousin, who are you?"

Looking at the two numbers 11 and 2 on the desktop, Soshyang was speechless for a while——