To Four Thousand Years Later

The silvery white shining blade was as swift as lightning, piercing Adrian's right chest from top to bottom.

Pierce from below the collarbone on the right side and exit from the back. Adrian couldn't help but let out a scream.

He had just stood up halfway before he was pushed by that force and sat down again.

After that, the slit door was just opened, and it was immediately closed from the outside. Adrian rolled his eyes. But he couldn't see who the person outside was.

if you can see it

For a moment, such unwilling thoughts floated in Adrian's mind.

But he still didn't quite understand how the assassin behind him could assassinate him without murderous intent?

Could it be the previous confession? Just a few words can make him lose his killing intent...

Is anyone really stupid enough to believe in a confession? this is too ridiculous

Adrian's messy thoughts were instantly interrupted by the severe pain. As soon as he sat down, he felt the cold steel tightly gripping the back of his neck. The iron sheet squeezed his skin, and the moment his upper body was fixed, the slender steel sword pierced Adrian's heart neatly. There were two swords stuck in his chest, one behind the other—but just as he was about to die, Adrian felt that his brain was unprecedentedly sober.

The world around him slowly turned yellow, and time seemed to slow down more than ten times. The sound completely disappeared from his ears, and only a strange humming sound penetrated his entire thoughts.

It became extremely difficult for him to breathe—even in a world that slowed down more than ten times, it became difficult for him to pump his chest.

But the pain also disappeared. The body seems to be immersed in a warm river.

An idea rose in his mind.

…Adrian felt that his thoughts were gradually disappearing. With his last willpower, he controlled the raising of his right hand one by one, holding the long sword stuck in his chest.

While turning around, he pulled out the long sword from his chest. Muscles all over his body stretched out, his eyes fixed on the assassin's eyes, he held the sword with all his strength, and pressed the sword edge against the young assassin's chest!

less, another one before death

Just move forward three inches

He could almost see the fear in the assassin's eyes. He couldn't help but scream out loud.

However, Adrian's body paused. His blade drooped as he leaned forward. He could only cut a shallow bloodstain vertically on the assassin's lower abdomen, and then hang powerlessly on the ground. Adrian's body fell forward weakly, but the muscles all over his body swelled to the limit, and his body was extremely hot. As if not like an old man, but like a young fanatical warrior.

"Oliver! What's the matter?" Hearing Oliver's exclamation, Stolfo opened the door and rushed in.

As a result, he happened to see Adrian who was holding a long sword in both hands, bowed his head and fell into Oliver's arms as if about to charge forward, and asked in surprise, "F-what happened?"

Oliver opened his mouth, unable to speak. Adrian pulled Astolfo's sword like lightning before, turned around and stabbed Oliver.

If he can go two steps forward

…he relies too much on psionics.

After a while of silence, Oliver whispered in a hoarse voice: If he hunts us directly.

"There is no if, stupid Oliver. Astolfo said seriously: "He is dead, we won, the task is completed as soon as this matter is over. You don't have to take care of other things, and it's not your turn to take care of them. We're happy to be alive. Just let His Majesty bite the troublesome things.

"you are right.

Rarely agreeing with Astolfo's opinion, Oliver nodded.

He took a deep breath, and his hands that trembled slightly from fear slowly calmed down.

"Come and help me with the body, O Stolford.

Oliver whispered, his voice calmed down again.

In front of him, the handsome rider smiled. And Adrian only felt warmer around him, like being immersed in a hot spring, and like being soaked in warm blood all over his body.

After a slight trance, he opened his eyes again.

There was no sword in his hand, no wound on his chest. He floated quietly somewhere in the deep space, surrounded by many shining and indescribable silhouettes appearing and disappearing. Adrian's mind gained unprecedented peace, and all anger, greed, and hatred were extinguished. As if coming home, the mind has only one tendency to become peaceful.

"It seems to be a little bit worse."

He sighed.

What a pity.

When he was very young, he seemed to have had such a nightmare.

He had severe headaches for a few days, and then dreamed that he was slowly floating upwards, and then was suddenly hit by something - but when he regained consciousness, his head pain was gone. It's been too long. He couldn't remember what he dreamed about at the time. Not sure if I've actually been here...

But this place really made him feel warm and familiar.

Is this the afterlife?

"King Solomon...I'm coming to you.

He couldn't help sighing, closed his eyes and felt his soul gradually ascending, and an irresistible sense of tranquility slowly climbed up his spine. His consciousness gradually began to melt.

"Please stop, His Excellency the Pope." Just a moment before he was about to fall into a deep sleep, a overlapping voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart.

In an instant, Adrian woke up. It's like being awakened suddenly while half asleep, opening his eyes at once, even though he no longer has eyes.

Or rather, open consciousness. Then. He saw the silhouette of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in the form of a boy. His body shone with colorful brilliance. His body was burning violently. The steaming glow covered his face. Adrian froze for a moment, then turned to look at himself. But unexpectedly found that he was only seven or eight years old, just a child at all.

young…

...Maybe, as a young child, I am the strongest and most struggling moment.

Adrian's consciousness spread freely as the soul evaporated. After a while, he slowly noticed the shining person. It is different from Zi 2, which floats up slowly and slowly melts like smoke. He stood firmly in the air. Countless silver-white thorns bound his waist, head, and limbs like chains, and the other end was nailed to the end of the gray cloud below. Adrian asked silently.

"I am Solomon, and I am Jesus. Countless voices overlapped and sounded: "It is also the Charles you know.

"It turns out that you are really King Solomon." Adrian sighed. He was neither angry nor sad, and his tone was surprisingly calm: "Then it's normal that I can't beat you." He turned to look at the burning soul of Charles, and said peacefully: "At this rate, you won't live for a few years.

"Death cannot be reversed, why delay. Charles replied calmly." Then can you answer a few questions for me. For the sake of my life serving you.

"of course can.

Charles replied.

As Adrian's spirit body floated upwards, he asked again and again: "Is the suffering in this life worthwhile? Will he make my next life better? Is my death meaningful?" Charles paused and answered. Said: "No matter what kind of suffering you suffer, it will not make your life easier in the next life. Because people are born to suffer and suffer, and they will not be relieved until they die.

"And the only value in it is that future generations don't need to suffer the pain and suffering suffered by the predecessors. They can live better..."

Charles said calmly: "This is the meaning of life. So farewell, my Pope.

Thank you, your, confession.

The corners of Adrian's mouth raised slightly, as if to make a smile. But under the curtain, he couldn't have any emotional fluctuations, so he could only answer calmly and slowly. Before he finished speaking, the spirit body that was floating at a constant speed touched the dark curtain. Like cheese falling on a red-hot iron plate, his soul instantly melted, part of it rose to the other end of the curtain, and part of it turned into liquid and dripped onto Charles.

The fire of soul burning in Charles' spiritual body exploded as if it had received new fuel!