God Emperor’s Angel of Death

When Soshian reached the entrance of the room at the deepest point of the passage, Sevita, who had taken off his power armor and put on a robe, was sitting by the altar waiting for him.

This round room seems to have almost no furnishings. The altar in the middle is an ink-black stone tablet. Although it does not look like an altar in shape, it is already engraved with strange symbols. .

Savita sits on the right side of the entrance, facing the shrine, and incense lamps are lit on both sides of the winged silver skull statue.

On the top of the shrine, the magic book is entwined with a strong fragrance.

The blessed chain tightly surrounds this relic, and somehow Soshian feels that it seems to be trying to break free.

The rest of the walls around the room consist of rows of shrines with many parchment scrolls.

Soshian looked at the Grimoire, and then at Savita.

Prince the crows is also watching him carefully.

"You heard the singing."

Soshian nodded.

"Yes."

The singing voice began to become clear, but he used the power of gray marrow to push the torrent of blasphemy behind his head and focused his attention on the game. On Vita--With the appearance of the power of gray marrow, the magic code suddenly became quiet.

To be honest, he rarely had the opportunity to have a separate conversation with this former traitor.

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

"Close the door."

Soshian did so, the heavy door rubbing against the marble floor.

With a loud noise, the door closed.

Then Sevita pointed to the manuscript in front of him, Soshian walked to the table and checked the parchment roll.

He saw a long series of unclear incantions, filled with pain, blood, and dark promises of punishment.

Some are about the illusion of the burning galaxy, some are about the fall of heroes, and some are about the development of something incomprehensible, but they are all recorded in precise and smooth handwriting.

"Do you know what this is."

"I guess this should be some kind of prophecy."

"Yes."

Syvita snorted, took out a sphere from his waist bag, and pressed down to activate rune.

Immediately, a body-sized image formed by a blue light appeared in front of the two of them.

On an unseen throne, a person appeared.

Although he was hunched over and full of wildness, he could not hide the beauty of a strong physique, nor could he hide the aristocratic spirit of Barbarian Race.

The distortion of the picture makes the image not so clear, but the person's appearance is memorable-dark eyes, thin cheekbones, tangled teeth, just blooming because of sincere happiness Evil smile.

"This is my original body, the father of my genes, the lunatic who has been cursed by you for ten thousand years, Conrad Koz."

This is Soshian. Seeing an image of the original body at such a close distance, even after ten thousand years, he can still imagine how great and terrifying this incredible existence is.

Even a strange idea jumped into Soshian's mind.

All Primarchs are blood brothers, so does his Primarch and the person in front of him have several points of similarity?

The thought surprised him.

"He...what kind of person is this?"

He is a stranger, and he has a strange question. In fact, this question should be irrelevant to him.

Savita's face has a weird smile.

"People? They were never people."

"This..."

"There used to be 20, 20 warrior-like babies, 20 Gods in the childhood stage, maybe they were born out of their mothers, just like human children... Maybe he created them like an artist paints, or he simply gave them life, who knows? What I know is that they are separated and sprinkled among the stars like seeds sown. They leave their father and grown up, each of them reflects the shadow of adopting their planet and the person who accepted them. The shape has inherited the kindness and cruelty of those strangers."

Sevita paused for a moment.

And in Soshian's mind, he saw a baby with clean skin, white as snow, falling into the devastated sky.

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 the other Primarchs... He descended on a world without daylight, a world where cruelty is higher than benevolence, and an honor is regarded as absurd. The world of things, this child, this undomesticated wild beast has not been adopted by anyone, no one has taught him pity, no mother can let him snuggle when the nightmare comes, in these scattered Primarchs, these lost Among the babies, he is the only one who has not been taught right and wrong, right and wrong."

Sevita said, giggling.

"Oh, of course, every Primarch has its 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 Later, under the influence of their mentors or brothers, they had their own philosophy of rewards and punishments, and in the end, no matter what the circumstances they were in at the beginning, they came to the same conclusion: the right thing in their eyes is the same. It is correct, and the wrong is what they want to punish."

"Should the mind of the Primarch be detached from the mortal?"

Soshian was confused.

"The child who fell into the darkness, what happened to him?"

Sevita smiled again.

"He has no mentor, no one will take him in, so he has grown up alone...Because no one gives him food, he learned to hunt to feed himself, and because no one will be in him. To comfort him when he is ridden with nightmares or trapped by illusions, so he becomes strong and cunning, overcomes his nightmare, and learns to interpret and suppress it."

Soshian listens to Saul. Speaking to the Said cultivator, the original body of the eighth Legion has the ability to predict the future.

"...No one taught him what justice is, so as a child, he did a record that has never been approached and will never be approached again-personally practice! He He saw people’s hard-heartedness and cruelty, and then recorded them. He saw the abuse of power, the efficiency and peace that was produced under fear and violence. Do you know what he has learned, Soshian?"

" Is...what?"

"He comprehend a truth-since power is justice, he understands that if he wants to defeat the ominous beast that is dormant in the dark, he only needs to be called the most common beast among the wild beasts. The stronger one! If he wants to punish the murderer, he only needs to be a more thorough killer. If he wants to bring peace and equality to this world, oh, he wants so much, then he must get rid of every A filthy thing that stood in front of him, and used their weapons to deal with them."

Sevita glanced at his battle halberd.

"He understands that there is only one weapon that can make him wield. It is more formidable power than any gun and sharper than any sword."

Prince of the crows leaned in front of Soshian. , With a certain sense of oppression.

"This weapon is fear."

Soshian swallowed, his eyes afraid to leave Prince Crow.

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

"Fuckers, thieves, rapists, murderers-they hold this world tightly, because everyone is afraid of them, so this warrior in the wild has become something that can stop them , Something that even allows'them' to learn a lesson from fear... He became the Midnight Nether Soul. He taught people justice in fear, and made this world that was only violent and chaotic before efficient and peaceful, in the dark Being alone in the middle, everyone benefits from strength of oneself alone."

Prince the crows stared at him with dark eyes, waiting for his response.

Soshian was shocked by this story.

As it should be, who wouldn't?

"If..."

Slowly, Soshian subconsciously expressed 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 laughed, laughing loudly, so that the whole stone chamber seemed to be shaking, and tears seemed to ooze out of the corners of his eyes.

After 3 minutes, his laughter stopped.

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