God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Actually, it is not important for Soshian to come to Malakin.

This period of time is still calm and tranquil. In addition to dealing with some Chapter and alliance affairs, Soshian’s most common thing to do is to learn from Malakin——

In those days not long ago , He concentrated on drawing sketches for many days, but he suddenly became entangled in a problem.

"Soshian brother."

Soshian raised his head, and he thought so deeply that he didn't even notice that Malakin had come to him.

"Why are you sitting motionless?"

"I planned to make a statue to commemorate someone...someone, but halfway through the painting I realized that this work requires a far level Far more than myself, I feel that there is a kind of arrogance, as if I deliberately belittle the skill."

"Ha, your work is..."

Ma Larkin glanced at Soshian's work, it was a woman.

"She is..."

"My physiological mother."

"We have surpassed the realm of him and other mortals. "

Malakin said meaningfully.

"It is necessary to put the ties of these mortals behind their heads."

Chapter Chang, the weeping man, put his hard hand on Soshian's shoulder.

"I once forgot about them, but I remembered it later, but recently...I can't remember their faces more and more."

"It's like this Even after surgery and hypnosis, some people will forget everything, while others will still remember... If you value your parents so much, you will never forget them completely."

"Do you remember?"

Malakin's face softened to the extent that it was almost normal.

"No, brother, I don’t remember anything before the blood ceremony...For me, I only have the memory of myself as Astarte. Let me now Let’s take a look at the sketch you drew. Do you want to make a bronze statue?"

"Yes, I think it would be suitable to use copper as the material, but I plan to use satin tape for the back part. , The premise is that I can make the right shape... When I was a little child, I liked the way they flutter in the wind. I hope to find a way to reproduce this scene."

Ma Larkin picked up Soshian's drawing board, and on the first page there is a sculptural hand detail painted on soft coke.

After that, he made a sound of approval.

"The paintings are good, you are very talented, and they will gradually show up with the training you receive."

After that, he turned to another page.

"For example, this face..."

Suddenly, he frowned.

"so that's how it is."

Malagin was nodded, looked thoughtful, and then said to Soshian:

"You come with me."

They walked to the edge of the room, and placed a tall copper cylinder in a side niche with a beautiful painting engraved on it: Angels and giant beasts are fighting each other, in the forest Hunting each other in.

This painting is exquisite, whether it is a wild beast or an angel, it has a nuanced expression.

"It's really beautiful."

Soshian is sincerely admired.

"As long as you study hard, you may be able to make such a work one day, but I'm very surprised, why...the characters you create basically don't have any expressions?"

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Soshian was stunned for a moment when he heard Malakin's words.

He glanced at his work, and it seemed that it was true, but he didn't know why it was so.

Malakin was silent for a long time, and suddenly said softly:

"Maybe it’s just a guess...I think you’re trying to regain the emotions of a mortal, but in fact you’ve been forever I lost it."

"Why? It sounds like—"

Malajin suddenly turned to look at Soshian, and asked every word.

"Soshian brother, have you dreamed recently."

"Uh..."

Soshian paused for a moment, then shook the head.

After that, the Abyss Watcher looked at him and suddenly sighed.

He turned around and walked to the cabinet and took out a stack of old playing cards from an iron box wrapped in cloth. Soshian knew that these cards were called tarot cards and were often used for divination. .

Each card has a carefully drawn pattern of expensive clansman, full of vivid colors, and its wonderful details are amazing.

"Think tank curators often say that the waves of the vast ocean are changing rapidly, and the impact it brings is endless. The raging waves can turn into tiny streams in the blink of an eye, and the gentle water surface can suddenly rise. With a violent typhoon, everyone’s power will be the difference between Heaven and Earth at one thought. It is like a fickle lover whose likes and dislikes are fleeting like a little firefly in the dark night."

"Subspace is indeed an elusive field."

Malagin slightly smiled, tapping the card on the back of the stack of golden with his finger.

"God Emperor is also in the subspace, so is he so unpredictable?"

"This-I can't say that."

"So let's play a game."

After that, the Chapter of the Weeping Chapter is long, with incredible flexibility, and the stack of cards is exquisitely stacked into a pyramid, located in The edge of the desk.

"Sailors often say that they have two spouses, one is the wife of the family, the other is the universe, both are full of jealousy, and it is said that every sailor will die because of one of them, and the other is the universe. Both are quite dangerous. The key lies in how to predict those moments and catch it in time before it fades."

"So this is a divination?"

"No, it's a game."

The words were not over, Malakin suddenly slapped the table.

The pyramid of cards collapsed suddenly, and one card fell to the ground. Many Knights, Kings and Princess formed a crazy vortex.

Soshian's gaze moved, and his hand suddenly stretched out like a probing poisonous snake, grabbing a card with a gold border from the air.

After that, he turned the card over.

The sacred image of a right hand holding a blazing long sword and an eagle emblem orb in the left hand is displayed on the card. An angel is flying above that image, playing a golden horn with a silk flag. .

"That's it."

Malakin looked thoughtful nodded.

"Judgment."

Soshian looked at the card and didn't know what Malakin was selling for a while.

After the Watcher of the Abyss was silent for a long time, he suddenly lifted the head and asked with a serious expression:

"Soshian brother, in your Chapter... it's not just the soul drinker. "

As soon as this word came out, Soshian's right hand flicked, and the card in his palm suddenly slipped.

He did not answer or deny.

Malagin looked at him and said slowly:

"In the Battle of New Badab, although I didn’t see with my own eyes what was blocking the communication of the red pirates , But according to the think tank curator, it was a malicious subspace impact... it was an unclean power."

For a long time, Soshian only suffocated four words.

"The situation is compelling--"

"I can understand, but I hope you can remember that Huron didn’t plunge into the darkness in a single thought, he was in the past It used to be...a hero."

"I understand."

Looking at Soshian’s embarrassment and shame, Malakin stepped forward and placed his left hand lightly on On each other's shoulders.

"Brother, there is actually one more thing, I just told you very early."

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"You have some Very bad things are entangled, although I can't say it, but it may be related to the dissipation of your emotions...As the sons of San Giles, we are born to be more sensitive to psychic energy than other Legions."

Soshian can only be silent, unable to answer.

But Malakin didn't ask any questions, just turned around and stared at the painting he drew.

"Everyone has their own secrets, no matter what your secrets and responsibilities are, Soshian brother...Don't forget why you want to be an Astarte. "