The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“It seems that in some situations, I am quite similar to Him.”

After saying that, Sochoyan sighed and tilted his head.

“It’s late, go back and rest. You might have to leave in a couple of days. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to familiarize yourself with the weapons and equipment. Oh right, you need to change your outfit too. Should I get you a suit of armor made?”

“Armor... no need, but changing my attire wouldn’t be bad. I have an idea here, I'll show it to you then.”

Seeing Rozim’s mysterious appearance, Sochoyan frowned suspiciously.

“Don’t tell me it’s some kind of bizarre outfit again.”

“No, no, you’ll know when the time comes.”

“Alright, whatever you want.”

At this moment, Rozim pointed to the wine pot on the table.

“This... the unfinished wine, can I take it back?”

“Tsk, you, sigh, really, alright, alright, take it back.”

Waving his hand, Sochoyan stood up. Without any signal, a flyer slowly descended. Rozim then pocketed the wine pot and ran up happily.

Ding-dong—!

In a beautifully decorated and cozy little house, a doorbell suddenly rang. Loken, who was sitting on a living plant fiber sofa, watching Aida beauties dance on a crystal screen and humming softly, didn't even lift his head and directly said.

“Kren, go open the door.”

Kren, who was sitting on the carpet fiddling with a crystal-embedded device, probably a remote control for some equipment in the house, also didn't look up and retorted.

“Aidunzi, I'm busy, go help open the door.”

“Hic—”,

Dogo's answer was just a hiccup. All the wine that could be found in the house had been drunk by him. Now he was lying in a pile of compressed towels, feeling dizzy. After a while, disturbed by the doorbell, he muttered.

“Little rat, go open the door.”

Chuan Kuiluo, who was counting the various gadgets in his pocket, looked around and finally stood up helplessly, dragging his feet to the entrance. Usually, they would take a look to see who it was, but this time they all thought it was Rozim, so they directly opened the door.

“Boss—”

Just as he called out, Chuan Kuiluo was stunned, because it wasn't the boss outside the door, but an old Lu Yi with white hair and beard, holding a smoking pipe, wearing a heavy robe, and smiling.

“Yo, a Hrud, that's rare. Is Dogo here?”

Chuan Kuiluo was stunned for a moment, then turned around and shouted.

“Dwarf, dwarf, countryman, countryman!”

Half-drunk and half-awake, Dogo didn't react for a moment, until the other party's voice appeared in his ear.

“You can't drink, but you insist on drinking, just to be different from me?”

In an instant, his eyes widened, and then he sat up.

“Who let you in!”

“Haha.”

Woke, the patriarch, shook his smoking pipe and laughed:

“We are all old acquaintances, are you so unwilling to see me?”

“Unwilling, thank you.”

Saying that, he jumped to the ground and turned to walk towards the stairs.

“I'm going to sleep, goodbye.”

“Escape is useless, my sub-body.”

This sentence made Dogo freeze in place. Kren, not far away, suddenly looked up, touched his head and said:

“What sub-body?”

“Shut up!”

Dogo strode to Woke and then roared in a low voice:

“Let's talk outside!”

The other party just nodded with a smile.

Then the two walked to the yard behind the cottage, which was very quiet, with flowerbeds, statues and several unknown trees. During this process, Dogo constantly looked back to see if anyone was following him.

“Spit it out!”

Coming to a large tree full of emerald green, slender leaves, Dogo put his hands on his hips angrily, looking unusually manic and uneasy.

“Just came to see you, is that not allowed?”

“What's the point! I said it before, I live my life, don't even think about interfering with me!”

“Alas, I never wanted to interfere with you, but you have to understand that you are my sub-body, your birth has a reason, you are destined to complete the journey that I and Olord did not finish.”

“There is no such thing as destiny! I do what I like! I don't do what I don't like! Besides, your good buddy died long ago, turned into ashes, what are you talking about!”

Seeing Dogo so resistant and irritable, Woke took a puff of smoke and shook his head helplessly.

“It was indeed my negligence at the beginning, or rather, I never realized that my temper when I was young was more rebellious than I thought. In a sense, perhaps this is picking up flowers in the morning, but you were still born after all. You hate the path you have to take, and choose to go against me in everything in the past. I am not good at drinking, so you desperately drink. I am not good at business, so you try your best to do business. I am trustworthy, so you borrow money and never pay it back, but perhaps it is precisely because of this reason that you will meet him, and you still have to embark on the journey that I and Olord did not complete. The two words 'cause and effect' said by the Golden Light Saint are probably what this means.”

“Bullshit! Rozim is someone I know, it has nothing to do with some Olord! I only hang out with him, you can't arrange me! I won't fulfill any dreams for you!”

“Hahaha—”

Woke, the patriarch, looked up and laughed, laughing so much that Dogo's whole body stood on end. Finally, after the other party stopped laughing, he gently knocked the smoking pipe on a statue next to him, sprinkling a piece of soot.

“Then let's do this, Wotan is above, my wish has been realized, the only thing to do is to take care of Olord's descendants in the last bit of my life. Dogo, you have to walk your own path in the future. You are no longer my sub-body. Cherish the friends around you, cherish your youth.”

After saying that, he turned around with his hands behind his back, humming a leisurely tune, and slowly left, leaving only Dogo behind with a confused look.

But no matter what, this secret was what he least wanted others to know.

The birth of the Lu Yi comes from the Clone Brocade, which is randomly woven by the ancestor Wotan according to the needs of society and some indescribable mysterious principles. Therefore, although they are clones, they are exceptionally independent individuals, but this is not absolute.

In some extreme cases, Wotan will create a 'sub-body' based on the existing clones. Even the most profound Wotan priests find it difficult to understand the principle behind this, but once this situation occurs, it means that the sub-body is going to 'take over', because often clones with important roles will give birth to sub-bodies, and their future is basically fixed - trying to become another person.

However, Dogo was unwilling to accept this arranged fate, so he chose fierce resistance and caused a lot of trouble.

When he returned to the house somewhat dejectedly, he saw that Rozim had already returned home, and the others were sitting around the table.

“Where did you go? I heard that an old friend came to find you? Didn't he come to collect debts again? I don't care about this time, come and have a meeting quickly, I have a few things to say?”

“Meeting? What's wrong?”

“We are going to Gormo again! But this time I am not Rozim, my name is... guess what my name is?”

At a certain moment, Dogo felt cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a few words.

“It can't be called the damn Olord.”

“Wrong!”

Dogo breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

“Remove the three words damn, I am called, Olord!”

The next second, Dogo couldn't hold his breath, his eyes rolled back, and his whole body fell backward, falling straight onto the carpet.

Thanks to the third emperor Kiriman's reward!!!