The pyramid was broken, Rozim widened his eyes and saw another door open in the darkness and walked out of another person.
He was wearing a black background and red edge power armor, with a large amount of golden flame patterns on it. There was no mark on the shoulder armor, but on his chest was a metal skeleton-shaped sky eagle emblem surrounded by flames.
He wore a jackal-shaped helmet on his head and the unique curved scimitar in his hand.
Looking at the man, Aliman tilted his head and let out a "huh" sound, looking a little confused.
"Who are you? Why do I feel so familiar? You are...my brother?"
From the weapons held by the other party and the psionic marks emitted by the body, Aliman immediately judged that the other party was also a thousand son.
But he really couldn't tell who it was for a moment.
"We are no longer brothers. I am just one of the exiles who have been poisoned by you."
"Poison?"
Aliman snorted lightly, looking very dissatisfied.
"I just want to protect the legion and protect everyone. When everyone suffers from the pain of flesh and blood mutation, who is willing to stand up! Is it you? Or Amon? Or our primrose? No! It's me! I am the only one who is willing to stand up and save everyone! But you are unwilling to take even a little responsibility!"
"Yes, so we believe you."
The jackal said in disgust.
"Although we should have known what you are."
"you--"
Aliman was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"I know who you are in such a tone, Kayang. I didn't expect you to appear here after being missing for so long and still dressed in... like this."
"You still care about this?"
"Then your inseparable blood guards—"
"Shut up! You're not allowed to say her name."
The jackal seemed very angry at this moment.
"You really love her,"
Aliman said lightly.
"No wonder you collapsed so thoroughly when she died."
"You said it seems like you know what that feels like, you don't."
"I have no idea?"
Aliman stared at the jackal with his crimson eyepiece, and then he knocked his staff to the ground, and everyone's vision was swallowed by his past.
A burning world, a passage open in the sky, a nightmare that gushed out from it.
Rozim saw heresy and evil, witchcraft and massacre, but Kayan also saw something different, something from the distant past.
That was what the emperor was still walking.
He saw Aliman wearing armor not cobalt blue, but crimson red.
He was not wearing a mask. On the contrary, the same pattern was beautifully painted on his skin with golden pigments, with no scars on his face below and no sense of fabrication.
He walked into a circle surrounded by sand, where another of his fellow countrymen was waiting for him, and the man's face was also painted with patterns, with shiny eyes and falcons' wings.
Aliman and his brothers both hold short-song swords, they fight, fast and elegantly. They are deadly even in training.
The two ended the match without even a drop of blood, and Aliman extended his hand to the defeated warrior, both of them laughing as he pulled his brother up.
Suddenly, the defeated soldier turned his head and screamed at Zhongtian.
His body was twisted, his armor creaked and cracked, and the wet flesh squeezed out of the cracks. His blind eyes turned in the forked pieces of flesh and blood. His extended claws and arms were dragged on the stone floor. The flesh and blood that used to be human seemed to break out of the shell from the armor.
Aliman opened fire, firing again and again until the firing needle clicked the void.
Then he stood for a long time, watching the blood and flesh mud glowing red in the sun, tears flowing in his eyes.
"I know clearly what that feels."
Aliman said, memories fading away like dust in the wind.
"The feeling of being alone, driven by regret and sin."
The jackal shook his head in disgust.
"I'm different from you."
Aliman smashed the staff again, this time the sight was another past.
Many warriors in red armor were knocked down, their limbs twitched, and sharp blades and battle axes were inserted into their chests.
The world is trapped in the sea of fire, people begging, and shadows like wolves and people can be seen everywhere.
The jackal subconsciously clenched his fists.
"Kayang, you are exactly the same as me, both driven by the past, but you are also concerned about the future. You have been searching among stars for ways to correct your mistakes. The only difference between us is... memory."
But gradually, Kayang let go of his fist and shook his head.
"Aliman, I watched my brothers turn into dust, and I saw their souls scattered in the tide of ether... Since that day, they have not said a word to me except to agree, without laughter, without compatriots, I have been walking among the stars with empty shells for ten thousand years, and I have been alone."
As he said that, Kayang turned the knife in his hand, a portal appeared beside him, and a soldier with armor came out.
Aliman looked at him for a while and frowned.
“Mekari…”
The warrior did not respond to his name. He did not look at Aliman, but walked to Kayang.
Then Kayang turned the scimitar again, more portals appeared at the edge of the room, and more Qianzi walked out to stand in the position. There were more than a dozen of them, but none of them spoke, trapped in a complete silence, making only a quicksand sound.
Aliman sighed lightly.
"Is this really going to happen? We can work together to fix our brothers."
The voice of the exiled was extremely sincere, and then he raised his staff and his arms spread out like wings.
"We work together, rebirth will happen, and reconstruction will occur, and the errors in the red letter will be modified!"
Kayang shook his head.
"Aliman, have you not woken up yet? Without the legion, it is impossible to rebuild. The Red Letter is like the wild wolf fleet that destroyed the City of Light... Do you remember? After going to the Wizard Star, we rebuilt the City of Light as it is, but everyone found that this new city could not arouse any nostalgia and guilt for our hometown. What's worse, we have even forgotten what a brother is. For our father, he no longer cared about the fate of his offspring. He had long been lost in a greater game and devoted himself to the war between the four gods. Now there is only the illusory ether in his heart! So do you understand? Repairing the Red Letter does not mean that the Legion can be repaired, everything is over."
Aliman lowered his arm and his tone became cold.
"That's nothing to talk about?"
"There's nothing to talk about."
"All right."
Almost the moment the language fell, the red letters of both sides opened fire at the same time, creating a terrifying storm of noise and flame.
The two wizards stood in the storm, not caring about the rain of bullets around them.
"You are not my opponent, Kayang."
"Maybe it was, but now-"
Kayang raised his knife, and a blue flame surrounded him.
"Not necessarily."
Seeing the flames, Aliman exclaimed in surprise.
"So you defected to them!"
"Accident?"
At this moment, Kayang waved his knife suddenly, and the three mortals who were trembling in the bullet storm immediately felt a trance.
When Rozim woke up, they returned to the original jungle, and the surroundings were still as messy as before.
He scratched his head and looked at Kron and the chef.
"Has anyone spoken before?"
"Ah? Is there any boss? You had hallucinations as soon as your brother died?"
"Uh...no? No, let's leave quickly, I'm thinking about weird things in this place!"
As he said that, the three of them hurried towards the west.