"So...this is the real goal of Project Gray Marrow, right?"
Soshyan found that at this time, he was unexpectedly calm, even terrifyingly calm. In other words, a stone that had been pressing in his heart was relieved.
"The webway and the reconstruction of the Legion are all just a scam... Everything is for the purpose of resurrecting Xerxes."
"So this is your final conclusion?"
"Is not it?"
Mortal looked at Soshyan with a smile and asked:
"Then who told you all this?"
Soshiyang blinked, and immediately came back to his senses. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then said softly:
"These words were told to me by the Bewitcher... Mortal, you mean that he told me these without intending to lead me to the real Gray Marrow Project? I remember the Bewitcher said that his existence is to
Questions and objections...Mortal, you said this plan was a trap before, but you still agreed to continue this plan after Xerxes died. Then I boldly assume that resurrecting Xerxes is just part of the plan.
The steps, the ultimate goal... are still the same as ten thousand years ago, to provide you with an extremely powerful body, right, mortal? Emperor? In the end, Soshyan will be destroyed, and Xerxes will be destroyed! Only
A god who transcends the boundaries between reality and the Supreme Heaven will rise in the galaxy!"
Although Soshiyang's tone gradually became excited, the mortal always just looked at him with a smile.
As he spoke, Soshyan pointed his finger at the painting.
"Just like that miserable god, it continues to devour the future and survive in trembling!"
The boy suppressed his smile and looked directly at Soshiyang. When he spoke, his voice turned into a rich male voice with echo, like a huge copper bell.
"What's wrong with this?"
Then he jumped down from the chair and walked towards Soshyan, while his body glowed with golden light.
"For the survival of mankind, for the well-being of trillions of living beings, for people scattered in the universe to be able to travel through the stars without the Geller field, and to communicate freely without the weird dreams of astropaths, for human beings to become
For a race that transcends the limitations of the soul, nothing cannot be sacrificed, and nothing cannot be destroyed!”
The majestic voice echoed in Soshyan's ears, and when the other party took a step forward, he instinctively retreated.
Step by step, the originally short figure grew rapidly and was transforming into a giant wearing golden armor like Soshyan.
"There is nothing that cannot be used! And no one is qualified to object! I am the beginning of mankind! I am also the best of mankind! I am the natural and unquestionable ruler of mankind! I have the power to deal with anyone!"
For the first time, Soshiyang felt the pressure of Cold Sweat. He stepped back step by step, while the opponent was approaching step by step, getting bigger and bigger, and pulled out a long burning weapon from the huge sharp claws.
The sword was like a dazzling sun, shining so brightly that Soshiyang could hardly open his eyes.
"Without me, mankind cannot prosper! Without me, mankind is still trapped in the long night of darkness! It is I who guide and temper this race! It is I who conquer the cradle world of mankind, and then the entire galaxy. An iron fist is necessary
, I must control everything! Humanity needs rulers, the supreme order that only rulership can bring! I - the ruler of all mankind - will bring salvation!"
The other party was already so close, so close that it seemed like he could hold Soshiyang in his hand just by stretching out his hand.
Facing the huge pressure like a landslide, Soshyan almost suffocated.
Almost instinctively, he slowly moved his hand towards the sword at his waist.
"Anyone! Anything! should be used by me! Even my son!"
The moment the opponent leaned over, Soshiyang, who was clenching his teeth, was instantly dyed silver. Not only his armor, but also his face. At the same time, the Holy Flame Sword on his waist was also pulled out of its scabbard with a scream.
The spiral sword ignited with cold black flames.
The next moment, the pressure disappeared, and the dazzling golden light disappeared, leaving only the fluttering curtain still flickering slightly.
Soshyan suddenly woke up and saw that the sword in his hand was pointing at the mortal who had turned back into a child.
"ah!"
A second later, he let go of his hand in fear, stepped back and even knocked down a display shelf.
As many utensils fell and shattered, the Holy Flame Sword also fell heavily on the stall.
"me..."
Soshyan finally realized what he had just done...
He actually drew his sword against the Lord of Mankind!
Only the Primarchs called traitors have done this kind of thing, but today he -
The mortal glanced at the Holy Flame Sword with lowered eyes, put his hands behind his back and chuckled:
"Soshyan, you have already given your answer."
"I...not...I..."
Soshyan stood there hesitating, looking a little at a loss.
But Mortal said something meaningful.
"Someone told you that no matter who you face, you must know how to resist, right?"
Soshyan was speechless.
But the mortal walked towards the shattered works of art and picked up a fragment.
"Actually, you are right. You can only survive by swallowing the future. Just like these things, even if they are restored, there will be cracks that are difficult to see with the naked eye. It will become more difficult to repair after the next break."
As he said that, he threw away the fragments, and the fragments and broken display shelves automatically returned to their original places and became their original appearance.
"If it's broken, it's broken. No matter how you repair or remedy it, it can't change the reality that it was once broken."
"Feel sorry..."
"You don't need to apologize to anyone. As Soshyan, you have done a good job...but there is one thing I need to correct. Gray marrow has always been a trap. It was and still is."
"I...I don't quite understand."
"I can't find the answer, but you can."
"Why?"
"Only you can find the truth about Asuryan and the Immortal Starfall. In fact, we don't know how many players there are in this chess game, but we can deduce that there is one invisible player in this fog.
His hands are even more concealed than those four destructive powers."
"If that's the case, why does Makado..."
"This is a huge gamble. Although there are various risks in it, they believe that many risks can be avoided. Compared with the huge benefits, taking some risks is within the acceptable range... However, there is always a difficulty
Anticipated variables influence everything.”
"What is it?"
"Time... Ten thousand years, a lot of things have changed. Whether this plan is still going according to the original plan, no one knows, I don't know, and the confused person doesn't know, probably... only he himself
knew."
"he..."
Soshyan frowned.
"Makado?"
The mortal shook his head.
"Makado has passed away long ago. What is leading this plan now is his 'consciousness', or the 'him' that is shaped by memory and is close to Malcador, but... it's just like you think
, is that the person who just has the memory?"
Soshyan lowered his head and fell into deep thought. He felt that not only was the whole thing not straightened out, but it was becoming more and more complicated.