Seeing that the forbidden soldier said nothing more, Soshyan immediately tore open the soft sutra scroll strips that had been soaked.
"This...is this?"
But what appeared made him a little disappointed. It looked like a tall ceremonial cup made of an unknown material. The surface was carved with many weird tentacle-like patterns and flame-like curls. It seemed that it had been infected by blood before.
There were speckled blood stains on it, and some silvery white could be vaguely seen under the dark red scars. Soshyan even brought it to his nose and sniffed it, but there was nothing special except the strange smell of spinal fluid.
Seeing Soshyan looking at the Holy Grail in his hand with a confused expression, the two Imperial Guards seemed to be very surprised and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Just when Soshyan raised it, he suddenly noticed a vague symbol on the bottom of the cup.
Why does it look like the runes of the Eldar?
Just when Soshyan was staring at the mysterious symbol, his whole spirit suddenly fell into a trance. His consciousness passed through the chaotic gray fog, and then he heard an unusual call, the sound was weak and distant.
, although he could not understand its meaning, he could not resist its call.
Spurred by a certain thought, he walked through the gray fog as if walking on clouds. As he moved forward, the voice became clearer and clearer, and finally he understood what the voice that traveled through time and space was calling.
It's his own name.
The fog gradually dissipated, and he saw that he was in a huge black corridor, which seemed to be carved out of a black stone.
There was no light here, but for some unknown reason, he could see everything around him clearly.
The floors, ceilings and walls have all been carefully polished, shining with a faint light, and strange murals are carved on them, as if many races are fighting a terrible war. There seems to be floating ancient artifacts that have almost been forgotten by the world above the murals.
god.
Looking at the huge and blurry outlines of those nameless things, he trembled violently.
Then he quickened his pace to keep himself away from the nameless fear, and soon came to a wide staircase carved from rock. On both sides of the passage were etched esoteric symbols. They were so ancient and horrifying that
Soshyan had goosebumps all over his body. Each step was carved with a phoenix-like figure. When he stepped on the steps, flames rose from the gaps in the steps, as if this was a deliberate design.
However, those blue flames did not burn him, but even so, they could not make Soshyan feel relaxed.
That voice was still calling him.
Finally, he walked through a darkness that was invisible to the naked eye and came to a strange hall, which was composed of huge columns and dotted small platforms, just like a mausoleum.
Following the sound, Soshyan walked deeper and saw a vague figure sitting on a throne.
When he was considering whether to get closer, the figure began to speak sinisterly.
"You are finally here, our fallen light, the light of hope..."
"who are you!"
"Just like a stone thrown into a black lake, the ripples it causes will spread to the other shore far away. What happens in the invisible world will also have echoes in this world. He has chosen you, and you are Him.
"
"Your words are full of riddles."
"This is your test. There is a poisonous snake entrenched in a dark world beyond imagination. His soul is full of dark temptations. He has been torturing and eating us. Only with the fire of the phoenix can we resist."
"What?"
"Your fate is bound up with ours, and the evil thing of desire is entangled in our souls, like a python wrapped around its prey. Pull out your sword."
"sword?"
Before Soshiyang could react, the surrounding darkness and fog gradually disappeared, allowing him to see clearly that the high platforms were thrones, on which sat Adas wearing gorgeous armor and looking like mummies - Gu Ai
The Phoenix Kings of the Empire.
Then a sea filled with colors and emotions surged in, filling Soshiyang's senses instantly. The boiling sea water surged all the time, and purple smoke enveloped everything, with ugly alien giants half-hidden and half-revealed in it.
, their overstretched bodies are covered with screaming human faces, their expressions constantly changing between pain and ecstasy.
Then the air began to surge, as if something was rising to the surface and making ripples.
There was a wind full of musk and whispers, which seemed to pass through an open door, gently blowing on Soshiyang's senses. He felt something appeared, and his eyes were fixed on the front, where there was a faint shadow.
It's shaking.
"Wow wow wow, look who's coming..."
As the shadows opened from left to right like a curtain, a handsome man with slender limbs, a strong body, and a figure that was almost the same as Soshyan floated over. His skin was as delicate and smooth as marble, and he was wrapped in a purple silk robe.
, it was covered with gorgeous jewelry, and the ribbons were fluttering and dragged dozens of meters behind him, making the posture of the open arms as graceful as a swan on the ground. Under the flowing white hair, a perfect face was sometimes extremely painful,
Sometimes he indulges in pleasure.
When he gently landed in front of Soshyan with his bare feet, an indescribable aroma and strange smell squeezed into Soshyan's nostrils. The man's wrists and ankles were wearing gorgeous pendants. The bells on them were accompanied by
His movements made a crisp sound.
"Oh my God, who is this?"
The man circled around Soshyan, looked at him carefully with mocking and teasing eyes, then turned around and instantly came to the throne where Soshyan had been talking to before, where a man was sitting.
Wearing the same armor as Soshyan wore when holding the Yanyang Sword, he was not in the state of a mummy, but as if he were alive. He just closed his eyes tightly, and his shoulders and head were burning with light blue.
Colored flames.
"Let me cry! How much I look forward to the cruel fate, how much I look forward to the coming of freedom, let me cry!"
The tall and handsome man suddenly started singing. His singing voice was so perfect that just listening to it seemed to be enough to steal away the soul.
Then he danced around the throne.
"What a cruel fate I look forward to! The suffering in the world is endless, and no one has mercy on my pain -"
With the last tune, the man lowered his raised arms and looked down at Soshyan.
"Although I haven't said this title for a long time,...brother, how are you doing recently?"
Although Soshyan had never met the other person, he had already guessed who this "person" was from the other person's posture, behavior and his inner intuition.
And this also caused an unknown fire to rise from his chest.
"Fulgrim... you have no brother, and no one is your brother anymore. You are just a monster now, a parricide monster!"