Kayang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed.
"Hahaha! Don't even say that your 11th Legion doesn't even have a shadow, even if you really rebuild your legion, you will never be able to fight Abaddon!"
"Oh? He is Astart, and I am Astart too. Even if he has the power of an evil god, he will never be able to defeat the gray graft."
"No, do you think Abaddon's biggest ace is the power of psionic power? Then you are wrong. When you really face him, you will know how outrageous you are wrong!"
Soshyang thought for a while, although the Black Legion seemed to be very far away, now that he captured Kayang, the other party would definitely not give up.
Perhaps it won't take long before he will have to face the revenge of the great traitor, so he can only be prepared if he knows more.
"Then tell me what Abaddon's biggest trump card is."
"It's a sword."
"A sword?"
Kayang closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something—
"That is a magic sword. A lot of what we do is caused by that magic sword... Under the sharp edge of this magic sword, the empire was trapped in a sea of blood, even if we ourselves were blood flowing, the Black Legion launched an expedition to own it, and also slaughtered those who tried to seize it in endless time."
“Does it have a name?”
"In Ktonian, this magic sword is called Usage, or "forgetful", the grass-roots language of the Legion to which Leo belonged, and in Nagrakali, it is called Scalaval, or "Crown Stripper"... In the Prospero language used by the city of Tizka, where I was born, it is the "crazy fragment" of Mar-Atar-Sai. For the people of Nifitari, it is the "true thorn" of Sorasel. When it comes to its name, it will only be regarded as the darkest curse... But these are all imperfect translations of the real name of the magic sword, because it is not cast by the mortal world and is also shaped by the extraordinary."
“Is it so powerful?”
"Oh, in the sub-space windless spiritual language, in the endless roars of the demon, its real name always echoes - Draknien... The human mind cannot understand it as a text, because it is not a phrase, but a concept. The roar and sob of the eternal song tells the emperor's inevitable fate of death, and his empire will also become extinct in ignorance and blind faith! That chorus, that concept, the origin of the demon, is Draknien, which is the concept that we try to turn it into a telling, but always fails, Usage, Scaraval, Mar-Atar-Say... They all flow from the same source: Draknien, the end of the empire, a monster born from the sub-space, just to kill the king of humanity."
"Concept...you say it's a concept?"
"It is too profound for you. Simply put, the existence you call chaos, or the union of evil, the existence we call the gods-its its essence and energy does not comply with us, it is not an entity that supports us unilaterally, nor is it a reliable weapon to adapt to our needs... It uses us and encourages us only to satisfy its own sudden whims... It is a sincere force that makes us willingly put on original sin outside of war armor, but it is also the essence of absolute fraud, randomly distorting and changing ourselves to pursue its end point full of conflict, it is the memory, emotion and pain of every human being since the birth of time, the power of conflict, and the same suffering of countless alien races is mixed in, making it finally take shape."
Soshiyang frowned. Although he did not completely believe Kayang's words, he was also afraid of this terrible magic weapon.
"How did Abaddon get such a great thing?"
"It can be used by people, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to use it in turn...it can accept worship or plead all kinds of pleading, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to bear the risk of being cursed in the ascension, it is the power flowing in the blood of reality. It chooses us, treats us as its toys and as its warriors, so indescribable... But to be honest, it is not on our side. Many of us have been fighting with it all our lives and fighting against it, far more than begging it."
Kayang sighed lightly, as if he had recalled something.
"This is the Blade of Abaddon... Although I am now alone and carefully bound by you, this imprisonment still gives me some comfort: it is a relief to be able to stay away from Draknien so far."
“It’s affecting you too?”
"Even if my power has been scattered, I can still hear its whispers on the edge of consciousness, but I can no longer hear its roar, and it no longer penetrates into my essential core... It is interference, infection, a demon who has left a tangle of invisible chaos after tearing reality apart and is very happy for it. Some people say that this weapon is a long sword, just because Azekel wants it to adopt this shape, I can tell you that it is true... It is not a sword, it cannot even be called a monster. Among the legions, there are rumors that it is the first gift given to Abaddon by the gods to lure him into the arms of the gods. If it is true, this will never be their last attempt."
"It's just a demon, I'm not afraid."
"I said, it's not a demon."
"What is that?"
"That's fate - fate is in Abaddon's hands."
Soshiyang was not very used to Kayang's way of speaking. He was silent for a moment and changed to a simple question.
"Did this thing appear after the Horus rebellion?"
“Not.
"Then why the previously rebellious Primros didn't get it."
"Because it does not want to help those primordies, Abaddon can get it, and it is all thanks to Ms. Crying."
"Ms. Crying? A witch?"
"No, her name is Moriana...You can't imagine her identity. She was once one of the founders of the Emperor's Inquisition. Her records about her were almost completely erased. Perhaps the clues about her can be found in the deepest shadow of the secrets of the Terra Palace... But there is no doubt that the poison caused by her appearance has soaked your foundation, just as our foundation has suffered a lot."
Soshyang's eyes widened.
"The founder of the Inquisition...this..."
This is indeed a bombshell. If this matter spreads, the legitimacy of the inquisition will even shake.
But Soshiyan quickly calmed down again.
Such a long time ago, and only Kayang's words are just one-sided words, they may be just a demon in disguise.
"How do you make sure she is the founder of the Inquisition?"
"Because... I brought her to Abaddon."
"I feel a little regretful when I listen to your tone?"
Kayang laughed softly.
"It's okay if you think so. In a sense, the transformation of the Black Legion also began with her."