He was already sure that Monk Said must have lied to him, or that his memory had also been modified, so he didn't know that there was an established undead army on the Holy Star?
All kinds of thoughts were wandering in Soshiyang's heart, but he didn't know where to start.
Finally, he suddenly thought of a problem.
"If you can already use grey graft on a large scale, why will there be such huge casualties?"
Suoshiyang knew the power of gray graft. Even if he was just one hundred warriors transplanted gray graft, he was confident that he could reach the army of tens of thousands of demons.
Gray graft has an overwhelming advantage over subspace power.
Randall smiled bitterly and replied:
"Because we can't say that it is a large-scale application, there have never been more than a hundred soldiers who can match gray grafts. Moreover, the gray grafts we transplanted are deteriorated versions. Not only are they limited in their functions, but they also have limited use time. After multiple use, they will die due to metallization of the organs."
"Organ metallization-"
Soshiyang widened his eyes and suddenly imagined in his mind that all the organs in his body turned into metal. That must have been extremely desperate pain - this end made him shudder.
"How many people do you have now?"
"Six hundred and thirty-two people."
From the first three thousand people to less than seven hundred people now, Soshiyang can imagine what the White Temple has experienced over the years.
But then, he frowned again.
"No, shouldn't the grey graft metalize the bone first?"
“Yes, that’s the problem with deteriorating ash, which will give priority to metallization of internal organs…and it’s very fast.”
"Why is this happening?"
"Because... we lost the initial grey fluid."
Randall glanced at Soshiyang deeply.
"You should be very clear about the importance of initial grey graft fluid. Only the grey graft obtained from the initial transplanter can be perfectly transplanted to other people. If the grey graft has been transplanted once, it will deteriorate if it is transplanted to others."
Soshyan blinked, and Friar Seed had told him about this.
Unlike gene seeds, grey granules can grow by geometric numbers. In order to ensure the quality of transplanted grey granules and avoid serious defects, all grey granules can only come from his body, which means that it is the only source of grey granules.
"What happened to your initial grey graft transplanter...?"
Randall turned his gaze to the Internet gate and said in a heavy tone:
"He's in it."
"Inside?"
"The other side of the gate is not directly a network channel. To be on the safe side, the sealer also built a huge area at the exit of the network channel when he was ordered to build this network channel... The structure of this area is imagined from a different space undead, which is essentially a maze. Many anti-psychic means are used in the maze, which is to prevent the demon army from rushing out of the network channel directly and causing disaster to appear."
"I see--"
"The Horus Rebellion broke out and the Internet was in turmoil. Although some demons surged out, the ancestors were able to deal with it after being blocked by the maze. However, six thousand years ago... the maze seemed to have a new situation. The number of demons gushing out suddenly increased. The battle group immediately suffered huge losses and was almost unable to hold on. In order to know that the maze was abnormal, the battle group leader at that time, also the first battle group leader, entered the Internet alone, but."
Randall shook his head.
"He has never come out again."
“It turns out to be like this…”
Soshiyang immediately understood that the first commander of the White Temple who disappeared on the side of the Internet, and the "initial grey graft transplanter" of the remains of this undead army, was actually the "acting commander of the legion" with the same qualification as Soshiyang.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt something strange.
If the other party is still there, will this meeting be embarrassing?
After a moment of silence, Soshiyang asked:
"What's his name?"
"It is recorded in the War Chapter Archives that people call him... Monk Said."
In an instant, a thunder thunder flashed through Suoshiyang's mind!
"What--"
At this moment, he was extremely surprised.
Seeing Soshiyang's appearance as if he saw a ghost, Randall seemed to have some insight and asked softly:
"You have heard of this name?"
"Um--"
Soshiyang took a few deep breaths and calmed down, he considered whether to reveal the truth to the other party.
At present, it seems that the other party is trustworthy, but the two met by chance after all. Even though they may be blood brothers, the most important thing is that unlike people like Kayang, he has no means to restrain the other party.
“If it’s inconvenient….”
"Mr. Seid, right here at the moment, right? He should say that the Knight of the Astral Realm was formed by him."
After hearing this, Randall was stunned for a while, then lowered his head, as if thinking.
Soshiyang also looked at him silently.
Five minutes later, Randall raised his head again, his face as usual, but there was a little more gloom between his eyebrows.
"I can't imagine it, but I believe what you say, Monk Seid... or a man who calls Monk Seid, right there in you, the grey graft on your body can prove this."
"But now monk Seed has become a fearless person."
"It turns out to be like this-"
Randall turned his gaze to the gate of the Internet again.
"It seems... the truth is still hidden behind this door."
"What's the truth?"
"Friend Seed, what happened to me or what happened back then."
Randall suddenly turned his head and stared at Soshiyang in a daze.
"Soshyan, do you want to know the truth? Will you take a risk for this truth?"
After hearing this question, Soshiyan was surprised by himself.
He didn't hesitate, and suddenly, everything felt good, as if the question had been waiting for him all his life.
"Of course, I have to find out the truth."
"That's easy."
Randall smiled slightly and looked back at the golden gate standing in the trembling direction.
"The truth is inside. I don't think there are many people in the entire empire who can live in and come out alive-"
"You mean..."
"What's your choice?"
Randall smiled, but the smile was quite bitter, and then the leader of the White Holy Temple said calmly:
"When we first knew who we were, we all had our own fears, Soshiyan."
Soshiyang looked at the face that was somewhat similar to him. For the first time, he saw fragility and sorrow.
"Then will you go with me?"
"No, I'll just drag you down when I go in."
Hearing the other party say this, Soshiyang then took a deep breath.
"I have always believed that nothing is unchangeable. Hope is still there, hope is always there."
Then Soshiyang stepped forward, strode towards the throbbing gate, and made a click as his feet stepped on the stone steps.
Randall watched him leave without saying a word.
At this moment, at least for him, Soshiyang's figure slowly overlapped with the other person's back - a man who was exhausted by eternal duties and stumbled into the darkness.
Perhaps from today on, he will be able to forget the broken screams of the raging terror war deep underground.