Hearing Soshiyang's words, the old man did not answer, but nodded slightly thoughtfully.
At this time, his aura became even stronger, like a gray skinned ghoul, a living dead man wrapped in a heavy robe, his movements were as stiff as an arthritis patient, breathing loudly.
Soshiyang looked at him and sighed in his heart that the empire was ruled by such a face, a pathological face that looked hopelessly ill.
Perhaps it was because he served the Emperor for too long that it had such an impact on a person, perhaps this was the reason why Makado was called the last person - the last person who survived under the dark star that was close to the fate of mankind, or the others were just dead or there was no one else at all, just one of the many lies on Terra.
“If you are that Terra Regent, then I have a lot of questions I hope to get from you.”
Soshiyan said, straightening his waist in front of the old man.
The old man smiled.
“There were countless people who wanted to get an answer from me, and they were even willing to give everything to it, so what were you willing to give?”
"this--"
Soshiyang frowned, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
"That's it, just answer me a question."
The old man pressed his hand on the chessboard and stared at Soshiyang with his muddy eyes.
“I had a debate once someone had.”
He slowly narrated:
"That debate lasted a long time, and even now he left, I still miss our discussion... His intellect is so powerful, a bit dull, but undoubtedly very powerful, and, occasionally, there is a sense of humor - some form of humor, do you believe it?"
Soshiyang listened carefully. He didn't confirm who the old man was talking about, but he had already had a vague guess in his heart.
He wanted to ask a question, but the old man kept talking, as if Soshiyan's confusion was a trivial matter and was not worth paying attention to at all.
"...Our debate is like this, he believes that the ruler's task is to make himself obsolete so that when his people are mature enough, he can replace it... I disagree with this, I don't think we will never be mature enough, I believe that no one except that person is strong enough to unite human beings, even if they are temporarily together, he is an exception, you know, maybe even he himself can't understand."
After saying that, the old man looked at Soshiyang with his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his eyes seemed to have suddenly turned from a simple stone into a dazzling gem.
"So, what do you think? Who are you standing on? He or me?"
Until this time, Soshiyang was finally sure who the other party said "he" was referring to.
Soshyan took a deep breath, not knowing whether he was honored or shamed by being asked.
"Don't hesitate."
The old man shouted:
“Make a choice quickly.”
"I want to say..."
Soshiyang spoke, but his tone was hesitant.
"I want to say that the Emperor will lead us forever, which is what we are taught and what I firmly believe in."
The old man nodded.
"Well, then you are right on my side, of course - he has quite high expectations for our species, maybe a little too high... He doesn't always realize the fact that he is indispensable, but can he always be here? This is the biggest problem and the test we have always faced."
The old man closed his hands and his fingertips against each other, looking a little upset.
Soshiyan looked at him and waited.
He could only understand a small part of the old man's words, and he wondered if that was part of the test, or something puzzling about the narrative?
If this is true, it seems a bit forced and unnecessary.
"The war between the gods has begun. Even now, I can feel the eyes of the Lord of Changes staring at us, pressing against my heart like a huge rock... I heard the voices of the gods of the darkness, and witnessed the most miserable and depraved appearance of mankind. The collapse of his great cause made me heartbroken, and witnessing this even more heartbreaking."
"but--"
Suddenly, Suo Shiyang changed his mind.
"He has been away from us for ten thousand years. Although humans may have struggled during this period, ordinary people have lived through ten thousand years by their own courage and sacrifice..."
“That’s just a appearance.”
The old man suddenly seemed a little impatient.
"The weaknesses that humans have are fatal, we will never be able to hold on to ourselves and will find true vision."
“I have witnessed many stories of sacrifice and great mortals—”
“Those are meaningless!”
Looking at the old man's face, Soshiyang's lips twisted in disgust.
"I'm disappointed, the Sealer, you're so contemptuous of your own race."
"Yes, it's just contempt!"
The old man said with a rare momentum:
"If you have witnessed what I have seen and observed what a human being will become when he is placed in darkness and alone, you will agree with me!"
"Then your loyalty is limited to the emperor, not humans, right?"
Hearing Soshiyang's harsh questioning, the old man was stunned for a moment, suddenly lowered his head and his voice became low.
"Ha... For many years, I have collected you like collecting stones, collecting those upright souls, which can be a great task to rebuild those things we will lose... Some are warriors, some are masters of psychic power, and some are just mortals. I chose you to protect those treasures when I cannot do it myself... I need these souls to protect the light of enlightenment and fight ignorance. This chain of eternality must not be interrupted, even after my own limit."
When the old man looked up at Soshiyang, a tolerant expression appeared on his old face.
"I can understand your thoughts. Although your answer is not satisfied with me, it can allow me to see your soul clearly."
Soshiyan felt a little anxious, but he was still confused, but he didn't know what he should do.
The old man took a deep breath and stood up with difficulty.
"Hope is still there... I hope it's been there forever... this game has not been finished yet... it has not been finished yet..."
As he murmured to himself, the old man turned around and walked into the boundless darkness.
"etc--"
Soshiyang immediately stood up and wanted to chase after him, but the next second he was in the cold hall.
And his hand had already reached out instinctively.
With a thud, the Terminator's armor collapsed like a block that was pushed down, and the long sword slowly fell to the ground.
This accident made him stunned for several seconds, as if he accidentally broke some valuables in a stranger's house.
Suddenly, Soshiyang looked down and saw something in the Terminator component was shining-