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Chapter 705 The dust of history

"Horus."

Marcado gasped hard:

"There are some things in this galaxy that you don't understand, just because you don't need to understand, and that knowledge will erode your hearts, do you know? Just like your brothers."

Horus was still shaking, and then took a moment to sway and stood up and took a step forward.

The sealer still absent-mindedly fiddling with his simple robe and the ancient technology collar around his neck.

"You cannot see clearly what we have done to you, because you are too focused on what you think you deserve, and you have no sacrifice in the concept of earthly things, and that is how you can sublimate..."

Horus's hand approached the hilt of the sword in the sheath he wore at his waist, and its fork was molded into the wings of the eagle, shining with golden light, and the omniscient Eye of Terra in the middle.

"And this, that's why humans cannot be ruled by superhumans! Your concerns are different from those of mortals. Mortals must eat, sleep, love, fear, and eventually... death. People will never understand the immortality you are born with. If you cannot see this truth clearly, then you are all the fallacies I need to prove."

The sword's energy field was activated the moment it was unsheathed, and Khan shook his head and held Horus' arm.

"Calm down, brother, think about where you are standing."

Horus' expression was still gloomy, he stared at the fragile old man in front of him,

Then he raised his sword and stabbed it into the table.

The tip of the sword pierced straight through the hardened wood and completely poked into the floor below.

"I despise you!"

Horus spat at the seal holder.

"You and the bureaucratic council in this shadow, people like you have no right to rule, an empire ruled by mortals is...that...that will be..."

"That's exactly what your father wants."

Makado took a deep breath and looked extremely tired.

"Leave here, Horus, and return to the expedition and killing you deeply love, you will have your moment of glory, and I promise you."

Soshiyang lowered his head and saw half a meter above the debate table, Terra's Eye and the Eagle were inverted into a strange symbol, like some terrible omen.

Looking at this scene, Soshiyang had a lot of thoughts in his heart. Such a witness had long disappeared, just like his primordial body, annihilated in the torrent of history, no one knew about it.

But when recalling Horus's words, Soshiyan could not help but feel suspicious.

Is the rule of mortals a failure or success?

Judging from the results of the debate between Macardo and Horus, it seems that Macardo won.

Just as he was pondering, the whole world was broken again, and he was still in that hall, while Brahma lay quietly in his palm.

The material of this weapon is neither gold nor stone, but instead has an amber texture, engraved with mysterious figures, and there is a vacant in the center of the head.

Soshiyang blinked and found that the size of the vacancy was very similar to something, so he took out the red talisman.

After comparison, the size was the same, so he carefully placed the red amulet into the vacancy.

Before he could let go, he heard a light click, and Fen Tian had already locked the red amulet himself.

Suddenly, the silent constructs revived again, but the red light flashing on their heads turned into relatively calm green light.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Soshiyang guessed that he probably had the command authority for these components, and Loken had already touched it.

"Guigui, if this thing is taken out, it will be a sage if it is—"

As a result, as soon as he touched one of them, he suddenly began to tremble violently, and at the same time, he could see the sparks of electric shocks on his robotic arm.

“Let it go.”

As soon as Soshiyang's command came out, Loken's trembling finally stopped, and he collapsed to the ground with smoke all over his body.

"Okay, so good--"

After seeing that Loken had nothing to do, Soshiyang turned around, but found that all the soldiers were watching him.

Then, Mark was the first to kneel down, and the other soldiers were like this.

Soshyan felt the weight on his shoulders, and the past history was heavy on him. If the hallucinations at that time were really memories of the past, then their primordials were voluntarily sacrificed for the empire.

And this sacrifice will eventually bear fruit on them.

Thinking of this, although Suoshiyang was full of thoughts, he didn't know what to say.

Finally he raised Brahma and said in a deep voice:

"The Immortal Army will last forever!"

"The Immortal Army will last forever! The Immortal Army will last forever!"

The soldiers shouted in unison.

"Huh? It seems... there is something else."

Suddenly, Soshiyan heard the sound of surprise from behind him, and he turned around and saw the Technological Priest groping under the base of the statue.

Soon he found a button on the relief and then gently pressed it down.

With a slight transmission sound, the base opened a secret lattice and sent out a rusty box.

Soshiyan immediately walked over and Loken gave up his position.

He squatted down, pulled out the last locking pin, and reached out to open the lid.

The board above covered the entire box, as thick as his palm, Soshiyang reached his hand down and gently pushed it away.

At the same time, he smelled the stale dust and rushed out of his mouth, and suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness.

But in the end he pushed the lid behind.

Loken stretched his neck curiously, but saw a bulky thing in the box wrapped in something that looked like a coarse cloth bag.

Soshiyan pulled a knife out of the boot and began to cut. He saw what was inside, but he didn't stop until every piece of fabric was cut and removed, just to confirm.

Finally, he stood up straight and stared at what he had just opened.

"What is that?"

Mark asked curiously.

Soshyan did not answer immediately, and a strange sense of horror surged across his body, jamming his words.

When he finally said it, his voice seemed very dry.

"Inside... nothing."

Mark walked to the box, looked inside, and saw what Soshyan saw.

"ah."

Inside the box is a large piece of stone, perhaps granite, just like the most common stones underground, and even some of the edges are cracked.

It occupies most of the space inside the box, with a slender cone at one end and a mottled and rough oval at the other end, like a drop of water.

This may be a piece on a building, like an ancient building that was discarded into the wind and sand. The only special thing is that it has a line of words engraved in Gaoge's language.

[Glory and shame are hidden deep in Pandora's box]


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