The archangel forced himself to take a step in the snow, then stood still, gritting his teeth and holding his breath.
He slowly turned his head and looked behind him.
A black wolf stood on the white snow, with black fur, bloody mouth and nose, and bloody wounds.
It looked at him, his eyes shining like silver coins in the moonlight.
"Rus--"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the wolf jumped up and covered the wind with a howl.
The smell of blood was sucked into his nose, and his fangs approached his neck, but not San Gilles, but Soshyan.
He realized that the evil wolf was approaching him, so he quickly retreated.
But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the action just now was just a warning.
And somewhere, far away from the horizon and close in front of you, San Gilles's hand flipped the next card.
Stars and flames, a throne rose from the steel deck, and a world was ignited by an explosion rippling on the surface.
San Gilles stood, forcing himself to stand from where he fell.
There was silence around it, and shadows wrapped around the pillars listed in the room, hiding the walls.
On a high place, the flag hangs beside the chains strung together by bones.
He knew this place, although it had been years ago since the last time he came here, its soul had not changed at that time - it was the "Soul of Revenge", the flagship of Horus.
"Who are you?"
A voice came from the throne that was located in front of the burning world.
San Gilles looked up.
A shadow was sitting on the throne, the light wrapped around it, and the swaying cold lightning flashed at its edge, like an approaching storm.
"Who are you? Whose ghost came to my royal court?"
The sound was like a knife placing a dry head.
The man on the throne stood up, and the rattle of armor and the hiss of sword blades came. The shadow wrapped in the shadows flowed out from the armor, and Soshiyang could see a face emerging from the darkness, pale, lit by the crown of flames burning on it.
The sound was confined to the edge of a scream, and the whimper followed closely, and the man took a step forward.
"My brother..."
San Gilles gasped, the man gradually grew bigger and expanded upward and outward as he walked forward.
Ashes fell with his pace, the scene of the room burst out, and beyond that, Soshyan could glimpse the world and vision extending from the end of his vision.
The sea of people kneeled on the ground, and the iron fire machine surrounded it, and the Eye of the Furnace selected the next victim to pull into the sky.
The towering human form stood in the shadows of the gods, covered with skin and silk, with blood-stained hands and eyes dull and without mercy.
"Ah, it's my brother."
The man said, standing before San Gilles, extending out the claws of flames and sharp blades.
"I see you exploring the future and looking for hope..."
Blade fingers surround San Gilles.
"Look at me, knowing that I am here, I am the existence, witnessing me, knowing that I am the future, is the only hope you can find."
Then the fingers closed suddenly.
Soshyan felt a moment of extreme pain, and in reality, San Gilles' finger flipped the last card.
Suddenly, it was raining.
Soshyan could feel the rain pouring on his face, and the painful sight of the past still lingers on him, but as the cold rain soaked into his skin, the feeling also dissipated.
A thunderous bolt of lightning pierced from the sky, San Gilles looked up at the light for a long time, then nodded slightly, as if accepting the inevitability he had witnessed.
"After we give everything, our future remains the same..."
He whispered to himself that lightning lit up the surrounding land, and in an instant, the valley filled with dark shadows, and the mountains in the distance were submerged in the light.
In front of them was an almost collapsed castle. Soshyan blinked. If he had not admitted his mistake, it was the wreckage of the monastery fortress of Nesen IV.
In his confusion and shock, San Gilles had already strided into it.
Shadows spread on the wet stone slabs, an angel wearing a crown, a ghost from ten thousand years later, almost walking side by side...
When San Gilles walked through the gate, the raindrops disappeared.
In the middle of the broken assembly hall, flames burned and fell branches, wet wood sparked and smoke, and above it was a broken roof, blowing wind and rain.
A man sat in front of the fire, with a spiral sword inserted diagonally on the fire.
The man in front of the fire was wearing metal armor and a black cloak, the crown on his head was a silver ring, and a silver mask without any expression on his face. A long halberd was placed beside him, and half a glass of wine was in his hand.
The man stared at the flames in a daze, and the reflected fire light leaped in his dark eyes.
He looked like a lost king, like every king once remembered in stories or songs—either sitting on a throne or wearing golden armor, but sitting alone in the last remains of the kingdom.
As if he noticed the sound of footsteps, the mysterious man looked up at San Gilles, his eyes full of fatigue.
"You're still looking for a way out."
The man said softly, and for some reason Soshiyang felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar.
"You have always been trying to peek into different paths, a path that can make the future have different directions, but there is no change every time, and you are still looking for it."
"Did you blame me for seeking hope?"
San Gilles asked back.
The man shook his head and looked at the flames.
“How could I blame others for doing this?”
The archangel glanced up and another lightning flash outside the cracked roof made the sky white.
"So that's everything left? Disasters come to us? Destiny becomes inevitable?"
The man next to the fire raised his head, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.
“What we have always had to pay is the price we have paid.”
"Blood..."
San Gilles couldn't help but whisper.
“And killing,”
The man said, picking up the wine glass and holding it to the lips of the metal mask. The liquid in the glass was dark and thick.
"sacrifice……"
“…and, death.”
Outside the castle, lightning and thunder were roaring.
“That’s exactly that.”
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"That's true, but who is it? When? Meet the future at this moment? All this is not written on the back of the card."
As he said that, the man took off his mask and Soshiyang opened his mouth immediately.
That face turned out to be himself!
He slowly stood up, his skin gradually covered with a surging silver metal, and continued to rise, lift it up-
"Your testimony, destruction and rebirth, and the dream of the old days will eventually echo!"
In Soshiyang's shocked gaze, the "he" turned into a terrifying, vast metal god like stars, with his hands raised as if he wanted to lift the dark clouded sky.
The next moment, the wild lightning struck the gods in the air, the light overwhelmed their sight, and the thunder swallowed up the sound.
The horrified Soshiyang fell all the way, and the roar of collapse also fell with him...
In a moment, he fell into another room, the flames of candles swaying in the air, and smoke rose from the cards that were rolled into the flames on the table.
The Archangel burned all the cards, leaving only the last one.
And in the silence, he was alone and unaware of it, and San Gilles's tears were in his eyes, and finally flowed down his cheeks.
Soshiyang opened his eyes again, and he was still in the private room and sat on a chair, but the cards in his hand had turned into countless small black pieces.
"San Gilles, what exactly do you want to tell me..."
Suddenly, he recalled the spiral sword. Although he didn't pay much attention to it at that time, now he thought about it, the sword seemed to be very similar to the Holy Flame Sword.
"Is it related to the Holy Flame Sword?"
Thinking about it, Soshiyan decided to wait until he returned to his home star before he could decide. He had many questions before he could ask Mr. Said.