Unexpectedly, under the mask was not the familiar face, but an old face shaped like rotten wood, full of criss-crossed folds, with bits and pieces of Mosquito flesh dotted on it, exuding an ominous aura.
"More than two thousand years have passed, and Boss Mikael still hasn't changed much, and I'm about to die, hahaha."
Apokalis stared at Mikael with almost blind eyes, and laughed like a crow circling a graveyard. It could basically scare a child into crying.
"I don't see how you look like you're going to die."
Mikael shrugged. Although the magic response in Apokalis was pitifully weak, there was still a hidden power in its deepest part. It was a curse that he was very familiar with. He did not expect that Apokaris would be infected by the curse.
Kallis didn't actually turn into Moss, which really surprised him a little.
"When I lost my mind, that's when the goblin named [Apocalypse] died. The body is just a shell that carries the soul. Even if it is alive, it is just a walking zombie, just like those monsters.
Just the same."
"So, what do you want to say? If I were to obliterate your body, I think I wouldn't shirk it based on our past friendship."
A warm smile appeared on Mikael's face. It looked like a spring breeze, but inside it was freezing cold, with a life-depriving coldness and ruthlessness.
"And this time I will check it carefully and completely crush some goblins to ashes."
"Boss Mikael's character has indeed not changed, but if I dare to show up, it will at least prove that I have the means to defeat you, right?"
The muscles on Apokaris's face twitched, as if he wanted to show a "laughing" expression, but after he tried hard, he looked more ferocious.
"Of course, victory is a bit exaggerated, but at least I can still cause you some trouble."
He opened his clothes and partially opened his chest, revealing the abnormal beating heart inside. With every beat, a massive amount of curse burst out from the heart, mixed with the blood, and flowed through the body.
The same abnormal-shaped bones penetrated the flesh and blood, and were directly exposed to the air. Feeling the familiar smell on the bones, Mei Luxin raised her eyebrows, rarely feeling a little angry.
It was the dragon skeleton of Albion. Unexpectedly, it was assembled on Apokalis's body in such a grand manner. Together with the curse flowing in his body, it reached a strange balance, which allowed Apokalis to maintain his consciousness.
Transform into Moss.
"As you can see, my ability to survive until now depends entirely on this fragile balance. However, as time goes by, this balance becomes more and more fragile. I guess it won't be long before I become Moss."
Apokalis made a self-deprecating voice, "But before I turned into Moss, there was something I had never figured out that I wanted Brother Mikael to help me answer. This is also the reason why I have struggled for more than two thousand years.
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"Would Britain's greatest master of prophecy be confused?"
"All I can see is just a glimpse of destiny."
He raised his head and looked up at the sky, his gaze penetrated the dome and looked towards the endless distance, his voice full of emotion.
"The more we see, the more confused we become. The Mirror Clan has no future. We choose to obey the future we see and never think about changing it. Naturally, these fairies include me."
"I once thought about changing the future I saw, but no matter how hard I tried, things would develop back to the way they should be. Is the fixed future really unchangeable?"
"So that's your problem?
Mikael couldn't help but laugh, "It's really stupid, just like you."
"So Brother Mikael, do you think the fixed future can be changed?"
Ignoring Mikael's ridicule, Apokalis asked seriously. As the most talented clansman in the history of the Mirror Clan, the future he can see is much further away than the people of the clan, and what he can feel is
Something more profound.
From the moment he was born, he could hear the cry of the earth under his feet, which was the sorrow of longing for self-destruction but not being able to do so. This sound lingered in his ears every moment, almost driving Apokalis crazy.
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What is even more desperate is that in the future he sees, Britain will not receive the destruction it deserves, but will continue to stand firm.
This meant that he could never be freed. Apokalis once thought about committing suicide, but he finally persisted because in the future he saw, the reason for Britain to stand was very simple.
It was the savior from Paradise who established the kingdom of fairies and forced Britain to survive.
Therefore, as long as the savior from paradise is not allowed to establish the fairy kingdom, or the savior is simply eliminated, Britain will usher in the end of destruction in the future.
So Apokalis deliberately planned a chance encounter, hoping to use the help of Lord Darlington to get rid of the immature savior. However, the plan was wonderful, but because he did not "see" the variables around the savior, the plan completely collapsed, and even
He almost died himself.
Over the next two thousand years, as the Savior completed his tour, he could only recognize the cruel reality. He could not change the fixed future, so he had no choice but to return to the village and take over.
The position of the patriarch.
But this problem has been bothering him. The cruelest thing in the world is that you can see the ending but cannot change it.
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"I don't know if the future that has been fixed can be changed, but your failure can only show that you are too weak. All unfavorable situations in the world are caused by the lack of ability of the parties involved."
Mikael said slowly, "If you are strong enough, the problems that bother you will naturally be solved. Why do you have to worry about it for so long?"
"It turns out I'm too weak..."
Apokalis chewed on Mikael's words. Although he didn't want to admit it, his words did make sense.
"So do you have any other questions?"
"there is none left."
He shook his head, then reached out and held his heart, "Although I have seen the ending, I still have to try to resist. It is not my character to passively wait for fate to come."
The palm of his hand slowly exerted force, and the magic power gathered in the palm. Apocalis's heart exploded with a "bang", the curse lost control, the fragile balance was broken in an instant, and his body surface quickly transformed and expanded.
His body almost opened the temple, and the unknown magic power swept over like a landslide and tsunami.
"Why bother? It's all in vain."
Looking at the monster transformed by Apokalis in front of him, Mikael shook his head, stretched out a finger, and made a slight stroke.
There was no fluctuation of magic power, and the Moss-shaped Apokalis was split into two halves in this silent way, and together with the temple and the mountains outside, it was divided into night and day.
"Still... I really miss my time in Darlington."
Apokalis closed his lips. He could feel his life force passing by rapidly, his consciousness getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to die.
"Are you kidding, stupid traitors should stop saying such sensational words. It will only make people feel sick."
Michael smacked his lips, and the raging flames ignited and engulfed the remains of Apokalis, leaving not even a trace of ashes behind.