"It's a bit overwhelming." Albert hummed: "To suddenly say that I am the savior... How could I be! How could I possibly do it!"
Castro shook his head slightly: "If you can't do this, everyone you have loved and cared about will die or become slaves of the ancient people.
The command spell bound in their genetic factors is irresistible, especially for creatures like [orcs] that have been put under countless shackles just after they were created.
No one can stand against their Creator, except the Sons of Liberty.
And the number of [Sons of Liberty] is limited. They are monitored all the time. They are weak and weak. If there is a problem, they will be executed in large numbers."
Albert had heard similar statements before.
"Wait a minute. What about humans? Are humans like this too? Why can they win?" Albert had heard that humans were the first to rebel against the ancient gods and humans. In the end, humans won, and this pure slave was created.
race, but defeated their creator, the God who controls everything.
"Humans are an uncertain factor. Buried deep in their genetic genes is the need to absolutely obey the orders of the ancients, but they finally defeated this order. It was [Golden Will] and [Heart of Darkness] that allowed them to win in the end,
But that battle is still very difficult." Castro explained: "In short... don't rely on humans. They are selfish and mean, so they don't care about the life and death of us orcs. We... must take care of ourselves. We must be saved.
The tribesmen themselves."
Although there seemed to be something wrong with this statement, Albert didn't want to argue with his teacher at this time and just listened silently.
"That's all I have to say." Castro's voice began to become weak again: "There was a lot more I wanted to say...but that thorny consciousness kept trying to get into my head...I couldn't concentrate.
Spirit...bastard thing...get out of my consciousness!"
"Cheer up, old man." Albert hummed, "I have something I want to give you."
He has been trying to connect to the communicator since just now. It was originally impossible to connect to the outside world from this different space, but he used the power of the Holy White Tiger to force the connection, relying on a wire connecting the two ends.
.
"Mr. Albert? Mr. Albert? Can you hear me?" Othello's voice came from the other end of the communicator. It was intermittent and full of noise, but it was barely audible.
"Othello," Albert said, "I found it. Your brother is still alive...it doesn't seem to be the case. But at least he is not completely dead."
"What?!"
"I messed up," the tiger man youth said, "I thought that storing his body in this strange space with thorns could avoid the heat of the lava as much as possible, so that the body would not corrode easily. I didn't
To think that these thorns have a will of their own and can eat away at Castro's body."
"...What exactly do you want to say?"
"Those things took over your brother's body and kept him alive... barely alive. But this is only a temporary state. Only his brain is still active."
"Can't you separate him from the thorns?"
"It seems that once separated, Castro will return to the state of a corpse. I can't... kill him with my own hands."
"...Damn!"
"Is that Othello?" Castro listened silently to Albert's communication and waited until now to ask: "Take him over... I want to have a word with my brother."
"This may make him more painful...but okay." Albert handed the communicator to Castro's ear. Of course, he did not dare to touch the crimson thorn in person, but let the Holy Spirit
The white tiger does the work for you.
"Brother." Othello's voice rang in Castro's ears.
"I haven't heard your voice for a long time." Castro said without emotion: "It's really not easy to talk to you under such circumstances."
"...Are you still talking about this now, brother?" Othello seemed a little unhappy: "You just went to be a monster hunter without permission, you didn't see each other for several years without permission, and then you died without permission. You have always been talking to yourself like this
guy."
"And I haven't forgiven you for joining the army without permission, kid." Castro whispered: "What good is the army? Just look at our father and you will know. He gave up his life for a boring war, but the army did not
He is like dirt. They found a lot of strange reasons to smear our father, and they didn't even pay out the pension properly. If the people in the army weren't so cold-blooded and ruthless, would my mother have to live so hard?"
"I didn't join the army for profit, I just wanted to do something for the world——"
"You can't do anything, kid." Castro interrupted his brother: "Your army exists to wage war. No matter what the reason, war will never be just. War is
War, war will always be ugly. War will never change."
"Even if you say so——"
"Just think of these as my last words, Othello." Castro said again: "After today's incident is over... you leave the army. Leave the Dawn Region. Be alone and freely."
Live. The Dawn Region is just a sacrifice ground. If you die in a war like this, your soul will be harvested by the abyss... But that is absolutely not allowed!"
"What are you talking about, brother?" Othello didn't understand Castro's words at all and was probably confused.
"Our Sotnis will tell you the details." Castro's voice gradually became muddy: "Okay... I can't maintain it for too long... Let's stop here..."
He glanced at Albert: "I've finished everything I have to explain. Let's do it. Cut off my head."
"...Are you serious, meow?"
"Yes. Before this monster completely takes over my mind." Castro hummed: "I have already died once, so what should I be afraid of? - Come on!"
Albert's hands were shaking.
He and Castro have always quarreled since they met each other, and he hates and is afraid of this former master; but Castro is still his master after all, and it is not enough to just witness Castro's death. Is fate still there?
To be so cruel that he must use his hands to chop off the master's head?
"Useless brat. You are indeed as weak as your father." Castro knew that Albert was hesitating, so he spoke without mercy: "Why did Lily choose that kind of coward? If she had chosen me back then.
, her fate may be completely different."
"You're talking about...my mother?"
"I hate your face when I see it." Castro said to himself again: "You didn't even inherit any of Lily's good qualities. Instead, you look exactly like that coward Gilbert. Why are you like this?"
Human beings will be Lily's son. Why is Gilbert's son actually our savior [Sotness]? It's simply ridiculous."
Albert's head was full of veins. He didn't like his father, just as he didn't like Castro. But it was not a pleasant thing for him to have his father scolded by Castro like this.
"I understand." The young tiger man tightened the Luna Steel scimitar in his hand: "I'll chop off your head, right? As you wish."
Spreading his wings, he leaped into the air, aimed at Castro who was entangled in thorns, and slashed through him with a ruthless knife.
He raised the knife and brought it down, and the head of the tiger man was cut off, freeing him from the entanglement of thorns.
"You have Lily's eyes." Castro whispered as he closed his eyes.
"Goodbye, master." Albert sighed. He originally planned to take Castro's head back to the cavalry, and then teleport away directly, but he did not expect that the head of the tiger man in his hand suddenly
There was movement, which startled him. It turned out that the crimson thorns had already spread into Castro's head. Dozens of thorns poured out from his mouth, ears, and even his severed neck, entangled in an instant.
Captured Albert's arm!
The thorns have a powerful anesthetic effect. Just by being wrapped around his arm, Albert's hand loses all feeling!
That thing couldn't take over Castro's body, and instead wanted to take over Albert's body!
It will be very bad if this continues!
His whole body was completely entangled, and at the critical moment, he activated [The Fourth Miracle—Phantom Red Shift]!
He created another clone five yards behind him, and then reversed the identities of his [original body] and [clone]. The Albert who was entangled in thorns immediately became his [clone].
The clone was instantly released and disappeared without a trace! His [original body] also got rid of the entanglement of thorns!
Albert, who retreated five yards, watched Castro's head wrapped in thorns fall to the ground but was helpless. The crimson thorns around him began to intensify in one breath, and the whole space was shaking!
"Damn it!" Albert quickly retreated back into his cavalry giant, closed the cockpit, and immediately activated the space replacement ability to retreat!
He returned to the Central Temple of Lviv, then ran out of the Central Temple, and retreated to the sky above Lviv in a few minutes!
"Screwed up." Albert put on the spare communicator and said to Othello: "That thing still took over Castro's body and began to activate. I don't know what it plans to do, but it
He must have evil intentions."
"You can't stop your brother from turning into a monster even if you cut off his head?" Othello asked depressedly. It was obvious that he heard the conversation between Castro and Albert from the communicator just now.
"He also has that thorn in his head, sorry." Albert flew over Lviv and met Othello. Othello and the others were still fighting the tentacle monster entrenched in the central temple of Lviv, but
The monster was already quite tired, and its offensive became very perfunctory.
"Forget it. I never expected to successfully retrieve my brother's body from the beginning." Othello, the tiger man, said: "I am very satisfied that I can finally talk to my brother. There is nothing else."
beg."
"Not entirely." Albert opened the cockpit of the cavalry and threw a small object to Othello.
Othello quickly caught the little thing in one hand and looked at it carefully.
Under the moonlight, there was a small photo in the opened small necklace, which was taken by Castro and Othello when they were young. In the old and yellowed photo, young Cas
Tello raised his arms to show off his muscles, while Othello, a young boy, hung his arms on Castro's arms and smiled brightly.
"Brother...do you still keep this?" Othello put away the pendant and sighed: "I clearly said that we would never see each other again...you are a duplicitous fool."
"My condolences, Mr. Othello," Albert whispered.
"My condolences... let's live through tonight first." The tiger man smiled bitterly, and rode the dragon beast to avoid a fierce attack from the tentacle monster.
Then, the entire Lviv Central Temple began to boil. Thousands of crimson thorns poured out from the Central Temple, entangled the tentacle monster that was originally entrenched above the temple, and began to assimilate with it. It became
A giant tentacled monster with crimson thorns wrapped all over its body. Countless fleshy tentacles and thorns are constantly dancing. The degree of chaos and weirdness cannot be expressed in words.
"At this time, are you still going to rescue Nina from that monster?" Othello asked Albert.
"Indeed... the difficulty is too high." Albert also complained. (To be continued)