Chapter 369

After talking about the topic of protoplasm, the stone chamber fell into a dead silence again, only the occasional crackle of oil lamps and the groan of the existence bound by iron cables.

Finally, it was sevita who broke the silence.

"To get back to the point, although the plasma is dead, his predictive ability has continued in the blood of the legion with a very low probability. For example, I only partially inherited the plasma's ability, but it's far from predictive. It just allows me to take a step ahead in the battle."

Then he raised his hand, and the chain in the air fell down like a life, sending the magic code into his hand.

"I promised you to find the prophet for you."

With that, he opened the magic code.

Soshyan glanced over and found nothing in it.

"The prophet is the only one who has completely inherited the ability of the plasma, but he also inherited the pain caused by the foreshadowing. You should be prepared. That guy may not be so easy to talk... But at least he is not rigid."

"He?"

Soshyan blinked.

"Where and when can we find him?"

"I don't know. I just interfered with his prediction and guided him here. As for when... You have to ask ya space."

With that, sevita handed the magic code to soshyan.

"It's useless to me now."

Soshyang was stunned for a moment, and then took over the magic code. For a moment, he felt that the heavy book in his hand was like a heart beating.

There was also an iron lock with a secret seal on it. Soshyan wanted to untie it and carefully check the inside, but sevita immediately made a noise to stop him.

"Don't do that unless you plan to use it now."

"Use it?"

Soshyan stopped his hand.

"Are you going to throw it anywhere?"

"But... Maybe it should be handed over to the trial court."

"Don't be silly."

Sevita waved, as if to drive away flies, or some stupid idea.

"Do you think the trial court will find a place to bury it? I tell you, they may hide for a while, but they will eventually use it and will not be surprised to let it slip away."

"Slip away."

Sosh looked down at the book.

"You mean it will run by itself?"

"Nonsense, it's conscious. Part of the guy you killed is still left in it, and you're ready to run away at any time."

"But here I am..."

"It can't run away with you."

Sevita lost some patience.

"Believe me, there is no better place in the galaxy to save it than around you."

Soshyan was silent for a moment, then carefully hung the magic code on his waist and stuffed it under his robe.

"Remember, if you plan to use it, you must stay away from your friends, especially mortals, and it's best to cooperate with your gray marrow power."

"What is its function?"

"Its song, that deadly voice, you just need to command it to sing after you untie the chain. It can't disobey your request, because it's afraid of being destroyed."

"Can I destroy it?"

Sosh raised his eyebrows.

"Don't think about it now. There may be a chance in the future. What's more, it's a pity to destroy such a powerful weapon... You can give it to a trusted psionic when necessary. It will become a nightmare for all enemies."

"I wouldn't do such a dangerous thing."

Soshyang shook his head and was not interested in sevita's proposal.

"What's its name?"

"Malavia's movement."

Nodding thoughtfully, soshyang immediately stood up.

"Anything else."

"Not yet."

"There will be a triumphal banquet later. You can come too."

The crow Prince hummed and didn't reply.

Soshyan was used to the other party's attitude and turned and walked outside the door.

But after a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked:

"I almost forgot, who is the prophet?"

"His name is Talos valkoran, known as the soul hunter. He used to be a pharmacist, and then ten companies." so their only purpose of fighting is to spread terror in the crowd, isn't it? These shallow and useless souls have no deeper emotions. "

The first fierce claw looked at his leader in silence for a moment.

"What's the matter with you?"

Makushen asked softly:

"Since Charles died, what pain has enveloped you these nights? You say this before falling into a long dream. When you wake up, it's twice as bad. You can't roar into the air."

The prophet sighed and turned to play with the winged golden sword.

"I'm just tired of escaping. I want to win it. I also want to know the meaning of fighting for it."

"What is it? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"We should get better. We must change and evolve. Stagnation is worthless."

"You sound like Reuven who hasn't left us yet."

The prophet's lips bent into a sarcastic sneer.

"I've suffered this pain for a long time, the only difference is that I say it now! I don't regret it. Saying these shortcomings is like cutting a cyst. I feel the venom flowing from my body. It's innocent to live a life of letting go, but we should have fought for the war and preached fear in the name of my father, and we all vowed to do so.

Makushin did not hide his doubts on his pale face.

"Are you crazy? How many people in the Legion will pay attention to the long-standing boast of madman?"

"I'm not saying the Legion will pay attention to these words."

Talos squinted.

"I mean, we should be aware that if we do, our lives will be more valuable."

"The commandments of the Legion have been taught and proved when he died. What is still meaningful now is to try our best to survive and wait for the day when the Empire Falls."

"When did it fall? And then?"

Makushen looked at taros for a moment and shrugged.

"Who cares?"

"No, that's not enough, not enough for me."

Suddenly, the prophet's muscles tensed as he clenched his teeth.

This detail was immediately captured by the silent Cylon.

"Calm down, brother!"

Talos's body suddenly leaned forward, and Cylon and makushin rushed up and hugged him.

"That's not enough!"

"Talos..."

Celion paused and intended to reach out and drag the prophet back.

Makushin stared at all this with wide eyes, not sure whether to catch his weapons.

Talos also focused on getting rid of his brothers, and the flame jumped in his black eyes.

"Not enough!! we have carried so many centuries of meaningless sins and endless failures! The Legion was poisoned, we sacrificed the whole world to eliminate it, but we also failed! We are the only Legion hated by our own protoplasm! Here we failed again! We vowed to revenge the Empire, but we escaped every battle we didn't have an advantage! We Failure after failure! Have you ever fought as hard as you can without the hope of escape? Have any of us ever? Have you ever pulled out your weapon with the belief that you may sacrifice since you besieged Tara? "

Suddenly, Talos's body softened and he collapsed back into his chair.

"No, never..."

While he was muttering to himself, an alarm bell suddenly sounded on the bridge.

"Emergency report! The warship with unknown signal is approaching!"