Chapter 415

When the door of the cell opened, the prisoner looked up.

Chains as thick as wrists bound him tightly to the bare wall and surrounded him like a rusty snake.

They have removed his power armor - now he is almost naked.

The narrow cell was like the lower deck of the curse echo. The walls were wet, and the torch in the distance glittered with the footsteps of the people who came in.

The light of the fire caught the prisoner's eyes. When he looked at the statue, he also saw sparks flashing in the distance.

Shadowy grey robes surrounded the body of the comer, and the prisoner could see a smile from the corners of his mouth hidden under his cloak.

The iron door closed and locked with each other's entry.

Except for the hiss of the torch, everything was silent again.

"Talos valkoran."

The figure stopped ten meters in front of him and then said in a calm tone:

"Since I came to you, you should know very well what it means."

"Then do what you have to do. I'm not afraid of your means."

"For now, I'm here to find the answer, not to cut you into pieces."

As the figure paced forward, the prisoner saw the liquid black eyes flashing behind the mask.

He is a head taller than an ordinary star warrior, and the other party is not wearing armor.

The prisoner blinked. His eyes were sharp, but here he couldn't concentrate or see through some of the man's things.

The interrogator looked at the corner of the prison as if waiting for something.

Finally, Talos made a low hum.

"Come on, what simple question makes you have to tie me here?"

"About loyalty."

The man in the robe took a light bulb off the wall and brought it closer to let the light spread over the prisoner's pale skin.

"Have you ever thought that you will be judged by the Empire one day? In the worst case... Since the great rebellion, you need to be responsible for hundreds of extermination and massacres. You have killed many loyal soldiers, including the commander of the noble Holy Blood Angel company, the commander of the extreme warrior company, the champion of the imperial fist. The countless crimes committed by you and your allies are simply countless, and you are Have you ever thought that one day you will be escorted to the statue of the emperor and punished? "

"Is this a trial or a sermon?"

Talos asked with a smile.

"Do you have to distinguish between the two? It goes without saying that trial means we are enemies, and a sermon means that I try to convince you that I have to do the same."

"That's not what these chains tell me."

"The outcome of any traitor being caught is death. Thank me for letting you keep your life."

The robed man put the light ball in the metal bracket, and the greasy light immediately pushed away the darkness at the edge of the cell.

"The chain is just a precaution. I have given you all my respect, but you have not improved your shameless behavior in return, and you have not even made a self introduction in response."

The prisoner leaned back to his head and felt a chill from the wall on his scalp.

"Ha, my name is Talos valkoran, sergeant of the tenth company of the eighth Legion. I used to be a pharmacist, but not in the back."

"Ah, an ancient legend, as you have made your choice, I will pay you back with respect for the time being. My name is soshyan Alexei, head of the star knights."

Talos looked carefully at the man in front of him. As he saw in his dream, it was the type he hated - hypocrisy, posturing and disgusting.

"Speaking of loyalty, the distinguished commander of soshiyang war, I'm curious. Has sevita been pardoned by the puppet emperor?"

"Is this question important to you?"

"Yes, this question will determine how I curse him."

"Do you care about him? Even if he has been 'dead' for 10000 years.

"If he did surrender, the blow to the eighth Legion would be more serious than the death of the mother, which means that we are almost useless, and it also proves that the mark engraved on us for 10000 years is correct... We are just a group of fickle villains, even the best one."

"He chose the right way."

Talos laughed, and the laughter shook the cell.

"What is right?"

When his laughter stopped a little, he also asked his own question.

"Sevita is the son of the eighth Legion. Your correctness will never apply to him."

"Then you say, what is right?"

Soshyan's question silenced Talos.

For a long time, he replied faintly:

"Discipline, revenge, self pursuit."

Soshyan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Yes, but this is also our right."

"What?"

"We also recognize punishment, revenge and self pursuit. Taros, you have served a lot longer than me. Can you tell me why you wanted to be astat?"

Talos looked at soshyan and said nothing.

"Here you and me, sevita and I have said a lot about you, but I still hope to hear it from you."

"Why didn't he come? Why did you come?"

"This is his condition. He said he would not participate in this matter again."

"Hum... Hypocrisy."

Talos sucked his nose, raised his head and said with a mocking look:

"What lofty ideals do you think I have? No, all I want is food and clothing. I just don't want to die in senseless Street bloodshed. I just want to be strong."

Soshyan nodded.

"I agree."

"What?"

"I agree with your reason and deeply agree."

"Ha, put away your hypocritical face and leave your compassion to those who need it more, boy."

"Do you think it's sympathizing with you?"

Soshyan tilted his head.

"No, I'm just confused. Your reasons have nothing to do with your future path."

Talos frowned, but did not speak.

"You have neither ideal nor ambition. I can understand that you are drifting with the tide. For you, the rebellion launched by the mother is only a conditioned reflex of obedience? But I heard from another person that you always say that you are full of hatred, always resentful and always eager for revenge, but where does your hatred come from? Do you really have so much faith in that crazy mother Feelings? I'm afraid not. "

"What are you talking about?"

Soshyan stepped closer and stared at Talos's face.

"I know that you don't hate the Empire, you hate the eighth legion, you hate yourself, just like the crazy mother, but your hatred has nowhere to vent, and you can only choose the empire that seems to be taken for granted. However, no matter how many massacres and atrocities you make, your inner hatred can never be filled, because the things of hatred are always around you, but you must always be Call them brothers. "

Talos clenched his teeth and made a gesture of resistance.

"Admit it, Talos, soul hunter, what you hate most is the eighth Legion!"