Chapter 417

"I heard that most of your predictions come from dreams."

Talos felt a burst of surprise, understanding and regret in each other's eyes.

"This should not be the first time you have handed yourself over to fate. I can feel this from your character."

Soshyan's words stripped away the scabs left by the past, as if Talos were now a specimen nailed to his calm gaze.

Talos stared back at each other.

He remembered the fall of the sky, and he fell with him.

He remembered Charles's face and his last grimace, and the wind on the holy Tara with the smell of the bodies of his killed brothers.

The spirit clan tried every means to kill him, and he also planned to leave himself in the dead world.

This is what he saw and should have happened, but it changed in the end.

Do we need strength to change fate?

"I can see that being astat hollows you out and leaves a void in your heart. People may say that it is the ashes brought by the scars of your heart. It hurts."

Talos tried to bring his attention back to the present, but he couldn't.

They left him as dust and defiled ruins.

They abandoned him in that bloody hell.

He can only constantly rush to a war about revenge and a broken future

Soshyan continued his words.

"... giving up is not far from pain. You hope it can be, because it is better to accept than the truth... But it has left nothing, no hope, no relief, no forgiveness."

Talos remained silent, but he could feel his heart filled with irritating blood, his muscles contracting slightly, and his skin tingling with sweat.

Then he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Soshyan pulled into each other's distance, less than half a meter away, and looked at him.

With a long pause, soshyan frowned.

He took the light ball off the iron support and approached it further. The heat stimulated Talos's naked face.

"Wait, your eyes..."

Soshyan tilted his head and took a step back. Then he picked up a scalpel from the side table and raised it in front of Talos.

"Look."

Talos opened his eyes and found that on the silver plated metal surface, he had his own slightly distorted face, but that was not the key.

The key is that his eyes, the iconic black eyes of the eighth legion, have turned into dark purple at the moment, just like the crazy sub space.

"How..."

Soshyan looked at Talos. His face showed nothing, but in his heart, all kinds of speculation gushed out.

Does Talos's anomaly mean that he has been seriously polluted by sub space?

Or has he become a meal for the dark gods?

Maybe this prophet is not as valuable as sevita said.

But in any case, Talos is not a person who can judge quickly - he is a very complex person with strong emotions and wishes. In this regard, he is not even like an astat.

"Do you know what's going on with you?"

Soshyan inquired slightly sharply.

"I don't know anything."

"There is a smell of lies in your words, although few."

Talos looked away, and soshyan then smiled at him, his open mouth splitting his face in the light of the illumination ball.

"So I also have a question. What brought you to Nathan 6, the prophet?"

Talos turned and stared at him.

"I saw my death, right here."

"But you are not dead, which may prove that your foresight is not always right."

"This is the only time."

"Can we understand that fate is not immutable?"

For a moment, Talos felt he saw something on soshyan's face, something that broke the mask of subtle control.

His eyes wandered in the shadow, and the prophet felt the touch of fate again in the narrow cell, a firm belief and primitive ambition.

Then everything disappeared and returned to the imperceptible senses.

But Talos has seen it.

In that flash of light, he caught a glimpse of something, a slowly rotating yellow and green planet, surrounded by an uncontrollable strong anger and impulse——

Talos's instant distraction was also caught by soshyan. He stared at him,

"... did you just see something?"

Talos opened his mouth and felt his tongue ready to use words to reveal what he had just seen.

He can tell the truth and say it in a few words. He feels the temptation to say these words and the need to solve these unanswered questions.

But does he really want to help this mysterious eleventh Legion?

Talos still doesn't know what new arrangement fate has made for himself, but what he can be sure is that he will never surrender or stand on the position of "loyalty" again. Even if soshyan is true, he hates the eighth Legion.

But he is still the son of the eighth legion, which is an unshakable fact.

A rotten empire will never be his destination.

After a long time, Talos said calmly:

"I didn't see anything."

Soshyan nodded, his eyes like a shining Obsidian inlaid on his gray face.

"Very good."

He put on the hood of his robe and walked to the door.

"I will come back, son of the eighth Legion. At that time, I will decide your destiny."

Loken closed his eyes and plunged himself into complete darkness.

Suddenly, soshyan, who was about to leave, stopped.

"By the way, those people are very good. The pharmacist named Valere is under review. We need to get some information from him, but you can rest assured that they are peaceful means, and the couple I have asked them to live in a quiet place in anonymity. You don't have to worry about them. As for the mechanical bishop named dieterian, he is very happy to accept his new identity He is trying to atone for what he has done in the past. "

Talos suddenly opened his eyes.

"You are the most despicable puppet running dog I have ever seen."

Soshyan didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"I see the world you're looking for, ulano."

The prophet narrated in a flat tone:

"Find a world with large deserts and forests. In addition, it is threatened by a powerful force. I guess that force should be green."

Soshyan nodded.

"Thank you."

Talos snorted and didn't answer.

"Do you think I was threatening you just now?"

The prophet smiled, but did not speak.

"I'm curious, Talos, why do you think I will threaten a chaotic traitor with other people's lives? Don't you know the character of chaotic traitors?"

Talos's shoulder froze.

"In the past, would you accept this threat?"

The prophet clenched his teeth. He felt as if he had been fooled.

Soshyan laughed.

"Talos valkoran, as I said before, you are dead, the soul hunter of the eighth Legion is dead, you have returned to yourself, and you no longer belong to the midnight lord since you care about other people's lives."

With that, he disappeared outside the prison door.

Darkness once again enveloped the world of Talos