Chapter 580

"Destroy the Black Legion?"

Kayan was stunned for a moment, then looked up and laughed.

"Hahaha! Don't say that your eleven legions don't even have a shadow now. Even if you really rebuild the Legion, you will never be able to fight Abaddon!"

"Oh? He's astat, and I'm astat, too. Even if he has the power of evil gods, he can't beat the gray marrow."

"No, you think Abaddon's greatest trump card is the power of psionics? Then you are wrong. When you really face him, you will know how wrong you are!"

Soshyan thought for a moment. Although the Black Legion seems to be far away, now that he has captured Kayan, the other party will not stop.

Maybe before long, he will have to face the Revenge of the big traitor, so he can be prepared by knowing more.

"Then tell me what Abaddon's biggest card is."

"It's a sword."

"A sword?"

Kayan closed his eyes and seemed to recall something——

"It was a magic sword, and much of what we did was due to that magic sword... Under the edge of this magic sword, the Empire was in a sea of blood, even if we ourselves were in a river of blood. The Black Legion launched an expedition to own it and slaughtered those who tried to seize it in endless time."

"Does it have a name?"

"In katonia, this magic sword is called usag, or" forgetting ", the reckless language of Leo's former legion, in nagarakali, it is called scaraval, or" crown breaker "... In the Prospero language family used by the city of tizka where I was born, it is the" crazy fragment "of Mar atar Sai , for the people of nefitari, it is the "real thorn" of sorasel. Mentioning its name will only be regarded as the darkest curse... But these are not perfect translations of the real name of the magic sword, because it is not made in the world, nor made by extraordinary hands. "

"Is it so powerful?"

"Oh, in the wordless spirit language of the sub space wind, in the endless roar of the devil, its real name always echoes - draconian... The human mind cannot understand it as a word, because it is not a phrase, but a concept. The roar and sob of the eternal song tell the inevitable death fate of the emperor, and his empire will be ignorant and blind Towards extinction in the letter! That chorus, that concept, the origin of the devil incarnated, is draconian, that is, the concept we try to turn into words but fail all the time, usag, scarlaval, mar atar sai... They all flow from the same source: draconian, the end of the Empire, a belief born from sub space, only for A monster that exists to kill the king of mankind. "

"Concept... You say it's a concept?"

"It's too profound for you. To put it simply, you call it chaos, or the existence of evil Union, and we call it the existence of gods - its essence and energy do not comply with us. It is not an entity that unilaterally supports us, nor is it a reliable weapon to meet our needs... It uses us to encourage us just to meet its own conflicts Whimsical... It is a sincere force that makes us willingly put on the original sin outside the armor. However, it is also the essence of absolute fraud. It distorts and changes itself at will to pursue its end full of conflict. It is an absolute force of conflict formed by every human memory, emotion and pain since the birth of time, and the same suffering of countless alien races Mix it in and let it finally take shape. "

Soshyan frowned. Although he didn't fully believe Kayan's words, he was also afraid of this terrible magic weapon.

"How did Abaddon get such a powerful thing?"

"It can be used by people, but the premise is that you are willing to use it in turn... It can accept worship or all kinds of supplications, but the premise is that you are willing to bear the risk of being cursed in the process of soaring. It is a force flowing in the blood of reality. It chooses us, both as its toys and as its warriors I can't say enough... But to be honest, it's not on our side. Many of us have fought against it all our lives, much more than pleading with it. "

Kayan sighed, as if he remembered something.

"This is the blade of Abaddon... Although I am alone here and carefully bound by you, this imprisonment still gives me some comfort: it's a great relief to be so far away from draconian."

"It's affecting you, too?"

"Even though my strength has been exhausted, I can still hear its whisper on the edge of consciousness, but I can no longer hear its laughter, and it no longer penetrates into the core of my essence..... It is interference, infection, a demon that tears reality, leaving an invisible chaos and delights in it. Some people say that this weapon is shaped as a long sword because of Ezer Kyle wants it to take this shape, and I can tell you it's true... It's not a sword, it's not even a demon. Among the legions, there are rumors that it's the first gift given to Abaddon by the gods to lure him into the arms of the gods. If it's true, it won't be their last attempt. "

"It's just a demon. I'm not afraid."

"I said, it's not a demon."

"What's that?"

"That's fate - it's in Abaddon's hands."

Soshyan was not used to Kayan's way of speaking. He was silent for a moment and changed a simple question.

"Did this thing appear after Horus's rebellion?"

"No.

"Then why didn't the previously rebellious protoplasms get it."

"Because it doesn't want to help those protoplasms, Abaddon can get it all thanks to the crying lady."

"Weeping lady? A witch?"

"No, her name is moliana... You can't imagine her identity. She used to be one of the founders of the imperial court, and her records have been almost completely erased. Maybe you can find clues about her in the deepest secret shadow of Tara palace... But there is no doubt that the poison caused by her appearance has soaked your foundation, just like me Our foundation has also suffered deeply. "

Soshyanton's eyes widened as he.

"The founder of the tribunal....."

This is indeed a heavy bomb. If this matter is publicized, the legitimacy of the tribunal will even be shaken.

But soshyan soon calmed down again.

Such a long time ago, and only one side of Kayan's words, may not be just a disguised devil.

"How can you be sure she is the founder of the trial court."

"Because... I brought her to Abaddon."

"Listen to your tone, you seem to regret it?"

Kayan chuckled.

"It's no problem if you think so. In a sense, the evolution of the Black Legion began from her."