Chapter 673

His hands were covered with blood, and the low incense candles were the only lighting in the hut. His power to communicate with them rested in the bones hanging on the iron chain on the wall.

Smoke swirled in the air, a layer of oil mud wrapped the bones, and the forked tongue hung on the skull without a lower jaw.

He moved slowly, erasing the words appearing on an old silver plate. He called three times and oppressed the other party to tell three secrets.

In the end, he didn't get what he wanted.

He was silent in subspace, and his question could not be answered. He wanted to know what the darkness shrouding amegiddoton was, but even the devil was silent and would rather be destroyed by him.

As soon as he finished writing on the silver board, he heard the door open.

He put down the silver plate stained with blood and stretched his hands to a copper bowl. At the same time, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

"Why are you so upset, brother?"

The only answer is silence. He listens carefully. His senses can distinguish its characteristics from the smallest voice. This is his innate talent with God.

The rhythm of footsteps, the presence or absence of breathing, the operation sound of the servo system in the armor, all these are as clear to him as the pattern on the palm.

"Brother zahari."

He didn't look up. He just looked at the red water in the bowl.

"It's not as quiet as you."

There was still no answer, the footsteps stopped, and only the slight collision of armor was still there.

A total of three people appeared. He blinked and tried to guess the identity of the others.

Then he raised his hand and shook off the remaining pink water droplets on his curved fingers. For people like them, power is an intricate mirror containing perception, control and faith.

At the moment, he should have been suspicious. He should have turned around to see who came in through the door sealed by himself. He should have stretched out his hand and took out his weapons for self-defense.

"Brother miso, I hope this is not your response to the method I chose. If so, you can say it directly, and I will tell you, that is the method I chose, and others will agree."

Muttering to himself, he took a black cloth from the edge of the bowl and wiped his hands. Somehow, the scar on his finger joint was aching faintly.

"Raman Stephens, I have heard your silence. All of you must understand that I have to do it."

In his mind, he remembered the words previously asked from the tortured devil. That guy can understand the future in a way he can't understand. Maybe it's dangerous, but it doesn't matter. He believes he can control it.

"A crisis has emerged between the real world and intangible materials. I have encountered those nightmares day after day. The dark star has begun to appear, but it has not yet fully bloomed. We need some extraordinary means to get through this level."

With that, he threw the cloth back into the bowl, splashed with water, picked up his armor from the table and put it on carefully.

"I know you're scared."

He looked down at the splashed palm and bent his fingers to adjust his position.

"Yes, I mean fear... There are many forms of fear. The only common ones on the battlefield are watching comrades in arms be knocked down, blood relatives fall into black rage, watching the situation on the battlefield turn sharply downward. What else can you react to such a crisis? What's the feeling other than fear?"

He straightened his fingers one by one, and his mind was divided into two parts, equating the forcible words with a more direct and incredible result.

"You regard those shadows as monsters and want to kill them, but you shouldn't be afraid of what I do. I'm not your enemy."

With these words, he held his breath.

Why don't they answer?

If you want to do it, why hasn't there been any movement?

"I always thought I was such a person, not good at words and clumsy in thinking."

He reached for his dagger, the silver blade smeared with blood.

"But at this moment I only ask you to listen."

Then he was ready, and the two hearts suddenly pumped hot blood into his body.

"Listen to me and trust me."

Suddenly, he turned around.

"I trust you, brother calistarius."

This is another being talking, but the voice almost scared his soul away.

He turned around and saw only a noble mask, which was the shape of a beautiful man with long hair crying, and his golden tears frozen on his sad face

The next moment, the silver blade fell to the ground. He was stunned and thought again. The cabin was empty and there was no one.

The sound of the falling dagger broke the silence in the room.

The two hearts in his chest beat like a heavy hammer. He stood blankly for a while, then walked to the door of the room, and his faltering footsteps echoed in the room.

The warning seal he personally arranged had turned into fly ash, but the door was intact and there was no sign of opening, so he stretched out his hand to open it and then stopped.

What just happened?

Is it an illusion?

Is it an attack?

Warning?

Why did San guillerno suddenly talk to him?

In the confusion of thinking, calistarius, the honorary member of the first company and the scribe of the Holy Blood Angel think tank, sighed and felt that the future was becoming more and more complicated, especially after the War Regiment set out to support amegiddoton.

As a think tank of the War Regiment, he was responsible for managing the ancient books and archives of the War Regiment. In addition, he was also responsible for the divination before the War Regiment set out.

The result of divination is not good, but the danger does not come from war. It seems that there is a darker existence waiting for them, at least it will not be green——

In order to know what it is, he even uses some taboo forces - even among think tanks, he is famous for his boldness.

It was this boldness that made him stand out in the ship landing battle of "curse sin" against the abandoned space city. However, most soldiers were far away from psionics. People who had a tendency to "play with fire" were more likely to be isolated, so his friends were basically intelligent

Library.

"Alas, I've been restless these days -"

After divination, he chose to meditate for a while, but suddenly his personal communication channel was connected.

"Callistolius scribe."

It was the voice of his apprentice Gaius lecheros. In the static noise, the other party seemed to be waiting for his response.

"What's up?"

"Is it disturbing you?"

Calistarius looked at the empty dark cabin and then responded slowly.

"No, you say."

"What happened?"

With that, callistarus had stood up and picked up his helmet from the table.

"It's going to amegiddoton soon."

"Yes, I'll be right there. Anything else?"

"Well... I've just received the latest news. We're not the first to arrive."

"Oh? Who's that?"

"It's the star knights and the white Templar battle regiment. They are all sub regiments of imperial fist."

Callistarus was stunned for a moment. For a moment, his brain seemed to catch something, but soon he got nothing as before.

"Strange -"

With confusion, he left his room, leaving only the incense in the dark to dissipate slowly——