Chapter 781

"-- the future will usher in a dark era. Mankind will fall into decline, the light of the stars will gradually dissipate, and the last hope will be ruthlessly taken away by reality. I dreamed that I was standing in a black desert, dotted with diamonds on the ground. In this dream, a strong hunger is all over time and space, which is more terrible than the hunger and thirst that bothers my children It appeared from the east of the night sky, shuttled through the sky I was not familiar with, and swallowed up Baal. Before Baal was swallowed up, a light flashed and escaped from the shadow... The hunger quickly dispersed after enjoying my hometown. Due to swallowing Baal's blood, the invisible hunger turned into a dragon swallowing the stars until the last light of the stars It became diamonds in the desert. As the last star was swallowed up, the traitor's infernal star burned from the West sky and burned in the dark void. Then even it darkened, leaving me standing alone in the dark. "

The dark prophecy had a strong sense of oppression, and even soshyan's breath was involuntarily heavy.

"-- the shadow twisted and dissipated around. The illusion lost its metaphorical disguise. What I saw may be the real scene of the future. I saw my father, broken and scarred. Although he was like a rotten corpse, I knew it was him. I felt his will, but I didn't feel the existence of mind. There was only a cold power that could be used at any time It destroys my sleepy consciousness. My living corpse father is trapped in a machine. This machine provides strength for his soul by absorbing the essence of others. I do not know if I should write down these contents, even if this is only a private day. If he does not know the fate, then he will never know these... He already knows this? And has made a choice between the complete destruction of mankind and his immortality? If so, I will respect my father more. "

"- Zhan Shuai's gunfire is knocking on the wall of the palace. Maybe at present, this sad reality is the best outcome we can hope for. Maybe this is the future I must win with death... In the illusion, the hunger went to my father, and the puppets of the dark gods fought against the hunger in order to compete for the pleasure of killing him and stood in front of the throne A golden warrior surrounded by my father's forbidden army and other heroes. Although these heroes have made great achievements, they still can't compare with the heroes of our time. They fight there and fall there. At the end of this illusion, the Devourer of flesh and blood and the Devourer of soul approach our Lord and creator... Despair has become everything except despair There is nothing else, but before I wake up, I feel some other things. I feel the fluctuation of sub space and the existence of my father. His mind has changed and everything will be well, just as I was destined... I saw my brother, my lost brother, who protected our father, maybe he or not It's him. I can't even write down his name in my personal diary. Maybe this illusion is false. I pray that the future is changeable, as I have seen in the past, but the only constant is that at that moment, I have to face the liquidation that belongs to me, which I can't escape. "

Hearing this, soshyan was a little restless, but he didn't show it, even though his heart was choppy.

"-- I don't know who this golden warrior is. He looks like my messenger. I also saw my face painted on his mask, but he is not me. I'm not familiar with his armor. I only know that he is one of my children. Although I don't know whether his sacrifice will have any effect, I only know one thing. He is a noble warrior, better than him Anyone in that era was more pure. He meant that my contribution to the emperor was not in vain, which meant that my inevitable death was not in vain... But my lost brother made me doubt. He was surrounded by conspiracy and shadow. Although I don't remember his past, I'm sure he is the wisest and calmest of my brothers Man, his appearance must symbolize something already planned. Maybe it has something to do with the palmprint, but I'm not sure. They are very close, and the palmprint has too many secrets. Some of them involve some of the oldest dark beings in the galaxy. I can only hope that his appearance symbolizes redemption rather than a more terrible conspiracy... "

At the end of this recording, Dante leaned against the back of the chair, and the old wooden chair made a slight noise as his center of gravity changed.

He looked at soshyan with a faint smile on his face, but the mask was still the roaring expression of St. Gilles.

When the other party looked a little fluffy, soshyang coughed and said:

"But Ding Zun, you... Seem to have some trouble?"

Dante smiled and shook his head

He put his hand on the scroll as if to get comfort through physical contact with the words of St. Gilles.

"Who can not worry? The galaxy is burning. I have been in command of the regiment for more than a thousand years,

I fought as a company commander for 300 years, and before that, I served as a sergeant and private for 200 years. "

He looked at soshyan with slightly dodgy eyes.

"From aggressive green skin to endless bureaucracy,

I have fought every enemy of mankind. "

"And you defeated them all. You are the greatest of the Empire

My hero, no one has made such outstanding achievements as you. "

"I'm just a product of probability. I'm nothing special."

Dante sighed and crossed his hands and fingers on his chest.

"People always say that astat is immortal, but few people can live to test this theory. When I see the wrinkles on my face, I begin to understand what's going on... I'm not immortal. I'm old. I always wonder how long I have left to live. What makes me live now is not my combat skills or leadership, but luck, soshyan , do you know that Saint Gilles has thousands of blood lines, and there will always be someone who will live to this age, and this person just happens to be me. "

With that, the legendary battle leader took off his helmet.

Soshyan was shocked when he saw his wrinkled face and white hair. For the first time, he realized that time would really leave traces on astat——

He hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Venerable, the so-called probability is too mysterious. In my opinion, you are the embodiment of will and power and will not change with age."

"Young man, forgive me for calling you that, but I'm not a living saint."

Dante waved his hand.

"Do you know why I want to tell you this? No other regiment has been able to witness the manuscript of the plasma, and even few people in our regiment have been able to see it."

Soshyan had an answer, but he dared not say it, although the other party would say it.

His silence seemed to be an answer. Dante smiled, dipped his finger in the water cup on the table, and then wrote two numbers on the table.

"Lost cousin, who are you?"

Looking at the numbers 11 and 2 on the table, soshyan was speechless for a moment——