Chapter 782

Soshyan was silent for a long time, and finally his eyes fixed on 11.

Dante nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

Soshyan was even more confused. He thought he didn't show any foot, and there should be no trace in the activities of the regiment.

Even with the prophecy of Saint Gilles, how can the other party conclude that he is the descendant of the lost Legion?

Finally, he failed to suppress his strong doubts and said:

"But Ding Zun, how did you determine my identity?"

"Yes... The Mephisto brothers."

"Mephisto?"

Soshyan frowned. There was no such person in his memory.

Dante smiled, picked up his glass and took a sip.

"His former name was callistarius."

Soxhi raised his eyebrows and jerked, which really surprised him.

"He --"

As soon as he opened his mouth, soshyang realized that there was something wrong. Dante didn't ask about the details of the 11th corps, so he didn't seem to ask about the think tank.

At this moment, the two war leaders with different ages seemed to have a tacit understanding.

Dante then leaned his head back gently against the back of the chair and said with deep fatigue:

"Soshyan, it's sometimes not a good thing to be expected by thousands of people. People's uneasiness about me as a great savior increases as I read the scroll again and again, but my heart's determination to read it increases day by day. What is also growing is conviction - I'm sure that the dark era described by St. Gilles is coming,

Perhaps like St. Gilles, I am facing the inevitable end of my life, trying my best in a cruel future

To look for hope, but even this comparison is very arrogant. "

With that, he looked at the priceless collection in his library.

"I often think uneasily about what I should do, whether to meet my destiny like the father of genes, or try to resist it? If I meet this destiny, will it lead to disaster? Or can only resistance make St. Gilles's prediction come true?

There is only one answer to this question. "

Dante let go of his thoughts. He imagined that he would die in a desperate situation. This daydream is his only enjoyment now, even more relaxing than sleep.

"The kind of relief that death can bring me... My expectations for it are increasing day by day."

"Venerable -"

"But you are different. The mother also mentioned you. You are still young."

Dante took his eyes back.

"I often read these scrolls to find the meaning of my life. Although I am afraid to admit it, who do I have to share this burden with... I'm sorry that this person is you, son of the eleventh legion, soshyan Alexei."

He paused. What he was about to say was so heavy, but he needed to share his concerns with others.

Then the old soldier went on calmly and without emotion.

"I'm afraid that the Empire will fall - not now, but in the near future. I'm trying hard to find a way out, but I only see one dead end. I've won many great victories and I'm so sure that a better future will come. It must be the same for St. Gilles, but my victories have been darkened by inevitable failures in the future Without light, is everything I have done useless? I have killed creatures that do not belong to this reality, and I have killed the most powerful aliens. I have faced the curse of the battle regiment and kept my soul from being cursed. I have dedicated my life not only to the Empire, but also to mankind. Being a holy blood Angel means living in blood and death to avoid this life The only way of transportation is to resist it and spread death in the name of the living. "

"This is the fate of all of us."

"In fact, in a sense, you and I are very similar. Alexei, this regiment has been on the verge of extinction three times in the past three thousand years, including Ghost War, Kalus rebellion and sekoris tragedy, but every time we can make a comeback, and every time, the flag with winged blood droplets will fly on top of ten complete companies."

Soshyang nodded solemnly.

"This is also my goal so far."

"Really? Is this really your ultimate goal?"

Dante's deep eyes focused on soshyan's eyes, which made him feel guilty. After hesitating for a moment, soshyang whispered:

"Save the Empire."

"How?"

"Revive... Our lost Legion."

"That is to violate the astatic Scripture."

"Our mission is not in the physical universe. When the Legion revives, we will completely disappear from people's sight and fight another more cruel war."

Dante looked at him for five minutes, which made soshyang feel like he was facing an abyss.

Finally, the Holy Blood Angel gently closed his eyelids.

"I see, but if you want to gather your broken legion, do you know what you need?"

"Strength, faith, will."

Dante suddenly opened his eyes. His original tiredness was gone, and there was only deep wisdom.

"Not only that, you must become a hero needed by mankind, just like me now! The reason why I am what I am now is that people need to see the golden mask of St. Gilles. When they sacrifice in the name of Tara, they need to know that they are with St. Gilles. This is my task - to pretend to be a great man. I allow my legend to deviate As a matter of fact, I indulge my men to think that I will never make mistakes, and indulge them to believe that I have power beyond others. I am happy to accept all this, because in this era when the mother is gone, the benefits to mankind outweigh the disadvantages... But you and I all know that although I have some strength and wisdom and am an astat friar, we are still just physical fetuses, Alexei, We are not gods! Under my armor, there are two hearts beating. One is from St. Gilles, and the other is no different from others. That's why I share these ideas with you... If you want to achieve your goals, you have to make yourself a hero or even a false god. "

Soshyan thought about each other's words. Gradually, he realized what Dante said was the key.

Prestige, fame, legend, these things can make him avoid a lot of trouble and gain many allies in the process of rebuilding the Legion.

Even if such a reputation has traces of artificial carving.

But such words from Dante, the legendary commander, still surprised soshyan.

Dante smiled as if he was aware of his thoughts.

"Look, even if you have never met me, you have a deep inherent view of me."

Soshyan was slightly stunned, and then nodded.

"I see. Thank you."

Then Dante stood up and took a regicide board from the bookshelf.

"Can you accompany me to the next game?"

"It's a great honor."