Chapter 796

"It's not easy..."

After dealing with those chores, soshyang, who had not slept for several days, returned to his private room.

Rozim received the most serious punishment. Because he used the regiment materials without permission, left his post without permission, and illegally accepted aliens, he was removed from the position of the owner of the restaurant and became the owner of the acting restaurant. At the same time, all the illegal income (only a small part) was confiscated for the construction of the regiment, and the green skin was disposed of when he returned to Nathan 4.

As an "accomplice", Loken's punishment is second only to rozim. Not only the system authority is reduced from 12 to 9, but also all supplies of the workshop are halved within ten years, and the deducted part is invested in other machinery teaching workshops, such as Faya.

The punishment for the recruits is relatively light, but from this day until they return to Nathan IV, they have to carry out punitive training - that is, the amount of all training subjects is doubled, there is only three hours of rest every day, and they need to be responsible for all the cleaning work in the upper deck friar living area.

When they return to their home planet, they still have a whole month of confinement waiting for them!

However, to say how angry soshyan was, it was not, because he had known these little moves of rozim for a long time, but turned a blind eye.

But this time he not only brought the recruits, but also colluded with the green skin, so he couldn't bear it.

The main purpose of this time is also to warn him to restrain.

Soshyan, who had taken off his armor, sat in a chair in a loose robe and opened a drawer under the table.

Inside, an old scroll is lying quietly.

Dante gave him the twentieth volume of the secret book of Saint Gilles. He never had a chance to open it. Today he plans to see what it is.

Pick up the scroll and start with a slightly rough feeling, a bit like ancient papyrus.

There was a small metal buckle on the secret record. Soshyan gently disengaged it, and then slowly unfolded it on the table with both hands.

"This is --"

To his surprise, there was no text in the secret record, but there was a pure black card lying quietly.

Soshyan picked up the card and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't see anything strange, except its pure and strange black.

He had never seen such pure black.

It was as dark as if to drag his soul into it.

Gazing at the strange black card, soshyang couldn't help blinking. He suddenly felt that his sight was a little blurred, and the surrounding lights seemed to gradually darken.

The next moment, the darkness swallowed him.

Surprised, he looked around, but he couldn't see anything. There was a smell of dust and time in the space.

When he exhaled, the candles in the room suddenly lit up again, and the flame chased the faded and scorched marble and the shadows on the picture.

But soshyan found his body suddenly out of control. He became a stranger in a strange body.

When the body stood still for a moment, soshyan felt the weight of time and meaning surrounding and oppressing him. Through a pair of eyes, he saw a luxurious palace completely different from his house. Everything in the palace seemed to be a beautiful work of Art: a crystal cup with a bull carved on the side; A sword with steel folds, its blade is still sharp; An obsidian plate, polished into a mirror; The handle of a spear, painted on it, still looks bloody black

Images, objects, memories

"I must know."

Suddenly, "he" spoke to the silence.

"I must be sure..."

"He" walked forward, raised his hand covered with gold armor, took off his cloak, took off the big shawl on his shoulders, and revealed his smooth blond hair.

Through the opposite mirror, soshyan saw an ethereal and handsome face close to God and the folded wings behind his shoulders.

There is no doubt that this is the father of the gene of the Holy Blood angel, St. Gilles.

With a whisper, the candle drifted away from the tray and turned in the air, forming a circle around St. Gilles as he approached the wooden table.

Then a box rose from the table, St. Gilles turned the machine with his spirit, and the lock on its edge also rotated.

The box opened and a small velvet wrapped bag fell into St. Gilles's hand.

Around him, the candles were in place and the flames grew stronger, making the rest of the room dim after the fire gathered.

He held the small bag in his hand for a long time without any action.

About five minutes later, St. Gilles peeled off the soft fabric, in which lay a pile of pure black cards. Each rectangular crystal piece could capture light and spread the images to his eyes. He distributed them on the wooden table, and then there were pictures on the cards: hammer and sword, poisonous snake, lost figure wrapped in rose thorn, dark sea, And bright and dark beasts and terrible things.

Some people will call it Tarot. The arrangement and combination of fate and connotation are broken into pieces and thrown to mortals for interpretation.

There are many suits like this in the mortal world - slender cards, painted metal and bones, telling the inner truth of the universe.

But the cards of Saint Gilles are completely different.

He looked down at the cards, and soshyan looked at them. They were black and did not reflect light, as if each were now cutting into a hole in the lightless void among the stars.

In his mind, soshyan heard the fear of billions of creatures on Tara rising when the ship filled the night sky.

Horus has come, fate has sent him back to his birthplace, and in the nest and crowded metropolis, humans wait to witness who will be their master when the future comes.

"What will the future be?"

Saint Gilles whispered:

"Where will we go?"

Then, slowly and indecisively, as if something were holding his hand - Saint Gilles reached for the first card.

But at the last minute, his fingers curled up.

Whispers rang out in his mind, and soshyan heard them vividly: shouts, screams, hisses that he knew but could not remember.

Then, with determination, the archangel touched the first card and turned it over.

Then soshyan saw it.

Black trees stretched into the sky, churning snowstorms, and the moon floated on torn clouds.

Soshyan could feel it, feel the chill, and the branches creaked in the wind.

In other people's thoughts, he knows that this is not true, there is no reality, just an idea or a dream.

But the senses of Saint Gilles are different from those of soshyan. The archangel has been on the spiritual road long enough to know that the reality is just to choose which lie to believe.

The archangel hobbled to a tree trunk and half knelt down. The snow around his legs was thick and the ice condensed on his hair and armor.

"Midnight forest..."

He gasped, and the words misted his mouth.

"The cold winter of the soul, fear and predators from the dark... I know all this, I know all this, but why do I see all this again?"

He closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, the forest lay.

"It's not the past, is it? It's the darkness we're trying to escape, the source of all our fears."