Chapter 797

The archangel forced himself to take a step in the snow, then stood still, gritted his teeth and held his breath.

He slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

A black wolf stood on the snow, with black fur, bloody mouth and nose, and bloody wounds.

It looked at him, his eyes shining like silver coins in the moonlight.

"Ruth -"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the wolf jumped up and covered the wind with a howl.

The smell of blood sucked into his nose, and his fangs approached his neck, but not Saint Gilles, but soshyan.

Aware that the wolf was approaching him, he quickly retreated.

But it disappeared again in the blink of an eye, as if the action just now was just some kind of warning.

And somewhere, far and near, Saint Gilles's hand turned the next card.

Starlight and fire, a throne rises from the steel deck, and a world is ignited by an explosion rippling on the earth's surface.

St. Gilles stood, forcing himself to stand where he had fallen.

There was silence, and shadows wrapped around the pillars listed in the room, hiding the walls.

High up, the flag hung by a chain of bones.

He knew this place, although it had been several years since he last came here, and its soul had not changed at that time - this was the soul of revenge, the flagship of Horus.

"Who are you?"

A voice came from the throne in front of the burning world.

Saint Gilles raised his head.

A shadow was sitting on the throne, the light wrapped around it, and the flickering cold lightning flickered on its edge like an approaching storm.

"Who are you? Whose ghost came to my court?"

The sound was like a file on a dry head.

The man on the throne got up and heard the rattle of armor and the hiss of sword blades. The shadow of the package flowed away from the armor. Soshyan could see a face emerging from the darkness, pale and lit by the flame crown on it.

The sound was confined to the edge of the scream, followed by a sob, and the man took a step forward.

"My brother..."

Saint Gilles gasped. The man grew larger and expanded upward and outward as he walked forward.

Ashes fell with his steps, and the scene of the room burst. Beyond that, soshyan could catch a glimpse of the world and vision extending beyond the end of his vision.

The sea of people knelt on the ground, surrounded by iron fire machines, and the furnace eye selects the next victim dragged into the sky.

The towering figure stood in the shadow of the gods, covered in skin and silk, and his bloody hands and eyes were dim and merciless.

"Ah, it's my brother."

Said the man, standing in front of St. Gilles, stretching out the claws of fire and blade.

"I saw you probe into the future looking for hope..."

A finger with a blade surrounds St. Gilles.

"Look at me, know I'm here, I'm there, witness me, know I'm the future, the only hope you can find."

Then the fingers closed sharply.

Soshyan felt a moment of extreme pain, and in reality, Saint Gilles's finger turned the last card.

Suddenly, it rained.

Soshyan could feel the rain pouring on his face. The painful scene that had just passed still haunted him, but the feeling dissipated as the cold rain soaked into his skin.

A thunderbolt of lightning stabbed down from the sky. Saint Gilles looked up at the light for a long time, then nodded slightly, as if he had accepted the necessity he had witnessed.

"After we have done everything, our future is still the same..."

He whispered to himself that lightning lit up the surrounding land, instantly filled the valley with dark shadows, and the distant mountains were submerged in light.

In front of them was an ancient castle that almost collapsed. Soshyan blinked. If he didn't admit it wrong, it was the wreckage of Nathan's No. 4 monastery fortress.

In his confusion and shock, St. Gilles has strided into it.

The shadow spread on the wet slate. An angel wearing a crown and a ghost from 10000 years later walked almost side by side

When St. Gilles walked through the gate, the raindrops disappeared.

In the center of the dilapidated assembly hall, the flames burned down branches, the wet wood emitted sparks and smoke, and above it was a broken roof, which was hit by wind and rain.

A man sat in front of a fire with a spiral sword inserted obliquely.

The people in front of the fire were dressed in metal armor and black cloak, with a silver ring on the crown, a silver mask without any expression on their face, a long halberd beside them and half a glass of wine in their hands.

The man stared at the flame, and the reflected light jumped in the dark eyes.

He looked like a lost king, like every king once remembered in a story or song - neither sitting on the throne nor wearing gold armor, but sitting alone in the last remnants of the kingdom.

As if aware of footsteps, the mysterious man looked up at St. Gilles, his eyes full of fatigue.

"You're still looking for a way out."

The man whispered, and soshyan somehow felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar.

"All along, you have been trying to explore different roads, a road that can turn the future differently, but nothing has changed every time, and you are still looking for it."

"Do you blame me for seeking hope?"

Asked Saint Gilles.

The man shook his head and looked at the fire.

"How can I blame others for such behavior?"

The archangel looked up and another lightning outside the broken roof made the sky white.

"So this is all that's left? Disaster is coming to us? Fate becomes inevitable?"

The man by the fire raised his head and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

"All the time, it must be the price we pay."

"Blood..."

Saint Gilles could not help whispering.

"And killing,"

The man said, picked up the glass and held it to the lips of the metal mask. The liquid in the glass was dark and thick.

"Sacrifice..."

"... and death."

Outside the castle, lightning and thunder.

"Exactly."

The man didn't drink, but put down his glass.

"Exactly, but who? When? Between now and the future? All this is not written on the back of the card."

With that, the man took off his mask and sosh yanton opened his mouth.

That face is himself!

He slowly stood up, his skin gradually covered with a mass of surging silver metal, and kept pulling up, pulling up——

"Your witness, destruction and rebirth, old dreams, will echo!"

In soshyan's shocked eyes, the "he" turned into a terrible metal God as vast as stars, holding his hands high as if to lift up the cloudy sky.

The next moment, the crazy lightning hit the gods in the air, the light overshadowed the line of sight, and the thunder swallowed up the sound.

The frightened soshyang fell all the way, and the roar of collapse also fell with him

In a moment, he fell into another room, the flame of the candle swayed in the air, and smoke rose from the cards drawn into the flame on the table.

The archangel burned all the cards, leaving only the last one.

In the silence, he was alone and unaware. St. Gilles's tears formed in his eyes and finally ran down his cheeks.

Soshyan opened his eyes again. He was still in the private room and sitting in a chair, but the cards in his hand had turned into countless small black fragments.

"Saint Gilles, what the hell are you going to tell me..."

Suddenly, he recalled the spiral sword. Although he didn't pay much attention at that time, now he thought that the sword seemed very similar to Shengyan sword.

"Is it related to Shengyan sword?"

Thinking, soshyan decided everything. When he returned to his home planet, he had a lot of questions to ask friar Sid before he could decide.