Chapter 483 After Death
"I thought you were dead, Remus." Erda said, in the air of Moro's embers, she saw a shadow that made her feel paradoxical.
The cold shadow walked out of the flying dust, its black robe swirling in the wind and sand. His eyes looked at her mercilessly, as if he was unfamiliar with her image.
Why he came here, and when she appeared in this land called Moro, Erda couldn't remember clearly.
"Why are you wearing a black robe?" Erda asked.
Remus twitched the corners of his mouth sarcastically, then turned it into a smile.
“Because you think I’m dead and I’m in mourning for myself.” He said, something in his tone seemed to relax, “What makes you think that, Erda? Besides, I hope You call me Morse now.”
“I remember, a name that symbolizes death,” Erda took a step forward, and Morse reached out to stop her from stepping in. Among thorns.
Erda suddenly realized that they had arrived at the edge of this thorny land again. Some drops of blood stretched down from the edge of the vines and fell on the dry black earth.
Elda stared at the thorn bush and vaguely saw the shape of flames. The old fire burned coldly among the winding and stinging thorns, and the vines crackled into ashes and fell rustlingly.
"He came from here to see us," she murmured, "You were there too... That was the last time I saw you, Remus... Are you really still alive?"
"You'd better not think he killed me, that would be stupid of you," Morse shrugged rudely, "I'm just leaving temporarily. What did he tell you that made you scared?"
"His plans have changed," Erda said, watching the flames among the thorns grow weaker and stronger. "That wasn't his plan in the first place."
Morse looked at her.
“I know,” he said. "I want to hear your opinion. Why are you here again, fifteen thousand years after that thing ended? Why did you destroy the map of the Webway, after you had completed it? Why did you seize it? A Primarch, just to oppose him? Your behavior is inconsistent, Erda."
Erda shook her head. "Didn't you see it?" she asked, her skin feeling cold all over her body. A gray wind blew across the ash plain, stinging her exposed skin that burned. "Don't you see what he will become? You left too soon, Remus..."
"Oh, that's enough." Morse said, "I don't want anything more from your mouth Any time you hear my old name, Erda, you can choose to explain what he showed you as soon as possible, or our conversation ends here." He nodded and deepened his smile at Erda. "It's over."
"He will become - that thing," Erda replied, walking towards Morse, still unable to believe that this long-lost immortal was still alive. "He will become darkness itself, Morse, I saw it all," a tear fell from the corner of her aging eyes, glowing slightly red, "he showed me his delusion, the king of darkness..." This is not what he was meant to be, that's not what we said in the first place."
Morse stared at her, and Erda felt a vague anger from the burning embers of Moro. Rise up and surround her.
She shook her head slightly: "You clearly know, Morse, he took us to Moro and told us that he was going to find a successor - he didn't, something changed him, something from Something from the warp, something we've been afraid of for so long..."
"You want to tell me that Nyos was bewitched?" Morse interrupted.
“I saw it very late, Morse,” Erda said sadly, and the memory of the darkness made her shudder: a dark, bone-like terrifying existence, like a beast He was lying on the metal throne, staring into her eyes. Countless demons around him were subordinate to him, staring at her with similar cold eyes... She raised her hands and covered her temples with a headache, feeling the pain from her stomach to her esophagus. A wave of nausea hit her, and her head began to hurt.
"So, you saw it," Morse said softly, waving his hand, and the shadows around him seemed to slide with his movement. "You saw it, and therefore you meant to destroy him, Erda."
"Why not?" Erda looked at Morse, examining the scars on his supernatural body. She saw the passage of time. The annual ring sees a shining void, and there is still something missing in this void. She was confused as to what she was seeing. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
She stared at him sadly: "He was changed by the subspace, you should know it. He shouldn't believe everything he saw in Moro... There was a ghost that originated from the vast ocean and deceived him. Let him believe that he can control the power of the Dark Lord, let him regain confidence in the subspace that he is obviously wary of... Let him intend to create twenty false demon princes, Morse. He should not do this. ——How cautious he was. Tell me, can you imagine him preparing to create a magic circle across the galaxy? Is that him? Is that the Nyos we trust?"
"He has always -"
"He has always been full of wishes and ideals, but how could he rashly throw the entire galaxy into a gamble? A gamble that must fail!"
Morse Staring at her, "You meant to stop him, Erda - but you became a part of his misfortune."
"I...really?" Erda said softly, avoiding Morse. With burning eyes, she tried to find a support around her, but failed.
She only saw thorns and sandy plains...the damaged surface of the world, scarred rocks, and collapsed flags soaked in the swirling dust. The smell of blood came up and squeezed her chest. With her lungs in her throat, she wanted to vomit, and a distant and brilliant melody tore through her dizzy consciousness.
"Did I contribute to destiny?" she whispered, "did I really do so?"
"The birth of darkness is inseparable from you, Erda," Morse pressed forward step by step, The gloominess of his words was like a heavy stone, hitting Erda's heart hard, "Now that mankind has reached this point, you have played a role, Erda."
"God knows that I Have you tried it..." Erda asked blankly, dark shadows flashed before her eyes over and over again, and her fingers were numb.
“You lost.”
“Really? Did I do something wrong?”
Mors stared at her, "That's a big mistake."
Erda knelt on the ground. There seemed to be a white-robed shadow standing in the thorn bushes. When she looked at him, the shadow disappeared. . She turned her head slowly, feeling dizzy as if she was drunk...
What did she say today? Is the person in front of her Remus? Hadn't she just seen Neos show her the prospect of a dark sun?
And she was completely defeated by that fear. She fell to one side and hit her head on the stone. Her shoulders were sore. She didn't know who she was or what she was going to do. The world in front of her was After spinning and returning to the right position, a distant song echoed and caught her racing heart.
This is my dream, Nios said, his eyes were so sincere, and there was something hidden in his sincerity. There is only unreasonable certainty and madness. He said that we must use our own hands to reshape the entire galaxy, because I am sure that all this can be successful, because this is an established agreement, and we only have this way to go, even if it is barbaric and cruel. Twists and turns... "What..." she said.
"What did he say to you, Erda."
Morse stood before her like a tower, and the tune was accelerating so fast that all time flew by. Passed by, like birds of time flying from the more distant past to the present in nothingness, flying towards the road sign with "hope" written on it... No fragments were left, most of the moments were blurred, and the image was fragmented Segments flickered, and Nyos stared at her from every cold moment, threatening her with terrifying darkness. She shuddered.
"He said to me..." she said.
“Huh?”
"Moroch told him everything... He saw him..."
"Who did he see?"
Erda covered her head, and a painful look crossed her face Noticing, she stretched out her hand towards Morse, but the black-robed craftsman ignored her.
She stared at him, and more fragments flew past, about how she was torn apart by a man in golden armor, about how she was broken into ten thousand broken fragments, and with some surging force, Fear fought on until her fear was no longer enough to support her triple incarnation dancing in the cave. She trembled, as if she understood something.
"You are dead, Remus," she said dreamily, "This was my dream."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"This was a dream after my death," said Erda. "That must be it, Remus...I was killed by his lackeys, right there Moro, in 001.M31," she trembled for a moment, "I am dead, and so are you... At the last moment, you captured my memory. You can do it."
The flames on the thorns burned brighter and brighter.
"Maybe," Mors said noncommittally, moving closer to her and towering over her. His shadow tilted over. "Maybe you have left, or maybe you haven't..."
The flames began to climb up the edges of his black robe, and the flames gnawed at his robe.
"But you still remember who he saw, right?" Morse said. "He was asked to do something in Moro for a completely different reason than anything we had ever agreed on. He gave up on his simple plan, Instead, he chose the birth of darkness. Is that so, Erda? "
"You are right," Erda said, and there was even a drop of pity in her expression. "He divided you, Because he listened to a visitor from the Dream Sea, Remus - he finally told me, he said that his belief came from the echo from the future, he told me... and Orr, he told us, about all this... …He said he wanted to become the Lord of Darkness because he believed in the promise from the future. How absurd!”
“An echo from the future?”
“From the thirty-first millennium. In his first year, a voice from the future assured him of the plan's success - can you believe it, Remus? He believed in an echo, a deception, a vision of the warp that inspired him. Ambition."
Erda said, she stood up, the ashes kept peeling off her body, she was dying completely, and she had never felt so light. The fear that had entangled her for thousands of years was gradually disappearing. She smiled slightly, with dying pride.
"In Moro," she whispered softly, "he believed in a future that he could not have. So I came here, believing that I could find the truth about that fraud... Constantin Waldo, he's the best The spear came here, believing that he could wait for the truth he expected. And you, your remnant soul, have been drifting since fifteen thousand years ago, still looking for why you died, how do you feel? Si? "
She looked at the broken halo flowing on the black robe and the skin obscured by the black smoke. Somehow, she couldn't show a proper sarcastic smile.
“At the end of it all, we will all be abandoned by him, us Eternals, his favored Astartes and Primarchs, and all of humanity, Remus. Neos needs us, but he won't need us forever; what place will humanity ultimately have in his empire of humanity?"
Morse ignored Erda's words, or at least that's what he said. .
"It's over," Morse said coldly. His existence seemed to be moving away from her, getting fainter and distant, out of her reach... And the thorns in the thorn bushes The fire gradually burned the entire space. It was the fire from which the Emperor had walked, the fire that Nyos had stolen, snatched, snatched from the Warp.
Morse grabbed a bunch of flames and threw it towards the cave where they were. The fire suddenly lit up the entire dark wall, and further burned through the space like a canvas.
"Yes, it's over," Erda said softly, like a burst of words in a dream. She could no longer tell whether it was a declaration of victory or a hesitation that passed like sand. "It's over, the darkness has fallen, we've all lost."
"You're wrong, Erda," Morse said. "It's not over yet."
"Am I wrong?"
The world is falling, the stones are peeling off bit by bit, smashing into the empty darkness. Colors and sounds are leaving her, and countless fragments are rushing towards the end of nothing.
There is another echo that exists in the collapsed mental image. His voice is still so clear, even - not only his voice, not only Remus is here, but also another familiar voice, another familiar existence, which makes her familiar and even unable to safely enter her end. . In her dying moments, new fears and worries captured her.
"She's wrong," said Morse, "and you told the truth, Orr. Somehow I don't want to come to that conclusion."
The second reply came. Very late, the regret was so restrained, so restrained, but deep enough that Erda suddenly went crazy to resist her death, which finally made her proud.
No... She thought, no... no, why did he... let her see him, just for a glance... No, it's too late...
"Yes, she Wrong," said Eulanius Persson.
(End of this chapter)