Chapter 718 Illusion and Reality
Soshiyang found himself in a strange castle, dull songs roared and echoed in the hall, warriors and servants, veterans and newcomers, amid flames and war cries. Everything in the sound blended into one.
Countless strong voices sang loudly, forming a soul resonance.
When a strong man goes away, he should be a centurion
When he returns wrapped in a corpse, he should be a centurion
The flames of war are long, and I should be a hundred men
Hold the sword and leap on the horse, I should be a hundred men
Affront me, I should be a hundred men
Do not be humiliated, I should be a hundred men
< br>Sincerity is brave and worthy of a hundred men
In the end, he is a ghost hero, and he should be a hundred men
With a strong soul, he should be a hundred men
To inspire the world, he should be a hundred men——
Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, and he was immediately killed by the warrior Covered by their wanton and low laughter.
Soshyan walked into the hall cautiously. He wanted to take out his weapon, but found that his hands were empty.
There are several rows of huge long tables in the hall. On both sides of the long tables, there are countless red and black armored warriors sitting. They sit on the chairs and gently tap the table with their fists. The many echoes make their voices unclear, like It is telling those ancient legends, and it is also like retelling the stories of those battles, those old wars that have long been lost in the sea of stars.
Soshiyan always stared at them, staring at those vague figures, the ghosts of the old legions.
For some reason, he suddenly burst into tears.
While he was immersed in the singing, he heard someone calling his name, so he turned around and walked towards the hall door in the distance.
As he walked past the faceless statues, the cold wind was whining through the stacked arches.
Why don't they have faces? Who deprived them of their faces?
Beyond the arch, the continuous empty corridors twisted and twisted into the peak. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, with no light. When he stared at them, they stared back.
He stopped at the threshold and turned around. The battle brothers were still celebrating, and the slave workers silently shuttled quickly around the feet of these giants, sending more for this celebration. fuel.
He knew he should call them brothers, but he couldn't say a word.
Then, he walked out through the nearest archway, and the low temperature like hell hit him, quietly swallowing up the last ray of warmth.
Soshyan stood with his back against the frost-covered hard rock and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with biting cold air. Pure darkness filled the world, like an endless void.
He began to move deeper, as if he knew the road here well.
This fortress is so huge that it seems like it will never be filled. After all, it was originally prepared for a legion.
He walked and walked, farther and farther, falling deeper and deeper.
The human voice quietly stopped at some point, and was replaced by an almost unrecognizable rhythm surging under the earth, with endless ticking sounds in the darkness.
Buried energy lines melted the ice, and they swirled and slid to the rocks, where they froze again into frost.
Obviously, deep in the fortress are large reactors and foundries used to cast weapons. An almost inaudible roar was faintly transmitted to his ears. This distant roar buried his heart deeply. Falling into the ground, his soul is locked in a stagnant dream that will never wake up.
This ethereal and unconscious feeling is very strange.
Now, he neither knew where he was going nor why he was continuing to walk. He was only accompanied by shadows.
But he knew that he didn't need fire to warm his heart now, because he was used to this cold feeling.
The next moment, he froze on the spot, the hair on the back of his hands stood up, and then silently, he clenched his fist tightly.
This corridor was deep and dark, and there was no living thing in sight. Soshiyang squinted his eyes, raised his head slightly, and turned to the left, but the shadows there were also thick and impossible to pry into.
There was something there, to be precise, right in front. Even though he couldn't see anything, his senses were still aware of something.
Perhaps it is the breath of some kind of ghost.
Soshiyang slowly leaned down and tiptoed forward. This passage suddenly became dangerous in his eyes.
Soon he found that his armor was making a noisy clanking sound, which made him feel very uncomfortable. If he had taken off this equipment, he could have advanced silently.
At this time he heard the sound from the front again, the sound of breathing, soft and low - but he was not sure what it was. Soshyan squatted down, shifted his weight, and prepared to move forward.
But before that, a low, indifferent voice stopped him.
"My son, you are here, stand up."
Soshyan obeyed instinctively, which was a constraint from deep within his genes.
The curtain slowly opened, and deep in the shadow of the castle, a figure strolled out.
For a moment, Soshiyang felt that what he saw was himself, an almost identical version of himself, wearing a flame-shaped crown and eyes like blue stars.
The corners of Soshiyang's eyes twitched slightly, but then he began to observe the features that he knew very well but had never seen with his own eyes.
The face and eyebrows in front of me are 70% similar to mine. The pale skin of the chin is painted with a red flame pattern. A bright red cloak is draped over the right shoulder, and his hands are covered with heavy gloves. Blue-grey gloves, holding a wine glass tightly in his left hand.
Without any hesitation, Soshyan immediately knelt down on one knee.
“Enough, enough.”
The Primarch of the Eleventh Legion asked with a smile:
“Why are you here?”
But Soshyan can't give the answer to this question. Maybe this is actually the pull of fate.
Now he stood here, alone with his lost Primarch.
"My son, I can see you, but the warriors cannot. Do we meet at a certain moment across time and space."
Xerxes said, getting closer. , in the darkness, his eyes flashed with strange light.
“Maybe this is also a trick of the subspace.”
Soshyan didn’t dare to tell whether he was joking.
"My father, aren't you an illusion in my mind?"
He said hesitantly, guarding against any verbal offense.
"We have lost you."
After being stunned for a few seconds, Xerxes burst into laughter, and his cloak rustled.
“Really, is that so.”
As he spoke, he retreated into the shadows, and the chill seemed to subside, but in fact it only decreased a little.
At this time, Xerxes noticed the power armor on Soshyan, and he looked at it strangely.
"Is this what you will look like in the future?"
Soshyan wanted to answer, but his head was empty, so he shook his head, which made the original body snort in disappointment. .
“You know nothing and there is nothing in your memory, so I should have guessed that it would definitely do something.”
The original body's voice lowered. He turned half sideways and looked into the darkness. Soshyan remained silent. The two hearts in his chest were under indescribable pressure, and his heartbeat became slow and low. It was a kind of An instinctive reaction to danger - even though there was no sword pointed at him at the moment.
“I don’t know whether you were sent to humiliate me or bring me comfort, but since fate has led you here, then listen carefully, listen carefully, and remember with your heart.”
Soshiyang stood there, not daring to move even half a step. He looked at his huge father in front of him, wrapped in gorgeous armor.
"Since I have passed away, you must be careful of the person who holds the mark."
Soshiyang was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, his brain seemed to no longer belong to him.
"Isn't he also-"
The original body turned around, his sapphire-like eyes lighting up.
“Remember.”
The next moment, Soshyan opened his eyes.
(End of this chapter)