Chapter 907 Legion's Past
After leaving the Ghost of Destruction, Sarpedon returned to his flagship, the Heart of Hate.
This is a Carnage-class cruiser, as big as a city, with hidden corners and strange scenery, sharp-cut vistas, and dark, decaying corridors and passages.
Although this ship is said to have been in service for nearly ten thousand years, it still feels relatively new to Sarpedon, perhaps because it has been sailing and drifting in subspace for a long time.
On the other hand, the Heart of Hatred that has been in the subspace for a long time has an elusive feeling that can be felt on the walls - a large number of unknown parasites are attached to its corridors and pipes like gossamers On the scene, the shadow is not in a fixed shape, but is constantly twisting and deforming.
Sarpedon walked under a support beam and saw a machinist's signature engraved with a binary number.
Going forward, the steel aisle in front of you looks like a tree-lined avenue on the top of a gorgeous tower. The low ceiling is supported by stone pillars. When you walk to the railing and look down, you can see the senior crew members. Their ramshackle home was housed between two generator houses - the ship was complex and huge.
Then Sarpedon passed by a room used for worship, which contained an altar and rows of prayer books with blasphemous words inscribed on them.
Further back is a temple, half built of stone and half of bones, symbiotically fused with crimson steel and housed in a vast amphitheater, with its columned facade and carved The gables provide a strange setting, the wide thresholds are lit by purple braziers, and if you stare carefully you can see something moving inside.
But Sarpedon was not distracted, just walking silently and alone. Some metal skulls and gems engraved with runes jingled on his armor, reminding him of their existence and his future. They need to be put to use.
But his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the outside.
For a brief moment, he thought of Soshyan.
That hypocritical guy.
Obviously doing the same thing as Huron, but believing that he is a philosopher, a king, or a member of the legitimate ruling class of the empire.
Sarpedon realized that the empire was completely hopeless. Even such hypocrites could exist in a high-sounding way and be named heroes, but the real warriors fought and died in the furnace of war. .
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneered a few times.
After walking for about twenty minutes, a set of huge double doors carved from dark wood blocked Sarpedon's way.
When he stood in front of the door, the servitors around him had already scanned his presence and opened the door.
It was a huge space, filled with light, but still silent.
Entering the gate, in the distance is a gallery full of handicrafts, and the walls are covered with tapestries, showing the history of a strange regiment.
A comet fell into the pale snow-capped mountains, and at the same time, a child with a halo on the back of his head emerged from the fire pit caused by the impact. His face was calm, and he pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground.
Then a group of monks in yellow clothes took the boy to the temple, and not far away, groups of pilgrims stretched into the distance.
In the next scene, the snow-capped mountains are shrouded in endless black clouds. Strange monsters emerge from the cracks in the mountains and begin to eat the mortals alive underground, using human bones as musical instruments and human skin as clothes.
This is a world full of tragedy. The gilded palaces and temples have lost their former luster, and the statues of the former gods have been destroyed.
In the center of this fallen world, he appears as the savior as the only hope.
The boy became a handsome and great warrior, wearing gorgeous armor full of scriptures, a golden crown in the shape of a pagoda, riding a six-legged white horse under his crotch, and under the horse's hooves was a huge lotus, holding a glittering lotus in one hand. A colorful orb, holding a cold long knife in one hand.
Before the end of the world came, he crossed the top of the snow-capped mountains and headed towards the Demon Kingdom alone.
The orb pierced the black clouds, the long knife cut off the monster's head, and the evil was defeated in front of him.
The corruption was swept away, his image was illuminated by divine light, and monks in yellow and red robes prostrated themselves before him. The army also laid down its weapons, and people cheered and shouted his name——
Gosar! Gosar!
The story ends with the recovery of the Snow Mountain Kingdoms and the poems and narratives written for Gesar.
But there is another truth that Sarpedon knows at the end. The Emperor came to this world to find his heir. Gosar returned to the stars, but he never thought that this would bring him and his The world brings its final destruction.
As the Sarpedon proceeds deeper, paintings, frescoes and tapestries give way to skulls hung on pedestals and suspended from vaulted ceilings.
“Did you get what you wanted from Huron, brother?”
Suddenly, a voice suddenly came from one side of the corridor,
Sarpedon turned around, and there happened to be a picture of the original body arguing with a group of monks painted on the wall.
"I was just going to find you, Tubek."
"I see you got what you wanted."
Smiling Tubek emerged from the shadows As he walked out, the scrolls on his body floated slightly as he walked.
"Huron gave me a fleet and asked me to deal with Soshyan."
"Well, not surprisingly, Huron is a coward. Although he tries to pretend to be a tyrant, he is fierce. The essence of internal stubble remains unchanged.”
Sarpedon snorted at this.
"The Astral Knights are no longer what they used to be. Although all my spies have been eradicated, they also collected a lot of information and sent it back. I am very surprised. Now this small war group actually has There are more than twenty warships, and large warships account for almost half, can you believe it?"
Tu Beike thought for a while, then shrugged.
“It’s indeed incredible.”
“It’s more than incredible——”
Sarpedon said with a voice that could be called jealous:
“ They also have unclear relationships with many forge worlds, and even people from Mars often haunt their home planet."
The two said as they began to walk side by side, passing through the doors and corridors, surrounding them. The servants all saluted or simply knelt down when they saw them.
"It seems that you are not going to confront Soshiyang head-on."
Tu Beike reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, and teased:
"I thought you wanted to kill him right away. "
Sarpedon stopped and nodded to Qianzi very seriously.
“You are not wrong, I want to kill him right now, but I am burdened with heavy responsibilities. These responsibilities force me to calm down and analyze the pros and cons of every action. I will not let me Personal feelings take precedence over the future of the Legion’s revival, which is more important than my life.”
For a moment, Sarpedon's words penetrated Tubek's heart like a sharp blade, causing him to let out a sigh.
(End of this chapter)