Chapter 1108 Brothers turn against each other
“Huh?”
The pyramid was broken, Rozim’s eyes widened, and in the darkness, another door opened and he walked out of it Another person.
He wears a black power armor with red edges, and a large number of golden flame patterns on it. There are no marks on the shoulder armor, but on the chest is a metal skeleton-shaped Sky Eagle emblem, surrounded by flame.
He wears a jackal-shaped helmet on his head, and in his hand is the characteristic curved scimitar.
Looking at the man, Ahriman tilted his head and said "Huh", looking a little confused.
"Who are you? Why do I feel so familiar? Are you my brother?"
Ahriman immediately identified the opponent from the weapons he held and the psychic marks emanating from his body. Also a Thousand Sons.
But he couldn't tell who it was for the moment.
"We are no longer brothers. I am just one of the people you tortured, an exile."
"Poison?"
Ahriman snorted, looking very dissatisfied.
“I just want to protect the Legion and protect everyone. When everyone is suffering from the pain of flesh and blood mutation, who is willing to stand up! Is it you? Or Amon? Or our original body? No! Yes I! I am the only one who is willing to stand up and save everyone! But you are unwilling to take even the slightest responsibility!"
"Yes, so we believe you"
The Jackal said in disgust. arrive.
“Even though we should have known what you were.”
“You—”
Ahriman was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"With this tone, I know who you are, Kayon. I didn't expect that you would appear here after missing for so long, and you would still be dressed like this."
"Do you still care? These? ”
"Then your inseparable Blood Guard——"
"Shut up! You are not allowed to say her name."
The Jackal looked very angry at this moment.
“You do love her very much,”
Ahriman said lightly.
"No wonder you collapsed so completely when she died."
"You sound like you know what it feels like, but you don't."
"I don't know?"< br>
Ahriman stared at the Jackal with crimson eyepieces, and then he knocked his staff to the ground, and everyone's vision was swallowed up by his past.
The burning world, the passage opening in the sky, the nightmare spewing from it.
Rozim saw heresy and evil, saw witchcraft and massacre, but Khayon also saw something different, something from the distant past.
It was from when the Emperor was still walking.
He saw that Ahriman was wearing armor that was not cobalt blue, but crimson.
He is not wearing a mask. Instead, the same pattern was painted delicately on his skin with golden paint, and the face underneath was unscarred and unfabricated.
He walked into a circle surrounded by sand, where another of his compatriots was waiting for him, and the man's face was also painted with shining eyes and falcon wings.
Ahriman and his brothers were armed with curved swords, and they fought with speed and grace. Deadly even in training.
The two ended the fight without even a drop of blood being shed, Ahriman extending his hand to the defeated warrior, and both men laughing as he pulled his brother to his feet.
Suddenly, the defeated warrior turned his head and screamed at Zhongtian.
His body was twisted, his armor creaked and cracked, slippery flesh squeezed out from the cracks, his blind eyes moved in the forked bloody flesh, and his outstretched claws and arms dragged on the stone floor. Above, the flesh and blood that was once human seemed to break out of the armor.
Ahriman fired, again and again, until the firing pin clattered against the empty chamber.
Then he stood there for a long time, looking at the blood and flesh glowing red in the sun, with tears streaming down his face.
“I know exactly what it feels like.”
Ahriman said, the memory disappearing like dust in the wind.
"The feeling of being alone, driven by regret and guilt." Jackal shook his head in disgust.
"I'm different from you."
Ahriman smashed the staff again, and this time it was another past that filled his vision.
Many warriors in red armor were knocked down, their limbs twitching, and sharp blades and battle axes stuck in their chests.
The world is in flames, people are begging, and shadows like wolves and humans can be seen galloping everywhere.
Jackal clenched his fists subconsciously.
"Kayon, you and I are exactly the same. We are both driven by the past, but focused on the future. You have been searching among the stars for ways to correct your mistakes. The only difference between us is our memories."
But gradually, Kayon loosened his fist and shook his head.
“Ahriman, I watched my brothers turn to dust, I saw their souls scattered on the tide of ether. From that day on, they never spoke a word to me, never smiled, except their approval. There is no voice, no feelings of compatriots. For ten thousand years, I have been walking among the stars with an empty shell. I have been alone."
As he spoke, Kayon turned the knife in his hand, and a portal appeared. Beside him, a warrior wearing armor came out.
Ahriman looked at him for a moment and frowned.
"Mekari"
The warrior did not respond to his name. He did not look at Ahriman, but just walked to Khayon.
Then Khayon turned the scimitar again, more portals appeared at the edge of the room, and more Thousand Sons came out and stood in position. There were more than a dozen of them, but none of them spoke, trapped in In the complete silence, only a sound like quicksand came out.
Ahriman sighed.
"Is it really going to be like this? We can work together to repair our brothers."
The Exile's voice was unusually sincere, and he raised his staff, his arms spread like wings.
"We join forces, rebirth will happen, and reconstruction will happen, and the mistakes of the scarlet letter will be corrected!"
Kayon shook his head.
"Ahriman, haven't you woke up yet? There is no legion anymore, and it is impossible to rebuild it. The Scarlet Letter is like the Wolf Fleet that destroyed the City of Light. Do you remember? Go to the Wizard Planet Later, we rebuilt the City of Light as it was, but everyone found that this new city could not evoke any nostalgia or guilt for our hometown. What's worse, we have even forgotten what brothers are, and for As for our father, he no longer cares about the fate of his children. He has long been lost in a greater game and devoted himself to the war between the four gods. Now there is only the illusory ether in his heart! Do you understand? Repairing the Scarlet Letter does not mean that the Legion can be repaired."
Ahriman lowered his arms and his tone became cold.
"So there's no need to talk anymore?"
"There's nothing left to talk about."
"Okay."
Almost as soon as the words fell, The scarlet letters on both sides fired at the same time, creating a terrifying storm of noise and fire.
The two wizards stood in the storm, not caring about the hail of bullets around them.
"You are no match for me, Kayon."
"Maybe you were in the past, but now -"
Kayon raised his knife, and a blue flame surrounded his side.
“Not necessarily.”
Seeing those flames, Ahriman whispered in surprise.
"So you surrendered to them!"
"Is it an accident?"
At this moment, Khayon swung his knife suddenly, and the three mortals who were trembling in the storm of bullets immediately felt A moment of trance.
When Rozim woke up, they returned to the original jungle, and the surroundings were still in the same mess as before.
He scratched his head and looked at Karen and the cook.
"Did someone talk before?"
"Huh? Is there a boss? Did you hallucinate just after my brother died?"
"Uh, right? No matter, let's leave quickly. , I think this place is weird!"
With that said, the three of them hurriedly walked towards the west.
(End of this chapter)