"So. This is the real goal of the Gray Marrow Project, isn't it?"
Soshiyang found that at this time, he was unexpectedly calm, even terrifyingly calm, or it could be said that he was always calm in his heart. A pressing stone was released.
"What web channel, what rebuilding the Legion, it's all just a scam. Everything is to resurrect Xerxes."
"So this is your final conclusion?"
“Isn’t it?”
Mortal looked at Soshiyang with a smile and asked:
"Then who told you all this?"
Soshiyang blinked, suddenly remembered, and lowered his head. After pondering for a moment, he said softly:
"These words were told to me by the Confused Man. Mortal, do you mean that he told me these without intending to lead me to the real Gray Marrow Plan? I I remember that the Bewitcher said that his existence is to question and oppose. Mortal, you said this plan was a trap before, but you still agreed to continue this plan after Xerxes died. Then I will boldly assume that resurrection Xerxes is just a step in the plan. The ultimate goal is still the same as ten thousand years ago, to provide you with an extremely powerful body, right, mortal? In the end, Soshyan will be destroyed, Xerxes? Si will also be destroyed! Only a god who transcends the boundaries between reality and the Supreme Heaven will rise in the galaxy!"
Although Soshyan's tone gradually became excited, the mortals always just looked at him with a smile.
As he spoke, Soshyan pointed his finger at the painting.
"Just like the miserable god, continue to devour the future and survive in trembling!"
The boy stopped his smile and looked straight at Soshiyang, when he spoke , but the voice turned into a rich male voice with echo, like a huge copper bell.
"Is there any problem with this?"
Then he jumped down from the chair and walked towards Soshyan, while his body glowed with golden light.
"For the survival of mankind, for the well-being of trillions of creatures, for people scattered in the universe to be able to travel through the stars without the Geller field, and to communicate freely without the weird dreams of astropaths, for human beings to become For a race that transcends the limitations of the soul, nothing cannot be sacrificed, and nothing cannot be destroyed!”
The majestic voice echoed in Soshiyang’s ears, and when the other party took a step forward, He backed away instinctively.
Step by step, the originally short figure quickly grew and was transforming into a giant wearing golden armor like Soshyan.
"There is nothing that cannot be exploited! And no one is qualified to oppose it! I am the beginning of mankind! I am also the best of mankind! I am the natural and unquestionable ruler of mankind! I have the power Deal with anyone!”
For the first time, Soshiyang felt the pressure of Cold Sweat. He stepped back step by step, while the opponent was approaching step by step, getting bigger and bigger, and rising from the formidable figure. A flaming long sword was pulled out from the huge sharp claws, like a dazzling sun, which shone so brightly that Soshiyang could hardly open his eyes.
"Without me, mankind cannot prosper! Without me, mankind is still trapped in the long night of darkness! It is I who guide and temper this race! It is I who conquered the cradle world of mankind, and then the entire galaxy. An iron fist is necessary , I must control everything! Humanity needs a ruler, and the supreme order that only dominance can bring! I, the ruler of all mankind, will bring salvation!” It seemed like he could hold Soshiyang in his hand just by stretching out his hand.
Faced with the huge pressure like a landslide, Soshyan almost suffocated.
Almost instinctively, he slowly moved his hand towards the sword at his waist.
"Anyone! Anything! should be used by me! Even my son!"
The moment the opponent leaned over, Soshiyang, who was clenching his teeth, was instantly dyed silver. Not only his armor, but also his face. At the same time, the Holy Flame Sword on his waist was also pulled out of its scabbard with a scream. The spiral sword ignited with cold black flames.
The next moment, the pressure disappeared, and the dazzling golden light also disappeared, leaving only the fluttering curtains still flickering slightly.
Soshiyang woke up instantly and saw that the sword in his hand was pointing at the mortal who had turned back into a child.
“Ah!”
A second later, he let go of his hand in horror, backed away and even knocked down a display shelf.
As many utensils fell and shattered, the Holy Flame Sword also fell heavily on the stall.
"Me, me." Soshyan finally realized what he had just done.
He actually drew his sword against the Lord of Humanity!
Only those Primarchs called traitors have done this kind of thing, but today he did——
The mortal glanced at the Shengyan Sword with lowered eyes, put his hands behind his back and chuckled:
"Soshiyang, you have already given your answer."
"I am not me."< br>
Soshiyang stood there hesitating, looking a little at a loss.
Mortal said something meaningful.
"Someone told you that no matter who you face, you must know how to resist, right?"
Soshiyang was speechless.
The mortal walked towards the shattered works of art and picked up a fragment.
“Actually, you are right. You can only survive by swallowing the future. Just like these things, even if they are restored, there will be cracks that are difficult to see with the naked eye. It will become more difficult to repair after the next break. ”
As he spoke, he threw away the fragments, and the fragments and broken display shelves automatically returned to their original places and became their original appearance.
"It's broken, it's broken. No matter how you repair or remedy it, it can't change the reality that it was once broken."
"I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize to anyone, As Soshiyang, you did a good job. But there is one thing I need to correct. Ashmarrow has always been a trap, and it still is."
"I don't quite understand."< br>
“I can’t find the answer, but you can find it.”
"Why?"
"Only you can find out the truth about Asuryan and the Immortal Starfall. In fact, we don't know how many players there are in this game, but we can infer that in There is an invisible hand in this fog, which is even more hidden than the four powers of destruction."
"If that's the case, why Malcador"
"This. It is a big gamble. Although there are various risks in it, they believe that many risks can be avoided. Compared with the huge profits, taking some risks is within the acceptable range. However, there is always an unpredictable variable at the left and right. Everything."
"What?"
"Time, ten thousand years, a lot of things have changed. Whether this plan is still going according to the original plan, no one knows, I don't know, and neither does the confused person. Probably, only he knows."
“He”
Soshiyang frowned.
"Makado?"
The mortal shook his head.
"Makado has passed away long ago. What is leading this plan now is his 'consciousness', or the 'him' that is shaped by memory and is close to Malcador, but... as you think, it is just Is he that person who has the memory? "
Soshiyang lowered his head and fell into thought. He felt that not only was the whole thing not straightened out, but it was becoming more and more complicated.