Douluo's steel judge

Chapter 428 "Sincere"

Kyle looked at the emptiness of the black space and sat there, dazed in a daze.

"Are you here again?" Kyle asked in a low voice.

"Master Morgana."

As Kyle's voice fell, a beautiful woman with two black wings appeared beside Kyle, and she, like Kyle, sat on the ground.

"How did you guess it was mine, not 'Kyle'." Morgana looked curiously at the boy in front of her who had grown a lot compared to the one she met before.

The so-called growth is not only physical growth, but also spiritual growth.

"I just felt it, without any inference." Kyle looked at the empty black space.

This space is not completely made up of black, there are still a few flickering stars, flickering dimly.

"Is it just a feeling?" Morgana was dumb, then shook her head and said with a smile, "Are you confused now?"

"No, I'm firm now," Kyle said.

Morgana suddenly held her right hand, and her pale and inhuman hand, like white jade, made a movement that humans often do.

boom--

Morgana hit Kyle on the head violently, making a loud sound!
With Kyle's current strength, even a full blow from a soul master might not necessarily make him feel pain.

But Morgana is a Protoss, even if Morgana and "Kyle" share the power of the Protoss of Justice, that is, the two sisters each have half the power of the Protoss of Justice.

But even so, half of Protoss's power is far beyond the so-called 99-level limit Douluo, so naturally Morgana can easily hit Kyle with a violent chest pain.

Kelton covered his head for a while, and looked at Morgana with puzzled eyes.

Morgana stood up, with a humane smile on her glamorous face, Morgana put her hands on her hips, "Smelly brat, my sister has lived for thousands of years, I still can't understand your little thoughts. ah?"

Kyle lowered his head, looked at his hands in a daze, and said, "You said, I have done so many wrong things before, is there any chance to make up for it now?"

"What did you do wrong?" Morgana held Kyle's handsome face with both hands, and looked directly at Kyle's golden eyes that were very similar to her own sister.

But Kyle is different from her sister. Morgana's sister will always use the holy sword called justice in her hand to kill the enemy when encountering these things.

She never knows mercy, and only has absolute justice and judgment in her heart.

And Kyle in front of him is more like a mortal, who understands compassion, compassion, consideration for others, and what reflection is.

Such a person, as a mortal who guards Demacia, Morgana, who knows how to tolerate the faults of mortals, feels even more precious.

If it is like "Kyle", who is ruthless and always feels that he is right, it is truly terrible.

All laws, all principles, and all justice are based on maintaining the survival of the majority of people and the continuation of civilization.

If you only know how to kill and judge, but don't know how to empathize, this kind of justice is ultimately far away from mortals, rather than protecting mortals.

"I did something wrong. I shouldn't have helped them, and I shouldn't have been lazy." Kyle looked at his hands, those tens of thousands of civilians who died, and their blood seemed to stain Kyle's hands.

In Kyle's eyes, he could only see his hands were blood red.

"It's all my fault. If I killed them directly, there wouldn't be so many troubles later. It's no different from the original." Kyle said in great pain.

Then Kyle's eyes were firm, "I want to make up for my mistakes, I want to kill Tang San, kill those evil spirit masters!"

"This is my fault, I will settle it!" Kyle whispered, as if in a daze.

"Hey" Morgana looked at Kyle's appearance and sighed.

"Kyle, you have to remember that some things in this world are not necessarily right and wrong." Morgana said.

"What you think is wrong now may be right in the future, or it may be a good thing for others."

"Of course, it is also possible that what you think is the right thing to do will be wrong in the future, and it will be a bad thing for other people."

"Then Morgana, what should I do?" Kyle looked at Morgana confusedly.

He needs an answer now, and Kyle doesn't trust his own judgment at all now.

"I don't know what you should do." Morgana shook her head and said.

"Who should do what, even Aurelion Sol, who masters the truth of everything in the world, can't know." Morgana said, "Even if Zilan, the highest mage among mortals, mastered the mystery of time, he wouldn't know." Dare to easily interfere with the operation of everything."

"It doesn't really matter what you do, right or wrong."

"The important thing is, you have to be clear, what do you want, what are you guarding?"

"And all of this has to be done by yourself and comprehended by yourself."

"Just like me." Morgana smiled.

"Even my sister and I missed a lot of things."

"My sister and I once accidentally killed our father. After that, I broke off my protoss wings and walked on two feet."

"'Kyle' chooses to fully embrace the divinity of the righteous protoss and become a god."

"We make mistakes, just like mortals."

"After understanding this truth, I have not interfered with the normal operation of the Demacia city-state since then."

"Whether that kid in Oren was killed, I didn't intervene with them."

"Even if I think they are a bit harsh on the way they deal with mages, I didn't interfere."

"I just need to protect this country from being destroyed."

Speaking of this, Morgana smiled again and looked at Kyle, "So you understand?"

"I still don't understand." Kyle asked with confused eyes.

"Just don't understand!" Morgana smiled happily.

Then Morgana raised her hands high, and a black but strangely warm "light" rose from her plain white hands.

It gives people a very strange feeling, it is obviously black, but it has the same effect as light.

And unlike the Flame of Justice, it only feels gentle, like the quiet moonlight at night, soft and healing.

"Do everything according to your current ideas."

"Don't doubt, but you can regret it." Morgana held the black light with both hands.

"All your doubts will be answered in your experience." Morgana said with a smile.

"Then this is?" Kyle looked at the black "light" in Morgana's hand suspiciously.

"If you follow your game, this." Morgana pushed the black light into Kyle's body.

"It should be called Chicheng!"

(End of this chapter)