The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When he was a recruit, he started to learn to play chess.

As the game progressed, Soshyang's breathing gradually slowed and deepened, and his mind was no longer confused. Even the doubts in his heart received a moment of respite during the game.

In the past training, the purpose of playing chess was to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind and concentrate on the scattered spirits-he was almost about to succeed.

Sitting across from the table is Dante.

The legendary commander had a serious expression, staring at the game intently.

After a long time, Soshyang finally made a decision. He put a chess piece in his hand and looked up at Dante.

But the other party just smiled and moved another one as a counterattack.

"Alexey, what led you to become a star warrior?"

Dante looked at the chessboard, and his loud voice broke the long silence, reverberating around under the empty dome.

The mixed accent from Barr has a long history and is obscure, and sometimes Soshyan doesn’t know that what he finally understands is inconsistent with what Dante wants to express.

"What are you talking about? Venerable?"

"Why do you have such lofty ambitions in your heart? You can choose to live a peaceful and natural life belonging to a mortal. What attracted you to challenge the trials of a life of nine deaths? Why do you expect to be an Astarte ?"

Soshyan shook his head, seeming to be taken aback by Dante's question.

"It's been too long...I...I really can't recall my life as a mortal. I only remember that I was simply going to be Astarte Brother..."

"Don't give up, keep trying."

Although a little strange, since Dante insisted like this, Soshyang wondered if there was some important information hidden in his past.

He shrugged and began to try his best to remember his past.

"If I remember correctly, I... I might be eager for the power to change things. My hometown is an ordinary world, where life is short and boring, but even in that poor country, it still spreads. According to the legend of Astarte fighting-in a void that is more than ten thousandths high, angels are engaged in a never-ending war with the enemies of the empire."

Soshyang tried his best to recall his life before being promoted, but his attempt was like a mud cow into the sea, unable to stir up a bigger wave.

"At that time, I felt that I should be such a person and have such a life. I hope that one day I can sharpen my strength and make it come in handy... I hope I can leave a mark in the world. I have witnessed the end of many people with my own eyes. It is meaningless and has no impact. No one knows or remembers. I don’t want this, I want to make a change."

Soshyan staggered Dante's gaze, he always felt that the other party was trying to scan his thoughts.

"You hid your thoughts from me."

Dante's inference was accurate, and he didn't even need to look at Soshyan's eyes anymore.

"How can young children have such complicated thoughts? Let me tell you about mine. My father is a salt seller who wanders with the tribe. Bar's life is hard and cruel. I just hope to get rid of the short and cruelty. My life, yes, my original intention was just to live, to live for a long time, when I was only twelve years old."

Soshyang fell into confusion, and the other party seemed to have something to say. What kind of attitude does Dante have towards him?

Is it appreciation? Still worried? Perhaps the subject of today's dialogue is his trial? How much did Dante guess the truth?

Soshyang could not detect the condemnation and accusation from Dante’s sight. After a moment of contemplation, Soshyang threw the last hand that he had meticulously planned for more than half an hour, preparing to win the world in a way that Dante would never expect. game.

But he made a mistake, and Dante’s backhand completely ended him.

The victorious Dante looked at the chessboard in silence, and the slight shake of his brows was the only expression of the slight fluctuations in his heart.

Silence enveloped the two of them, and they were reluctant to go away for a long time.

After a few minutes, Dante got up from the table, walked to the display area deep in the hall, and walked into the hidden compartment full of dust.

The densely packed drawers in the compartments are all nailed with brass name tags, with slender characters that Soshyan can't identify, recording a certain meaning.

Dante’s eyes and fingers slid across the labels, and finally stopped in front of a drawer. Then, with a wave of his hand, the heavy drawer opened silently for him, smoothly and quietly spreading towards him. direction.

In the drawer, there is an old scroll quietly lying on it. The roll paper made of gray and unknown leather quietly wraps the shaft. The upper and lower ends of the shaft are in the style of eagle claws, and the claws are full of fists. Magnificent bloodstone.

Then it was in Dante Qing's hands-

"This is the twentieth volume secret record left behind by St. Giles, which is unknown only to the commanders of the past generations, but it cannot be opened."

Dante said, handing the scroll to Soshyan.

"Venerable, this—"

"The original body once issued an order, only the forgotten son can open it, I believe that is you."

Soshyang stood up, straightened his back and bowed deeply, and took the scroll that Dante handed out.

"Sir, I am honored, but can you really be sure that it is me..."

Dante stared at Soshyang's confused eyes and said:

"Perhaps the time is not here, Alexei, but it is destined that sooner or later you will change the empire."

The expression of the Lord of the Holy Blood Angels is ambiguous, and the weight contained in the words is more than that of Mount Tai. There is a certain secret emotion in the depths of his eyes. It took Soshyang a long time to distinguish its true body-Fang Zheng Worried about his safety.

Soshyan glanced at the scroll in his hand. What did San Giles leave behind?

"Open it when you are alone."

Dante smiled.

"The original body's intention to do this is that all the secrets can only be known by you."

Seeing Soshyang's solemn expression, he took a step forward.

"I can understand you, Soshyan Alexei, no one can easily shoulder such a huge responsibility."

The heartbeat in Soshyang's chest was like a roar of thunder, even if he was alone with the other party for a few hours~www.readwn.com~ he still found it difficult to respond to Dante's gaze.

"I believe you."

Dante continued, patting Soshyang's shoulder lightly.

"Waiting for your time, don't rush, remember, remember."

Soshyang was speechless. He didn't know if Dante had spied his soul? Did he also see the many illusions that haunted him-those memories from ten thousand years ago.

Taking a deep breath, Soshyang tapped his breastplate to show his respect. The entanglement and confusion in his chest were really mixed.

"I will keep it in my heart, Venerable Dante."

Dante seemed to want to say something, but in the end he chose silence.

Soshyan guessed it.

"Venerable, you seem to be very concerned about the weepers? Is there anything I can help you? But it doesn't matter."