Chapter 3536 Michelle’s Guess

Ozma, filled with hatred, transformed into a ghost and god, and pulled out the soul of the former emperor of the Peruvian Empire, and continued to destroy, torture, and ravage him.

At first, the former emperor continued to curse and curse, but as the torture and torture lasted longer and longer, and the methods became more and more cruel, the curses and curses gradually turned into pleading.

But Ozma remains the same.

One day, he finally got tired of the torture and torture, and swallowed the soul of the former emperor in one bite.

"Did the swallowed soul just disappear?" I asked curiously.

"The soul will not disappear," Michelle said: "Either it returns to the place where it was originally supposed to go, or it is left in the body, tortured and never peaceful. Ozma's approach belongs to the future. By."

Later, he explained: "Of course, souls cannot be swallowed by anyone who wants to. They must achieve a special physique. Like Ozma, it was only after transforming into a ghost that he gained the ability to swallow souls. Although it cannot digest the soul, it can torture the soul in the body endlessly."

"Then do you have similar means?" I asked again.

"I am a divine adventurer. I can only comfort and liberate souls, but cannot devour souls." Michelle said: "Even if the soul is swallowed into my body, it will only be trapped, but it will not suffer any torture." and destruction.”

"That's right." I nodded: "So, is Ozma relieved?"

"No," Michelle said: "While he was torturing the previous emperor, he continued to recruit believers. A hundred years later, his legion of pretenders had reached millions of people, enough to annihilate the Peruvian Empire in one fell swoop."

"Millions of people annihilated an empire?" I thought about it, spread my hands, and said, "It's really a weak empire."

"It can't be said to be particularly weak," Michelle said: "At least it occupies the entire Arad continent."

"But Arad Continent is just a small part of Zephyr Continent."

Michelle's eyes twitched, but instead of continuing what I said, he said: "In short, at that time, the Peruvian Empire was still very famous."

"Okay" I curled my lips: "You continue."

"Just when Ozma was about to destroy the Perus Empire, my Order of Priests and I appeared in time to prevent this tragedy from happening."

"I feel that if you don't organize it, what happens may not be a tragedy."

"Isn't it a tragedy that people are dying?" Michelle frowned.

"But it's not Ozma's fault," I retorted: "He was so loyal that not only was his family killed, but his beloved fiancée was also taken away, and even his best friend was maimed and disabled. Is this true? Isn’t it a tragedy?”

"The tragedy you are talking about is too narrow-minded, my child." Michelle said with a senior attitude: "Compared with the loss of life and the rivers of blood, this is nothing."

"Is there any comparison between these things?" I asked back: "Just like loyalty and friendship, can it really be measured by value?"

"No, definitely not," I said: "Ozma's madness evolved from the tragedy of one person to the tragedy of a group of people, but none of their tragedies is more expensive. To put it bluntly, it will destroy The lifelong belief of a loyal person is the greatest tragedy, isn’t it?”

"I think that in the face of this situation, you should not blame Ozma, but the former emperor who led all of this to happen."

"The former emperor is dead, and his soul has been swallowed by Ozma and will suffer eternal pain. Isn't it enough?"

"I don't know." I shook my head and said, "Personally, I think this is just forgiveness. As for whether the degree of forgiveness is enough, it depends on what Ozma says. If he thinks it is enough, then it is enough."

Michelle thought for a moment and murmured: "I can't decide whether your words are correct or not. I can only say that I will consider it, child, whether Ozma's behavior is correct, wrong or just, It's selfish, I will see with my own eyes and judge with my own heart."

"I hope so." I nodded: "By the way, there is another question, who won that war?"

Michelle smiled bitterly and said: "On the surface, it seems that I won, because the Pretender Army was completely destroyed by us, leaving only some residual forces scattered everywhere that could not make a splash."

"So what actually happens?" I asked.

"Actually, it was Ozma who won. That war directly caused the Peruvian Empire to be severely weakened, and it could no longer afford a national-level battle."

"I don't know if this can be considered a big revenge," I murmured, "but even if it is a big revenge, it's just another tragedy."

"It's like this," Michelle said: "If the emperor of the Peruvian Empire had not done these stupid things from the beginning, Ozma would not have transformed into a ghost, and Kazan would not have become like a plague. The presence."

"But in this case, your Holy Order will have no use."

"I established the Order of the Priest just to fight against Ozma's Legion of Pretenders. If the Legion of Pretenders had never existed, the Order of the Priest would naturally not have existed, let alone be useless. "

"But even if it was useful at that time, there is no longer the existence of the Holy Priest Legion." I said: "The terminal disaster in ancient times directly caused countless species on the Zephyr Continent to be wiped out in an instant. Maybe even my Our ancestors could not escape their bad luck."

"Your ancestor?" Michelle pondered for a moment and said, "You are a goblin, right?"

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"There shouldn't be any problems with your ancestors," Michelle said seriously: "There shouldn't be any problems with the two major races in ancient times."

"Oh?" I asked in confusion: "Why are you so sure?"

"The two ancient races are unknown existences that I cannot touch," Michelle said calmly: "Even if I use the power of awakening and the strongest power of holy light, I cannot detect them."

"Is it because you are too weak?" I asked, and then I felt that it was rude to ask such a question, so I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."

"No" Michelle shook her head: "I don't think this is offensive. In fact, I am indeed weak compared to the two ancient races."

"However, my holy light does not belong to my power." Michelle continued: "It belongs to the great will, and it can see everything except the two ancient races."

"Even the power of great will cannot understand them. A mere disaster should be something they can't do anything about."

Michelle was also very unsure about this last sentence.

After all, he had never experienced that catastrophic disaster, and he knew nothing about the two major races in ancient times.