Chapter 70 Mirage

"Although this makes me unhappy, I must admit that you are well-deserved for your current status, Tes Dassadra."

After forcing himself to follow the entire process of recording what happened in the Hall of Omens and handing in the report, Shanto for the first time looked at the second company adjutant and the think tank director and supervisor with sympathy rather than calculation.

He even risked reaching out and patting the other man's shoulder armor in comfort.

"After Frix's death, you and Soltarn really worked hard for the Genefather, and it was obvious to all. This is a reward you deserve, I think."

Two Iron Warrior veterans walked down the wide aisles of the Destiny Steel, having just separated from the rest of their party.

The Potion Master, his apprentice, the young acting priest, and these two long-term war veterans moved the cultivation chamber, Sharokin, who was resettled in the stasis position, and Emmenut, who was still unconscious. After being delivered to the pharmacist's workshop, Dasadra and Shanto immediately excused themselves.

"Say one more word to the Living Saint of Dorne and I'll start imagining myself pulling out my power ax and jumping chops on him."

Shanto complained, "Especially with the way that golden eagle is standing behind his head, really, I really wonder what our Gene Father will do with him. - I wonder if the Iron King will finally decide that he can't ignore it All this, and ordered us to throw Honso's young apprentice into some kind of eternal torture device, film him screaming and crying into multi-angle videos and data backups, and then send them to the corrupt emperor's court and those who Go to the Imperial Fist’s Stone Fleet?”

Compared to the power armor decorations that the overseers only added according to the number of gifts from the Gene Father, the war blacksmith Shanto, who was obviously better at decorating himself with many gorgeous trinkets, trembled and laughed because of this good idea that suddenly came to his mind. .

"Those Dornish stones will definitely be angry, twisted, and out of control because of this... What a wonderful situation, especially dear Danat, ha, whatever is revealed on his resolute and loyal, hee hee, loyal face A trace of pain and loss of control can bring me a thousand times more happiness than those consumables and waste!”

Dassadra frowned under his helmet because of his colleague's obviously unkind and excessive remarks, "Shanto, I hope you didn't have anything to do with your terrible friends and damn aliens while serving on the Iron Blood." Prohibited communications.”

"Of course not, Dassadra." His companion answered him briskly, "Here, I will completely abide by the words of the father of genes. No matter how delicate the flowers are and need to be picked, there are only iron rules that cannot be picked. Violated.”

"I hope so, Shanto. If I catch you doing something forbidden, I will be happy to drain your blood and cut off your head as a gift to my father."

The supervisor said coldly.

"Hee... then I'm afraid we'll have to see who has the faster ax blade, you or me, Tes."

"Don't call me that."

"You're so boring -" Chanto was about to say something else, but a reminder suddenly lit up, and he shouted, "The next batch of grilled Glocks ribeye with black fungi and Steiger cheese in the officers' mess - —It will be released and available in one minute and thirty-four seconds!”

The Iron Warriors looked at each other and began to run quickly in the direction of the officers' mess.

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The sea has changed, times have changed.

Magnus floated in a trance in an endless expanse of pure white.

He doesn't know where this is, nor why he is here, nor why he is here. This place is endless, timeless, and momentless, without any reference, and without any other existence.

Only pure white.

But this is not a vast ocean, a voice or something in his heart told him so.

Maybe this is death? Eternity after the death of the soul? Or maybe it's a uterus that's pregnant with something?

He doesn't know, he may have known, but he is broken, he tries to be whole, but he is still broken, he cannot unify himself, he suffers from this, he is not that tenacious... He is not born for firm and tenacious endurance. Life... He couldn't bear it anymore... Can giving up bring an end to this pure white hell...

He couldn't feel his body, nor could he feel connected to his body.

Maybe...it's not bad to just...let it go...to...accept...

This is where?

The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night.

Prospero…

His eyes looked into the void, and the endless void was in his eyes.

He murmured the name of the wizard star.

The last light of the miraculously glorious surface of the Great Pyramid of Tizca, created by human hands, was still shining in the corner of his eyes. In the past, scholars once debated fiercely for virtue, knowledge, truth and morality in the center of the Secret Eye Square. All the true brightness and brilliance had been shattered by the wrong things he had done, the wolves, and the flames falling from the sky. All that was left to him was the withered white skeleton of the building and the black and white ashes of knowledge.

He lifted his feet, and there was a crisp cracking sound from under his boots.

The remains of rows of bookshelves and the shattered data glass were crushed into dust by the Cyclops and followed by the wind along his footsteps.

The Scarlet King's Soul Echo looked up blankly.

That day, I did something wrong.

He tried to recall, what on earth did I do that day?

Still nothing here.

He could not feel any connection. ——There was no warm connection from his father, no greetings from his son, only a maze, and the only maze in the omen was a crystal-cast maze.

He walked along the maze in a daze.

His hands were empty, without a ball of thread.

He had been blessed by his father, and he had known where he was going, but now he was aimless, with too many changes, too many roads, and tangled balls of thread.

Balls of thread.

Tangled.

Gordian Knot.

Suddenly a noun suddenly broke into his confused thoughts.

The pure white space was occupied bit by bit by the terrifying black of the starry sky and the cold light of the stars.

Let his scattered body gather around it, and the silver thread connecting his body and soul emerged again.

Gordian Knot… Delphic Oracle…

Delphi… Land of Omphalos…

Omphalos…

Omphalos… Evil Spirit…

Blood Demon… Path of Blood… Newborn of Fate…

The umbilical cord of the world was crying, changing, and Magnus suddenly saw a lifeline that had never appeared in ten thousand years, a lifeline that was different from anything else.

It was radiant and colorful, shining at him like a miracle in the pure white ash, like a mirage of an oasis in the desert.

Magnus—or the existence of Magnus who thought he was dead—could not help but walk towards it.

It looked warm.

He thought.

Quack!

? What? Knife? No knife! Only eating, drinking, playing with dogs, birds, playing with cats, and fantasy drifting! Battle scenes and great battles, what kind of teeth can you eat (you)?

You should have some trust in the character of the astrologer! (Astrologers...are there really any?)

Also, it was a bit difficult to write the little pony...it took a little longer.