Chapter 218 217. Villain Organization: Chaldea Order

Even though Sigarda knew that she fell in love with him in the first place, it might be because of the effect of a certain artifact from the Crimson Canon, but she never regretted it or flinched.

Since she will fall in love with him, then he will also fall in love with her, and that is enough.

Sijiada needs a comfort, a sun that will not burn her, but can bring her warmth.

And she can also bring loyalty and fiery love to the sun.

Byrklo looked at Sijiada's smile, but his heart was filled with anger. Immediately, he drank up the black tea in the cup without any grace.

The tasteless black tea slowly reduced his anger.

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?" Byercro could only guide the other party in this way.

After all, Sigarda was not easy to deal with, and the two had happily cooperated before. He did not want the other party to turn into one of those fallen witches.

Sijiada put away her smile, buried those memories deep into the depths of her soul, and said calmly: "It's just that the matter is a little bigger. You don't need to be so excited."

Upon hearing Sikada's words, Byrklo's voice became slightly sharper: "What about those innocent people? Do you know why I came to Yuri?"

Sijiada said softly: "I don't know, and I don't want to know!"

With a serious face and a trace of sadness in his eyes, Byrklo replied: "That's because of such a disaster, everyone died... and he died too!"

Sijiada smoothed her messy hair, and then said: "You don't actually know those people. You are just full of sympathy for life and death, but most importantly, you do it because of him, the man you love deeply."

"Fart!" Byrklo was furious and cursed instantly.

What is the man he loves so much?

He is a man who hangs out in the circle of ladies in the upper class society of Rennes Kingdom.

"He's my brother!"

Finally, Byrklo said something with a complicated look on his face.

"I don't want to know about you, but this is Yuri, not Felosa. You have too much control, just like that terrible old man." Sigarda replied.

"But this may become a trigger for war, and Felosa will be dragged into the abyss by you..." Byrkro said in a deep voice.

Sijiada chuckled lightly, and then said: "I don't have the ability to cause a war. At most, it will only cause turmoil in Yuri."

A few seconds later, Sijiada's calm voice came out: "That is my favorite emperor, how could I let him fall into the clouds of war... What you know is that I want you to You know, or...you can tell others to stop me."

After a long time, Byrklo said: "I hope what you are telling is just a lie."

…

The dim palace, the unknown fog that permeates everywhere, seems to make people calm down, just like watching the bustling lights in the darkness, calm and wise.

The starry sky on the dome looked real, but no longer out of reach. It was just not the starry sky he was familiar with.

"where am I……"

Horus opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, and then became thankful.

——He is still conscious and should be alive for the time being.

This was his first reaction at this time, rather than going to the so-called underworld, even though he had stabbed his heart with a dagger before.

He stood up immediately and saw the outline of the seven stairs.

——It was a majestic figure, its outline reflected in the mist. He was sitting on the cold old black iron seat, and his eyes like the sun made him a little afraid.

That's due to death's fear of brilliance.

"giant?"

Horus suddenly thought in his mind.

Because that seat does not conform to the body shape of ordinary people at all, only giants can fit it perfectly.

Although he was a little confused, Horus knew that he would not come here for no reason, and immediately looked at the other party and the surroundings.

There is a tower-shaped clock above the seat, which seems to be damaged.

At this time, he heard a majestic and low voice, as if startled in his ears: "Remember, put away your curiosity, death will always be in your mind."

Immediately, he saw that the mist was full of colors, as if it contained the truth of the world, but it only flashed through his mind, as if he had never seen it before.

However, he still felt as if his brain was being squeezed hard, as if he was in the depths of an endless ocean of knowledge, wrapped in endless pressure.

At that moment, he almost felt dead, which was far more terrifying than when he lost control, and more terrifying than the murmurs he heard.

However, this feeling did not last long before it disappeared, just like the endless tide slipped from his body, making Horus breathe a sigh of relief, and his breathing began to gradually return to normal.

After recovering, Horus no longer looked at the figure on the seat. He lowered his head slightly and carefully observed his body, but many questions arose in his heart.

Who is the other party... Where is this place... Was he rescued me... What is his purpose of saving me... Is there something he covets about me... If there is something special, it is...

At this moment, thinking of this, Horus's pupils shrank slightly, that was his secret.

And at this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe he didn't die at that time because of the other party. Maybe he was his experiment... And now, he wants to...

Horus's thoughts diverged instantly. He swore that he had not used his brain so much since he became the "tombkeeper".

However, those thoughts disappeared in just a moment. If he wanted to know everything, the most important thing was to ask the other party. Now it was just his own delusion.

Maybe everything was not so bad.

And if the other party had ill intentions towards him, then it seemed that he had almost no chance now. He still had some self-knowledge.

So, he hurriedly recalled what the other party had said before, and then pondered it for a while, and had a little understanding of the current situation:

This was not like a warning to the weak because of the other party's arrogance. It was more like a reminder.

So, he quickly replied: "I know, thank you for your reminder."

"I feel your desire, so... do you want to not be forgotten by history?"

Hearing this, Horus was a little stunned, and began to guess the meaning of the other party's words:

My desire? What is it... Is it that I don't want to be a monster... Then, not being forgotten by history means becoming a strong person?

There are many ways to not be forgotten by history.

Or like those vicious criminals, or even terrorists, turn the world into black and red, and be despised by the world.

But this is a shortcut, the simplest one.

You can also become those great men, benefit the people, or become an emperor, or even promote the progress of the times...

And this is almost impossible for ordinary people.

Horus does not have the above ideas. If possible, he just wants to be an ordinary person.

And now, his interpretation of this sentence is a strong man who can protect the people around him.

The world is very complicated and terrible. Since everything can't go back, he can only move forward.

But the most important thing is that he must master knowledge, otherwise even if he can survive, then loss of control may come at any time.

And now is a good opportunity...

In just a short moment, Horus made a decision. He was decisive and said, "It's my honor."

"Then accept my gift, accept the destiny, let us weave history, weave dreams, weave this dark era..."

Hearing this, Horus's somewhat cold heart became slightly hot, and the blood that usually flows slowly seemed to gradually tumble, no longer like a pool of stagnant water.

He was not a hot-blooded person, but after hearing this, he seemed to be like those brainwashed people, excited and honored.

He seemed to be mobilized by that atmosphere.

Perhaps there is great power in these words.

At this time, Horus's mind began to analyze the meaning of the other party's words.

Accepting gifts is a benefit for novices... As for the so-called predetermined destiny, it is basically a lie, just like those charlatans... And the last sentence sounds high-sounding, but in fact it is like an evil organization describing the darkness of the world to the lower-level members, and they are the saviors... Naked propaganda of the villain organization...

Thinking of this, Horus instantly felt like he had fallen into a big pit, but he seemed to have no choice at the moment.

It's not like those ordinary cult organizations, they are all ordinary people, and they can still find a chance to get out.

But what is the situation now?

Horus took a quick look and felt helpless.

This mysterious palace is not something that ordinary people can own, and it is full of mysteries everywhere. In addition, the boss behind the scenes at the top should be able to stare at him to death with his eyes. After all, Horus just looked at the other party and he was facing death. And the other party can pull him back from the edge...

No matter from which aspects, he has no right to refuse.

Besides, he doesn't want to die.

So, at this moment, Horus suddenly had some ideas, maybe he can replace it and make the world full of love and kindness.

…

The spoils needed to be preserved, so Ubemo came to the hall.

Just as he summoned the illusory star gate, he felt that there was something wrong with a main star in the dome.

This was a dark star, surrounded by a dark light, which looked a little ominous.

At this time, Ubemo heard a staccato voice, which seemed to be the voice of his heart.

This was the main star of Chaldea that he had previously decided on.

But the other party seemed to be in trouble at this time.

So, Ubemo hurriedly communicated with the star and observed his current situation.

"Out of control?"

Ubemo frowned.

He seemed to have no way, and he had no ability to interfere with reality.

But Ubemo was a little unwilling. God knows when the next candidate for the main star will appear after his death.