The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#2279 - Holding a knife to you

"So this is the real goal of Project Grey Marrow, is it?"

This book is first published on the entire network by 𝚝𝚠𝚔𝚊𝚗.𝕔𝕠𝕞

Soshjan found that at this time, he was unexpectedly calm, even frighteningly calm, or rather, a stone that had been weighing on his heart had finally been lifted.

"The Webway, the Legion reconstruction, it's all a deception everything is for the resurrection of Xerxes."

"So that's your final conclusion?"

"Isn't it?"

The Avatar smiled at Soshjan, and asked:

"Then who told you all this?"

Soshjan blinked, suddenly realizing, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said softly:

"These words were told to me by the Deceiver Avatar, do you mean that he didn't intend to lead me to the real Grey Marrow Project by telling me this? I remember the Deceiver said that his existence is to question and oppose the Avatar, you said before that this plan is a trap, but you still agreed to continue this plan after Xerxes' death, then let me boldly assume that resurrecting Xerxes is just a step in the plan, the ultimate goal is still the same as ten thousand years ago, to provide you with an incredibly powerful shell, right, Avatar? Emperor? In the end, Soshjan will be destroyed, and Xerxes will also be destroyed! Only a god who transcends the boundaries of reality and the highest heavens will rise in the galaxy!"

Although Soshjan's tone gradually became excited, the Avatar just kept smiling at him.

Speaking, Soshjan pointed to the painting.

"Like that pitiful god, continuing to devour the future, eking out an existence in trembling!"

The boy retracted his smile, staring straight at Soshjan, and when he spoke, his voice turned into a deep male voice with an echo, like a huge bronze bell.

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

Then he jumped off the chair and walked towards Soshjan, while his body glowed with golden light.

"For the great cause of humanity's survival, for the well-being of trillions of lives, to allow people scattered in the universe to travel the stars without Geller fields, to communicate freely without the strange dreams of astropaths, to make humanity a race that transcends the limitations of the soul, nothing is impossible to sacrifice, and nothing is impossible to destroy!"

The magnificent voice echoed in Soshjan's ears, and when the other party took a step forward, he instinctively retreated.

Step by step, the originally short figure rapidly grew, transforming into a golden-armored giant like Soshjan.

"Nothing cannot be used! And no one is qualified to oppose! I am both the beginning of man! And the best of man! I am the natural and unquestionable ruler of mankind! I have the right to dispose of anyone!"

Soshjan felt the pressure of cold sweat for the first time, he retreated step by step, while the other party was approaching step by step, his figure becoming more and more enormous, and drawing a burning long sword from his terrifying giant claws, like a dazzling sun, making Soshjan almost unable to open his eyes.

"Without me, humanity cannot prosper! Without me, humanity would still be trapped in the dark long night! It is I who guide and temper this race! It is I who conquered humanity's cradle world, and then the entire galaxy, iron fist is necessary, I must control everything! Humanity needs a ruler, only rule brings supreme order! I - the ruler of all mankind - will bring salvation!"

The other party was already close at hand, so close that it seemed that as long as he reached out, he could hold Soshjan in his palm.

Faced with the mountain-collapsing pressure, Soshjan almost suffocated.

Almost instinctively, he slowly moved his hand to the sword at his waist.

"Anyone! Anything! Should be used by me! Even my sons, are the same!"

In the instant the other party leaned over, Soshjan, clenching his teeth, was instantly dyed silver, not just his armor, but also his face, and at the same time, the Holy Flame Sword at his waist was drawn out of its sheath with a scream, and cold black flames ignited on the spiral sword body.

The next moment, the pressure disappeared, and the dazzling golden light also disappeared, leaving only the light curtain still swaying slightly.

Soshjan instantly woke up, he saw that the sword in his hand was pointing at the Avatar who had turned back into a child.

"Ah!"

A second later, he released his hand in horror, retreating repeatedly and even knocking over a row of display stands.

Amidst the crisp sound of numerous objects falling and shattering, the Holy Flame Sword also fell heavily on the carpet.

"I I"

Soshjan finally realized what he had just done

He actually drew his sword against the Master of Mankind!

Only those Primarchs named traitors had done such a thing, but today he actually—

The Avatar glanced down at the Holy Flame Sword, put his hands behind his back and chuckled:

"Soshjan, you have given your answer."

"I'm not I'm not"

Soshjan stood there stammering, looking a little at a loss.

The Avatar, however, uttered a meaningful sentence.

"Someone told you that no matter who you face, you must know how to resist, right?"

Soshjan was speechless.

The Avatar walked towards the shattered works of art, picked up a fragment.

"Actually, you're not wrong, devouring the future can only eke out an existence, just like these things, even if they are restored, there will be hard-to-see cracks, waiting to become more difficult to repair after the next break."

Speaking, he threw away the fragment, and those fragments and broken display stands automatically returned to their original places, turning into their original appearance.

"Broken is broken, no matter how you repair it, how you remedy it, you can't change the reality that it was once broken."

"Sorry"

"You don't need to apologize to anyone, as Soshjan, you did a good job but there is one thing I need to correct, Grey Marrow has always been a trap, it was in the past, and it still is now."

"I I don't quite understand."

"I can't find the answer, but you can."

"Why?"

"Only you can find the truth about Asuryan and the Undying Starfall, we don't actually know how many players are on this chessboard, but we can speculate that there is an invisible hand in this fog, even more hidden than those four destructive powers."

"If that's the case, why did Malcador"

"This is a gamble, although there are all kinds of risks in it, but they believe that many risks can be avoided, compared to the huge benefits, bearing some risks is within the acceptable range however, there is always an unpredictable variable that controls everything."

"What is it?"

"Time ten thousand years, many things have changed, whether this plan is still being carried out according to the original plan, no one knows, I don't know, the Deceiver doesn't know, probably only he himself knows."

"He"

Soshjan frowned.

"Malcador?"

The Avatar shook his head.

"Malcador has long passed away, what is now leading this plan is his 'consciousness', or rather, that 'he' who was shaped by memories and is close to Malcador, but just like you think, is it that person just by having memories?"

Soshjan lowered his head and fell into contemplation, he felt that the whole thing not only didn't get straightened out, but became more and more complicated.