PS: Dark Sword 21 has been updated! Today, I have added a new chapter!
PS2. The next update should be when Dark Sword 22 is released ~ (* ^ ▽ ^ *)
After passing through the thick rock wall, Laing saw a mess. Countless kobolds had been burned and evaporated. Their remains and various collections were all displayed in this secret room.
The secret room wasn't very big, only about 50 square meters. The Kobolds' crappy concept of art made the secret room look like a garbage dump. Various brightly patterned cloth and paper were piled up randomly, and there were also all kinds of weapons that they had seized.
In the center of the secret room, an ancient sacred altar was in sight. The Emperor, whose body was shining with a golden glow, was standing beside the ancient sacred altar. As usual, the Emperor's face was very cold. However, the aura on his body was now countless times stronger than when Laing first saw him. This meant that his soul had been revived and healed.
Casually grabbing a piece of gold, Laing admired the pure gold content. He said to his father casually, "I always thought that in order to find the ancient sacred altar, I would have to cross mountains and seas. I would have to break through the top of the world. I would have to travel to every corner of the continent. Only then would I be able to find the ancient sacred altar … However, things went much smoother than I expected."
"Luck is also a kind of strength. The fact that you were able to find another ancient sacred altar so quickly has far exceeded my expectations." The Emperor calmly replied.
"So … Father, is it because you have been blabbering non-stop like a loudspeaker that caused so many miners to go crazy?" Laing asked curiously. At the same time, he also took all the gold that the kobolds had collected in the secret room.
"No, it was a foolish fellow who tried to open this altar." The Emperor's voice was as cold as winter. "Although his strength was not bad, he still died tragically here. You have already seen his corpse outside."
"I never thought that the famous former commander of the White Wolf Knights would die in such a way. Fate really makes fools of people." Laing came to his father's side. "What about you, Father? How did you find this place? "
"When you entered this place, I had already discovered the ancient saint's altar. After that, I waited here for you to arrive." The Emperor's golden armor shone brightly in the narrow space. An unparalleled power filled this small secret room. "You have now attracted the attention of the Evil God. Be careful with every step you take."
Laing nodded. He extended his hand and used his psionic power to awaken the ancient saint's altar. The Emperor stood at the side and watched Laing's actions coldly. The father and son did not say a word.
Until Laing took the initiative to break the silence, "Father, I seem to be … a little different from my brothers?"
"You guys are different in many ways. Laing, you are you, and they are them. You are different from them. You are my son, and they are my excellent works." The Emperor replied. He did not wear a helmet, only a golden laurel crown on his forehead. He revealed his noble face: a face that gathered all the miracles and light in this world. It was enough to make anyone offer their eternal loyalty the moment they saw it.
It was no longer shrouded in golden light like before. It was also no longer as vague as before. Laing knew that his father had completely absorbed the ancient saint's energy. His soul had been healed, and the Lord of Mankind was on the verge of returning. He only needed a body, a body strong enough to allow him to walk the world.
"Father … have you ever liked a woman?" Laing suddenly asked a strange question out of nowhere. His hands did not stop moving.
"Yes. When I was young, before I understood my essence, I was like you. I had a woman I liked." Unexpectedly, the Emperor calmly answered Laing's question. There was no emotion in his voice. It sounded like he was lying.
"Okay." Laing asked for a snub. But seeing that his father was not angry, Laing was silent for a long time. Then he said, "Father, can I ask you a question seriously? Very seriously. "
"Why? Why do you still love us? "
"After experiencing so much sorrow and pain, you watched the empire that you created fall apart with your own eyes. You watched as civilization and civilization were gradually replaced by ignorance and superstition. Not only were human beings faced with countless powerful enemies, but they were also filled with rebellion and corruption within themselves. Those politicians played with power in your name. One sector after another fell into darkness, and technology was regressing day after day."
"Horus's rebellion has doomed mankind. For the sake of mankind's survival, you have fought against the demons in the subspace for more than eleven thousand years. You should know that Chaos cannot be destroyed. As long as there are living creatures, they will always be reborn in the subspace. They will always make a comeback. Endless wars and sacrifices are nothing more than an exchange for survival."
"But you still love us. You still do everything you can to help us. You still try to get back on your feet and lead this decadent and declining race. Why?"
The Emperor's eyes finally moved. He reached out his hand and stroked Laing's head. For the first time, there was emotion in his voice.
It was a gratifying emotion. "Because of love."
"Because of love?" Laing asked curiously.
"My existence came from a crazy sacrifice. Tens of thousands of years ago, mankind was still eating raw meat and drinking blood. Although the subspace was not as chaotic and dirty as it is today, it was full of danger." The Emperor calmly recounted a piece of history.
"At that time, the ones who led mankind forward in the darkness were some subspace spellcasters. They were called shamans. A small number of humans had the ability to cast spells through the subspace. They worked hard to lead mankind forward for the sake of mankind's well-being."
"But it didn't take long. When mankind was still very weak, they couldn't attract the attention of chaos. However, as the number of shamans gradually increased, and mankind's influence grew stronger, these shamans eventually attracted the attention of chaos demons. Because the essence of shamans casting spells was to use the energy of the subspace, as long as they cast spells, demons would appear from the subspace rift and tear them apart."
"As the shamans died on a large scale, the remaining shamans knew that they didn't have much time left. So, they made a shocking decision. For the future of mankind, they committed mass suicide. Through a special sacrificial ritual, all the shamans' souls, power, knowledge, love, and reluctance to part with mankind were combined into one, forming a huge soul."
"That is me. I am the leader of mankind. My love for mankind does not need a reason."
"Father … I am so grateful for all the sacrifices and struggles you have made for us." Ryan knew how much his father had sacrificed for this. His eyes couldn't help but turn red. He suddenly felt that his dissatisfaction and suspicion towards his father had gone too far.
It was because his father was so selfless to mankind that he was so stingy with Laing.
He finally understood. At this moment, his son understood how difficult it had been for his father.
The geno prototype started to cry.
"Thank you, but I have heard enough of these praises." The Emperor's voice was still cold. It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
"I feel like I am growing up very slowly." Laing changed the subject.
"This is the right way to grow up." The Emperor did not agree. He shook his head and said, "My son, just do your own thing. That is enough. Your brothers still need you to save them."
Laing nodded. He did not want to dwell on this matter any longer.
As the Ancient Sage's altar was activated by Leon, the Emperor began to absorb the energy left behind by the Ancient Sage. Leon, on the other hand, was like a bandit, ransacking this so-called holy land of the kobolds. He took away everything valuable. The secret room should have been very dark, but the golden glow on his father's body was so bright that he could only sit sideways. "Father, does the Ancient Sage still exist?"
"In terms of race, the Ancient Sacred no longer exists. They died in the Battle of Heaven. Individually, there are still a few Ancient Sacred still alive." The Supreme Emperor absorbed the pure energy of the Ancient Sages and understood the unique knowledge of the Ancient Sages. At the same time, he could multitask and answer Leon's questions. "The Ancient Sages are immortal creatures. They have already surpassed the limits of their physical bodies. As long as they want to hide, there are still a few Ancient Sages who can survive … The planet where you came from also has an Ancient Sages who pretends to be a human and walks the world."
Ryan thought for a bit and knew who the ancient saint was. Thinking of what he did when he was young, he couldn't help but sweat. Then he continued to ask, "Is the legendary Devil Toad Slane an ancient saint?"
"No. They are just servants that the Ancient Sacred created based on their image. I told you, the Ancient Sacred are beyond the limits of their bodies. They are pure energy bodies."
"What about the Gods of this world? Are they also bodies of energy? "
"This world is shrouded in an eternal giant subspace storm. This makes this world isolated from the outside world. The existence of the Gods is to absorb the positive emotions in the subspace and eventually become Gods. They are essentially the same as the Gods of Chaos."
"Are the Four Gods of Chaos in this world the same as the Four Gods of Chaos in the universe?"
"Yes and no. Although the subspace of this world is related to the outside world, it is not the same."
Time passed slowly in the conversation between the father and son.
Three hours later, another Ancient Sacred Altar was reduced to ruins.
"Interesting. This altar records some of the ancient sages' research and development techniques on how to isolate the influence of subspace. I think the mechanical cultivators on Mars will like it. Hmm … there's also information on how to create a device to seal the fragments of the Astral God. This might be useful in the future …" the Emperor muttered to himself.
"Is it enough? Father? "
"It's enough." There was a golden flame burning on the Emperor's body. His eyes were shining. He looked at his son who was sitting beside him and whispered with the majesty of a god. "I am about to be revived."
"Laing, my son, continue to stay in this world. Your existence is a top secret. Stopping the arrival of the final moment is still your first task." The Emperor turned around and reached out his hand to Laing.
The Emperor gathered an unimaginably vast amount of psionic energy. A violent light burst out from the body of the Lord of Humans. Laing had to reach out and cover his eyes to resist the strong light. The power of life and death was in the palm of the Supreme Lord. It was a power that could deter and devour everything. It was enough to completely wipe out any form of life from all levels.
The Emperor, the great Lord of Humans, wanted to give his beloved son a small gift.
A white ball of light appeared in his father's hand. It went straight into Laing's forehead. A vast amount of knowledge and the best way to use psionic energy were imprinted in Laing's mind. It was a gift from the Emperor. It was his love for his son.
Laing knew how precious this knowledge was. Many geno prototypes wanted this knowledge, but it was now being given to him. He did not know what to say. He quietly said, "Father, I …"
"The royal army is on its way to help you," the Emperor said with a deep voice. The Emperor said in a low voice, "Because the Gate of Net Dao cannot transport an army and because your identity must be kept a secret, I only sent four Terminators of the Imperial Army. They will arrive here in a few days."
"I am your sword, Father. Use me as you wish." Laing stood up. Although he was not as tall as the Emperor, his son's determination was no less than his father's.
Gray Knight's fist hit the fist of the Lord of Humans. "Let us face this together."
…
When Laing came out of the mine, it was the morning of the next day.
When Alfred Frey saw him come out, he felt relieved. "Laing, you finally came out. I was discussing with Astell. If you did not come out by noon, we would go down and find you."
Laing shook his head and did not speak. Everyone noticed he was carrying a skeleton.
"This is …" Astell stood up. The half-elf's eyes were sharp. He knew what Laing was carrying.
"You guys can go out. I want to give the last compliment to White Wolf Holy Knight Logan Frings." Laing put down the skeleton and signaled everyone to leave.
Although he had become the Chosen One of the Lake Fairies, Laing was still a White Wolf Knight. What he did was in line with his identity. Alfred Frey and Astell sighed and left the room.
Laing stayed in the room alone. He first took out the White Wolf Holy Oil and smeared it on the skeleton. Then he took out the wolf skin and wolf teeth to give the last compliment to the White Wolf Holy Knight.
Using the secret method left by his father, he awakened a fragment of Logan Frings' soul in the skeleton. The White Wolf Holy Knight's memory appeared in front of Laing.
Ever since he was born, Logan Frings had been baptized at the age of seven. He became a Ranger Knight at the age of fifteen, a White Wolf Knight at the age of twenty-six, and a White Wolf Holy Knight at the age of forty-five. After the great Holy War, the former leader of the White Wolf Knights traveled across half of the continent by himself.
In the end, fifty years ago, Logan Frings came to Marlin Castle. By coincidence, he came to the deep mining area and found the Ancient Saint Altar. However, he tried to use brute force to open the Ancient Saint Altar. As a result, he was counterattacked by the defense mechanism set up by the Ancient Saint. He was seriously injured and was besieged by the kobold tribe.
Wait! Laing felt that something was wrong after reading Logan's memory, but he couldn't tell what it was.
What was wrong?
Laing thought for a while and suddenly realized what was wrong.
It was time! The time was wrong!
He saw the mysterious White Wolf Knight appear on the fortress of Nordskavel Mountain to save the defenders. It was sixteen or seventeen years ago!
But Logan Frings had died fifty years ago!
That mysterious White Wolf Knight wasn't Logan Frings at all!
Then who was he?!
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