The castle gates opened, and Laing and Angran walked towards the Chalon Forest one after another.
Angran's footsteps left footprints, and the World Eater's original form was silent. Angran turned to look at Laing, and then at himself. The old farmer raised his fist and looked at it as if he was thinking about something, and then put it down. "Let's go to Lily Island."
"What are you thinking about, brother?" Laing asked with a smile. He strode to catch up with Angran, and the Gray Knight's original form slowly entered the zone. "Could it be that you want to spar with me first?"
"Not interested." Angran shook his head. "I just have some things that I want to tell you at the last moment."
"At the last moment?" Laing frowned.
Angran did not answer, and the footsteps of the World Eater's original form became faster. "Let's see who can reach Lily Island faster, Laing. How about it?"
"Alright!"
As soon as he said that, a crimson phantom and a silver phantom blasted out like cannonballs, disappearing into the depths of the Chalon Forest.
In the distance, a large flock of birds rose from the forest, and the thick snow that had accumulated on the treetops finally fell to the ground as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
The Chalon Forest was very quiet.
Half an hour later, Laing and Angran arrived at the lakeside of Lily Island.
The world was a vast expanse of whiteness. Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. The surrounding forests and mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist. The surface of the lake had been frozen, like a mirror. In the silence, the cold wind blew through the forest, and the ground was covered with a layer of silver frost.
Laing and Angran stood before Lily Island, and the entire world seemed to have entered a silent domain. It was as if neither of them wanted to break the silence. Angran put his beloved pair of divine battle axes on the ground, and then stabbed his black sword into the ground. The Slayer King sat down, and patted the spot beside him, gesturing for Laing to sit as well. "You cheated, brother."
"You didn't specify the method." Laing was not embarrassed at all. Of course, the gray knight's original body was not as fast as Angelo, but he could teleport, so he arrived first.
Looking at the luxurious clothes on his body, Ryan pondered for a moment whether he would be scolded by Sulia if he dirtied his clothes. Then, he laughed at himself and sat down. "Brother? What do you want to say? Just say it. "
"Let's have a sip of Snow Goose Vodka first!" Angelo took out two bottles from his pocket. "Cheers, Davarich!"
"Cheers!" Laing took the glass bottle and gulped it down. Huala, a hot stream flowed from his mouth all the way to his esophagus. The burning feeling went all the way down until his tail was burning. It stimulated his senses and internal organs like boiling oil. Then, endless comfort spread out in all directions. Laing let out a satisfied cry, "Awesome."
"I like to hunt in the Chalon Forest in winter, and then sit next to the Lily Island, grill skewers, drink vodka, and enjoy the snowy scenery. The Lily Island is very beautiful, and almost no one will disturb me here." Angelo showed his teeth, and his eyes were a little blurred. "It's so beautiful. My mother planet left me with only crimson rocks, blood, ancient and bloody arenas, and those cruel experiments. I wanted to have peace, but I couldn't. The Butcher's Nail allowed me to obtain a moment of peace through killing and destruction, but soon, I would be tortured by continuous anger and the desire to kill. The more I pursue peace, the more I can't find peace."
"Damn the Astrals, damn the Nukalian nobles, and father's inappropriate way of handling things." Laing could understand Angelo's pain.
After Angelo became a gladiator, he lived an extremely painful life. In the darkest and craziest times, he used his special ability to absorb the pain of all the gladiators and took it all on himself.
When Angelo led his brothers and sisters to revolt, they hid in the mountains. There was no food, and everyone went crazy from hunger. The gladiators even ate stones. At this time, Angelo stood up. He cut his wrist and let his brothers and sisters drink his blood to relieve them of hunger. He once swore that he and his brothers and sisters would live and die together.
However, at the last moment, the Supreme Emperor forcibly teleported Angelo away, leaving the helpless gladiators to face the well-equipped noble army that outnumbered them by twenty times the next morning.
After the great rebellion of Horus, Angelang returned to his home planet. In the valley, there were only white bones and the ruins of the ancient battlefield. Everyone was dead, and only Angelang survived.
Angelo the Oathbreaker, Angelo the Traitor!
Laing knew that the Supreme Emperor had no choice at that time. First of all, Angelo explicitly refused the Supreme Emperor's help, and at that time, the Nukalian nobles had already surrendered to the Supreme Emperor. If the Supreme Emperor attacked the Nukalian nobles, to some extent, it would violate the Supreme Emperor's rules. Even after eleven thousand years, there were still a large group of descendants of the old warlords who surrendered to the Supreme Emperor and saved their families and some of their territories. As long as these people did not do anything out of line, even the Supreme Lord Council and the Supreme Emperor's Imperial Army could not do anything to them.
Angelo drank a bottle of Snow Goose Vodka, then took out a second bottle. When he saw Laing looking at him with some sympathy, he could not help but laugh. "Hahahaha! I know what happened to me. I don't need your sympathy. I don't need it! "
"Then what do you need, brother?" Laing did not drink that much. He was waiting for Angelo to speak.
"We need to be mentally prepared." Angelo was silent for two minutes before the original World Eater said, "Leon, my brother, do you know how powerful the Seed of Destruction is?"
"I'm waiting for you to tell me." Laing looked like he was asking for a beating. "If you don't know, who does?"
"When I was the Demon Prince of Khorne, even though I was irrational most of the time, I knew very well that I was no match for the Seed of Destruction," Angelo said slowly. "Even when I was at my peak, I was still no match for it."
"Indeed. Otherwise, we would not have made such detailed preparations to meet this powerful enemy." Laing nodded. There was no doubt about that.
"No, you still don't understand, Laing." Anglo raised his fist, which the World Eater showed to Ryan: "Do you know how powerful I was when I was at the peak of my Demonic Essence form?"
"… Sacrificing over a hundred Gray Knights to banish you?" Laing teased. "Amigi Dudon?"
"That was when I was summoned to the prime material universe. It wasn't my complete self." Angelo shook his head. "How should I put it, Laing? Let me put it this way. Half the strength of ascension, 30% weaker than cleansing. Do you understand? No matter how loathsome the Four Gods of Chaos are, the original body after ascending is much stronger than the original body after ascending. The Chaos will make up for your shortcomings and strengthen your strengths. "
"Yes, I understand." Laing nodded.
"Even when I was at my peak, I was no match for the Seed of Destruction," Angelo continued. Angelo continued, "And now, Ryan, I've changed back. I'm very grateful to you, but I've indeed become weaker. Without the Butcher's Nail and the power bestowed by Khorne, I'm much weaker than the original Demon Body."
"So, I have almost no confidence in this battle." Angelo looked at the distant sky and smiled. "No matter what, I have to thank you, Laing, my brother. I've been very happy these past few decades. I've gotten everything I wanted. A peaceful farmer's life, the family I've dreamed of, and my cute little nephew and niece. I'm really satisfied. Someone once said, don't enjoy all the good things at once. Maybe I'm asking for too much."
"Brother …" Laing had a bad feeling. He was about to say something when Angelo waved his hand, and the Slayer King's face gradually became ferocious. "If we really can't defeat the Seed of Destruction, then there's only one way left. I'll hold it back."
"I'll hold it back, and you use that black hole to destroy both of us." Angelo stood up. The Slayer King had never been so determined. He roared at Laing, "Can you do it?!"
"Brother!"
"I'm asking you if you can do it?!"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" Laing suddenly burst out laughing. The Gray Knight patted the seat beside him, and a snowflake flew up. "Sit down, brother. Listen to me first, okay?"
"… What do you want to say?" Angelo looked at Laing for a while and sat down. He sighed. "I'll listen, I'll listen."
"I'll tell you a story, a story about the 'Flying Man,' Michael Jordan." Laing gestured for Angelo to sit down. He softly told Angelo the story of Michael Jordan, the God of Basketball in his previous life.
Angelo was quickly attracted by the story of Michael Jordan. The epic basketball career of the greatest basketball player made Angelo yearn for it.
"Logically speaking, Jordan's first three consecutive championships and the last three consecutive championships are almost the same in terms of honor, statistics, and personal performance. To some extent, his first three consecutive championships are more valuable than the last three consecutive championships. But why does everyone think that his last three consecutive championships are more noble? His last three consecutive championships prove his supreme status? "Laing laughed.
"…" Angelo remained silent, but his face was filled with longing.
"When Jordan first came back in 1995, his personal ability was still very strong, but he was no longer unbeatable." Ryan said seriously, "His invincible breakthrough is gone. He can no longer surpass others with a single step. He has lost his original invincible super explosive power. His speed has also decreased. Although he is still very fast, he is no longer unique. In the finals of '96, he ran into trouble. He averaged 27 points per game, which was one level lower than his average of 41 points per game in' 93."
"In 1997 and 1998, let alone speed and explosive power, Jordan's jumping, strength, flexibility, and ability to move in the air also declined. His physical strength and energy were also declining. This invincible basketball god was facing a comprehensive decline. At the same time, from 1996 to 1998, his teammates became more and more useless. Tiger was completely useless, and the second-in-command, Pippen, also degenerated from the previous superstar to an all-star or even an ordinary starting player.
"The second-in-command is also very unhappy with the team because of the low salary. At the same time, the excessive honor has made his attention not on the field. The fact that he can still play seriously on the field is already giving face to the big brother and for the sake of their many years of friendship. It's the same for his teammates in the team. They are either thinking about the next super big contract, or they have already slacked off and want to be done with it. There are also veterans who have the will but are powerless and are seriously aging. Their opponents, on the other hand, are in the most hungry and thirsty state. The failure of the previous year has given them unparalleled motivation. They have vowed to take revenge."
"Then what should we do?" Angelo was also shocked by this dilemma.
Even if I am no longer invincible, even if I am exhausted, I am still the king! The proudest and most invincible king!
"His ability has declined, his speed has decreased, and his body has gradually declined. This is something that mortals can't change, but we have to learn to adapt to it and learn to use it." Laing said with a smile, "Although Jordan's body has declined significantly in the last two years, his skills and skills are at their peak. His fakes are more accurate, and his dribbles are smoother. He is very clear about his weaknesses, so he polished his skills and experience into a new version of himself. He developed a picturesque back-to-back jump shot. His extremely rich experience allows him to deal with any situation, and the variety of skills allows him to defeat any enemy."
"And more importantly, he still has a competitive heart. He is never satisfied, never slacks off, and always thirsts for more." Laing made a "six" gesture with his hand. "When the camp was full of injuries, when everyone was tired and slacking off, and when the morale of the army was unstable, he dragged his declining body and exhausted spirit and stood out with a strong will. That was how he ended the game with the 'last dance' and drew a perfect end to his glorious career."
Angelo was deep in thought. Slayer King felt a surge of hot blood ignite in his chest.
"Brother, I know that you're not as powerful as you were when you ascended into a demon, but you're still you. The techniques and experience you've accumulated over the past ten thousand years won't disappear. More importantly, you've found a goal to fight for. Whether it's for me, for Suria, for everyone in Redfish Village, or for Devonshire and the others, you have a goal. More importantly …" Leon continued, "You have freedom."
"Freedom." Angelo repeated, "Freedom?"
"You chose to stay. You chose to be an old farmer. You chose to help me take care of Devonshire. You chose to come back. You chose to face the Seed of Destruction. These are all your own decisions." "Compared to you during the Great Expedition Era and the Era of Ascension, you have nothing. You don't have your Bloodthirsty bodyguards, you don't have your 150,000 World Eaters, you don't have those demon dogs, and you don't have that crazy son of Kahn. You only have your little farm, but you have freedom."
"You are not fighting alone, brother. You have me, Suria, and Devenhill. You have Forgen who is far away in Lucia. You have Ruse who is nowhere to be found. You have Kirman St. Giles' manor, and those mortals who are fighting side by side with you. Brother, you are not alone. Try to believe in them, rely on them. Try to prove yourself. Prove to everyone that you are still the feared Angran. Prove to everyone that you are still the glorious and powerful Angran."
Anglo closed his eyes. He could feel that the knot in his chest had been lifted.
Yes, I am free. I am me. I am Angelo. I am not anyone's slave. I am not anyone's dog. I am me. Even if I am not as strong as before, the Seed of Destruction will not be able to defeat me!
Angelo stood up and laughed loudly. He pounded his chest and howled. The snow in the winter swayed in the Original Body's voice. "Ahhhhh!"
"Thank you, brother." Angelo felt comfortable. Slayer King reached out and pulled Laing up from the ground. He suddenly asked, "What about you? Brother? You have the nerve to talk about me? From the beginning to the end, weren't you also clearly arranged by father? Now that you're talking about me like this, don't you have a goal of your own? What are you fighting for? "
Laing was stunned. The Gray Knight Original Body was shaken by Angelo's words. He recalled Marcador's last words.
"Go and find the answer, my child!"
An illusion appeared in front of him.
Darkness fell. Wolves surrounded. Hope was dead.
In the fragmented and blood-soaked territory of the Empire, Macado followed the orders of the Emperor and brought the twelve Heaven's Chosen Ones through layers of blockades and lines of fire, arriving before the Emperor's throne. They accepted the orders of Emperor Jun to protect their race and protect everything.
Laing's psionic energy was mixed with gold and silver. It fluctuated violently. The Demigod Light tore the gap between reality and the subspace. The Original Body felt some new power and knowledge entering his mind.
"Use your will and psionic energy to tear the membrane between the subspace and reality. Reflect your own Soul World in the real world." The wisdom left by Marcador whispered in Laing's ear. "Let your will suppress the storm in the subspace. Let your power make the world yield. At that moment, a new scenery will appear in front of your eyes."
A new scenery?
Laing narrowed his eyes. The Gray Knight Original Body felt a new understanding. He had touched the "Inner Side" world.
"We will all survive, all of us!"
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