The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"Um?"

Soshyan was fighting one second before, but the next second, he found himself in an unfamiliar space.

He first touched his chest and found no problem, but the sword just now was so real...

Suddenly, Suoshyang realized that his face was wet, and the moment he raised his head, he saw the boundless night that was suddenly torn apart by lightning, and the torrential rain fell on his face.

Soshyan was a little confused, but a building ahead caught his attention.

It was a church, with almost no decoration except for the high roof, which was quite simple, and did not have the various expressions common to imperial churches.

With some curiosity, Soshyan stepped forward and pushed open the cathedral door.

The moment the door was opened, the strong wind swept the dry ground with raindrops, and also stirred up the curtains.

There is nothing special about the interior of the church. There are benches on both sides of the main hall. The transept next to it is an altar covered by broken curtains. The stairs in the north and south transepts can reach the cloister, and the extended corridors form a wide corridor. Soshyan entered the first part of the church.

"anyone there?"

Soshyan greeted softly, but there was no response, only the occasional crackle of the candle burning and the roar of the wind and rain outside.

He turned and closed the door, and the mad world was silent again.

Taking a careful look around, Soshyan saw old objects and symbols that he didn't know, perhaps some local sects of the state religion, such as the man who was nailed to the cross, who was probably martyred for a certain faith. Saint's denomination logo.

When looking up, Soshyan saw that the roof was filled with a series of wide panels, each depicting a different scene, the one that attracted him the most was the battle between a golden knight and a silver dragon, time aside. And the influence of unstable light sources, the vivid tones and flexible structure in the painting really make Soshyan astonished.

At this time, Soshyan noticed that there seemed to be a line of words carved on the main beam, but it was not the Gothic language he was familiar with, but it was very similar.

"Ray...Stone..."

"Do you go to church often, Soshyan?"

A voice made Suoshyang put his head down suddenly.

The self-proclaimed bewitcher was standing in front of the church altar, with a broken glass-topped bronze timepiece and a thick leather book surrounded by six unlit candles.

"What does faith mean to you?"

He asked softly as he lit each candle, bringing a warm glow.

"I only go when I meditate."

"So what do you meditate on?"

"oath."

"The oath is the value of my life."

"Then what do you get out of it?"

"Peace and courage."

"Why does an oath give you peace and courage?"

Soshyan was speechless.

After the other party extinguished the match in his hand, he turned to look at him, the golden mask showed a little warm color under the candlelight, not as cold as before.

"So, you just want a moment of peace. Faith and vows are just means, and your courage is only supported by these."

"No, they're what I'm fighting for."

"Then can your goal be exchanged for your peace?"

"This--"

"Then it's my turn to ask this question now. Why is your voice always full of confusion?"

Soshyang was stunned for a while, then shook his head and said:

"I didn't... maybe I did."

For some reason, when talking to the other party, Soshyan always had the feeling that he was an insect specimen nailed to a wooden board and was being dissected and studied.

In order to regain the initiative, he stepped forward and said solemnly:

"Confused, are you related to the Emperor?"

"Emperor."

The man shrugged.

"Who is the Emperor?"

"what?"

"You said you believed in the Emperor, didn't you?"

"That is the belief of all mankind."

"Then... who is the Emperor?"

"The Emperor...is..."

It was the first time that Soshyan encountered this question. He hesitated for a long time, but could not answer the other party.

Then, the other party answered instead of him.

"It's your belief."

"my faith......"

Soshyan blinked, his thoughts were a little confused for a while, and he felt as if something was leaving him unknowingly.

"So there are two distinct layers of your mind, you, the awareness, the witness, and the part observed by others, the imagination, the shaper, and the problem is, now the two You can't prove yourself."

"You, is it still you?"

Soshyan blinked, his consciousness is very blurred now, and even his vision has become a little blurry.

"Why... not?"

"But you can't understand, which you I'm talking about, is it really the "you" discussed in this question? Is it you today? You a year ago? Or you a year later? And what you say" "Yes" and what time period of "yes" are you talking about? Do you mean today's you? This hour of you? Or just this second? Also, which part of you is the real "you" What? Your body? Your thoughts and emotions? Or your actual actions?"

"I...I'm not a philosopher and can't answer..."

What is he doing here?

Suddenly, the long-disappeared thunder sounded suddenly, and Suo Shiyang broke free from the vortex of thinking.

The perplexed person looked up at the window, and then sighed softly:

"Well, it's not time yet."

Saying that, he turned around.

"Since you don't even know who he is, why do you believe in him? And you think that I am related to him."

But Soshyan decided not to follow the other side's words.

"What is the purpose of bringing me here, whether or not you have anything to do with the Emperor! I have no interest in arguing with you."

"Whether you are interested, I hope you will make a decision after listening to a story."

"what story?"

"A long time ago, people on the earth were plagued by floods and wild beasts. In order to survive, they prayed to the gods, and regularly offered their livestock and children in exchange for peace. The fate of future generations is pinned on the ethereal gods, so people are called to use bricks as stones and stone paints as plaster to build an eternal city and a towering tower, so that human beings can have a common but safe home."

"...Because of everyone's common language and concerted efforts, the built city is prosperous and beautiful, the towers go straight into the sky, people live well, and they no longer have to worry about floods, wild animals, and impermanent gods, but gods do not Give up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They changed the original common language of people, causing them to alienate and fight because of the language barrier, and finally burn down their homes in the fire of war, the towers also collapsed, people can only live like wild beasts. Surviving on the ruins of their former home, they continue to sacrifice livestock and children to the gods."

"...the man who proposed at the beginning, seeing people have fallen so far, finally realized the problem, he gathered people who believed in himself, and started to change the world, first to unify people's language again, then culture, When an ethnic group without barriers reappeared, he started a grand construction again. This time the giant tower he was going to build was even bigger and bigger than before. To reach the place where the gods lived, he wanted to remove the gods from the heavens. Grab them, so that they can no longer intrude on the world."

"...his plan went well, people were building huge towers brick by brick, and getting closer and closer to the realm of the gods, then they had a new plan, and they began to spread belief among people , gave a part of his power to mortals, and many miracles were born. When the first believer was born, they told him that this giant tower was the source of evil, the devil's plan, and he must find ways to destroy it... Believers from One became a hundred, and a hundred became a thousand. The believers began to use inferior materials to replace the original materials, and began to dig holes in the foundation of the giant tower. At first, all this was inconspicuous, but when the giant tower was on the verge of completion At that time, its riddled foundation could no longer hold on, and collapsed with a bang..."

"...The plan of the gods was successful, the collapsed giant tower almost destroyed the city, the surviving people became believers, dig holes in the ruins and live the life of primitive people, forgetting the prosperity and progress of the past, still Entrust the future to the gods of nothingness."

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