The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 706 Dust of History

   "Horus."

  Makado gasped hard:

   "There are things in this galaxy that you don't know, just because you don't need to know, and that knowledge will erode your heart, you know? Just like your brothers."

  Horus was still trembling, then it took a moment to sway to his feet and took a step forward.

  The palmprinter still plays with his simple robe and the ancient technology collar around his neck absent-mindedly.

   "You can't see what we have done to you because you are too focused on what you think you deserve, and your concept of the world without sacrifice. That's how you can sublimate..."

  Horus’s hand is close to the hilt in the sheath he wears on his waist. Its fork is shaped like the wings of a sky eagle, shining with golden light, and in the middle is the omniscient eye of Tyra.

"And this, this is why mankind cannot be ruled by superman! Your concerns are different from mortals, mortals must eat, sleep, love, fear, and finally... death, people will never understand the immortality that you are born with, if you If I can’t see the truth clearly, then you are all fallacies that I need to prove."

The energy field of the   sword was activated the moment it was unsheathed, and Khan shook his head and pressed Horus' arm.

   "Calm down, brother, think about where you are standing."

  Horus’s expression was still gloomy, he stared at the fragile old man in front of him.

   Then raised the sword high and pierced it into the tabletop.

  The tip of the sword pierced the hardened wood, completely piercing the floor below.

   "I despise you!"

  Horus took a sip at the handprinter.

  "You and the bureaucratic council in the shadows, people like you have no right to rule. An empire ruled by mortals would be...that...that would be..."

   "That's exactly what your father wanted."

  Makado took a deep breath and looked extremely tired.

  "Leave here, Horus, and return to the expeditions and killings that you deeply love. You will have your moment of glory. I promise you."

  Soshyang lowered his head and saw

  Half a meter on the debate table, the Eye of Terra and the Sky Eagle are turned upside down into a weird symbol, like some terrible omen.

  Looking at this scene, Soshyang's thoughts are full of thoughts. Such history, the witness has long disappeared, just like his original body, annihilated in the torrent of history no one knows.

   But thinking back to Horus' words, Soshyan inevitably raised a suspicion.

   Is the rule of mortals a failure or a success?

  Makado’s debate with Horus, judging from the results, it seems that Makado won.

  As he was meditating, the whole world was broken again, he was still in that hall, and Brahma was lying quietly in his palm.

  The material of this weapon is not gold or stone, but a texture of amber, engraved with mysterious wedge-shaped inscriptions, and there is a gap in the center of the head.

   Soshyang blinked, and found that the size of the vacancy was similar to something, so he took out the red talisman.

  Compared, the size was the same, so he carefully put the red talisman into the vacancy.

  He didn't wait for him to let go, but only heard a soft click, and Fen Tian had already locked the red talisman himself.

  ≪command receiving>

  Suddenly, those silent structures revived again, but the red light flashing on their heads turned into a relatively peaceful green light.

  ≪The highest authority is activated, the pheromone collection sequence is activated>

  ≪Pheromone collection completed>

  ≪disarming>

  ≪Standby, ready for patrol mode>

  Although he didn't know what happened, Soshyan guessed that he probably got the command authority of these constructs, and Loken had already touched it.

   "Ghost, if this thing is taken out, it will all be changed to a sage—"

  As a result, as soon as he touched one of them, he suddenly began to tremble violently, and at the same time, sparks from the electric shock could be seen on his mechanical arm.

  ≪Confirm that the contact has no authority, danger level 2, primary warning>

   "Let it go."

  As soon as Soshyang's password came out, Loken's tremor finally ceased, and he fell directly to the ground, smoking all over.

   "Good, so cool—"

  After seeing Loken nothing happened, Soshyan turned around, only to find that all the soldiers were watching him.

   Then, Mark was the first to kneel down on one knee, and then the other fighters followed suit.

Soshyang felt the weight on his shoulders, and the past history weighed heavily on him. If the illusion at that time was really a memory of the past, then their original body was sacrificed voluntarily for the empire.

  And this sacrifice will eventually bear fruit on them.

  Thinking of this, Soshyang had many thoughts, but he didn't know what to say.

  Finally, he raised Brahma and said solemnly:

   "The undead army, live forever!"

  "The undead army, live forever! The undead army, live forever!"

  The soldiers shouted in unison.

   "Huh? It seems. There is something else."

   Suddenly, Soshyang heard Loken’s surprised voice behind him. He turned around and saw the tech priest groping under the pedestal of the statue.

   Soon he found a button on the relief, and then gently pressed it.

  Only hearing a faint transmission sound, a hidden compartment was opened on the base, and a rusty box was sent out.

   Soshyang immediately walked over, Loken conceded his position.

  He squatted down, pulled out the last lock pin, and reached out to open the lid.

The board above    covers the entire box and is as thick as his palm. Soshyang stretches his hand underneath and gently pushes it away.

  At the same time, he smelled the stale dust rushing out of his opening, and suddenly felt anxious.

  But in the end he pushed the lid back.

   Loken craned his neck curiously, but saw that there was a heavy object in the box, wrapped in something that looked like a coarse cloth bag.

  Soshyang pulled out a knife from his boots and started cutting. He saw what was inside, but didn't stop his hands. He didn't stop until every piece of fabric was cut and removed, just to confirm.

  Finally, he stood up straight and looked down at what he had just taken apart.

"what is that?"

  Mark asked curiously.

  Soshyang did not immediately answer, UU Reading www. uukanshu. A weird sense of horror surged across him, blocking his words.

  When he finally spoke, his voice seemed very interfering.

   "Inside. There is nothing."

  Mark walked to the box, looked inside, and saw what Soshyan had seen.

"what."

   Inside the box is a large piece of stone, perhaps granite, just like the most common stone underground, and even some edges are cracked.

  It occupies most of the space inside the box. One end is a slender cone, and the other end is a mottled, rough oval, like a water drop.

  This may be a piece of a certain building, like it was discarded from some ancient building into the wind and sand. The only special thing is that it is engraved with a line in Gothic—

  【Glory and shame are hidden in Pandora's Box】

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