Looking back 10000 years ago, he was still a child. He was both the ambition of the elderly and the wisdom of the wise. He looked at the streets of the city of light with his eyes that had not yet witnessed the war.

The starlight lit up the hot night. Although the night wind was breathless, it also dried the fine sweat on the skin.

"What if they refuse us?"

Another child asked him.

"Then I'll be an explorer."

At that time, he replied proudly:

"I'm going to venture on the wilderness and build a new city for Prospero."

The other boys still looked hesitant.

"But we have to join the Legion, Iskander. Any other dream will only disappoint our family."

"I won't fail."

He then summoned a cup full of water from the other end of the table with his mind, and some spilled on the way, while the other boys could only lean out and reach for their own cup.

He could detect the faint jealousy in other people's hearts, but he still didn't say a word more.

Ten years later, he was no longer a child.

They are great soldiers.

Bomb guns roar and swords scream. Their purpose of living is to make all sentient beings obey their feet.

And their father, whose strength is so dazzling, is painful at a glance.

The red giant strode through the battle lines, and his sword waved to the alien city in the distance.

"Destroy them!!!"

The boys who joined the legion with him stood beside him. They charged side by side and put on helmets in unison.

Their father wants the city to disappear before sunset, and it will.

More than ten years later, they stood in a huge hall as magnificent as an arena, listening to Horus tell every detail of Tara's imminent destruction.

The tactical analysis is over, and this is the climax of the speech.

However, some of Zhan Shuai's superhuman talents have disappeared, and he can no longer inspire his soldiers as before. He once encouraged the soldiers to exchange words between you and me, so as to share their views and jointly plan tactics.

Tonight, similar communication is pitiful. Horus always talks too much and listens too little.

Didn't he realize that everyone in this hall had his own purpose? Didn't he know that the war meant something else to others?

He didn't know.

Hatred was flowing in his veins, and Horus believed that everyone was as complaining as him.

But he was wrong.

The soldiers of several legions stood shoulder to shoulder, and the wolf God Horus showed the confidence and majesty of a God in his words.

He talked about triumph, painted hope, and boasted about the ashes of the eternal wall.

But he didn't care and turned away

"Ariman!!!"

He had shouted the name ten times, but perhaps he could not hear it, or he didn't want to pay attention at all. The once familiar president of the black crow society just raised his hands to the sky surrounded by ghosts and roared at the top of his voice.

Three wizards in the inner circle could not resist this terrible force and turned into a raging witch fire. Two others were torn to pieces. Their bodies collapsed like grains of sand and were annihilated by ariman's savage mental power.

His place has become the core of the storm.

The names were recited one by one, and hundreds of wizards stopped praying and looked at each other in horror.

He was very angry, but he could not kill ariman with witchcraft, which would only make the etheric core out of control, and the explosive energy would kill everyone.

The dense energy around him began to shoot a dangerous arc into the sky. He tried to shoot the damn bastard, but the strong wind blew the bullet away.

This ceremony, ariman's Scarlet Letter, is struggling on the edge of failure.

He had a premonition of all this. The Tomahawk sheen cut through the air around him and brought another wound to the miserable world.

"Kill this madman!"

Their company commander roared out orders in the face of the violent hurricane,

A shining lightning flashed across the edge of the pyramid and burst like a whip. The loud noise shocked the whole building.

The wild rainbow blinded one wizard's eyes, and the other fell to the ground.

"Kill him!"

Every heartbeat is accompanied by more soldiers jumping out of the channel.

"Kill aliman!!!"

The chorus of dozens of explosive guns was like a desperate dragon chant, but nothing hit, not a shot.

Ariman was still hissing to the sky. Makari, his partner, was approaching him step by step.

The wizard stretched out his hand with all his strength. The twisted metal finger was only one centimeter away from the throat of the chief think tank, but the scarlet letter had been completed.

The surge of energy surged out of ariman's body. He heard merika's sad scream. He didn't realize that he had failed until the last moment.

Then Makari went, his closest friend.

They have been sleepless ever since.

The brother who fought with him at the top of the pyramid in the last second suddenly fell silent under the gaze of the strange stars of sotiarius.

Makari stood quietly, and then his hands fell silently.

He looks at the familiar figure, but he can no longer feel the existence of his best friend. It feels like you are standing in front of the mirror, but the person in the mirror no longer looks back at you.

Even though the armor still stands, everything has changed.

One by one, the soldiers fell to the ground, and the kotalan style crown fell on the glass floor, and cobweb cracks spread everywhere.

Makari's T-shaped eyepiece was still open, and he nodded slightly to the visitor.

Who, in the distance, calls

"Kayan."

"Kayan!?"

Looking at the figure coming out from the side, sosh was surprised. The prisoner who should have stayed in the prison now appeared swaggering in his robe.

"Why are you here?"

Soshyan drew out his sword and pointed to the other party, and the gray marrow started immediately.

Kayan ignored him, but went to the iron coffin, pointed to it and said:

"It let me out."

"What?"

"Don't be surprised. I made a deal with him. I'll help you find your flagship, and you --"

The amber skinned Kayan turned his bald head and stared at soshyan with deep eyes.

"When you enter the dark capital Comoros, you must help me find someone."

"I've never heard of this deal."

Soshyan did not lay down his sword.

"I won't go to any Comoros."

"You will go, sooner or later."

"I can't believe the words of a chaotic traitor."

Kayan seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! This is what you can say when you take in the prophets of the eighth Legion? Soshyan, soshyan, your face is thicker than the wall of Tara palace."

"You --"

Soshyanton was speechless, but he tried to refute each other.

"At least Talos is not involved in chaos, and you are the main member of the Black Legion!"

"Did you fantasize about the difference between the two?"

"Well, stop arguing."

Sol went between them and gently pressed soshyan's sword with his hand.

"Soshyan, you can trust me for the time being. I'll guarantee it."

Soshyan could only take back his sword.

"Kayan, tell me, what is friar Sid?"

Kayan threw out his hand and shrugged.

"I don't know. What I can tell you is... Its existence is related to sub space."

Soshyan, who received too much information today, is a little confused. He can't understand what Kayan means. In short, the situation is beyond his control.

Or is everything never under his control?