owlsbooks Chapter 417 The Cursed
Chapter 417 The Cursed
The indifferent man sends an invitation.
But Lord was very cautious and did not rush in to find out the truth.
Although the truth of the shattered battle between Heaven and Hell can be said to be within reach of him at this moment, and he only needs to step into this temple to know, but he is still extremely vigilant, and before he can figure out the origin of the indifferent man Before that, he would never step into that temple easily.
The reason is obvious.
In such a ruins left by civilization millions of years ago, or even longer ago, the appearance of the Tower of Babel is already surprising enough, and now a living person with even weirder shapes and behaviors suddenly appeared in front of him. Can he not be vigilant?
Especially the first impression of an indifferent man made Lord feel a deep sense of disgust.
Although even he himself couldn't explain clearly, where did this disgust come from, and it lingered in his heart like a shadow, as if it was an allergen that some human beings naturally reject. Come on a knife!
This feeling is very wrong for Lord.
Because if the god of death wants to master stronger power, the first trial he must go through is to have in-depth soul communication with the Zanpakutō, and the advantage of doing this is that it will gradually make the god of death's mood and spirit, produce a An earth-shaking change.
Therefore, with the development of the strength level of the god of death, the soul and state of mind will become stronger, and the two are a process that complement each other.
Perhaps Lord is slightly inferior in terms of spiritual power, but after undergoing tempering, his state of mind and soul have already surpassed most captain-level gods of death, so it is almost impossible for external factors to affect him .
But when facing this indifferent man, he was still inevitably 'influenced'!
Seeing Lord's hesitation to act, the indifferent man's blue eyes flickered, as if he saw the scruples in his heart, he said slowly, "Don't be vigilant and confused, it's normal to hate me, Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"Very interesting statement."
Lord put his right hand on the handle of the knife, maintaining a posture ready to fight back at any time, and said lightly: "But unfortunately, it is not convincing at all. Instead of using these words to prevaricate me, why do you let me in?"
Seeing that the other party refused to give in, a hint of helplessness flashed across the indifferent man's face, and he said, "It's not that I want you in, but the truth you want to know can only be seen in the temple, and I can't verbalize it."
Can't dictate...is it under some sort of restriction?
"Then if I tell you that I'm not interested in the truth, will you stop me?" Lord raised his eyebrows and asked again.
"The right to choose is always in your hands." The indifferent man shook his head, and said with deep eyes: "But I firmly believe that you will not just leave like this."
Lord sneered, and said, "Are you so sure?"
"The dice of fate have already fallen, and no one can change the result."
The indifferent man looked at Lord, sighed deeply, and said: "I have been waiting here for millions of years, just waiting for someone to come, only the person holding the 'Tablet of Destiny' can open this legacy. monuments, and that person...is you."
"The Tablet of Destiny? You mean...the stone carving with Akkadian characters?" Lord was taken aback. He didn't expect that such a seemingly ordinary thing to have such a big background!
"To be precise...that's part of it." The indifferent man said: "The real tablet of destiny records everything about..., but it has already been accompanied by the great war." Broken, all you see is a piece of it."
There are seven tablets of Destiny, which are said to record the scene of the beginning of God's creation.
But now judging from the indifferent man's expression, the things recorded on the tablet of destiny should not be as simple as imagined, at least it is definitely not the scene when God created the world.
"There are no accidents in the world, there are only inevitable..." Lord whispered these words, just as he had guessed before, since the moment he got the tablet of fate, the invisible thread of cause and effect It has already wrapped him up.
Therefore, evasion is useless.
Even if he turned around and left here today, he would eventually return to this historic site under the guidance of fate.
"A sentence that contains a philosophy fits the current situation." The indifferent man nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation: "When fate guides you to come here, it is better to face it head-on than to delay and escape."
"Makes sense."
Lord suddenly laughed lightly, let out a breath slowly, and said, "Both left and right are coming, why don't you come as you wish."
After that, he took a step and walked into the temple.
But if you observe carefully, you can find that the Zanpakutao that Lord is stroking with his right hand has been unsheathed for about half an inch, and he may draw the sword at any time to chop off the head of the indifferent man with unparalleled force.
The indifferent man didn't care about this, he just glanced at it casually, then turned around and led the way to the temple, and reminded him lightly: "It's good to be vigilant, but it's best not to attack me, otherwise the one who suffers will only Could be you."
Lord followed behind, his eyebrows sank when he heard this, and a slight chill appeared in his eyes: "I can understand the meaning of this sentence as, you have enough confidence, won't you be killed by me? "
"It's neither provocation nor self-confidence." The indifferent man paused for about half a second before he said with a self-deprecating tone: "Maybe you can kill me in the future, but it's definitely not now, and I'm looking forward to that day." advent."
"From what you said, it seems that you are expecting me to kill you?"
"In a way... yes."
"Can you tell me why?"
"I am a sinful person, cursed by God, so I look forward to death."
When he said this, Lord could hear a slight hint of sadness and mourning from the indifferent man's voice, as if he was regretting the sins he had committed.
"What crime did you commit?" Lord asked curiously.
"I...killed a person." After a moment of silence, the indifferent man said slowly, "He... is my younger brother."
Lord asked again: "Who the hell are you?"
However, this time, the indifferent man still didn't answer, he just said: "I am... a cursed person."
Talking endlessly, he is obviously a riddleman again.
Lord knew that it would be useless to ask, so he didn't bother to ask why, but silently followed the indifferent man into the temple.
The internal structure of the temple is square and square, and the area is not large.
There is neither a high platform god statue used for sacrifice, nor any related relief murals, only a dark stone tablet.
But unlike the stele seen in the temple below, this pitch-black stele has no paintings, only densely packed Akkadian characters, like inscriptions used to record major events, deeply embedded in the inscribed manner The stele is several inches deep.
"You don't want me to see this, do you?"
The veins at the corners of Lord's brows were twitching, and he looked at the indifferent man angrily, and said, "I don't know how to read this kind of writing, why don't you just read it to me."
"No need to read."
The indifferent man pointed at the stele and said, "You only need to touch the stele to hear its voice."