Father? This word is so foreign to Brahman, so strange that it has never appeared once in the course of his bloody and cruel life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he was a child, he was told that he was a reformed man created by the Order, that he was different from mortals, that he had a nobler life, and that his life belonged to the Order, and that the Angel of Death was his parents.

When the ignorant child is still discerning the meaning of the word parent, the cruel trial of survival has begun. The wandering between life and death, the collision between blood and coldness, for a child, his childhood almost determines his life.

Van survived, not only that, but also survived the first place in the trial.

This is something to be proud of, but it also puts a cold shackle on his painful childhood.

Killing and bloodshed.

He has no relatives in this world, only himself.

He has struggled, hesitated, and also weakened, and no one is invincible. In the middle of every nightset, the night when countless nightmares are apoke, Brahman, who has taken off the disguise of indifference, longs for his own emotions and has his own softness like the mortals of all beings.

Everyone has a city in their hearts, and others can't get in, and they can't get out. Brahma forged strong walls with indifference, and built cold gates with coldness.

No one knows the flight better than he does, and no one knows the loneliness better than he does. Lonely on the road, lonely against hordes of enemies, lonely against the whole world.

But doesn't he crave emotion?

If the answer is no, then why did he leave the Angel of Death?

When faced with the pursuit of an entire family and even the whole world, how could he not have longed for the help of others? How could he not have longed for a warm and safe hug every night when he was seriously injured and did not know where tomorrow would be? He is not a god, just a mortal, he can be tired and sentimental, but when these are forced to put on a strong shield, everything becomes his indifferent and indestructible coldness.

Weakness is death, so he is stubbornly unkind.

If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself.

His friends will eventually leave him, and those who care about him will eventually die because of him, everyone is forcing him, and the whole world is rejecting him.

And what did he do wrong? No, he is just a person struggling to survive, forced by the world to this point for his little bit of conscience that he does not want to extinguish.

He was tired for a long time, but he couldn't be reconciled, he believed that his fate was in his own hands, not a given thing in the mouths of others.

And when he finally became disheartened and vowed to take revenge on the whole world, someone told him that he was not alone, he had a father.

And that person was standing in front of him at this time, facing countless beings who were standing at the pinnacle of this world, arrogantly and coldly announcing that he would take him away, even against the whole world, because he was his father.

Should I cry or laugh?

Fan found that in fact, he was only indifferent, and the little blazing flame that had just risen was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water from his cruel past.

Is it resentment? No, it's not.

He is not resentful, but he is even less grateful.

In what way does this cruel last world perfectly destroy a person's innocence, a person's persistence, and distort a person's most basic pursuit.

After standing still, Fan smiled softly. It's not a wry smile, it's not a sneer, it's not a smile.

"What did you say!?" Jessor couldn't accept Luo's words, and couldn't help but get up and stand!

His panicked and even horrified eyes were incredibly overwhelmed. I've never seen the First Speaker so panicked, never.

And the same reaction as him was the pinnacle speaker who was in most of the room.

"He's your child? And your child is the prophesied native species? You say his name is Greywing. Fan, then you are the son of Wing who should have died back then?! ”

Just such a simple sentence, the content contained in it almost reveals the future of the entire peak, and when all these broken pasts are interspersed and united for a moment, the shock brought by it is earth-shattering!

The few speakers who knew this well, the back of the hand holding the seat was bruised, and the back was covered with cold sweat!

"You're scared of Jessor, I can feel your fear." Luo was expressionless.

"You must not imagine that the Angel of Death epic, remembered by the entire human civilization, in the face of the Zerg's endless insect sea counterattack and brazenly entered alone, fought for three days and three nights in the end in exchange for a nuclear bomb, was killed by your dirty conspiracy, the Angel of Death Gray Wing City Lord Wing, his poor dead son, is me. You can't even imagine that in order to clear all the obstacles established by the Pinnacle Council, you who planned the entire insect tide riot under the threat of Wing's young grandson did not actually kill that child. He survived, and at the cost of his grandfather's life, of all the families you plotted to kill who rejected the pinnacle plan, continued the last glory of our entire Greywing. ”

"And today, what you don't expect is that the Greywings that you thought were extinct never existed. We're back, with the native species you fear the most!! ”

Lowe's roar ran through the hall, and the long-suppressed humiliation made his roar full of sadness and release, and for a moment the solid and lightless hall was about to be unable to withstand his anger, and a boulder the size of a human head fell in a swoop!

It's just a roar, and it's so crazy!

The Hall of Light was silent, and the past that Luo stated at this moment had never been touched upon by most people. The Gray Wing City Lord, the great existence in the history of mankind, was actually killed by a conspiracy?

So those heroes who also rushed into the insect tide alone, and died by turning the tide with their own strength, are they also the same fate?

The irrepressible imagination is terrifying and terrifying, impacting the worldview of every young peak present, if this is the true face of the Summit Council, then what are they? An executioner who aids iniquity? Or a poor worm who doesn't know anything?

Cold sweat can't help but run down my forehead.

"Nonsense!" Faced with a situation that was almost out of control, Jessor burst out loud!

However, Lowe simply ignored Jessor's rebuttal, which seemed to him to be ridiculously thin.

"Actually, I should thank you, if you hadn't let my father kill the insect tide, he wouldn't have gotten the eggs of that secondary brood, although it was only a broken egg, but the energy contained in it is the lifelong dream of those of you who rely on insect crystals to survive. It is because of this that I can become so strong. ”

"Brood eggs?" Jessor was shocked!

"I should have killed you, and I should have completed my revenge while I was still in the Peak Council. But alas, before my plan was completed, everything was ruined by one person, and she helped you escape, but at the cost of her own son. ”

"Are you right? My wife, mother of the native species, great oracle of the Summit Council, Lynn! ”

There was an uproar!!

"What did he say!!"

"The Oracle is his wife?! Mother of the native species? ”

"Impossible! How is this possible! ”

"The oracle, the oracle, she ......"

"Nonsense! Nonsense!! "Jessore has completely lost control of the situation, and the impact of these words from Luo on him, and even on the entire council, is almost devastating!

"Is it nonsense, I think the oracle himself should know very well in his heart, am I right? My dear wife. Lowe's words were almost squeezed out of his teeth, a woman who killed his father, carelessly lost his child, and finally brought disaster to the child, such a mother, such a wife.

The resentment in his heart towards Lin is hard to describe in words!

"Luo ...... Sorry our children ......"

"Shut up! You don't deserve to call him your child, and you don't deserve to be his mother! ”

"Luo ...... I ......" Tears flooded Lynn's eyes like a flood that burst the embankment, and she sobbed silently, finally losing support in all kinds of remorse and pain, and fell heavily to the ground, hiding her face with tears.

"Kid...... My baby...... I'm sorry for you, Mom, I'm sorry for you......"

The noisy chamber was still, and the people who should have been horrified by the facts were expressionless, perhaps numbness, numbness after too much shock, and all they could do was silence when the oracle confessed everything.

There is only silence.

Deathly silence.

Including Sanskrit. (To be continued.) )