Rhea's words were overbearing, but they were taken for granted.

Yes, that's how Crodier thinks.

There is no reason for the weak, and the strong do not need a reason. In Crodir's short but illustrious life, there was never time to look for excuses. What they want and what they pay for is clear at a glance.

Because this is a world where the jungle is the strong, a world where the strong become masters and the weak become slaves. Any so-called reason, excuse, is pale before the competition of Chiguoguo. Rhea didn't come here today to force anything, not to look for anything, he just brought a word.

"Crodil needs you ......" He paused and took a deep breath, as if to inhale Crodier's humiliation and heaviness for ten thousand years.

"Keep fighting."

White clouds, blue lakeside. Rhea said to a man who looked like a dumpling. Even if the other person can't even move a finger. Even if the other party can't even breathe. Rhea took it for granted, because this man was Dirk. In Crodier's dictionary, no, the dictionary of the entire universe, the man who wrote the word "strongest".

What if you can't move? Even if even the main body is lost, what if only a fragment of psionic energy is left? As long as there is a trace of existence, the will of the Hades King must run through the long river of those years and write the tombstone of the underworld.

Rhea thought silently, took one last look at the unconscious 'zongzi', and turned around to leave.

But at the moment when he was about to leave, Meiya's voice came from behind him.

"Wait."

"Take a break." Mia's wings stretched and made a gesture to Rhea. "It's been many years. None of us met, are you in such a hurry to leave? And ......" Meiya lowered her head and looked at her bare feet with a stupid gaze. The sound is getting lower and lower. "Same as last time...... Take...... My Dirk? ”

Rhea didn't say anything. just left a heavy back like a mountain, but as strong as a tiger. There was a long silence......

He didn't need to speak, because at this moment he suddenly realized how familiar the scene before him was.

It was also 10,000 years ago, on the top of this white cloud, on the shore of the blue lake. He came out of nowhere and brought the king's will to a man and a woman in love. The woman is quiet and holy. The man was as cold as ice. Then, the man left the girl and wrote the strongest legend of Claudir in the starry sky.

That looks down on the whole universe. Let all the strong surrender in awe, the most dazzling legend in the universe.

Is that glory?

But why did Rhea feel a deep sense of guilt in the face of Meiya's clear eyes like water? It's as if his eyes are as heavy as the stars, and he is a little gasping for breath when he oppresses?

"I ......" Rhea didn't know how to answer. After a long silence. But it can only be repeated. "That's what Crodil needs."

He repeated, as if he was firming on something, as if explaining something.

But Meiya didn't show anything unusual, just looked at Leia's back faintly, and her voice became softer and softer......

"Rhea, I've always wanted to ask you something."

"Say it."

"You Crodirs, what the hell are you fighting for?"

“…………”

"For freedom? You've got it, for power? You've got it too. For the sake of power, you still got it. When Claudir's name swept through the sky. The whole universe trembles at your feet. At that time you were synonymous with invincibility. All civilizations are thirsting for your mercy. All allies, you are thirsting for refuge. ”

"But why don't you stop expanding?"

"Generations of Crodirs have spread war and conquest in the universe. You will never stop until you provoke a counterattack from the universe. ”

"Why?"

"Your great wise man has the wisest mind in the universe, and your king has the sharpest gaze in the universe. You know that never-ending conquest will only lead to backlash, and that the universe cannot be turned by one civilization. But you're still fighting. Why is all this? ”

Meiya's bare feet finally stopped, she raised her head, looked at Rhea's back seriously, and said. "Tell me, what the hell are you after?"

"..............." Rhea continued to be silent, but her pupils contracted suddenly.

yes, why......

A good question.

But can you say it yourself?

As the god of war of Crodir, the firm executor of the king's will, the extender. He did know some of Crodier's secrets. But he also knew how heavy the secret was.

That's the destruction of the entire civilization, and the death of all the Crodirs, and still can't be pronounced in the heaviness of the mouth......

He raised his head, his gaze under the bandage piercing deep into the sky, as if he could see the vast sea of clouds, endlessly obscured.

In the end, just a sigh.

"You can't bear it."

"This kind of heaviness, it is enough to have a victim of Crodil, this universe, no more experiments."

"But you're going to take my Dirk now." Mia's voice finally raised a little, and her eyes flashed with determination. "Why...... Can't tell me? ”

"If it's your secret, but Crodil is gone...... Miya lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly. "Why are you going on? Just for the sake of your so-called persistence and ...... Promise? ”

"Persistence? Promise? Hearing this, Leia only twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was laughing at herself, and seemed to remember something. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke to Meiya.

"You're wrong......"

"Crodil never disappeared. Perhaps for you, for most civilizations, Crodil is a symbol, a race. But for us, the true Crodirs, it is a will. ”

"The will has no substance, and the will transcends the entity."

"It doesn't matter if we insist, we are just the executors of the will, the condensers."

Rhea raised his head and breathed deeply, as if he had returned to the battlefield of the past, and heard the roaring war cries of his companions. His gaze grew brighter and clearer. The whole person also seems to come to life from the inside, exuding a dazzling flash of soul that is difficult to see.

"Crodir, no one has died of natural causes since the day of birth. We are the legacy of warriors, and the only cemetery suitable for us is the battlefield. ”

"For Crodier."

Rhea repeated, as if expounding the truth, chanting the Bible.

The figure suddenly lifted, and Rhea rushed into the sky like a meteor, disappearing where the sunlight spread. Looking at his burly back, Mia's eyes blurred.

She moaned like a dream.

"Why, you're all ...... like this"

"Why, you men, don't understand a trace of softness?"

"Dirk, I, will I lose you?"

Meiya turned her head and was shocked to find that she didn't know when, the figure that was wrapped like a dumpling, the man who couldn't even move a finger and almost disappeared his breathing, had already stood up on his own.

He turned his back to himself...... At his feet is a line of crooked handwriting written with his fingers.

"A warrior will die on the battlefield."

"Crodier's Will ......"

"Above all else." (To be continued......)