Silver Dust stood up, walked up to Chira, looked at his eyes that seemed to be rippling with thousands of ripples, and asked him, "You said that you owe Gilgamesh everything you owe...... Do you really think so?"

"Otherwise?" Qi La looked at Yinchen with a smile, his eyes like a street lamp under the heavy rain at night, flickering on and off.

At that time, I, Galanz, Donghe, and we, the three apostles of heaven, earth, and sea, all regarded the two of you as gods in our minds, and everything in the past no longer means anything to you?"

"Past, present, future...... For me, there is not that big of a difference, and the 'time' thing, in my life, is not like a river, flowing from the source to the end. It's more like a giant whirlpool, devouring everything endlessly. So, what if I remember those days, what if I forget? What's the point? After all these years, he hasn't appeared. Maybe he's dead, who knows. In a low, magnetic voice, she spoke slowly, as if telling a bleak old myth.

"Of course you know he's not dead. The fact that I am standing in front of you, and that I am still the Lord of the Seventh Degree, is enough to prove 100% that he is not dead. Yinchen, who had always been indifferent, suddenly became a little excited, and his cheeks were bloody.

"Silver Dust, you know me well, and I know you too. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. It's just that a lot of times, I think you know how to play stupid better than anyone else. Did I tell you, I always suspected that Gilgamesh was dead a long time ago, and you had already inherited all the soul circuits of the previous dynasty. Galanz and Donghyuk have both died in the bloody catastrophe of that year, and the only person who has a chance to inherit Gilgamesh's 'shouldn't exist' soul circuit is you. Kira looked into Silver Dust's eyes, his gaze like a sharp dagger, trying to pierce Silver Dust's soul, "Are you right? ”

The light in the room had dimmed, and the dark red sunset hung in the sky, eaten away by the churning clouds.

After returning from Qila's room, Yinchen basically didn't talk much, and he didn't go downstairs to eat at noon. The food brought to the room was now on the table as it was, but it was already cold.

Qi Ling, who went downstairs to finish dinner, returned to the room and opened the door, and saw that Yinchen was still sitting on a stool alone, looking the same as when he left, barely moving. His gaze was coldly fixed on the table, motionless.

Qi Ling cleared his throat and asked Yinchen in a low voice, "Yinchen, are you hungry?" Do you want me to go downstairs again and help you get some?"

"No, I don't. Silver Dust said softly, looking up, his eyes looking a little tired.

"Silver Dust, the fact that you said before that you are still the Lord of the Seventh Degree is enough to prove that the last Lord of the First Degree, Gilgamesh, is not dead, what does this mean? Qi Ling sat down, thought about it, and found a topic to start chatting with Yinchen.

Yinchen looked at Qi Ling's face, his cold gaze recovered some of his temperature, and his expression softened: "You know, the gap in soul power between the prince and the apostle is very different. ”

Qi Ling nodded: "Yes, I know." ”

"The reason for this difference is not because of the accumulation of experience or the difference between Horcrux soul beasts. The most fundamental reason is that when the prince dies and the apostle inherits the title, the soul circuit originally in the apostle's body will double in density at the moment of succession, that is to say, the apostle's soul path, triggered by the 'death of the king', will grow surging in the body, copying a set of exactly the same soul path, and the original soul path will be symmetrically inlaid and staggered together. Moreover, the mutation of soul power brought about by this copy is not just a simple doubling, but a qualitative leap. However, at one time, the prince had a completely different way of inheritance from other princes, and at one time the prince had three apostles, named after heaven, earth, and sea. At one point, no one knew who would inherit the high title until the death or abdication of the throne. And what's even more cruel is that when the prince dies, two of the three apostles will also die, and the soul circuits in their bodies will also be reborn in the body of the third apostle who survived, that is, the apostle who can inherit the title in the end will have three sets of soul circuits in his body at the same time. Because of this, his soul power will rush to an unattainable peak in an instant. This is also the reason why the power of all the one-time kings in history is far superior to that of other kings. ”

Silver Dust looked at Qiling and slowly told him, his face seemed to be a quiet lake at sunset, full of dim sadness, but there was still a warm touch in the sadness. "I am the Apostle of Heaven of the previous generation, and my contemporaries of the Apostle of the Earth, Galanz, and the Apostle of the Sea, Donghyuk, both of whom died in a catastrophe a few years ago. ”

The whole room was quiet, and Qi Ling didn't know what to say, just sat with Yinchen.

"Therefore, I am the only one who can inherit Gilgamesh's soul power. I am still a seventh-degree lord, and not becoming a first-degree lord is enough proof that Gilgamesh is still alive in this world. Although I couldn't find him......"

Silver Dust raised his eyes, his gaze seemed to be wet with rain: "I've been looking for him for four years......"

Silver Dust stood up and walked to the window gloomily, his back to Qiling, trying to hide his emotions.

"You really didn't inherit the threefold soul path, could it be that your new Seventh Degree Lord's soul path suppressed the previous soul path, so you may have inherited it, but you just didn't feel it?" Qi Ling asked in a low voice as he looked at Silver Dust's back.

Silver Dust didn't look back, his back stiffened in the dim light, and after a long time, he said in a low and slow voice, "I told you......" His gaze was dark, "Gilgamesh is still alive." (To be continued.) )