According to the scriptures, the god Osiris was surrounded by twelve saints, who were surrounded by light and had snow-white wings that could travel between the sky, the earth, and the underworld. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When people make scrolls, they generally imagine their wings as beautiful things as clean and plump as swans.

However, what grew from the spine of the black-robed man was a smooth, translucent, membranous wing like a butterfly's thin wings, and the skeleton and nerve veins shone with a faint white light, slowly swaying in the darkness, bringing light to the dark space, as if a holy thing had fallen into a scarlet fountain.

Then the black-robed man rose from the fountain of fire, his eyes closed, his face clean and upright under the faint light cast by the golden dome, as if covered with a layer of gold dust.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked directly at Archmage Rose, who felt himself sunk into those pure black eyes—like a deep, cold spring that wanted to suck his soul away.

The archmage felt out of breath. If there really is a saint in the world, it will definitely not be more perfect than the black-robed warlock in front of him.

Is he an oracle, a devil, or just a warlock who serves the devil!

Either way, it has a fatal attraction to the Archmage.

Rose's mind seemed torn in half, half agonizing for breaking his faith, half eager to be freed from bondage. The sight in front of him almost made him fall to his knees.

Tongues of fire leaped around the black-robed warlock like ghostly fire burning in the underworld, and he walked through the scarlet and down the golden stone steps, his membranous wings getting darker and darker, and finally retracting into his spine, and the torn muscles healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Odin walked up to Archmage Rose, his face glowing slightly—like Holy Priest John, the result of an overflow of power. He opened his mouth and chanted:

"Thou art the one who fights against God, and thou art called the 'traitor of God', waiting for the fire of disillusionment. ”

Ross trembled and had a splitting headache, unable to renounce the beliefs he had held for forty years, even though they had always been at odds with reality.

"Who the hell are you?" asked the archmage in a trembling voice.

"I am the one who was prophesied. Odin replied.

"So you are the messenger of the true god?" The archmage vaguely hoped that the gods he believed in were real, but the world was too dull to see the truth.

"No, I have nothing to do with the gods. If you use your definition - I have more to do with the devil. Odin replied.

"Devil, you have defiled the Templar!" the archmage angrily raised his staff "White Wind", but this angry shout seemed to be lacking in confidence, and the hand holding the staff trembled slightly.

"Since you can save me in the circle of the Holy Priest, you should not continue to deceive yourself. Odin smiled.

"Think of your mother. The black-robed man approached Rose and stroked the archmage's forehead with both hands, seducing out his deepest emotions.

Archmage Ross clenched his fists, bloodshot brown eyes and tears covering his eyeballs. He was clearly reminded of some reminiscing about the past, which could shake the foundations of his faith.

Looking at the tumbling sea of spirit of the archmage, Odin understood that this was a completely different person from Carter Larsson—emotional, infectious, and easily driven by impulses.

"Think about why you don't have a last name. ”

Odin continued—the man in front of him was very interesting, his apparent world was filled with a devout love for the true God, and his deep world believed that the icon was false and wanted to embark on a dangerous path, and he had been torn between the outer world.

The only thing that can combine this contradiction is Rose's almost childish kindness to the world, always hoping for an ethereal good quality.

The Archmage, known for his intelligence, virtue, and benevolence, is an intriguing contradiction of extreme division.

Rose was still trembling, unable to speak.

So Odin simply told the past that he couldn't face.

"You don't have a surname because your mother was a slave. You are not a product of emotions, but the fruit of impulses and sins. At this point, you've always thought you couldn't face the gods. ”

"Your father, Sully Larson, raped a stranger in the lord's mansion. After months of facing this impulsive beast, your mother realizes that she is pregnant, and that both she and her baby will face mortal fate. ”

"The strong desire to protect the baby in her womb made her escape from the lord's mansion, and after months of sleeping in the open, she finally gave birth to you in the wilderness. ”

Odin paused and looked at Rose, tears dripping silently from the eyes of the man in his forties, who seemed to be back in his infant state.

So Odin further tears apart the memories in the other person's heart, allowing more realities, rather than false love of faith, to emerge.

"It's a story. Another story is that your mother eventually died when you were five years old due to an injury. And from the time you were born until you were five years old, you were taken in by an old man. ”

"You've been deceiving yourself that it's the heartfelt kindness that keeps you alive. In fact, you've always known that your mother, and the old man, are the people of the Maipu race, the predominant ethnic group of the "Apostates." Therefore, those pagan prophecies and hymns are the songs you used to listen to when you were a child. ”

"To be able to escape from a well-guarded lord's mansion and remain undetected for up to five years must be an extraordinary ability. And you realize that you have some strange talents—talents that are not documented in any of the sorcery books. ”

Until now, the illusory world that this man has built for himself has completely collapsed, he simply indulges in the past, and the shame of the past has now become a good memory, and the past years of pious pure cultivation have become painful.

He was completely immersed in Odin's narration of the world, whether the other party was right or wrong, as if it were all what he thought, thought, and felt, and now he could no longer distinguish between reality and fiction.

"Later, the people of the Larson family still found you - in fact, you also know deep down that it was the old man who used you as a weight for his survival. Maybe you look too much like Sully himself, maybe you're too smart, and he is so kind to give you the best life and the best education. ”

Gradually, you forget the hard days of running away, think it was an honor to be part of the Larson family, feel inferior to yourself as an illegitimate child, and spend a happy teenage time with your brother Haysa Larson. ”

"Then you spent thirty-eight years of pious meditation at the seminary, became the youngest archmage of the empire because of your great talent, and returned to Paliva, only to hear that your brother had been put to death for blasphemy. ”

"Your moral code tells you that the judgment of the Inquisition is just, and that you can pray for this sinner and save his soul, but not to show compassion and let yourself fall emotionally. You've gone to Hezza - but he won't admit his guilt. You leave angrily until his body is burned to ashes, without you even looking at it. ”

Odin raised his voice: "Tell me, cruelly strip away all worldly feelings—is this what you think is good?"

During the cross-examination, Rose's face gradually turned pale, and the roots of his brown hair were stained with sweat, like a patient with a fever.

Odin didn't stop: "You have been blinding yourself, pretending not to see the sins committed in the Sanctuary and the human world, allowing it to spread unchecked, and finally betraying it with the thought that this is contrary to your belief in light - is this what you think is good?!"

Rose finally sat down on the ground, feeling that his skeleton and muscles were powerless to support his shattered soul, thinking of the happy life of the lord's mansion, remembering his childhood snuggled in the arms of his sick mother, thinking of the undead everywhere caused by the selfish desires of the Sanctuary, unable to distinguish what was good and what was evil, and feeling that he was falling into a bottomless abyss.

"But keep your eyes open and see the reality clearly. You were born a Maipu, a natural "apostate" - either renounce your faith and follow me, or go mad in a divided world, this choice is not difficult for you. ”

Odin, when the archmage was at his most bewildered and helpless, pointed out a path that was filled with scarlet flames. Ross had no choice, or rather, he had been longing for this day from the beginning. He picked up his staff "White Wind" and opened a path for Odin.