Carlil withdrew his forces, and the emperor followed. The frost and golden flames vanished, and the gray of silence took its place. It has been so for a long time, and it will always be so.

The room had no windows, and the Lord of Humanity abruptly began to stare at the wall, silent. His actions came without warning, but Carlil was used to it. He folded his hands and leaned against the wall for a short break.

After five minutes, the Lord of Humanity finally withdrew his gaze.

He spoke in an ethereal tone.

"I started to see less and less."

He paused, lowered his head, and pondered for a moment more, considering every word that came to his senses.

Now, I can barely see the storm. A never-ending storm. ”

"Doesn't sound like a good thing." Carlil replied quietly.

"It's not clear yet." The Lord of Humanity shook his head.

The laurel still shines, but the face underneath it is revealed. The incomprehensible divinity and seriousness faded together, leaving only exhaustion and a glimmer of hope that he could not be sure of.

Carlil caught it, but didn't say it directly. He knew why the Emperor was reluctant to determine the reason for this hope.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Even you will deceive yourself in some places. ”

The emperor glanced at him, but said nothing, a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

He closed his eyes. Psionic energy spread through the air, and the gray landscape began to change. Carlil's back fell empty in the next second, and the wall that held him was gone—in fact, even the room itself.

The howling of cold winds is not generated by psionic energy, but winds that originate from the natural environment. Harsh, but with a true severity that overcomes everything. Snow falls from the sky, and the wind carries it as a sharp blade that cuts through the face.

Carlil looked down and saw a deep patch of snow that had reached his calf. He looked up and looked ahead, and saw a mountain cliff, and beyond that, cracked canyons and snow-covered forests.

Carlil didn't ask where it was, a faint nostalgia on his countenance.

"When was the last time you saw snow?" The Emperor asked beside him.

"I don't remember." Carlil replied frankly. "I don't know much about the past, and even if I do, it doesn't really mean much."

"Perhaps, but memory is still important, my friend." The emperor said solemnly, and as the wind and snow blew by, he looked apprehensively into the distance, silent as a stone.

Carlil didn't bother to ask, and for a moment, there was silence except for the howling cold wind. The cliffs are jagged and irregular, as if they have been brutally gnawed by something.

He couldn't help but begin to conceive within his mind a giant creature that would feed on mountains. He let his thoughts wander, letting them drift aimlessly, turning them into spiders crawling on strange webs.

Then, at last, he heard the voice of the Lord of Mankind.

"There is hope." He said in a soft, firm voice. "Hope will be fashioned out by our own hands, led by fire, beaten by a forge, tempered by an endless storm"

Carlil didn't speak, just glanced at him. The Emperor has determined with great courage that there is hope, and he will work towards it.

Yet, as a pessimist.

"I can't make hope like you do." Carlil said softly. "I'm only good at other things, and they're the opposite of building."

"Didn't you educate Conrad Cotz very well?" The emperor asked rhetorically.

"He's grown old enough to even know that some questions don't need answers. There have been countless wise men in the history of mankind who have thirsted for answers to their questions, and who have finally gone mad and become slaves to their thirst for knowledge, but who have come to know the inevitable connection between action and problem."

Carlil shook his head.

"At best, I gave him a foundation, and in essence, he still grew on his own. His own will is the key, and I'm just an add-on. ”

"Too modest." The Emperor looked at him. "Is it your bigoted sense of morality that forms the basis of your personality itself, or is it because you don't want to admit how important you are to him?"

Carlil didn't answer, and he fell into a kind of silence. He looked back, saw countless fleeting moments, and then he smiled.

"Maybe it's both, or maybe it's none—" He sighed deliberately and looked at the emperor. "—why are you asking so clearly?"

"This is my little revenge for your earlier ridicule." The Emperor replied solemnly.

Carlil laughed, and the blizzard was paused for a moment, the world was reshaped in an instant, and the room reappeared, the previous blizzard had completely disappeared, and only a glimmer of light remained.

It was held in the palm of the hand raised by the Lord of Humanity, revealing a brilliant light.

"Now, even my memories have power." Neos spoke in a low voice. "It can't be added, but it can be taken and diverted for other purposes."

He spread his palms, and the white glow bloomed in the gray room in the next instant.

A piece of armor emerges from the light. The pitch black and the dead white of 'Winter' were silently present on it, and it wasn't thick enough for most power armor, and Carlil didn't even see the backpack that was used as the core of the main power.

The skeletal helmet stared silently from beneath the pitch-black hood, the windless automatic cloak closing over the streamlined wide shoulder armor, its corners perpendicular to the ground, now fluctuating like shadows.

"What is this?" Carlil raised an eyebrow.

"My personal gift." Neos smiled at him. "Armor shaped by the imagery of 'winter' and 'cold' in my memory."

"And it doesn't look like a power armor."

Carlil couldn't help but laugh as he looked at it—he wouldn't deny the fact that he loved the armor.

"I don't see the servo, I don't see the cables at the junction of the armor, is this still a power armor?"

"I didn't say it was a power armor." Neos replied. "But it still amplifies your combat abilities."

"So, it needs another form of power?"

"Yes." Neos said. "And I'm sure you've already guessed what it is."

Carlil nodded noncommittally, a chilling blue light in his eyes lit up - the cloaks of his armor began to hunt, and a cold light came out between the cracks in the metal. It turned into a shadow in the next second, vanishing in place, and then Carlil's vision was enveloped in a cold.

The metallic, bone-like touch rested quietly on his face, and he raised his arm, the armor activated by his psionic energy now began to revert back, increasing his own strength.

The five fingers of the hand armor are sharp, and the back of the hand has the Imperial Aquila soaring smoothly. He laughed, his voice turned to a cruel coldness by psionic energy, and it was terrifying, but Neos laughed with him.

A craftsman always likes to see his work loved, and a happy laugh is worth a million compliments.

"But." Carlil asked softly in his terrifying voice at the moment. "How am I going to explain this armor to people?"

"My gift, that's all." The emperor said calmly. "No one can find out its secrets and its origins, let them guess, it's my gratitude to you."

"What have I done that deserve such a debt of gratitude from you?"

The skeleton turned his head sideways and stared at his friend, the Lord of Humanity, who bowed his head and smiled softly, not answering the question.

"Although it is said that it is useless, you don't seem to let me refuse." Carlil said. "Then I'll take it, does it have a name?"

"I don't usually give a name to a piece when I'm a craftsman, especially when it's explicitly meant to be sent away."

Carlil lowered his head thoughtfully, and after a moment, he nodded slowly.

"Blade." The armored giant replied. "That's what I'll call it."

The Emperor was stunned, he quickly understood what Carlil meant, and after a brief silence, there was a burst of laughter that could not be concealed, and Carlil looked at him for a few seconds before joining in. There is nothing else in laughter, only pure pleasure.

This chapter is 2.5k, and I owe 1.5k to pay it back tomorrow.

All things considered, I'm going to update an extra article tomorrow, a slight spoiler, it's about the story of HH line Coetzes.

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