Ingrell Tai felt like he was suffocating, but he wasn't choked by the throat, and it was just an indifferent gaze that caused this sense of death.

The air was brutally snatched from his three lungs, and the chill began to creep in, transforming into the sharp claws of the monster, grabbing his spine. The internal organs trembled, the bones shattered, and in Angle's perception, the world had fallen apart in an instant.

Darkness took its place, taking the place of everything he could see, except for Karil Lohals, the man standing before him.

The pale man, covered with bones, had a cold light in his eyes as dazzling as a meteor, but it was not as illusory as a meteor, but with an unstoppable chill.

The dead surged in the shadows behind him, and the cloak howled wildly to show him what it really was. The darkness faded, and the scarlet color took its place, churning like a river of blood. Endless corpses screamed and chanted the names of their enemies.

The Whisperer opened his mouth dying, trying to say something—he heard some kind of whimper in his throat the next second, and then the world suddenly brightened.

One hand held his right hand.

"Hello." Carlil said. "You don't have to use an honorific title, Anglel Tray."

The Bearer was unable to speak for a moment, but his companions did not think so, and did not want to remain silent for the time being, as he was. Then he heard the awe-inspiring chanting of Hemot Lacruz, and the heavy breathing of Batusa Narek.

It took half a minute for Ingres Tai to shake off the chill.

He lowered his head, only to realize that he was still holding the other's hand. He withdrew his arms in embarrassment, lowered his head, and though still hesitant, he firmly chose to start the conversation.

"My original body, Loja Aurelianto, I have come to you. But perhaps you've noticed, Instructor Carlile. At yesterday's triumphal ceremony, we were very few in number. My primordial body told me to take only those I trusted, so I did as he said. ”

Ingrell Tay removes the honorific title with grace, and confides out what he has to say little by little, keeping an unhurried pace of speech.

It's not because he wants to take the initiative in the conversation, it's just because he can't speak quickly for the time being, and his language ability has not yet been completely liberated from the chill. As he spoke, he raised his head and carefully observed the reaction of the person listening.

However, in the face of his words, Carlil only nodded noncommittally, and raised his right hand to make a gesture for Angel Tai to continue.

He didn't give any positive or negative answers, and was as silent as a statue in the middle of the night.

"Luo Jia. It's changed. Angel Tai took a deep breath before he spat out the word.

The word came out of his throat, and the trembling breath turned into a sign of weakness. Only God knows how much Anglel Tay hated himself at this moment, but he couldn't help it - just saying it would have made him lose his mind.

He gritted his teeth and said the next words with a twisted expression.

"I know this shouldn't be reported to you, and in fact, if my original body is still in a normal state of mind, I'll definitely persuade him to give up on this idea. But he's not normal anymore, he's acting like "

Ingrell Tai involuntarily fell silent.

"Like what?" Carlil asked softly.

He didn't give the Bearer a breather. Cruel, true, cold - but there was pity in his eyes.

When the old priest saw this, the chanting suddenly became louder, and he began to chant the hymns of the Emperor and the Son of God, and the name of the Lord of the Blades appeared five times in his short verse.

Batusa raised his hands in annoyance and put on his helmet, trying to isolate the sound. He couldn't stand Hemot anymore.

There are not a few people among the Whisperers who have lost their faith, and there are few believers who can remain religious after being punished by the gods in person, at least not by Batusa himself. But Hermot Lacruz is different, he is a different kind of person.

A man who is so pious that even one more destruction of the Perfect City is just another test—no doubt that he is insane.

But who doesn't? Inside the helmet, Batusa thought to himself.

He is like a clay puppet on an altar."

Anglel Tay lowered his head and muttered.

In this moment, he was weak and blind. Instead of Astarte in iron armor, he is more like a terminally ill rock climber. All his life he has been climbing upwards, with his hands, with his feet, with a reverent heart. Then, suddenly, one day, he went blind.

He couldn't feel any sunlight anymore.

There is only darkness, only darkness.

He was trapped inside.

Anglel Tai continued with tears and laughter.

"He preached the faith, he persuaded people to believe in God, and his face was full of zeal, and I have seen his zeal in the past, which is completely different from his current zeal. He's changing, and he's becoming a stranger I don't know. ”

"Strangers?" Carlil repeated the word he said. "That's the word you use to describe your primordial body?"

"That's just the way it is, Instructor Carlile. He didn't even call us by name, he simply and detached us as soldiers. He spent more time with those believers than we did, and I saw him on his knees and share the scriptures with them more than once. ”

Carlil nodded again.

It sounds like he's just acting as a priest, hasn't he ever done that before? Lorga Aurelian's devotion and fanaticism for his faith is no secret throughout the Empire, Ingrel Tay. The way you describe your original body is derogatory, which is not a good sign. ”

The Bearer's face flushed, he certainly understood what Carlil Lohals was up to, but he couldn't help but be angry about it—his heart didn't even offer the option of being angry or not.

His inheritance of the blood of Lorga Aurelian did not allow him to remain indifferent to the matter.

"If you see him in person, you'll understand what I'm talking about." Angle Tai retorted with great speed, but his voice was very small, and the scarlet armor was silent, and there were no scriptures on it, not even on the shoulder armor.

He's angry. Carlil thought. But his anger was unreal, just the last cry of a desperate man

I need to cheer him up first.

"The original body is an inspiring being, and even a quick glance is enough to give us courage from the bottom of our hearts. This is true of all primitives, Horus, Chagatai Khan, Dorne. I've seen them with my own eyes, and I just feel awe. ”

"But standing in front of my own genetic father is a different story, Carlil Lohals. Loria Aurelian used to be warm, not what it is now. ”

"How now?" Carlil asked him lightly. "You have to think carefully about what you're going to say next, Anglel Tay."

Of course I know I'm going to be cautious.

The Whisperer's voice was cold, "Now, he's broken. ”

The chanting stopped abruptly, and Hermote Lacruz moved his gaze little by little. He looked at Angle Tay, while Batusa Narek stared at him, no weapon in his hand, so he clenched his fists.

At the moment when Ingres Tai's voice fell, for a moment, Batusa was sure that he saw an undisguised murderous intent in the old priest's face. However, just half a second later, it turned out to be gone.

"It's not for him to be broken, Anglel Tay." Hemod shook his head and entered their conversation deftly, breathing as smoothly and naturally, the emotions that had worn out completely.

His face was not inscribed with scripture, but only a small opening phrase from the Book of Divine Sayings by Loja was inscribed under his right eye. His facial features didn't resemble those of Lorga Aurelian, but he spoke with a passion of his own.

It's a passion that makes you want to trust, and it's one of the most striking signs of Loja Aurelian in the past. Luo Jia is a speaker, a natural speaker, brilliant, and extremely good at it.

The Whisperers have conquered few worlds, but many have been convinced to the Empire. Loja was a great part of this, and he was always able to spread the gospel to all people through debate and preaching.

"You're getting one thing wrong. His brokenness was not made by himself, but by someone behind his back. ”

The old priest said slowly. He slowed down his speech and accentuated his tone to make his words sound more convincing: "No one can shatter Lora Aurelian's faith in the Emperor, no one can, unless someone is a ghost. ”

"Hemot!" Anglel Tai turned his head to stare at him in annoyance, angry that he had revealed some of the truth they had found out earlier.

The old priest ignored his anger and stepped forward, his black armor jerking up and hammering it on his own chest. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely muffled, like thunder in the distance.

"As a follower of the God Emperor, as a devout ascetic, I must report this to you, Karil Lohals."

"What's the matter?"

"Enough, Hemot, I swear to Colchis, if you dare-"

"—The beliefs within the Bearers have changed."

With a cruel smile, the old priest Hermot Lacruz, known as the 'Hermit,' spoke softly, ignoring Angel Tay's obstruction.

"Heresy flourished on the once sacred law of loyalty, and the abominable heathen took refuge in the shadows cast by the mud puppets and sang aloud the names of the blasphemous gods. This is not something I like to see, there can only be one god in the whole world, and if this god is not a god emperor, then it can only be a false god."

Batusa Narek slowly closed his eyes, not wondering what would happen next. Angler Tai looked at Hermot with his fists clenched, completely unable to understand why he had surrendered all his cards at the beginning of the conversation.

The old priest didn't look at them at all, his bright, fanatical eyes had only one spot at the moment, and that was Karil's dark eyes that were shining with cold light.

"I see." Carlil bowed slightly. "I can probably understand what you've suffered Ingrel Tai, you say, the changes in Lorja Aurelian began after the destruction of the City of Perfection?"

"Yes." The Bearer hastened to answer. "Only this one point is important enough to make such a difference in him."

"Then we'll go to the perfect city again." Carlil said calmly. "The accusations you make are appalling."

"Do you need proof like those crappy hive guards?" The old priest looked at him with implicit longing.

"I don't need proof, Hermote La Cruz, but I need traces." Caryl spat out his name without knowing it, and smiled softly. "Enough to find someone's trail"

It was the first time he had smiled at the three of the Whisperers, and it wasn't gentle, it was still cold. However, Anglel Tai felt a strange sense of relief in his heart for no reason.

Yes, yards.

(End of chapter)