Destiny Steel

Hazy star field

Under sail

Morning

Hall of Omens

"You...... This...... I...... I...... I don't understand, it's impossible! What the hell are you! …… I can't accept it! I can't take ......! ”

Compared to Magnus's original size apparition, the Border Collie who had reached the center of the hall looked very small, as the Cyclops was one of the largest of the brothers.

But the black and white puppy was firm and firm there, the crimson giant holding his head, his glowing phantom blurring in front of the shepherd, his outline shaking.

Magnus looked even more broken, and if this was an image from a stereo projector, Petula told his men to get a new one immediately.

It's a pity he can't.

The Fourth Primordial had faded from the bitterness of his mouth as he walked towards the shadow of his long-lost brother.

Perturabo even thought with some bitterness that what an unreasonable magical psychic ability, a joke that even the historians did not write about, and the code finally worked after 10,000 years.

After all, who can believe that there really is a fool who can keep deceiving himself and write down and preserve for 10,000 years the slightest trace of brotherhood that is worthless and not a promise?

The Lord of Steel knew very well that the essence of the soap-bubble-like fragile being in front of him was triggered by a series of agreed cipher spells that echoed the echoes of a fragment of true love that his brother, Magnus, had preserved by a cherished person during the leisure of a trip between the two of them long ago.

Yes, "it" is not even a fragment, just an echo of the past.

The dog looked at "it" a little critically, it was too fragile, and considering the part that had to be eliminated later, perhaps it should be snuffed out or replaced as soon as possible......

Magnus's echo looked up.

"Is this some kind of bad test? Or is my body asleep in Tizca and my spirit is in some kind of dream? Yes...... Dreamland...... By the way, dreams...... Omen...... Perhaps...... Am I sailing too far in the ocean again? ”

The Crimson King's bright voice was as distinct from the violent and shocking exterior of the Iron Lord, and the subtle turns could be heard in the depths of a mixture of sadness about the final change of things and the unconsciousness of arrogance brought about by mastery of multiple languages, which only a well-read poet could understand.

The Iron Lord finally couldn't help but sigh somewhere deep in his furry chest.

There are some areas where we do coincide in nature, Perturabo thought. I hate to admit it, but it's a creature of one vein, one thing, one thing, and I really don't know what His mind was thinking at the time. - Kindness, frivolity and recklessness.

The dog continued to type his gaze into the device as it intended to speak, and the pronunciation device in the delicate mechanical backpack on his back made an electronic sound for him again.

"This is the Iron Blood, which actually exists somewhere in the universe. It's not some bad ordeal, it's not some kind of omen or dream, it's not your canoe drifting on the ocean, Magnus. ”

"That'...... So what is it? What exactly is Ling? You say this is the Iron Blood? But the Iron Blood is the flagship of my brother, the versatile Perturabo! How dare you claim that this belongs to you! My brother can't be like you! How dare you claim that! ”

The other party seemed to have finally regained some calm thinking, and the uncertain glow on the edge of the huge form gradually calmed down.

Faced with a four-legged alien who dared to pose as his brother against an original body, Magnus tried to use his best psionic attack again, but for some reason, the wind of aether still did not respond.

"Don't you know? You should know. BIANMUYUAN SAID SLOWLY, "THE GREAT MAGNUS KING OF THE RED? ”

“MAGNUS THE RED…… MAGNUS…… MAG…… NUS…… Saint...... Most...... Ancient ......"

The interior of the great crystal showed a subtle trace of stress along the crystalline phantom surface of the crystal's refraction, and it was so natural that even the moment when the supreme conspirator had cast countless eyes on it, did not feel the slightest change in its appearance.

An indescribable realization or realization swept across the eyes of Magnus's shadow like the flash of a star's death, and he lifted his arm, noticing for the first time that his hand was almost completely transparent, as were his face and features, and through the lines of his palm he saw the fading moon on the wall of the hall behind him, and in his palm it was like a single eye staring at him mockingly.

"Thoughts." Magnus's echo said thoughtfully, "Thoughts." The remnant of energy, or the imprint of some emotion, the projection of cognition, memory, the soul. It's not far off, it's the same. - Though I am here, I am no more. ”

"Yes, my brother." Perturabo shook his head slightly, the tips of his ears twitching, and the canine's long snout forced him to keep shaking his head from side to side in order to see his brother's sad passing.

"Now do you know what you are?"

"I'm ...... A flash of memory, the ruins of a ruined ivory tower, a daydream of a distorted brokenman. I'm—"

——————————

Destiny Steel

Great Library

Most of the lights in the library have been adjusted to the lowest mode, except for one reading lamp, which remains bright.

The shelving shelves in the shadows are so numerous that they give the illusion of a sea of stars, and they spiral in endless circles around the shining lights of the borrowing desk, casting their shadows in the darkness.

Suddenly, the light of the lamp flickered.

The old man sitting behind the borrowing registration desk looked up at the "direction" of the Omen Hall with feeling.

"It's almost perfect, but there's still one thing missing."

He stretched out his palm, dull from his age, and spread his palm, where a singularity was being generated, and it was at that point that the aetheric firestorm capable of destroying a galaxy in an instant began to take shape.

The papyrus pages fluttered gently in the warm breeze of the library.

The comfortable reading chair fades away from the gentle wood grain that bears the signs of time, revealing the cold stone surface beneath it, carved with long-unknown starlight formations and engravings.

The Singularity Storm brings everything to peace.

The old man slowly closed the book he was reading.

He sighed.

"Copying is too hard for me."

Wrapped in the tangled layers of gold branches on the surface of the book cover is the scorching sun of Apollonia.

Wail.

I saw some of the new plot developments of hammer games made by a certain Maozi, and I can only say

Compared to the degree to which this game dares to write a few blind words that violate the basic world setting, my plot is really too serious and serious

Originally, I was still a little apprehensive about the several development lines that I was going to arrange later

Now: Cat's head cat nest Nima, what I wrote is really a drama (convinced)

I've been dizzy for the past two days.,Regent is really Niu X.,I integrated the world view and the main plot line to try to run it in my brain and stun it directly【

(End of chapter)