"Run." Rakat suddenly said, "Far away, far away from their schemes." ”

"When did subspace really have the concept of distance?" Phoenix asked, "The only connection that exists is the warp of cause and effect that destroys the sewing of the gods. You've been worshipping them for so long, can you think that mere resistance can ruin their wishes? ”

Vogrim took a sip of tea. The excessive sweetness floods the tip of the tongue and conducts it down the nerves into the brain. He tasted the subtle changes in the fermentation of tea leaves, the genetic fragments of tea pickers, but there was no pleasure that ordinary people should have when eating sweet.

Resist...... Scold.

He put down his teacup and sighed softly. A perfect emulation, drawn from all the people and non-people he has met, shows the indifferent regret vividly. He was very satisfied, but it was a pity that the blood man opposite was not a suitable audience.

"So...... What do you think made them decide to restart this brilliant step of interfering with the fate of their first brothers, their beloved priests, who had fallen into the arms of Chaos the most? ”

Who will regret a game?

It should be the weak one.

What if ...... What about the excitement of tilting the scales away? It may or may not come back to the game.

Is the winner so arrogant that he thinks it's not enough?

"It's not wise to try to guess the minds of the gods." "My fellow citizens are foolish and short-sighted, but they are not bad at danger. You have to know how they go crazy with the application of witchcraft and prophecy, and you should understand that your empire is really running on the crisp ice. ”

The gloomy poison faded from his face briefly. Fogrem discovered that the forehead of the Blood Warrior was actually the broadness of a philosopher, carved with three grooves by the years.

For a brief moment, he looked like a wise man of patient persuasion.

"The water of the poisonous well is really sweet." Fogrem quoted an ancient proverb, and his perfect pronunciation made the Blood Servant smirk. "But isn't the life of a Blood Warrior made up of transgressions?"

"It's useless to compliment me." Rakat took a tough stance, "Just thinking about the intentions of the dark gods burns my non-existent brain. ”

Fogrem looked contrived in surprise. "But don't you want to speculate about their desires for thousands of years to revise your work? Who would dare to say that your masterpiece is not their greatest worship? How many times have you brought pain to a world that caused demons to surge out of their wounds, like germs encroaching on flesh without a barrier. ”

He didn't say any more, how the masterpieces of the Blood Servants had disturbed the curtain, and the wave-setting eyes blinked, silently replacing the many testimonies

His voice adjusted to a demagogic whisper. "Besides, I'm afraid we're literally in the same boat, considering the long-term relationship in the future, maybe you'd like to meet Luo Jia? Although he should have slept, the child should not refuse your visit. ”

Rakat seemed to be choked by saliva that didn't exist, and coughed several times, causing his whole face to tremble.

He cleared his throat from something that was also non-existent. "Ahem...... I think cubs still need more sleep. The intentions of the gods? I'm afraid they don't know. Perhaps it was for the sake of punishment that your brother had angered them by some act of transgression, and like the once chosen Birak, who had lost the favor of the four gods. ”

Fogham nodded. This is not surprising, one of the great laws of chaos is that nothing lasts, even if it is a favor that is obtained by selling one's soul. The gift of destroying the gods is a reward, not a trade, and they hate those who hold the latter view. With his knowledge of his former brothers, he was gifted in the profession of believer...... It can only be said that it is not so pleasing.

"There is also the possibility that they give you a glimmer of hope, a chance to change, and then let it quickly drown in the river of fate. What you have done has happened and has not changed the outcome. This drama and despair will make them happy. ”

"It's their style." Fogham leaned back in his chair, a smile on his lips, "But I don't think little Roga would forget the smell of milk and cacti so easily." ”

"Besides, all this is but a play carefully orchestrated for you in their glorious court, or for you, that you are in prison in the Silver Palace or in the Crystal Labyrinth, and what you see and hear, including my current speculation, is only an illusion of color and music." Rakat shook his body and commented, "I don't like it, but it does have a different flavor." ”

"Well-founded...... And then what? ”

Rakat hesitated strangely, licking the corners of his mouth. "The cursed king of your clan has led this farce to add leverage to his chess moves."

The sound of dragging the chair pierced the bloody man and flinched back. looked at Fogham, who suddenly got up: "This ...... It's speculation too—"

"Never." Fogham disrupted him without any manner, "Your non-existent brain is indeed a little overheated!" I want to speculate rather than lie, and even in terms of relaxation, it is true-"

"—terrible," he said, with two flames burning in his eyes.

"It's strange, why do you think he can't do it? His hand had reached into the chessboard more than once, and it had grown more and more rampant for thousands of years. On that ultimate beautiful torture rack...... Ah, I had to indulge for a moment, this jealous creation! He closed his eyes, his brow twisted in pure delight, causing Fogham's brow to knot.

"His strength and desire grow, feeding on the despair and soul of his reign day after day, until it spreads among the stars. How could one man brew such a vast ocean of suffering? The vision of the prophets who tried to observe him was burned by the golden light, leaving a sharp pain in the eyes and heart. Are you blind, or have you never been involved in the vastness of the ocean, so you have never seen the cold glow of the sun? ”

"You think you can guess his power?" Vogrim's voice cooled, "I used to be with him, trampling the dirt under his boots, and I absorbed the breath that exhaled from his chest. I took the golden eagle from his hand with my bloodstained hand and put it on my breasts and those of my heirs. I've seen the other side of him, where your mind can't touch it. He was never, and never wanted to be, a god! The illusion you paint, no matter how magnificent, does not reflect his true colors. ”

Rakat shook from side to side, and the confusion between his expressions slowly faded. "You're a little hysterical. It's really hard to imagine...... "He inhaled intoxicatedly, his face full of greed for a long time, "what a sweet pain can be found in your hollow puppet...... Are you really hard to imagine, or are you resentful that your father thinks that other brothers are more worthy of salvation than you? ”