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Chapter 976 331. Fire into butterfly (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 976 331. Fire into butterfly (4k)

Hatred is a powerful force.

Hate - a simple syllable, no matter what language it is in. No matter which language you say it, it is short and powerful. The intelligent races in the galaxy have a common concept of this, that is, hate must

is intense.

Mortarion is no exception.

He hated many things, he hated why he ended up in Barbarus, he hated why he was discovered and raised by aliens, he hated his brothers for neglecting him, and he also hated those people who criticized his appearance. In this

Among the long list of hatreds, there is probably only one person he hates the most.

But what's the reason?

He convinced himself that it was because of the man's neglect, contempt and coercion of him. When he was in Barbarus, he was forced to kneel down by some force. The man looked down at him with a halo above his head and a bright golden light.

, there was no emotion in the voice.

Is this really the case?

For the first time in 10,000 years, Mortarion had doubts about his memory. Some things, once cracks appear, will never heal. Suspicions began to proliferate indefinitely like cancer cells. The face was pale and the hooded man

The Barbarus knelt on the ground, and the form of his soul began to fluctuate, like a calm lake surface struck by stones.

"I'm not lying."

Beside him, the voice of the man in black robes came calmly: "I rarely deceive others. Rather than lying directly, I prefer to use vague words or actions to mislead others. A lie requires hundreds or thousands of

To make up for it, the gain outweighs the loss."

The bitter wind roared from afar, echoing in this quiet world. Mortarion's hands gradually tightened, and he could not hold anything.

After a long while, he asked.

"Why.?"

"Why?"

The voice of the man in black robe is still calm: "What do you think? Why do you think it is? Each of you will ask me why, as if you have no idea what you have done wrong - maybe, after all, few people can

Look at your mistakes."

"But what we are talking about is not simply 'making a mistake,' Mortarion. We are talking about your mistake."

The snap of fingers sounded again, and the fire was burning, changing the color of the world in an instant. The darkness faded quietly, and mottled and old stars appeared under their feet and above their heads. Mortarion raised his head in confusion, and happened to see the black robe.

The corners of his clothes are floating, making him look like a wandering spirit.

And those two golden flames were still shining on the blurry face.

"The flames of war are burning, Mortarion," he said. "Perhaps the flames of war have never been extinguished. Your father lit it with his own hands. He wanted to use the flames to extinguish the coming danger. Unfortunately, those who play with fire will burn themselves.

.”

"My mistake?" Mortarion murmured softly, then asked. "Where did I go wrong?"

He was not resentful, and this was not a sarcastic question. His lips and tongue opened and closed, his teeth collided, and his voice came from his throat. He simply raised a question. Under the hood, two traces of tears slowly streaked across his pale face.

"Where did I go wrong?"

He asked confusedly, his voice echoing among the stars.

"How would I know?"

The mage raised his hand, and a bright light emerged from it. He stared at the light thoughtfully, then let go of his hand and let it go away. It fell rapidly among the dark stars and lost its trace in the blink of an eye.

.In a daze, Mortarion vaguely heard the roar of thunder. He raised his head and found that the flames had disappeared.

Then, a force made him stand up. Only then did Mortarion realize that the man who made the demons tremble was not as tall as him. Through those black eyes, he realized that the mage might really be

Not here to force him to submit again.

"How do I know where you are wrong? I am not a god, Mortarion. I am talking to you here just out of my own will. I always believe that people should have the right to a second choice. Even if

It’s Luo Jia, and I also gave him this opportunity.”

He smiled slightly and walked forward. There was no so-called 'road' in the starry sky, and his behavior looked more like floating.

"But he refused, and he took the road he believed in to the end. From this point of view, I admire him. He died well. He has been pursuing a kind of power, and hopes that this power can dominate everything about him. In the end

, he also died under this power.”

"You?" Mortarion asked, following behind him.

"No, it's not me." The mage shook his head. "I'm not strong."

Mortarion was almost amused until he realized that the mage was not joking.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "Is it him?"

"If it were him, I'm afraid Lorgar would not die so completely. I can tell you a piece of news. Your father is now dominated by human nature for the first time in a long time - in other words, he is much more fragile than before."

"Do you want to say it's fate?"

Mortarion shook his head in disbelief, and his emotions that had calmed down began to fluctuate again. The mage's words made him constantly question. He had a thousand questions to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he asked

One that doesn't seem that important.

"Fate, let him die?"

"There is no such thing as fate, Mortarion. All prophecies can be changed. I can even grab fate by the throat and curse her ruthlessness. I have already done so once."

He Shenyan chuckled, and Mortarion looked at him patiently, just wanting an answer.

"The answer is self-will, Mortarion." The mage replied calmly.

"He erected thousands of shrines in his heart and worshiped them devoutly. However, once he discovered that the god was not as omnipotent as he imagined, he would turn to others. He had seen the suffering of human beings, and he realized

Because of his own insignificance, he felt that he alone could not save them."

"So he hopes to find an omniscient and omnipotent power to save everyone - can you say that his original intention is wrong? Can you question his ideal?"

Mortarion pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were full of complexity, almost overflowing. The man with the scriptures carved on his face appeared in front of him, and Lorgar's always warm and friendly smile was the same even for him.

Looking back, it seems like he never really despised him.

A wave of annoyance welled up from the bottom of my heart.

"I can't." He replied hoarsely. "But this power does not exist."

"It exists for him. His will made him pursue, some coincidences made him doubtful, and your father's mistakes made him completely give up. I'm not excusing him, I just feel pity. From beginning to end, he didn't

Realize that his will is stronger than that of the gods."

The mage chuckled again: "If he doesn't pursue it, how can they seduce him?"

"Okay, we're here."

He suddenly changed the topic and stopped. Under his feet was a blue planet. Several continental plates were pieced together on the ocean to form land.

Mortarion frowned slightly: "Where is this?"

"This is Terra." The mage said without looking back. "It is the place you once wanted to capture, and it is also the cradle of mankind."

".I don't see how it helps this conversation of ours, in fact, I don't even know why you're talking to me so much - you don't need my power, and you don't want to kill me, then , what do you want?”

Mortarion asked again: "What do you want?"

The mage did not answer the question. He turned around, and Terra rose, spinning quietly behind him. As he watched calmly, Mortarion felt a great sense of humiliation.

He gritted his teeth: ".I still have power that can be used."

The mage still didn't answer.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Mortarion growled. "You have tortured me already! I also already know that I misunderstood him, I misunderstood them - but so what? That's it, Is there any way to save it? Just let the galaxy burn!"

"Just let it burn!"

A blush appeared on his pale face, and his originally dim eyes lit up again at this moment. Anger once again took over the dominant position, and boiling cold flames burned blazingly in it.

"What does the burning world have to do with me? Anyway, I have never been respected or needed. Anyway, the world is only for the strong to survive, so let them burn! Just let the weak die, I won't I feel a little bit sorry for this, I can only clap my hands and applaud!"

"It's up to you." The mage nodded noncommittally. "Do I look like someone who cares? I won't feel the slightest pity for your self-pity. I will only applaud."

"You-! What do you want?!"

Mortarion's voice kept echoing among the stars. He trembled and roared, with a hint of pleading in his voice: "What exactly do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything."

The mage smiled softly: "As I said, I am a fair person, Mortarion. People should have the right to make a second choice so that they can make up for the mistakes they have made. So I want to give You have two choices. Remember, I don’t want anything from you, on the contrary, I want to give you something.”

Terra rotated, the stars shifted, and a sun rose quietly from behind him. He spread his hands and stretched out. On his left hand was endless darkness, but it made people feel peaceful and calm. On his right hand was a short knife, Seven runes flickered on it like breathing, and golden flames ignited from the blade. Just looking at it, Mortarion felt a sting.

The pain was so intense and so slow. Blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and the vision of his soul was burned with it. With a muffled groan, he bent down, but forced himself not to make any sound.

"Choose." He Shenyan repeated. "Choose, Mortarion. This time, there is no deception, no coercion, no submission. There is only your own will - so, choose. The peace and fire you desire. I have put the pain of burning myself in front of you."

His face began to blur again, golden light suddenly appeared, and thunder gradually began: "Make your choice."

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"Say something, Corvus Corax?"

Konrad Curze yawned, and the scene outside the porthole was passing by quickly. In fifteen minutes, they will return to Ultramar. The technology of the array is really incomprehensible, and the Lord of the Night has done so more than once

I think that if this kind of technology could be possessed earlier, subspace navigation would probably be thrown into the trash heap of history.

"What do you want me to say?" Corax asked without looking back.

He was busy on the control panel. Although their ship did not require manual control, Corax still chose manual control in order to give himself something to do and not to sit face to face with Curze. However, if

If you ask, he actually didn't do much. If asked, he just stepped on the accelerator. As for other things, Wen Zhen has already taken care of it.

"Joke, story, history, love, hate. Whatever you want, it's fine."

Konrad Coates lazily supported his right cheek: "As long as it relieves me from boredom. I should have brought Sevita with me. Without him, I will lose a lot of fun."

"What can he do in such a battle?" Corax asked without looking back, with a stern tone. "If you bring him here, I'm afraid you will lose your only heir."

"I won't let this happen. Haha"

Curze chuckled, and his reaction made Corax snort, but he didn't say anything more.

Next, there was a period of silence. This silence made Corax a little confused. He thought that Curze would ridicule or say something else about his reaction, and he even prepared a plan for it. But, no.

Conrad Coates was silent.

Hesitating again and again, although Corax did not think that his words would cause any harm to him, he still turned around, and then, what appeared in his field of vision completely explained Konrad Coze's silence.

Mortarion's body is being burned.

His corpse-like body and face were swallowed up by golden flames. Starting from his chest, seemingly endless illusory flames began to spread. The short knife trembled and buzzed, and the disgusting ashes covering his wounds disappeared immediately.

The cabin began to shake, and warnings from the array came one after another.

In the flames, Mortarion's body gradually turned into a charred corpse at an extremely slow speed.

The charred skin gradually fell off, and the rotten flesh beneath it showed a rotten gray color, and was then ruthlessly stripped away by the flames. He was dead, but the body that was blessed and cursed at the same time was still functioning.

Rotting, scorching, healing - this cycle repeats itself, silencing his brothers. The crackle of the flames echoed quietly in the cabin, Konrad Coates closed his eyes, and after a while, he solemnly

Conveyed in a low voice.

"He's screaming Corax, he's burning in agony."

Just as he said. In the world invisible to the Lord of Crows, a man is burning painfully and continuously by his own will.

When the rotting flesh and black diseased bones were burned into a shrunken mass of ashes, the short knife lost its support and quietly fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

Corax walked over silently and wanted to pick it up, but a pale hand took the lead. It was not Konrad Curze's hand. The Lord of the Night was still sitting there, quietly closing his eyes.

.

The hand stretched out from the ashes and grasped the knife. The runes shone brightly forever.

"Congratulations, Mortarion." The Lord of Night solemnly announced. "Congratulations on your return from death."

There are two more chapters.

(End of chapter)