Chapter 833 [275] Whose Dark History?

Chapter 833 [275.] Whose dark history?

[I smelled a little worried. 】

[Have you smelled it since you came back from reporting to the military report? 】

San Gilles calmly wiped off the bright green liquid from his cheeks with his hands. The space undead did not produce blood, but this dripping liquid still aroused the archangel's desire to fight.

Beside him, the obviously more irritable ghoul laughed mockingly. In the battle against the space undead, his troops could not relied on swallowing the enemy's corpses to inspire morale, while another Angel Saint Ji Les explicitly prohibited the ghoul army from eating his descendants.

Compared to the other primordials who are in a mess, the two San Gilles are extremely harmonious. It may be because the archangel San Gilles had also fallen, and the ghoul [Sant Gilles] There is still some hope in my heart.

Darkness and light coexist, building a communication platform for two seemingly different primordials.

[‘Killyman’ is not normal. ]

【San Gilles】 Grinned his teeth, hungry, the blood in this place was not sufficient, the intensity of the war was too strong, and most human soldiers were directly decomposed on the atomic level by various high-power weapons. It will leave any trace.

Fighting against the space undead is extremely unfriendly to the [Holy Blood Angel], which has a long tradition of cannibalism - the role they can play in the battlefield is also extremely limited, [Killyman] shouldn't have sent them to the front line. ,unless……

unless……

A mouthful of blood was spurted out from the ghoul's nose.

That crazy man!

San Gilles curled his lips.

[Although I really want to explain to those primordians who unfortunately became kings of the Empire, their madness may not be caused by their own personalities, I think the suffering you have endured does not seem to need explanation or answer. 】

[I understand what happened to you. I think I can help you whenever necessary. After all, Kiliman on our side does not need too strict approval. 】

San Gilles stretched out his hand and looked at the ghoul. The ghoul said nothing, but quickly reached out and shook the olive branch handed by the shaking the archangel.

The ghoul knew that [Killyman] would definitely not be able to continue disguising himself anymore. He would soon get tired of playing house-like political games with another self, and instead pursued the entire Galaxy in chaos.

Back then [Killyman] nailed Tsengchi, did he also take away some of the Lords of Change's pursuit of change? Or is this Blue Eye's Primarch's personality so bad?

[He sent ‘Motarian’ to the front line. ]

The ghoul [San Gilles] showed an extremely ugly expression, crying and laughing.

[The cooperation breaks down, the one on your head plans to get rid of the white moth on our side? 】

San Gilles joked like a joke.

[It may also be that I want to get rid of his own men,]

The ghoul's expression became more worried,

['Motarian's serious injury is beneficial to 'Kiliman', I'm not sure what kind of picture he wants, but at least both empires at the same time were a good thing for him. ]

San Gilles' eyelids twitched twice without any trace, and then he started to joke.

[I originally thought he would cherish a slave who listened to him more, and see how polite, how...willing to care about other people's eyes and aesthetics. 】

[It's a pity that slave no longer wants to disguise himself,]

The ghoul made some sigh sound,

[I have hinted at him, but the first person is too urgent-

'Kiliman' is too extreme and bad. The first person who rebels has been put on a dead end. He can't bear it anymore... I think the initial contract between them may not be as good as it is now, but 'Kiliman's power has grown Too fast, the balance was broken. ]

The ghoul raised his eyes and looked into the battlefield from afar.

Above the scarlet blood pupils, the picture was like a doomsday, like a ship of half a continent falling from the sky, the ocean instantly turned into steam, falling into the starry sky, beside the bottomless gully, Small dots like ants are still fighting each other.

[I am only worried about ‘Lupecal’ now. ]

The ghoul [San Gilles] finally said this, and San Gilles, who was beside him, immediately twisted together ferociously. His originally handsome face is now more funny than the green-skinned head.

[Me, I...I understand. 】

San Gilles said this dryly, just as these words were vomiting out of his stomach, and the archangel seemed to be about to vomit.

Now it's uncomfortable to change to the Archangel San Gilles.

[Horus...abandons certain shortcomings, he is indeed a respectable leader. 】

But this shortcoming is a huge "father-episody", and San Gilles cannot even beautify him into loyalty, because Horus is not very loyal, this is a kind of personality cult that is difficult to ignore. When the Emperor created Horus, he focused on the Freudian school of Gutera. He firmly believed that the whole world was a huge father-episody/mother-episody. Any character shaping and pros and cons of a person can be used. Explain the misfortune of childhood.

The ghoul smiled,

[The wolf gods in your world are not the same... At least on my side, I can tell you very seriously and seriously,]

The ghoul looked sideways and looked at the archangel seriously.

[Horus Lupecar is the only and last "old man" in our world. He is the last orphan of the old world, with the character and virtues that everyone possessed ten thousand years ago-

Yes, the 'Horus Lupecar' I know is just a primordial who is extremely ordinary but rich in many virtues such as conscience and human sympathy. ]

The ghoul turned his head and stopped looking at the archangel, but his tone was filled with regret and emotion.

[You may find it hard to believe... an ordinary person with a little advantage can become the last beacon in the long river of human civilization. ]

[But even so, ‘Killyman’ is a lunatic. Perhaps this is the embodiment of the will of the Galaxy, and he also drove the entire human empire crazy. ]

[Under his rule, the normal humans of the old world disappeared. I have not seen a normal empire human with my own thinking for a long time. Most of them are shrouded in some great numbness and take it for granted that work is everything, Dedicated to the Empire, to 'Robert Kiliman'. ]

[Most of my brothers have also gradually fallen into some kind of paranoid madness…]

The tone of the ghoul is full of regrets.

[Even though most of them have distorted personalities, they can still understand some of the human groups in the empire of empathy, but after that…]

The ghoul sighed.

[Everything changed – but except ‘Horus Lupecar’. ]

[This Primrose, which was least valued by the Empire, retained its most precious character because of his intentional exile before. I have paid attention to the fact that only the veterans around 'Horus' were not distorted and polluted by the entire human race. Still maintaining their previous character—

All of this is the credit of "Horus", and his indecisiveness and retardation have protected his descendants. ]

At first, the Archangel San Gilles felt a little weird, but then he realized that the [Horus] in another world was not an ally, so he gradually listened to it and truly understood the [[]] in his mouth. Horus].

【I think you will also help you in this,】

San Gilles pointed this out, looking at the crazy bloody warriors under the ghouls,

[You and your legion did a lot of dirty work for him, am I right? 】

The ghoul just sighs,

[I just want to fall into madness as late as possible. Our world is destined to be destroyed. I just want to leave before I die. ]

Upon hearing this, the Archangel raised his eyebrows in shock and looked at his other self in disbelief, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

[Is it difficult to understand? ]

The zombie ghoul looked at the archangel,

[I think you could have understood... San Gilles, did you not regret it before you experienced the true fall? Haven't you ever begged to stay away from all that? You see the tragedy you are about to bring, won’t your soul cry? ]

This sentence successfully made the Archangel shut up again, as if it had been touched the real pain point-

The Archangel of the Second Empire fell into heaven as a nightmare that San Gilles could never erase. He came out, just because he was San Gilles, and his concern with the rest of his brothers, not because of the empire's nothingness. It's like shirking responsibility.

Nor is Horus never touched on the comfort of the essence.

[I am not completely degenerate yet, nor will I really fall. ]

The ghoul with dark tears on his eyes said, even though his appearance was extremely unbelievable, it was hard to believe that such words were spoken by a person covered in human and alien skin skulls, and he was often The diet is mostly based on the same ethnic group as the recipe.

[You use ‘Horus’ as an anchor? 】

The ghoul nodded, but when he saw this, the archangel sighed again, shook his head and nodded again.

[I need to go back. ]

The ghoul said,

[I have my own way – but I need to know one thing, San Gilles, do you really have the confidence to defeat him? ]

[Killyman] no longer tolerate [Motarian], and the ghoul believes that [Horus] will definitely be on the list of the Cold-Blooded Emperor.

In fact, for [Kiliman], the thousand-year-long shaking of Pan has brought the central power to an unprecedented height, and most of the legions have become affiliated legions under the "Extreme Warriors".

The ghoul raised his eyes and looked at him, as if he was looking forward to seeing some miracle - some kind of fang that could ignore all shackles and run through the entire level.

[I know...that person...he really has strength...]

As the words of the ghoul became smaller, he was just relying on his own speculation, but he couldn't figure out what level that "person" could reach.

It was not that he thought that existence was not strong enough, but because if the image he inferred from other aspects was true - then that existence would be too strong, strong enough to be unimaginable.

In a way, this is a conceptual level existence, and for the psychics, it is a natural disaster.

The ghoul dare not imagine that if such an existence really faced the Chaos Empire, it would be a scene of destruction.

Archangel San Gilles empty his sight,

【I believe he does have enough ability…】

He said slowly, finding the existence in his memory that he did not have much contact with.

San Gilles always wanted to keep a distance from his brothers, and he had a very shallow relationship with Pluto. He was just a nodding friend on weekdays.

But San Gilles agrees with the orders and policies issued by Pluto very much - although the two did not have contact in private, it does not mean that their opinions on governing the country are contrary.

[In fact, Hades is the most reliable person I have ever met in my life. 】

During the brainstorming of San Gilles, the emperor's unkind face first appeared in his mind.

【Far more reliable than the emperor. 】

This sentence did not touch the ghoul, and the ghoul was just listening.

Then San Gilles's mind was a look of Kiliman's sudden death at any time.

【More capable and reliable than Robert Kiliman. 】

The ghoul brow moved and looked at San Gilles in disbelief, as if he was telling the truth?

[That compared to Horus…]

[He is the most humane person I have ever met.]

San Gilles answered without hesitation, without any hesitation, and in this regard, there is indeed no need to compare.

Now the ghoul was shocked. San Gilles looked calm. He might be unable to imagine such an existence.

Strong and rich in conscience and human nature. Generally speaking, these two do not coexist, and few people reach the pinnacle of these two aspects at the same time.

[If it weren't for your strategy that always had a corresponding tendency,]

The ghoul smiled,

[I will definitely think that such an existence was made up by you. ]

[You need to face him at once. 】

San Gilles confessed,

[As long as you have seen him once... you will understand what I said is true. Of course, I don't recommend you to go there when he is hungry. 】

In fact, it is also OK to go when you are hungry, and he can give you relief.

But this half of the sentence dissolved between San Gilles' throat and was not said.

The ghoul shook his head.

[never mind. ]

He said lightly, his eyebrows were calm,

[I already have my own choice, and I don’t have to seek any foreign miracles anymore. I just hope to witness the flash of human nature before everything collapses, see the light defeats the darkness, and see that human beings are saved. ]

His choice is [Horus].

San Gilles immediately understood another of his own unfinished words-even if another huge miracle was placed in front of him, the ghoul still chose to return to his dark muddy world and walk through his initial The path to decide.

【…】

San Gilles wanted to say something to comfort, but those powerless words disappeared before they were said, as nothingness as snowflakes suddenly falling in midsummer.

He could hardly imagine the suffering of another world. Even though the world he was in was already very painful, hope still existed, and survival and progress were still shining.

But for another world, hope has long been shattered, everyone is walking in the dark desert with their eyes blindfolded, and the only tiny light is so fragile.

The primordials there can only be chosen to rot after a long wait.

[Hope all over Horus is fine…]