The insect-like vehicles sped across the Tasi Plateau. On the desolate plateau, only the insect swarms were left.
As time slowly passed, the plateau was pulled apart and they now entered the broken landscape known as the Dark Night Labyrinth.
The metal bugs carrying them climbed quickly up and down the broken terrain, and Hades only then understood why this kind of vehicle.
Other normal vehicles would probably be unable to move on this kind of terrain.
After a long and seemingly endless bumpy ride, Hades, sitting inside the bug, finally felt the vehicle begin to slow down.
He looked at Machado. Since getting on the car, Machado had been frowning, as if he had met a powerful enemy.
Fluctuations of psychic energy occasionally surrounded Malcador.
Hades knew his own physical condition, so he didn't dare to approach Malcador rashly.
Although Hades still had many questions about himself that he wanted to ask Malcador, it was obviously not possible now.
The giant insect slowly stopped, and cooling steam spewed out from its body.
The car door opened and Collier's Jersey light blue eyes looked at Machado.
"We are here, my Lord."
Malcador slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Hades.
"Walk."
The old man began to move, with Hades following behind him.
When Hades stepped out of the car, he was surprised to find that the swarm of insects stopped in front of a deep cave entrance. In the dark cave, something seemed to be flickering.
Malcador walked straight into the cave without stopping.
Hades swallowed and followed Malcador into the cave.
He knew where this was.
[The Dragon] is here.
Fragments of the Star God, the Void Dragon.
The dragon, who knows all the knowledge of the physical universe, was imprisoned by the Emperor in the eternal night labyrinth on Mars.
But Hades didn't know why he was brought here.
Is he to be a dragon guardian? To look after the void dragon
As the two figures disappeared into the cave, Collier Jersey took a look at them and commanded the insect-shaped vehicle to crawl to the entrance of the cave.
No one would care that a hole was covered in the intricate terrain of the Dark Night Maze.
The wind and sand are blowing, and the sun is shining brightly.
"Hades."
Malcador moved through the tunnel with an agility that was totally inconsistent with his size, nimbly passing through the translucent stalactites.
"Um?"
Hades tried his best to follow Malcador, but he was much larger than Malcador, and there were places that Malcador could quickly pass through, but he could not get through, so he had to find another way.
"Do you regret it?"
Um
"What are you regretting?"
“Come here.”
"Mars?"
"No, this world!"
Malcador frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Hades' slow response.
Hades was startled, remembering that Malcador had once called him "outsider".
But Machado's straightforward question
Maybe he had encountered a human like Hades before
Hades decided to tell the truth.
"Of course I regret it!"
"Can you let me go back?"
"cannot."
Malcador answered decisively.
Then what do you say!
"Let me ask you, do you regret doing all this on your own initiative?"
Hades was silent.
For a long time, the two of them just silently shuttled between stalactites and stalagmites, these translucent natural products like crystal.
It looked like some living biomass was half-solidified between the rocks, emitting a faint fluorescence.
As they began to carefully cross a bridge of crystal stone, Hades spoke.
"It would be a lie to say I don't regret it. I failed to save too many people."
Herrera.
“Of course I’ve made mistakes.”
"But looking back from my current perspective, I know that I can never save everyone."
“I know I tried my best.”
“.”
The old man nodded.
"He really chose you."
Malcador then paused, and spoke again,
"I know you've seen destiny before."
"But I tell you now, destiny is like a book in a library, and you are only reading one of them now."
"Destiny is ever-changing, there is no such thing as absolute."
"You try to change your destiny, you try to move a stone out of the way."
"But this may mean that there is a poisonous snake hiding under the stone."
"On the road of trying to change your fate, on the road of trying to intervene in this world, you may die miserably,"
"You might be transformed into an immortal lump of flesh, spending your life twisted in agony."
"You could be betrayed by your own people and crucified on a cliff."
"You might be tortured by an unknown lunatic who jumps out from the side of the road and be imprisoned in a cage."
"Even though you may die a quick death, the changes you bring will continue to have a profound impact on the world."
Malcador continued to whisper, like a wizard casting a spell, cursing Hades.
"You could cause the entire planet to be destroyed, and billions of people would die because of you."
"You could turn brothers against each other, soldiers against each other, and start a war."
"You could drive an entire legion into madness, from which there would be no recovery."
Finally, Malcador paused.
A strange, faint light is just ahead.
He looked back at Hades. Even though Malcador was short, he looked like a giant at this moment.
A golden light surrounded Malcador,
The old man stared at Hades.
"Or, let me give you a very simple example,"
"Despite all your efforts so far, the fate of the Death Guard is not as clear as you think."
"Betrayal or loyalty, life or death, no one will know until the game is decided."
"Your efforts will most likely be in vain, and you will die on the road of trying."
"Or worse, your efforts have had the exact opposite effect."
"So now, it's not too late to regret."
"You can regret your previous actions and give up everything. I will arrange for you to manage the clerical affairs of an obscure planet, and you can live out the rest of your life in peace."
"Or you choose to follow us, become a human backup plan, and die on this road."
Hades swallowed.
He. He actually wanted to choose the first option.
After all, in his previous life, he was just an ordinary passerby living quietly.
But... now... after what he has experienced in this world, after what happened to Barbaros, and after what happened to the Fourteenth Legion, can he still choose that option with an open mind
Can he still leave everything behind without any burden
When the entire human race is inevitably sliding into the abyss, can he really remain alone
When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact
Besides, he was already here.
Now looking back, if I let go of everything, it would seem unacceptable, right
Hades spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse.
"I'm already here."
He said.
Malcador looked at him with complicated eyes, but finally slowly looked away.
"good."
Then they stepped into the light together.
A dazzling white light suddenly appeared. This was a hall composed of geometric shapes. Colorful parchment scrolls were randomly stuck on the walls. Red iron beams supported the hall, and countless experimental equipment were placed here at random.
In a hidden corner of the hall, there is a long and narrow tunnel that seems to lead directly to the center of Mars, with a faint blood-red glow.
A man stood in the middle of the hall, holding a large sword in both hands, with a haggard expression. Above his forehead, a gradually tightening wing pattern was clearly visible.
"Dragon Guardian, Simon."
Malcador's voice sounded, introducing the man to Hades.
The man said nothing, he stepped forward and Malcador waved his sword in the air a few times, his mitre gleaming in the air.
Simon looked at it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he bowed and left.
Before leaving, he turned off the lights in the hall.
In the dim hall, the red light seeping from the side tunnel became the only light.
Hades followed Malcador.
"This is one of the few things I can do for you."
Malcador sighed.
"After this, we can't give you anything, we can't tell you anything, but you and I both know what you're going to face."
"Good luck."
Golden light burst out!!!
The hunchbacked old man was instantly enveloped by dazzling golden spiritual energy, and a pressure so strong that it made people unable to straighten their backs appeared in front of Hades—
That is the Emperor's psychic power!
Malcador was like a blazing torch, his withered body burning fiercely, the psychic shadow of the Emperor looming over the old man;
He stretched out a hand, and with a sudden force, he pushed Hades directly into the deep tunnel.
"Go dig for the wisdom of dragons."
"This is all a dream. Just follow it and wake up in the end."
Hades felt his body falling rapidly—
“What will happen to me??”
He shouted,
"Everything you can't understand!"
Malcador, or the Emperor, the face at the receding cave entrance, shouted,
"It's all ridiculous!"
So he fell, into the dragon's dream.
Today there is another
(End of this chapter)