Chapter 130 122. Calastyphon,
Endurance in the Mist.
The vast universe is flowing, the Galaspa galaxy is running smoothly according to its trajectory, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy are beginning to surge.
The order requested by Hades was sent to the distant Barbarus with the whisper of the astropath and the flash of psychic lightning.
Mortarion turned around and looked at Hades silently.
Hades demanded that the recruitment mission on Barbarus be put on hold immediately and that Karas be put on leave.
"I found that you have always been hostile to Karas."
"Why?"
Hades choked, and after a while, he slowly said,
"Do you still remember that prophecy, God of Death?"
"I saw it better than you. More."
"I saw that Karastifon was the first fallen Death Guard."
Mortarion was silent for a moment, and his hoarse voice sounded again,
"But in that prophecy, we will not be the only one.
Hades took a deep breath,
"Sorry, I know this may seem like an inexplicable target, but now, I really need to go to Barbarus to confirm the situation." Mortarion
stopped, and he began Memories, details of the past appeared clearly in his mind.
Initially, Hades and Karas didn't get along so well.
Mortarion just assumed that the two of them thought each other was a freak and didn't think much about it.
But if you look at it now, Hades's attitude towards Karas was more like warning than disgust?
But they did have a pleasant time getting along later. At that time, the new stronghold was being established and everything was still growing vigorously.
At that time, they still firmly believed that the liberation of Barbarus was destined to come, and they did not know that there was such a bloated and huge human empire.
Later, Hades went south alone because of his physical condition, and Karas also went south to lead the army.
After that, there was life in the legion. Because of the legion's management model, the three of them gradually went their separate ways.
Although Carastiphon came to see him initially, there was no more private contact after the farce in the dueling cage.
Mortarion began to carefully recall and compare the last scenes in his memory, and came to him to apply for return. Typhon who went to Barbarus to recruit troops.
Karas was no different from his memory, and he didn't find anything unusual.
Mortarion frowned,
"Then if Karas has no problem, how will you explain to him then?"
"I will apologize."
Hades stared at the map marked with various water routes, and said hoarsely and heavily. The voice sounded.
He also hoped it was because he was overstretched.
Barbarus.
Now.
A goshawk flew across the yellow sky, a solitary figure, flapping its wings and neighing, then disappeared straight into the billowing poisonous clouds.
Thick clouds were weighing gloomily over large areas of wasteland and farmland. Heavy rain was approaching, and the air was filled with the smell of sour yellow water vapor.
People have returned to their settlements to take shelter from the rain, and a figure can be seen on the vast and sleepy land.
Calastiphon walked slowly on the field ridge, holding his scythe down, and the scythe blade plowed a deep, straight furrow in the loose soil.
Originally, he was still actively preparing for the recruitment of new soldiers. Raton went to negotiate with the biological sage in charge of gene seeds on the star ring, while Karas chose to return to the human gathering place on Barbarus to recruit new soldiers.
But something seemed to have happened, and the existence that was supposed to disappear still survived. Amidst the boiling sound of the swamp mud, the plan was shelved and terminated.
So here he was, far away from everyone, slowly heading towards the highest mountain in Barbarus.
Upward, to the highest mountain peaks, to the thickest mist, under the skin, flesh and blood surged.
There was some small commotion in the distance behind him, but it soon calmed down.
There was a ringing in my ears.
+ You are still back, my son +
Calastiphon still gritted his teeth and hurried on, his originally clear mind once again falling into the quagmire.
+You should know that you are an alien after all. Why should you force yourself to find identity among those who expelled you? ＋
＋Accept the power from the highest heaven and trample those weak humans under your feet! +
"My mother is human."
"Shut up, monster."
A burst of harsh and bitter laughter pierced Karas's patience.
+ Oh - that poor human woman, if she hadn't been stronger, I would have chosen someone else. ＋
＋But it seems that the monster born is destined to fail. ＋
＋Look, you thought it was the same kind of Mortarion, you thought it was also a pet raised by the lords, but it turned out to be real gold. ＋＋
Only you, a product of aliens and humans, a nondescript monster. ＋
＋No one cares about you, you are just a clown who keeps shouting "Come and see me". ＋
＋Weak, your original sin is weakness! +
The harsh sound became faster and faster, the clouds fell to the ground, and thick fog descended.
With a click, the sound disappeared.
A figure slowly appeared in the fog, and Karas staggered.
"Mom?"
he said.
The short and stooped woman stood in the room and looked at him with a smile. Only then did Karas realize that his mother was so short.
He walked over and sat down, and his mother gently stroked his power armor. She was still like that, just like at the beginning of her memory, when she held him to avoid the pursuit of the villagers.
+ He has grown so big. +
she said.
He smiled, Carastyphon was not dead, was not corroded by the ubiquitous poisonous gas, was not stoned to death by angry villagers, was not devoured by his alien father.
Karas is alive and he wins.
+What's wrong? not happy? +
She looked at him, with a green glimmer flickering in her cloudy and dim light green eyes.
"I'm okay, I came to Barbarus to recruit soldiers, and I became a small manager of a legion."
+ Does anyone hate you? +
Karas was speechless, but shook his head weakly.
"No."
"Just. Just because of some things."
+ Tell me? +
His rickety and tired mother also sat down, and Karas seemed to have returned to the dusk when he was chased by the villagers.
They just sat silently on the edge of the poisonous fog, shivering because of panic and coldness.
For fear of being discovered, the firewood they collected was not lit, and a few black branches lay alone on the ground.
"I had some unpleasant troubles with my friends."
"Originally, everything was fine, but something unexpected happened." His
mother looked at him patiently.
+ It's a good thing that Karas has made friends. ＋＋
Wherever there are people, there will always be disagreements, even among friends. +
She put her dry and thin hand on Callas's hand. After surgery, Callas' hand looked like the palm of a giant.
+ If the differences are really too great, why not share His teachings with your friends? +
Him?
+ The cycle of life and death wanders around, despair and greed dissolve into residual thoughts, and entropy accumulates and destroys, and then stagnates. ＋＋
Everyone in the world suffers, but He is the only one who is kind. ＋
＋Mom knows she can’t keep up with you, ＋
Her light green eyes looked at him tenderly.
+ If you can be in His merciful embrace, then you have nothing to fear even if it means destruction. ＋
＋And I think your friend will also choose a benevolent monarch. +
+He will forgive you for your previous mistakes, and you don’t have to be in such a hurry again. +
His light green eyes were full of kindness and love.
He stretched out his hand and held his mother's hand.
His mother looked at him tenderly.
Fat white maggots swarmed in the eye sockets, and pus flowed.
"I have to go."
Karas looked at the light green eyes and said to himself,
"Indeed, I need to make my two friends realize their current mistakes."
The figure in front of him followed him. The epiphany turned into a puddle of thick water, but Karas didn't seem to notice this. He picked up the sickle and continued on his way.
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