The pyramid shattered, and Rozim's eyes widened. In the darkness, another door opened, and another person walked out.
He wore a black power armor with red edges and a large number of golden flame patterns on it. There were no marks on the shoulder armor, but on his chest was a metal skeleton-shaped Sky Eagle emblem, surrounded by flames.
On his head was a jackal-shaped helmet, and in his hand was the characteristic curved scimitar.
Looking at the man, Ahriman tilted his head and said "Huh", looking a little confused.
"Who...are you? Why do I feel so familiar? Are you...my brother?"
From the weapons held by the opponent and the psychic marks emanating from his body, Ahriman immediately judged that the opponent was also a Thousand Sons.
But he couldn't tell who it was for the moment.
"We are no longer brothers. I am just one of the people you tortured, an exile."
"Poison?"
Ahriman snorted, looking very dissatisfied.
"I just want to protect the legion and protect everyone. When everyone is suffering from the pain of flesh and blood mutation, who is willing to stand up! Is it you? Or Amon? Or our original body? No! It's me! I am the only one who is willing
Stand up and save everyone! But you are unwilling to take even the slightest responsibility!"
"Yes, so we believed you."
Jackal said in disgust.
"Even though we should have known what you were."
"you--"
Ahriman was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"Such a tone. I know who you are, Kayon. I didn't expect that you would appear here after missing for so long, and you are still wearing... such a dress."
"You still care about this?"
"Then your inseparable Blood Guard—"
"Shut up! Don't say her name."
The jackal looked very angry at this moment.
"You do love her very much,"
Ahriman said lightly.
"No wonder you collapsed so completely when she died."
"You sound like you know what it feels like, but you don't."
"I have no idea?"
Ahriman stared at the Jackal with crimson eyepieces, and then he knocked his staff to the ground, and everyone's vision was swallowed up by his past.
A burning world, a passage opening in the sky, nightmares pouring out of it.
Rozim saw heresy and evil, saw witchcraft and massacre, but Khayon also saw something different, something from the distant past.
It was from when the Emperor was still walking.
He saw that Ahriman's armor was not cobalt blue, but crimson.
He was not wearing a mask. On the contrary, the same pattern was beautifully painted on his skin with golden paint. There were no scars on the face underneath, and there was no sense of fabrication.
He entered a circle of sand, where another of his compatriots was waiting for him, and the man's face was also painted with shining eyes and falcon's wings.
Ahriman and his brothers all wielded short curved swords, and they fought with speed and grace. Even in training they were deadly.
The two ended the fight without even a drop of blood being shed, Ahriman extending his hand to the defeated warrior, and both men laughing as he pulled his brother to his feet.
Suddenly, the defeated warrior turned his head and screamed towards the sky.
His body was twisted, his armor creaked and cracked, slippery flesh squeezed out from the cracks, his blind eyes moved in the forked bloody flesh, and his extended claws and arms dragged on the stone floor, which were once human.
Flesh seemed to break out of the armor.
Ahriman fired, again and again, until the firing pin clicked against the empty chamber.
Then he stood there for a long time, watching the blood and flesh glowing red in the sun, with tears streaming down his face.
"I know exactly what that feels like."
Ahriman spoke, and the memories faded like dust in the wind.
"The feeling of being alone, driven by regret and guilt."
The jackal shook his head in disgust.
"I'm different from you."
Ahriman smashed his staff again, and this time his vision was filled with another past.
Many warriors in red armor were knocked down, their limbs twitching, and swords and battle axes stuck in their chests.
The world is in flames, people are begging, and shadows like wolves and humans can be seen galloping everywhere.
Jackal clenched his fists subconsciously.
"Kayon, you and I are exactly the same. Both are driven by the past, but focus on the future. You have been searching among the stars for ways to correct your mistakes. The only difference between us is... memories.
"
But gradually, Kayon loosened his fist and shook his head.
"Ahriman, I watched my brothers turn to dust, and I saw their souls scattered on the tide of ether... From that day on, they never spoke a word to me, never smiled, except their approval.
There is no voice, no feeling of compatriots, for ten thousand years I have walked among the stars with an empty shell, and I have been alone."
As he spoke, Kayon turned the knife in his hand, and a portal appeared next to him, and a warrior wearing armor came out.
Ahriman looked at him for a moment and frowned.
"Mekari..."
The warrior did not respond to his name. He did not look at Ahriman, but just walked to Khayon.
Then Khayon turned the scimitar again, and more portals appeared at the edge of the room. More Thousand Sons came out and stood in their positions. There were more than a dozen of them, but none of them spoke. They were trapped in complete silence.
There was only a sound like quicksand.
Ahriman sighed.
"Is it really going to be like this? We can work together to fix our brothers."
The exiled man's voice was extremely sincere, and then he raised his staff and spread his arms like wings.
"We join forces, rebirth will happen, and reconstruction will happen, and the mistakes of the scarlet letter will be corrected!"
Kayon shook his head.
"Ahriman, haven't you woke up yet? There is no legion anymore, and it can't be rebuilt. The Scarlet Letter is like the Wolf Fleet that destroyed the City of Light... Do you remember? After going to the Wizard Star
, we rebuilt the City of Light as it was, but everyone found that this new city could not evoke any nostalgia or guilt for our hometown. What’s worse, we have even forgotten what brothers are, and for us
As for the father, he no longer cares about the fate of his children. He has long been lost in a greater game and devoted himself to the war between the four gods. Now the only thing in his heart is the ethereal ether! So you
Understand? Fixing the Scarlet Letter doesn't mean you can fix the Legion, that's the end of it."
Ahriman lowered his arms and his tone became cold.
"That means we don't have to talk anymore?"
"There's nothing left to talk about."
"All right."
Almost as soon as the words fell, the red letters on both sides fired at the same time, creating a terrifying storm of noise and fire.
The two wizards stood in the storm, not caring about the hail of bullets around them.
"You are no match for me, Kayon."
"Maybe it was in the past, but now -"
Khayon raised his sword, and a blue flame surrounded his side.
"Not necessarily."
Seeing those flames, Ahriman whispered in surprise.
"So you took refuge with them!"
"Accident?"
At this moment, Khayon swung his sword fiercely, and the three mortals who were shivering in the storm of bullets immediately felt in a trance.
When Rozim woke up, they were back in the original jungle, and the surroundings were still in the same mess as before.
He scratched his head and looked at Karen and the cook.
"Did someone speak before?"
"Ah? Do you have a boss? You had hallucinations just after my brother died?"
"Uh...isn't it? No matter, let's leave quickly, I'm looking for something weird in this place!"
With that said, the three of them hurriedly walked towards the west.