"Then, my conjecture, are you right to listen to my conjecture? Back then, there was a Necrontyr, a very high-level one, who tried to find hope for this race that had lost its body and soul. Later, it learned about Gray Marrow through some channels and realized that
Transplanting a body with gray marrow may be the best way for them to resurrect the corpse, but they cannot study this matter without a body, and it also involves the power of the ancient star gods. They were once deceived and enslaved by the star gods.
It must be wary, so this requires an experimental blueprint, an individual who voluntarily participates and can withstand the power of gray marrow... And just by coincidence, your parent and child, not a genetically engineered child but a child conceived naturally, Xerxes came
Arriving at the world where the first gray marrow was placed, Ctesiphon, a perfect experimental blueprint appeared. The Necrontyr began to plan, and even attracted a group of green skins to bring the planet to face destruction, forcing Xue
The Sith sought the power he needed, killing two birds with one stone, finding the test subjects, and destroying the Lord of Mankind's most important child, the second most important human being besides himself."
After Soshyan said a lot, he looked at the tea cup that had been filled by the deluded man, picked it up and took a sip.
"The Necrontyr has a leader named Szarak, who is the Silent King, the head of the Council of Three Saints. If there is really a Necrontyr who can deploy such a rigorous and huge plan, then there is a high probability that it is him. From his contact with Xerxes,
After teaching the other party knowledge, it is weaving its plan. Queen Elena once said that Xerxes has a mysterious friend, and it must be this person."
After hearing this, the confused man folded his hands and looked at Soshyan.
"You have indeed grown, Soshyan, and your growth further proves my point. They were wrong and I was right. That is my duty."
"Then the Emperor didn't do anything when he found out?"
"What to do? Revenge it? Hunt it down? Dig all the Necrontyrs out of their graves? Do you think humans at that time really had the capital to fight the Necrontyrs in a second war in heaven and fight to the death?"
This time, the bewitcher's voice was rarely emotional. Soshiyang was stunned for a moment, and then realized something——
"The Emperor is unwilling to go to war with the entire Necrontyr race for the sake of his own son..."
The confused man gave a wry smile and picked up the tea cup.
"Sounds humiliating, right? There were five moments of most powerlessness in His life, and this was the second one... Soshyan, He once had great expectations for Xerxes, which you can't imagine.
Expectations, he ruined, he suffered more than anyone else."
Soshyan put down his hands, leaned back slightly, and his shoulders slumped.
"So that's it, that's it... Xerxes' fate was doomed from the moment he used the gray marrow. His consciousness will definitely be swallowed by the gray marrow. Once the gray marrow takes over Xerxes' consciousness, he will immediately
To find its true owner... there are only two choices, either to become his father and climb the ladder to the God on earth... or... to die before everything is irreversible, and leave the gray marrow at the last step forever.
"
The confused man turned the cup in his hand and said meaningfully:
"Actually there is a third way, but he didn't choose..."
"The so-called third way is not an option at all!"
A cold voice interrupted the bewilderment. Soshiyang turned his head and saw a beautiful woman appearing at the door at an unknown moment.
She was wearing a gray gauze dress, with long black hair floating behind her head, like a goddess who had just emerged from the earth. She was the most beautiful woman Soshiyang had ever seen besides Veronica, but at this time her face was full of sullenness.
It destroyed her sense of sanctity.
Almost instantly, Soshyan had already guessed the identity of the visitor.
"Mother of the Primarchs... Erda..."
The confused man shook his head helplessly.
"I know you won't be able to help it when I say this."
"So? What choice did you give him? You asked him to kill three people with his own hands!"
"three people?"
Soshyan blinked.
"Are...which three?"
Erda did not look at Soshyan, but still stared at the Beguiler.
"The first one, his wife, Elena."
"ah?"
Soshiyang was stunned, scratched his head, and looked at the bewitcher, who just shrugged.
"Then the second one..."
"The second one, his most pitiful and closest brother, Coze!"
"this--"
Soshyan's eyes widened. He could not imagine what Xerxes's expression looked like when the emperor made this request, but it should be similar to his own.
"That...that..."
"Humph! The third one is the man in front of you, his father!"
"What!?"
Soshiyang stared at the bewitcher dumbfounded, almost jumping up from the sofa. Then he looked at Erda again and asked stutteringly:
"Why... why..."
"Ask him!"
Soshyan turned to the bewitcher, who sighed softly.
"Soshyan, do you remember what you said before that Xerxes discussed with his father what kind of ruler is qualified? This is the test question he gave his son. If he can pass these three questions
, then he is willing to sacrifice himself and forcibly use his own power to suppress the gray marrow in Xerxes' body, and Xerxes will also gain all the power of his father and the gray marrow, becoming a true god on earth and a human being.
The new emperor."
Soshyan's whole brain almost shut down, and then he finally understood why Elena said that Xerxes looked lost at that time. It was not because of the argument at all, but because his father wanted him to kill him.
Kill his wife, brother, and even his father who made this request!
Xerxes would not, would never agree...
"I...I don't understand..."
The confused person looked at Suoshiyang and said indifferently:
"At that time, he thought that if Xerxes could not do it, then he would make the same mistake he had made..."
As he spoke, he seemed to glance at Erda.
"...His rule will fail, and mankind will be doomed. He cannot afford to gamble... If Xerxes wants to have god-like power, he must cut off the roots of his humanity, and he must change from the inside out.
To become a true god, even this is only the first step."
"Ah? The first step? Then the next step..."
"After ascending the throne, he will also kill Malcador, kill Horus, kill Sanguinius, kill those primarchs he once called brothers, and devour their power. Only
Only in this way can he reach a level where he can truly compete with the Lords of Destruction, and only in this way can he fully control the legacy of the Webway left by the Old Ones."
Soshiyang's face was pale at this moment, and he was sweating violently.
"What's the difference between this Xerxes... and the Evil God of Chaos!?"
"Of course, because at that time he was the strongest one...the real master who controlled the reality and the soul world."
Soshyan looked down at his slightly trembling hands. At this moment, he still couldn't imagine Xerxes's mood when he heard all this. And when he finally chose death, did he choose to die out of hope or despair?
Mu Hu said that Xerxes often sat alone in the dark and was in a daze for long periods of time. Soshyan did not know what thoughts were tormenting the original body at that time.
Is it his father's cruel determination, or is it the entangled threads of conspiracy?