Outside the gate of the Internet, Randall was tossing and turning to see what was in his hand. Not far away, the servants were placing the ancient Terminator's parts one by one on a tray wrapped in red velvet. As for the long sword, it was held in the hands of two servants and stood quietly behind Randall.
After a simple verification, Randall confirmed that the set of Terminator in the Internet was the armor worn by monk Seid in the past.
But what he had in his hands seemed out of place with all this.
Because this is a mask, or to be precise, half a mask.
The mask is golden all over, and looks like it is made of pure gold from the material, with extremely fine patterns on it. If you look closely, you will find that it is a unique language.
Apart from these patterns, the mask has no decoration, and its expression with only half remains as if it is sad.
In general, the mask is weird, but it can't be said to be weird, and it seems ordinary.
But this is the only thing I found from the Terminator.
In other words, the internal internal of that set of Terminator is actually empty!
There was no remains, not even dust, and the inside of the Terminator was empty, and the man who once wore it seemed to have disappeared?
But Soshyan doesn't think so.
Because when Astart transforms, his body will more or less implant some metal objects, whether it is a slot or a memory chip, these things will not easily decay with the passage of time.
This proves the second thing-
Monk Seed is likely not dead!
But this immediately led to the next question: Is the monk Seed in the Knight of the Astral Realm the first commander of the White Temple?
And how did he leave the Internet naked? How could he become a fearless knight in the Astrology?
There is no doubt that this series of problems is related to this half of the face, but unfortunately, Suoshiyang has not seen through the mystery.
"Strange... I remember that the chapter file did not mention that monk Seid had the habit of wearing masks, or was there any omissions in the chapter records? It shouldn't be."
Frowning and thinking for a while, Randall handed over the mask to Soshiyan.
"It seems that we have to verify from that monk Seid in person."
Soshiyan took the mask and suddenly another problem, or possibility, emerged in his mind.
Does he be able to use the power of gray graft to repair the door? Does it mean that he can also use this power to destroy the door?
If so, then the monk Seed, who is also the initial grime, should be able to do it, and this possibility arises.
The crack may have been made by Monk Seid!
But why did he do this?
"Um."
Thinking of many questions, Soshiyang nodded perfunctorily.
Later, Randall expressed his intention to go to see Monk Seed with him, and Soshiyan immediately agreed, thinking that the other party’s problems were no less than that of himself.
"Then let's go back to Nesson 4 as soon as possible."
"And this one."
As he said that, Randall turned around and picked up the long knife held by the servant.
"According to the archives, its name is the Snow Lotus Blade, which is the most important sacred object of the White Temple and a symbol of the commander of the battle... and at the same time, it is also a relic from our passing legion."
Then Randall handed the long knife to Soshiyan.
"this--"
Soshiyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized the meaning of the other party to express, which made his heartbeat suddenly accelerate for a while.
But he didn't extend his hand in the end.
"What kind of virtue can I do?"
He shook his head and politely rejected the gift and its meaning.
"You got it back and you could have it."
"But it still belongs to you, and the things will return to the original owner."
Randall looked at Soshiyan, looking a little surprised, but he still kept handing the sword.
“It belongs to the Legion as well.”
Soshiyang smiled and knocked his fist on the shoulder.
"We have never experienced those history. Perhaps it has brought us heavy responsibilities, but that should never become a shackle. We are us, we are by no means the shadow of the past, but we have experienced the present and the future."
"Now you are the only one initial grey graft transplanter, who else can you?"
A gentle smile appeared on Randall's face.
"What's more, we're all waiting for you to help you."
He said this sentence was not aimless. Although many soldiers of the White Temple transplanted deteriorated ash graft, this does not mean that they are hopeless. According to the research of the White Temple pharmacist, the ash graft liquid produced by the initial ash graft transplanter can purify the deteriorated ash graft and reverse their deteriorating physical condition.
Therefore, for many veterans of the White Divine Templar, Soshiyan's appearance was a miracle.
"Help is to help, and that's another matter."
Seeing Randall insisting, Soshiyang stretched out his hand, held the snow lotus blade in his hand, and danced around in the air.
As the sword light flashed, a chill naturally rose in the air.
"Good knife."
With a sigh of admiration, Soshiyang handed the knife to Landoor again, which made Landoor very puzzled.
"You are-"
"I think you should use it better than me."
Soshiyang smiled.
"You should just regard it as the order of me, the nameless acting commander."
After hesitating for a moment, the commander of the White Holy Temple reached out and took over the Snow Lotus Blade, a holy object that they had lost for six thousand years.
"The cracks in the network channel have been blocked, so there should be no problem for the time being. Let's decide what's next after seeing Monk Said?"
Randall nodded, agreeing with Soshiyan's statement.
"Okay, I have notified the Heart of Light (White Temple flagship) that I can set off at any time."
As they said that, the two left the huge underground space and returned to Randall's room, and then met Talos and his party.
After hearing about Soshiyan's experience, Talos was obviously shocked and it took a long time to recover.
"What you see must be the Seal Palmist!"
Afterwards, Talos spoke to Soshiyan very surely.
"There is no one except him...Is he really not dead?"
"Not necessarily, maybe it was just a spiritual mark or an illusion, and I couldn't tell it at that time."
"That Terra Regent has so many intestines. The hidden stakes left ten thousand years later can still work."
Talos's tone revealed a fear.
"If Horus had no subspace power to help him, I'm afraid that Makado would be defeated... What is the saying of Guterra? It's so wise that it's like a monster, and it's about him."
"I thought you despise mortals."
"He is not a mortal. Can a mortal live thousands of years?"
After half a day passed, Soshyan and Randall were basically ready, and they even arrived at the planetary orbit platform to prepare for boarding the ship.
Suddenly, a warrior from the White Temple hurriedly found Randall and sent a data board.
At that time, Soshiyang was next to Randall. After the other party scanned a data board, his whole face immediately became serious and his brows were frowning. It was obvious that it was not good news.
"What happened?"
Randall shook his head and handed the data board to Soshiyan.
As soon as Soshiyang took it, he immediately saw a very dazzling line of words marked in red—