Chapter 417： The cursed

The indifferent man made an invitation.

But Lord was very cautious and didn't rush in to find the truth.

Although the truth of the broken battle between heaven and **** can be said to be within reach of him at this moment, he only needs to step into this temple to know, but he is still vigilant, and has not figured out the origin of the indifferent man. Before, he would never step into that temple easily.

The reason is obviously clear.

In such a relic left by a civilization millions of years ago, or even more distant ago, the appearance of the Tower of Babel is already surprising enough, and now a living person with a stranger appearance and behavior suddenly appeared in front of him. Can he not be vigilant?

Especially the first impression of the indifferent man, so that Lord has a deep sense of disgust.

Even though he didn't know exactly where he came from, this feeling of disgust came from, lingering like a shadow in his heart, as if it was a source of allergies naturally rejected by some human beings, so serious that he can't wait to give it to each other now. Come on!

This feeling is very wrong for Lord.

Because if the **** of death wants to master a stronger power, the first trial that must go through is to have deep soul communication with the Zanpaku Dao. The advantage of doing so is that it will gradually make the **** of death's mood and spirit produce a sense of Kind of upside-down changes.

Therefore, with the progress of the Grim Reaper's strength level, the soul and the state of mind will become stronger and stronger.

Maybe Lord is slightly inferior in spiritual power, but his state of mind and soul have already surpassed most of the captain-level death gods after being tempered, so it is almost impossible for external factors to affect him. .

But when faced with this indifferent man, he was still inevitably'affected'!

Seeing Lord's reluctance to act, the indifferent man's blue eyes flashed, as if he could see the scruples in his heart, he spoke slowly and said, "You don't need to be vigilant and confused. It's normal to hate me. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"Very interesting rhetoric."

Lord put his right hand on the handle of the knife, maintaining a position that he could fight back at any time, and said lightly: "But unfortunately, there is no convincing power. Instead of using these words to prevaricate me, it is better to talk about why you let me in?"

Seeing that the other party is not eating, the indifferent man's face flashed helplessly, and said: "It's not that I want you to go in, but the truth you want to know. You can only see it in the temple, and I can't dictate it."

Can't dictate...Is it some kind of ban?

"Then if I tell you that I am not interested in the truth, will you stop me?" Lord raised his eyebrows and said again.

"The right to choose is always in your hands." The indifferent man shook his head and said with deep eyes: "But I firmly believe that you will not leave like this."

Lord sneered and said: "Are you so sure?"

"The dice of fate has already fallen, and no one can change the result."

The indifferent man looked at Lorde, sighed deeply, and said: "I have been waiting here for millions of years, just waiting for someone to come over. Only the person holding the'fate board' can open this legacy. Ancient monuments, and that person...is you."

"Destiny Tablet? You mean... that stone carving with Akkadian characters?" Lord was taken aback. He didn't expect the seemingly ordinary thing to be so big!

"Accurately...that's part of it." The indifferent man said: "The real fate tablet records everything about..., but it has already been with the battle. Broken, all you see is just one piece."

There are seven tablets of destiny, according to legend, it records the scene of God at the beginning of the creation of the world.

But now, judging from the expression of the indifferent man, the things recorded in the fate tablet should not be as simple as imagined, at least it is definitely not the scene when God created the world.

"There is no accident in the world, some are just inevitable..." Lord muttered these words in a low voice, as he had previously guessed, since the moment he got the fate of the fate, the invisible thread of cause and effect has been Had already entangled him.

Therefore, there is no use escaping.

Even if he leaves here today, he will definitely return to this monument again under the guidance of fate.

"A sentence with philosophical content is in line with the current situation." The indifferent man nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation: "When fate guides you here, it is better to face it instead of delaying and avoiding it."

"It makes sense."

Lord suddenly chuckled and let out a sigh of relief slowly, saying: "I will come from both sides, it's not as good as you want."

After that, he took a step forward and walked into the temple.

But if you look closely, you can find that the Zanpaku knife that Lord is stroking with his right hand is already out of its sheath for about half an inch, and it is possible to draw the knife at any time, cutting off the head of the indifferent man with a fierce force.

The indifferent man didn’t care about it, but after a casual glance, he turned around and led the way towards the temple, reminding faintly: “Being vigilant is a good thing, but it’s better not to attack me, otherwise the people who suffer It could be you."

Lord followed behind, and the end of his eyebrows sank when he heard this, and there was a slight chill in his eyes: "I can understand the meaning of this sentence, you have sufficient confidence, will not be killed by me? "

"This is neither provocation nor self-confidence." The indifferent man paused and paused for about half a second before he said with a mockery: "Perhaps you can kill me in the future, but by no means now, and I look forward to that day. advent."

"Listening to what you mean, I seem to be looking forward to my killing you?"

"In a way...yes."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I am a man of sin, cursed by God, so I look forward to death."

When talking about this, Lord could hear the slight sorrow and grief in the voice of the indifferent man, as if he was regretting the sin he had committed.

"What crime did you commit?" Lord asked curiously.

"I...killed someone." After a moment of silence, the indifferent man slowly said: "He... is my brother."

Lord asked again: "Who are you anyway?"

However, this time, the indifferent man still did not answer, but just said: "I am... a cursed person."

Speaking without beginning and ending is obviously another riddler.

Lord knew that it would be useless to ask, so he didn't bother to ask the reason, but silently followed the indifferent man into the temple.

The internal structure of the temple is square and square, and the floor space is not large.

There is neither a high platform for sacrificial rituals nor any related relief murals, only a black stone stele.

But unlike the stone stele seen in the temple below, this black stone stele has no paintings, only dense Akkadian scripts, like inscriptions used to record important events, deeply embedded in a way of inscription The stele is several inches deep.

"You don't want me to watch this, do you?"

The blue veins of Lord's eyebrows were beating, and he looked at the indifferent man angrily, and said: "I don't know how to read this kind of text, or you can read it to me.

"No need to read."

The indifferent man pointed his finger at the stone tablet and said: "You only need to touch the stone tablet to hear his voice."