Chapter 417: The Cursed

Chapter 417: The Cursed

The cold man sent an invitation.

However, Lod was very careful and did not rush in to find out the truth.

Although the truth of the battle between heaven and hell could be said to be within his reach at this moment. He only needed to step into this temple to know. However, he was still extremely vigilant. Before he figured out the origin of the cold man, he would never easily step into that temple. Check new novel chapters at novelhall.com

The reason was clear.

In such a relic that had been left by civilization for millions of years or even longer, the appearance of Tower of Babel was already amazing enough. Now, a living person with an even stranger appearance suddenly appeared in front of him, how could he not be vigilant?

Especially the first impression of the cold man, which made Lod feel deeply disgusted.

Although even he himself could not tell where this sense of disgust came from, it was like a shadow that lingered in the bottom of his heart, as if it was a natural source of exclusion of human beings, so serious that he wanted to give the other person sword!

This feeling was very wrong for Lod.

Because if death god wanted to grasp more power, the first trial he had to go through was to have a deep soul exchange with zanpakuto. The benefit of doing so was that it would gradually cause death god's mental state and mind to undergo a world-shaking change.

Therefore, along with the progress of death god's strength level, the soul and mental state would become stronger. The two were a process that complemented each other.

Perhaps Lod was slightly inferior in terms of spiritual energy level, but after his mental state and soul had gone through tempering, they had long surpassed most of the captain level death god. Thus, it was almost impossible for external factors to affect him.

However, when facing this cold and indifferent man, he was still inevitably affected by!

Seeing that Lod was not willing to take action, the cold man's blue eyes flashed, as if he had seen through the misgivings in his heart. He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Don't be vigilant and confused. It is normal for you to hate me. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"What an interesting excuse."

Lod pressed his right hand on sword's hilt, maintaining a posture that could counterattack at any time. He said lightly, "But it is a pity that it is not convincing at all. Instead of using these words to prevaricate me, why don't you tell me why you want me to go in?"

Seeing that the other party was soft and stubborn, a trace of helplessness flashed across the cold man's face. He said, "It is not that I want you to go in, but the truth you want to know. It can only be seen in the temple. I can't say it out loud."

Can't say it out loud... Is there some kind of restriction placed on it?

"Then if I tell you,

"This is neither provocation nor confidence." The cold man paused for about half a second before he said in a self-deprecating manner, "Maybe you can kill me in the future, but not now. I am looking forward to that day."

"From what you're saying, you seem to be looking forward to me killing you?"

"To a certain extent... yes."

"Can you tell me the reason?"

"I am a sinner who is cursed by God, so I look forward to the arrival of death."

At this point, Lod could hear a trace of sorrow and grief in the cold man's voice, as if he was regretting the sins he had committed.

"What sins have you committed?" Lod asked curiously.

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

Lod asked again, "Who are you?"

However, this time, the indifferent man still did not answer. He only said, "I am... a cursed person."

He spoke without any rhyme or reason. He was clearly another riddle person.

Lod knew that it was useless even if he asked, so he was too lazy to ask why. He just followed the indifferent man into the temple silently.

The internal structure of the temple was square, and the area it occupied was not large.

There was neither a high platform statue used for sacrificial offerings nor any related reliefs and murals. There was only a completely black stone tablet.

But unlike the stone tablet he saw in the temple below, this completely black stone tablet did not have any drawings, only dense characters of Akkadian. Like inscriptions used to record important events, it was deeply embedded into the stone tablet several inches deep.

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

The veins on the corners of Lod's eyebrows twitched. He looked at the indifferent man snappily and said, "I don't know how to read these words. Why don't you read them for me?"

"No need."

The cold man pointed at the stone tablet and said, "You only need to touch the stone tablet and you can hear its voice."