Chapter 634 The Warrior's Fate Is Death

Evans looked at Origen and made a hoarse and low voice, as if coming from the abyss:

"I am coming back from the future, Origen. From the future after we all die."

"The future..."

Origen murmured, "Just like you foresaw the future before."

Obviously, as Helechin's most trusted deputy and the strongest warrior among his followers, Origen knew that Helechin had future vision.

As a warrior of the power path, Origen's brain is obviously not very good. It's not that he is mentally retarded, but that his too pure heart makes him unaccustomed to pursuing the truth.

Just silent, calm, and loyal.

Day after day, wielding weapons and tempering the body. There is no other way. He does what Helechin says; he praises Helechin's righteous deeds and admires his morality and courage, but he does not intend to point fingers at Helechin's behavior - just listen and then do it.

Only by being so dedicated and sincere in the heart can one reach this state when he is still young. The pure warrior's heart cannot tolerate the weak emotion called curiosity. The path of power is pure, and the turbidity of the path of wisdom cannot pollute his heart.

——It doesn't matter whether Heleqin turns into a dead spirit or returns in the future.

Oligen's instinct, as calm and clear as a water mirror, has told him that the person in front of him is Heleqin.

He has never forgotten his original intention.

Although this life was saved by Heleqin... but the grace of saving life, at most, is to die in return, which is not enough for him to put down the dignity of a warrior and pay his lifelong loyalty. What really made him determined to follow Heleqin was Heleqin's kindness and righteousness.

——Oligen wants to be a good person.

He also has a dream. He wanted to live for others when he was a child.

But the dream of "bringing light back to the earth" is too ambitious.

In the long journey of practicing martial arts, he gradually understood... not having a sincere and kind heart will definitely get good results. Even with the best intentions, it is possible to be used by others, not see through the fog, or miss the best opportunity.

Because he lacks wisdom.

——If you want to eradicate evil, you must have wisdom that surpasses them! If you want to defeat the evil, your companions must also defeat the evil's accomplices!

That's why Origen found Heleqin and his followers.

Relying on Heleqin's thinking, as well as the collective wisdom and personal expertise of his companions, he was finally able to give up thinking and exist as a sharper weapon.

You can move forward with a clear mind and unswerving without thinking, trust your guide wholeheartedly, and confirm that this is the right way - this is the happiness of the leader.

Therefore, when Heleqin said the first sentence, Origen had already believed most of it.

——And when the night demon also flew over quietly, he believed it completely.

That's the sixth-level night demon!

Although I didn't know that Heleqin had a relationship with such a powerful demon before... but since Lord Heleqin could give me the weapon of punishment, it's not surprising that such a thing happened.

The night demon silently turned into a dark crow and landed on the shoulder of the King of the Wild Hunt, who was wearing silver armor but exuding a dark and eerie death aura and holding a scarlet giant sword. It seemed to merge into the black mist that was constantly oozing out of him.

"Origen..."

Heleqin made a dark and hollow voice: "Do you know how we died in the end?"

"... I am a dull person, sir."

Origen made a steady and low voice: "So I don't know."

He was a lizard man with a very strong physique. As a male lizard man, his color was much brighter than that of a female, and many dark red large areas of spots appeared on his overall black and gray body. From a distance, it looked like a flame that had not yet been extinguished wrapped in a black charcoal fire.

He had tough flesh thorns on his head and armor-like tough scales on his body. That face is closer to the legendary dragon than the lizard.

"——We fought to death."

Herchin replied: "Just as we saw before."

"I'm prepared, Lord Helechin." Origen replied.

"We died because of betrayal, but even if there was no betrayal, we were doomed to fail... because the gods were not on our side. From the beginning, this was a losing war."

"Yes, sir."

Origen's tone was calm, and he was not angry about the betrayal: "But we still came here."

"Your bones and my bones were stewed into a pot of soup by the giants. That pot of broth was eventually forced by the giants to be fed to those we wanted to protect... They drank it with tears. And we turned into undead spirits, entrenched in the Beheading Valley. Because there were no bones to collect, we eventually became man-eating evil spirits."

Herchin, the king of the Wild Hunt, spoke a long paragraph this time.

At this moment, Origen's calm face was finally touched.

He had thought about death and had long been prepared for death.

For a warrior, his fate is to die in battle.

——The path of a warrior is one of death and no life.

A warrior is someone whose vocation is war and fighting. They are born to fight and have no fear even when facing death.

If you lie on the bed and grow old, and your soul is infected by the fear of the dusk road, it is a shame for a warrior.

...But that's what I said.

Hearing that he had degenerated into a cannibalistic evil spirit after death, Origen still felt a little sad.

"What should we do now, sir?"

Origen asked humbly: "Take the priest with you, commit suicide and complete the funeral before being captured? Or simply destroy our souls?"

In the options he gave, there was no possibility of "let's escape" from the beginning.

"No need to do anything."

Herchin replied: "I'm not saying this to make you think of ways to avoid misfortune after death.

"--I'm telling you that since I have returned with the power from the other side...now we will not lose."

As he said this, he took two steps towards Origen with the ghost Pegasus.

"Do you know the location of the three gathering points of 'breast', 'tenderloin', and 'ribs'? "

The King of the Wild Hunt asked in a deep voice.

Origin got on the horse and answered subconsciously: "I know..."

Herchin said: "Then you can show the way."

"But, sir... haven't you personally experienced the future of our defeat and death? Or did you see the future of our victory again after you came back? "

"Of course not. "

"Then, sir Heerchin..."

"Even if I saw the future, I experienced the future, and I came back from the future - does this mean that this future is destined? "

The new King of the Wild Hunt asked back.

Origen was stunned.

...What else?

Didn't you come back from the future? Not only did you dream about it like an illusion, but you even saw it with your own eyes and experienced it personally... Doesn't this mean that it is real?

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was born in Horus, and after he became an adult, he trained in the ancient Parthian Empire. One of these two countries is good at divination, and the other is good at astrology. In the mouths of those mysterious astrologers and prophets, it seems that the future is something sacred and inviolable.

In his hometown, even the greatest warrior captain would go home and start preparing his coffin and funeral because of the priest's prediction of death.

There have always been prophecies that failed because of poor skills, unclear clues, and misunderstandings. Even if there are denials, they all come from their enemies.

-There has never been a prophet or astrologer like Mr. Heleqin who completely denies his own prophecies without making any excuses or giving any reasons.

"Wake up, Origen. "

Herchin said, his voice was sonorous and powerful: "There is no fate.

"Listen, Origin. I am a very stubborn person. Even if someone told me that the world will be destroyed one day in the future; even if I saw such a future with my own eyes, even if everyone told me that it was true..."

As Aiwass spoke, black smoke seeped out of him and spread in all directions. The smoke merged with the blood moon summoned by the Night Demon, making the sky darker.

A dim yellow light flowed from Helechin.

There was only a crisp sound, and the mask slipped off, covering Helechin's face, and made his voice more dull and hollow:

"Unless I die in that doomsday - even at the moment before I am destroyed, I will never give up! Because I never believe it -"

The surrounding space turned into dusk, and time seemed to freeze.

The dark ghost Pegasus roared and flew, walking on ice!

Helechin's elongated voice echoed in Origen's ears:

"——The future of the next second cannot be changed!"