Chapter 417: The Cursed

The indifferent man invites.

But Lord was very cautious and did not rush in to find out the truth.

Although the truth of the broken battle of heaven and hell is within his reach at this moment, and he only needs to step into this temple to know it, he still has twelve points of vigilance. Before, he would never step into that temple easily.

The reason for this is obvious.

In such a ruin left by civilization millions of years ago, or even longer ago, the appearance of the Tower of Babel is amazing enough, and now a living person with even more strange behavior suddenly appears in front of him. Why? Can he not be vigilant?

Especially the first impression of indifferent men gave Lord a deep sense of disgust.

Although even he himself couldn't tell, where did this sense of disgust come from, it lingered in his heart like a shadow, as if it was an allergen that some human beings naturally reject. Come get a knife!

This feeling is very wrong for Lord.

Because if the god of death wants to master stronger power, the first trial that must pass is to have deep soul communication with Zanpakutō. An earth-shaking change.

Therefore, with the progress of the level of death's strength, the soul and state of mind will become stronger and stronger, and the two are a process that complements each other.

Maybe Lorde is a little 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 in the face of this indifferent man, he was inevitably 'influenced'!

Seeing Lord's reluctance to act, the indifferent man's blue eyes flashed, as if seeing the scruples in his heart, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Don't feel vigilant and confused, it's normal to hate me, Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"An interesting statement."

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

Seeing that the other party was soft and hard to eat, a hint of helplessness flashed on the indifferent man's face, and said, "It's not that I want you to go in, but the truth you want to know, which can only be seen in the temple, and I can't say it orally."

Unable to dictate... Is there some kind of restraint?

"Then if I tell you,

I'm 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 won't just leave like this."

Lorde 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 Lord, sighed deeply, and said, "I've been waiting here for millions of years, just waiting for someone to come over, only those who hold the 'Destiny Clay Tablet' can open this legacy monument, and that person...is you."

"The Destiny Clay Tablet? You mean...that stone carving with Akkadian characters?" Lord was surprised, but he didn't expect that seemingly ordinary thing to be so big!

"Accurately...that's part of it." The indifferent man said: "The real tablet of destiny records everything about..., but it has long since accompanied that war. Broken, all you see is a piece of it."

There are seven clay tablets of destiny, which are said to record the scene at the beginning of God's creation.

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

"There are no coincidences in the world, there are only certainties..." Lord whispered this sentence, as he had guessed earlier, since the moment he got the destiny clay tablet, the invisible thread of causation Already wrapped him around.

So there is no use in escaping.

Even if he turns around and leaves here today, he will definitely return to this historic site again under the guidance of fate.

"A sentence with philosophical meaning fits the current situation very well." The indifferent man nodded slightly, expressing his certainty: "When fate guides you to come here, it is better to face it head-on than to delay and escape."

"Makes sense."

Lord suddenly laughed lightly, exhaled slowly, and said, "It's coming from the left and right, it might as well be as you wish."

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

But if you look closely, you can see that the Zanpakutō that Lorde is stroking in his right hand has been unsheathed for about half an inch, and it is possible to draw the sword at any time and cut off the head of the indifferent man with an unparalleled force.

The indifferent man didn't care about this, just glanced at it casually, then turned around and led the way to the temple, and reminded lightly: "It's a good thing to be vigilant, but it's best not to attack me, otherwise the people who suffer will only suffer. Could be you."

Lord followed behind, and after hearing this, the end of his brow sank, and there was a slight chill in his eyes: "I can understand the meaning of this sentence, you have sufficient confidence, won't you be killed by me? "

"This is neither provocation nor self-confidence." The indifferent man paused for about half a second before saying with a self-mockery, "Maybe you can kill me in the future, but it's definitely not now, and I look forward to that day. advent."

"Listen to what you mean, seems to be expecting me to kill you?"

"In a way... yes."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I am a sinner, cursed by God, so I look forward to death."

When speaking of this, Lorde could hear a hint of sadness and mourning in the indifferent man's voice, as if he was regretting the sins he had committed.

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

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

Lord asked again: "Who the hell are you?"

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

Talking endlessly, he is obviously a riddleman again.

Lord knew that it would be useless to ask, so he was too lazy 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 area is not large.

There is neither a high-altitude deity statue for sacrifice nor any related relief frescoes, only a black stone tablet.

But unlike the stele seen in the temple below, this black stele has no paintings, only dense Akkadian characters, like inscriptions used to record major events, deeply embedded in inscriptions The monument is several inches deep.

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

The blue veins on the corner of Lord's eyebrows throbbed, looking 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 raised his finger to the stone tablet and said, "You only need to touch the stone tablet to hear his voice."