Chapter 634: The Warrior's Fate is Death
Aiwass stared at Origen and uttered a voice that had become hoarse and low, as if coming from the abyss:
"I have returned from the future, Origen. From the future after we are all dead."
"future……"
Origen murmured, "It's like you saw the future before."
Obviously, as Helechin's most trusted deputy and the strongest warrior among his entourage, Origen had known that Helechin had the ability to see the future.
As a warrior of the Path of Power, Origen's brain clearly wasn't very effective. It wasn't that he was mentally retarded, but rather that his overly pure heart made him unaccustomed to pursuing the truth.
Just silent, calm and loyal.
Day after day, he wielded his sword, tempering his body. There was nothing else he could do. He did what Heleqin said; he praised Heleqin's righteous deeds, admired his morality and courage, but he didn't intend to dictate Heleqin's behavior—he simply listened and then acted.
Only with such single-mindedness and sincerity of heart could one reach this state while still relatively young. The pure heart of a warrior had no room for the weak emotion known as curiosity. The path of strength was pure, and the turbidity of the path of wisdom could not taint his heart.
——It doesn’t matter whether Heleqin turns into a ghost or Heleqin returns in the future.
Origen's instinct, as calm and clear as a water mirror, has already told him that the person in front of him is Heleqin.
He never forgot his original intention.
Although his life had been saved by Heleqin...but such a mere life-saving favor, which could only be repaid with death at most, was not enough for him to abandon his warrior dignity and devote his lifelong loyalty. What truly made him decide to follow Heleqin was Heleqin's kindness and righteous deeds.
——Origen wanted to be a good person.
He also had dreams and wanted to live for others since he was a child.
But the dream of "bringing light back to the earth" is too ambitious.
During his long journey of honing his martial arts, he gradually came to understand that simply harboring a sincere heart of kindness didn't guarantee a positive outcome. Even with the best of intentions, one could still be exploited, lose sight of the fog, or miss out on opportunities.
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 be better than their accomplices!
It was for this reason that Origen approached Helechin and his followers.
Relying on Heleqin's thinking, as well as the collective wisdom and individual strengths of his companions, he was finally able to give up thinking and exist transparently as an increasingly sharp weapon.
Being able to move forward with a clear mind and unwavering resolve without having to think, trusting your guide wholeheartedly and being certain that this is the right path - this is the happiness of being led.
So when Helechin said the first sentence, Origen 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 before that Heleqin had any connections with such a powerful demon...but since Lord Heleqin was willing to hand over the demon-punishing weapon to me, it's obviously not surprising that such a thing happened.
The Night Demon silently transformed into a pitch-black crow and landed on the shoulder of the Wild Hunt King, who wore silver armor and exuded a dark, eerie aura of death, wielding a crimson giant sword. It seemed to merge with the black mist that was constantly seeping out of him.
"Origin..."
Heleqin uttered a dark and hollow voice: "Do you know how we died in the end?"
"...I am a dull person, Your Excellency."
Origen said in a steady, low voice, "So I don't know."
He was a sturdy lizardman. As a male, his coloring was much brighter than that of a female. His overall dark gray body was dotted with numerous large, dark red markings. From a distance, he looked like a lingering flame encased in black charcoal.
His head was covered in tough flesh spikes, and his body was covered in armor-like scales. His face was more like a legendary dragon than a lizard.
"—we fought to the death."
"Just as we saw before," Helechin replied.
"I am prepared, Master Helechin," Origen replied.
"We ultimately died because of betrayal, but even without that betrayal, we would have been defeated... because the gods were not on our side. From the very beginning, this was a losing battle."
"Yes, sir."
Origen said calmly, not angry at the betrayal: "But we are still here."
"The giants stewed our bones into a pot of soup. The giants eventually force-fed that broth to those we wanted to protect... and they drank it with tears. And we, in turn, became undead, lingering in the Valley of the Headless. With no bones left to bury, we eventually became man-eating evil spirits."
Heleqin, the King of the Wild Hunt, spoke a long speech this time.
At this moment, Origen's calm expression was finally touched.
He had thought about death and had long been prepared for death.
For a soldier, his fate is to die in battle.
——The warrior’s path is one of death and no life.
A warrior is someone whose vocation is war and combat. They are born to fight and show no fear even in the face of death.
To grow old in bed, with the fear of the twilight road infecting one's soul, is a warrior's shame.
...But that's what I said.
Origen still felt a little sad when he heard that he had degenerated into a man-eating evil spirit after his death.
"So what should we do now, Your Excellency?"
Origen humbly pleaded, "Take the priest with you, commit suicide and complete the funeral before being captured? Or simply destroy our souls?"
Among the options he offered, there was not even the possibility of "Let's run away" from the very beginning.
“No need to do anything.”
Heleqin replied: "I am not saying this so that you can find a way to avoid misfortune after death.
"—I'm telling you that since I've returned with the power from the other side... now, we can't be defeated."
As he said this, he took two steps with the Ghost Pegasus towards Origen.
"Do you know the locations of the three gathering points, 'breast', 'tenderloin', and 'ribs'?"
The King of the Wild Hunt asked in a deep voice.
Origen got on his horse and answered subconsciously, "I know..."
Heleqin said: "Then you will lead the way."
"But, Your Excellency... didn't you personally experience a future where we were defeated and perished? Or did you, after returning, see a future where we were victorious?"
"Of course not."
"Then, Mr. Helechin..."
"Even if I saw the future, experienced the future, and returned from the future—does that mean this future is predetermined?"
The new King of the Wild Hunt asked back.
Origen was stunned.
...What else?
Didn't you come back from that future? Not only did you dream about it like an illusion, but you even saw it with your own eyes and experienced it firsthand... Doesn't this prove that it was real?
He didn't know what to say for a moment.
Born Horus, he spent his adult life training in the ancient Parthian Empire. One nation excelled in divination, the other in astrology, and in the mouths of those mysterious astrologers and prophets, the future seemed sacred and inviolable.
In his hometown, even the greatest warrior leader would return home to prepare his own coffin and funeral because his death was predicted by the priest.
There have always been prophecies that failed due to lack of skill, lack of clues, or misunderstanding. Even if there are denials, they all come from their enemies.
——There has never been a prophet or astrologer like Mr. Helechin who completely denied his own predictions without making any excuses or giving any reasons.
"Wake up, Origen."
Helechin said, his voice strong and powerful: "There is no such thing as fate.
"Listen carefully, Origen. I am a very stubborn person. Even if someone told me that the world would end one day in the future; even if I saw that future with my own eyes, even if everyone told me that it was true..."
As Aiwass spoke, black smoke seeped out from him and spread in all directions. The smoke merged with the blood moon summoned by the Night Demon, making the sky even darker.
A dim light flowed from Heleqin's body.
There was only a crisp sound, and the mask slipped off, covering Heleqin's face, and making his voice become 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—"
The surrounding space turned into dusk, and time seemed to freeze.
The pitch-black ghost Pegasus roared and flew, walking on the ice!
Helena's drawn-out voice echoed repeatedly in Origen's ears:
"——The future of the next second cannot be changed!"
(End of this chapter)
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