Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 417: The Cursed One

The indifferent man makes an invitation.

But Lord was very cautious and didn't rush in to find out 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 for twelve points, and has not figured out his indifference. Before the man's origin, he would never easily step into that temple.

The reason is obviously clear.

In such a relic left by civilization millions of years ago, or even more distant ago, the appearance of the Tower of Babel is already surprising enough, and now suddenly there is a stranger life in front of you. Man, how can he not be vigilant?

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

Although he doesn’t know exactly where he came from, this feeling of disgust lingers like a shadow in my heart, as if it is an allergen that is naturally rejected by some humans. It is so serious that he is now Can't wait to give the other party a knife!

This feeling is not right for Lord.

Because if the **** of death wants to master a stronger power, the first trial that must be passed is to have deep soul communication with the Zanpakudao, and the advantage of doing so is that it will gradually let the **** of death's mood and spirit , Resulting in an earth-shaking change.

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

Perhaps 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 experiencing tempering. Therefore, it is almost impossible for external factors to affect him. Possible thing.

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, seeming to see the scruples in his heart, and he spoke slowly, saying, “Don’t feel vigilant and confused. I hate me. It’s normal, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you."

"Very interesting rhetoric."

Lord pressed 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 person 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 told you that I am not interested in the truth, would 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'Destiny Tablet' can open it. This remains a monument, and that person...is you."

"Destiny clay 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!

"To be precise...that's part of it." The indifferent man said: "The real fate tablet records everything about..., but it has already followed that The battle is broken together, and all you see is just one piece."

There are seven tablets of destiny, and according to legend, they record 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 are no accidents in the world, some are just inevitable..." Lord muttered this sentence in a low voice, as he had previously guessed, since the moment he got the fate of fate, the invisible The thread of cause and effect has already entangled him.

So, there is no use escaping.

Even if he leaves here today, he will eventually return to this monument 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 chuckled suddenly, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I will come from left and right. It's better to be as you wish."

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 to the temple, reminding faintly: “Being vigilant is a good thing, but it’s better not to attack me, or you will suffer. The person can only be you."

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

"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 it. That day is coming."

"Listening to what you mean, I look forward to my killing you?"

"In a way...yes."

"Can you tell me why?"

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

At this point, 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."

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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 area is not large.

There are neither high platform gods used for sacrificial rites 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, in an inscribed manner It is deeply embedded in the stele body 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."