Dust of History Chapter 5: Weak fate (Part 2)

"You are still the same as before..." Inham shook his head slightly, the tenderness in his eyes dissipated, and he turned and walked towards the place where the gargoyle was placed in the distance. This is his last look at the tenderness of the past, a farewell glance to all the tenderness of twenty years ago.

No matter how beautiful it is, what is gone is gone after all. Also, no matter how brutal, the future is coming. The two are also unchangeable, and how to face them still has to be faced.

"Stop." Vidnina's voice was suddenly sharp. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry. I have something very important to do. If I have a chance, I'll be your audience again. If I still have the chance...bye..." Inham didn't turn his head, and walked faster and faster.

"I said stop." Vidnina waved her hand, and a high wall of green flames almost brushed Inham's toes and suddenly shot up from the ground.

Inham frowned and stopped.

Sandro didn't speak or move. He didn't even seem to want to stop Inham from leaving him. His face was still gloomy, but the violent murderous look was gone. With two people.

"Why, my words make you very uncomfortable, so you don't want to listen and run away?"

"I'm not running away, I just have something to do."

"What else can you do? Haven't you realized that all this is fate, and what you do is in vain?"

"Since you know I'm useless, what are you doing to stop me?"

"Do you think there is hope?"

"Maybe one in ten thousand."

"I don't let go of such a small possibility, you remind me of a crazy gambler."

"You know that I never gamble. I only do what I think I should do. No matter how small the chance is, it is an opportunity. If you don't do it, you will lose even one in ten thousand chance."

After a moment of silence, Vidnina said slowly: "There are just some things I must tell you now. Because there may be no chance in the future."

"Oh?" Inham was slightly surprised. "You say."

"Do you know? You are weak. You have always been like this from before to now. You are not inferior to anyone in terms of talent and brains, but you are still a failure until now because you are weak."

Inham sighed softly. He shook his head slightly.

"Don't deny it. Think about it for yourself, what have you done with your heart in the past twenty years? Traveling around the mountains and rivers? Fooling around with your countless lovers all over the continent? If you can concentrate all your energy into one You will never be what you are now. Whether you are concentrating on studying magic or striving for a greater position of power, you can have greater power to deal with what happened later, and even have a little hope that you can delay the fate. Gears. But you don’t have one. From the moment you refuse to face your fate, you are doomed to escape weakly all your life, waiting to be crushed by fate by the gears of the times. You don’t obey fate, but even resist fate You don’t have the determination and perseverance, from the moment you choose to escape your fate, your end is already doomed.”

"Is this a lesson to me? Thank you." Inham gave a wry smile, stretched out his hand to face the high green wall of flames and nodded a few times. A path spread out in the middle of the flames. But just when he was about to continue to move forward, more violent flames shot up into the sky again, filling this gap in an instant.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet. Don't you know how to respect people?" The flames in Lich's eyes grew stronger.

"I know what you said, so I don't need to say any more." Inham said lightly.

"What I can't bear the most is your attitude. You are obviously wrong but unwilling to admit it, pretending to know everything by heart."

"It's not that you can't stand me pretending, but you can't stand your own weakness." Inham turned and looked at Vidnina. There is no trace of confusion in the eyes, and they are extremely clear. "Don't force me to say these things. I've always wanted to tell you these things, but I know you don't want to hear them."

"I'm weak?" The voice in the Lich's throat suddenly changed, like the sound of a thousand broken gongs that had been beating violently were suddenly cracked together. The flames in her eye sockets were so strong that they almost burst out, but her face still had the face of a skeleton. It could only be seen that she was very excited, and it was impossible to tell whether she was funny or something else. "I gave up such a beautiful body, so many things that countless people dreamed of, accomplished a feat of magic that even Archibald could not complete, and transformed into a lich. You actually said that I am weak? I am standing on the wheel of fate Pushing the wheels forward, not even the power of the entire continent can stop me, am I weak?"

"Weakness is a woman's right...of course, so is stubbornness." Inham smiled faintly.

"Forget it." Vidnina should be sneering. "You are nothing but a loser. In what areas can you beat me since the Magic Academy? Until now, compared with me, where have you won?"

"I admit that none of my understanding of magic, theological debates, and actual magic combat can catch up with you. It is true that you have won now, but the winner and the weak are not opposed to each other. It does not mean inner strength. The weaker the person, the more eager to prove himself with victory.

"Victory is victory and failure is failure. Where is the need for proof?"

"There is no need to prove it, so why do you want me to stay and listen carefully to your victory declaration? Don't you want to see me remorseful and remorseful to verify your own success? At least I'm sure Archibald never hoped I have been great before, and I never felt that way. He didn’t transform into a lich, either because he couldn’t or because he didn’t want to, because he faced his own life calmly. He was a great person because he accepted everything that belonged to him. Including death and failure." Inham paused, looked at the unusually strong flames in Vidnina's eye sockets and sighed, and continued. "The so-called fate, in fact, none of us can grasp it. All we can do is face it. The formation and uprooting of the dark star is just a cycle of the world itself. After the dark star releases the doomsday judgment, maybe Even the Undead Lord himself will disappear. What can you get? It’s just an illusion that transcends everything. In fact, no matter what you do, where you stand, you are still a speck of dust under the wheel of fate. What you pursue It’s not fate, what I’m after is the feeling that transcends everything.”

"Don't you feel that everything you do is being forced by yourself? Being forced by your obsession to transcend everything. Why can't you be stronger. Go face it and accept it, but want to To escape in this way? I know that we all have something to do to you, but you also have to understand that we all have our own positions. Our own reasons... In fact, no matter you chose to wait for me to come back, or choose other People, you will be better than now..."

"Shut up—" An angry shout burst from the Lich's body, the sound was so loud and violent that one wondered if it would shatter her tattered and withered body.

"I'm done talking, goodbye." The expression on Inham's face didn't change at all, the wall of fire behind him had been extinguished, and he turned around and continued walking in the original direction.

"Go to hell." The flames in Vidnina's eye sockets seemed to have been poured into a hundred catties of kerosene. Exuberant enough to burn everything except anger to ashes. Her withered hand was raised. The black magic wave surged and condensed on her arm, and a huge green firebird appeared in front of her instantly.

There are no hot air waves or any abnormalities in the air. The degree of condensed flames has almost reached a solid state, and all the temperature and necromantic magic are contained in it without revealing it. The firebird spread its wings and turned into a green afterimage and flew towards Inham, whose back was facing her.

Inham is still walking. Although the fire bird was silent, even a monster with big ears who had no relationship with immortality and magic could feel the violent magic fluctuations, but he didn't even turn his head.

In the blink of an eye, the firebird turned into an extremely dense sea of ​​green flames that engulfed Inham's figure, and even the surrounding obsidian ground melted under the high temperature mixed with necromantic magic. A flame similar to the dragon's land * technique, no object can survive under this flame.

The flames in Vidnina's eyes had already diminished a lot. What this spell released was not only magic, but also her anger that drowned out her reason. She seemed to be in a daze, just staring blankly at the sea of ​​flames that engulfed Inham's figure, and kept her withered hand in mid-air without letting go. Once she remains motionless like this, she is indeed no different from a statue.

The sea of ​​flames dissipated, and the ground turned into a large expanse of lava, and the flames in Vidnina's eye sockets that had already faded suddenly flourished again.

Because Hamm was still there, he still walked in the original direction without turning his head. The only difference from before was that he turned up the hood of the robe he was wearing, covering his whole body. Under that robe.

"The robe of the ghost king? Teacher...you..." Vidnina exclaimed ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked at Sandro.

Sandro replied lightly: "He stole it from me before."

"Aren't you going to stop him?" Vidnina asked in surprise. The ghost king's robe can resist all magical attacks, but it does not mean that it is truly invincible, at least not in front of Sandro's corpse control technique.

"Why should I stop him?" Sandro asked, still standing there motionless.

"He put on the robe of the ghost king. He violated Lord Archibald's legacy and is a traitor to the necromancer. And he didn't treat you back..."

"That was before." Sandro nodded. "Before just now, he was indeed the person I wanted to kill the most. But now I want to see what he wants to do and what he can do."

"He must be trying to find a way to prevent the arrival of the Necromancer. As a necromancer, this is absolutely not allowed."

"I've already quit Diago, you don't know, go find other members of the guild." Sandro also turned and walked in another direction. "Suddenly I remembered that I also have something to do..."