The word father was so strange to Fan that it never appeared once in his life full of blood and cruelty.
When he was a child, he was told that he was a modified person created by the organization.
He was different from mortals.
He had a nobler life, and his life belonged to the organization.
The Angel of Death was his parent.
When the ignorant children are still trying to distinguish the meaning of the word "parents", the cruel trial of survival has already begun.
The wandering between life and death, the collision between blood and coldness, for a child, his childhood almost determines his life.
Fan survived, and not only that, he also survived by finishing first in the trial.
This is something to be proud of, but it also puts a harsh yoke on his painful childhood.
Killing and gore.
He has no relatives in this world, only himself.
He has struggled, hesitated, and also been weak.
No one is indestructible.
In the late night of every sunset, and the nights when countless nightmares arise, Brahman, who has taken off the disguise of indifference, like all mortals, longs for his own emotions and his own softness.
There is a city in everyone's heart.
Others cannot enter and you cannot get out.
Brahma forges solid walls with indifference, and builds cold gates with coldness.
No one understands escape better than him, and no one understands this loneliness more deeply than he does.
Go on the road alone, face hordes of enemies alone, fight against the whole world alone.
But doesn't he crave emotion?
If the answer is no, why did he leave the Angel of Death.
When faced with the pursuit of an entire family or even the entire world, how could he not long for the help of others?
How could he not long for a warm and safe embrace every late night when he was seriously injured and didn't know where he would be tomorrow?
He was not a god, just a mortal.
He will also be tired and sentimental, but when these are forced to put on a strong shield, everything becomes his indifferent and indestructible coldness.
Weakness is death, so he is stubborn and inhumane.
If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself.
His friends will eventually leave him.
And the people he cares about will eventually die because of him, everyone is with him, and the whole world is rejecting him.
And he didn't do anything wrong.
He was just a man struggling to survive.
Because of his little bit of conscience that he didn't want to die, he was forced to this point by the world.
He has long been tired, but he cannot give in.
He believes that his destiny is in his own hands, not what others say is a given.
And when he finally gave up.
When he vowed to take revenge on the entire world, someone told him that he was not alone, he had a father.
And that person was standing in front of him at this moment, facing countless beings standing at the pinnacle of the world, arrogantly and coldly announcing that he would take him away, even if he had to fight the whole world, because he was his father.
Should I cry or laugh?
However, Fan discovered that he actually only had indifference and a blazing flame that had just risen.
It was instantly doused by a basin of cold water from his cruel past.
Resentment, no, no.
He is not resentful, but he is even less grateful.
In what way does this cruel apocalypse perfectly destroy a person's innocence, a person's persistence, and distort a person's most basic pursuit.
After standing still, Fan smiled softly.
Not a wry smile, not a sneer.
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Not even a smile.
"What did you say?"
Jessol couldn't accept Luo's words and couldn't help but stand up.
His panicked and even horrified eyes were filled with incredible confusion.
I have never seen the First Speaker so panicked, ever.
And had the same reaction as him.
He is the peak speaker for most of the people here.
"He is your child, and your child is the native species in the prophecy.
You said his name is Gray Wing Fan, then you are the son of Wing who should have died back then."
Just such a simple sentence, the content contained in it almost reveals the past and future of the entire peak, and when all these broken pasts merge together in an instant, the shock and earth-shattering it brings The few Speakers who know this well.
The veins on the back of the hand holding the seat are exposed, and the back is covered with cold sweat.
"You are afraid of Jessore, I can feel your fear."
Luo said expressionlessly.
"You must not have imagined that there is someone in the Angel of Death epic, who is remembered by the entire human civilization, who brazenly entered alone in the face of the endless Zerg sea counterattack, who fought for three days and three nights, but was finally hit by a nuclear bomb, and was The one you filthy plotted to kill, the Lord Wing of the Death Angel Gray Wing City, his poor dead son, is me.
Unexpectedly, in order to clear all the obstacles to the establishment of the Peak Council, you planned the entire insect riot by threatening your young grandson, but you did not actually kill the child.
He survived despite all the attempts by you to kill him.
In the Peak Project family, at the cost of his grandfather’s life, we continued the final glory of Gray Wings.”
"And today, what you can't even imagine is that the Gray Wings, which you thought were extinct, actually never existed.
We are back, bringing the native species you fear most with us."
Luo's roar penetrated the hall, and the long-suppressed humiliation made his roar full of sadness and release.
For a moment, the solid and lightless hall could hardly bear his anger, and a boulder the size of a human head fell down.
It's just a roar, but it's so crazy The Lightless Hall was silent.
Most people had never touched upon the past that Luo was describing at this moment.
The Lord of Gray Wing City, the great being who is famous in the history of mankind, was actually murdered by Yin Ying.
So those heroes who also rushed into the insect wave alone and sacrificed themselves to turn the tide by themselves, did they also have the same fate?
The uncontrollable imagination is shocking and terrifying, impacting the world view of every young peak person present.
If this is the true face of the Peak Council, then are they executioners who help others commit crimes, or are they ignorant wretches?
Cold sweat couldn't help but flow down my forehead.
"It's nonsense" Faced with a situation that was almost out of control, Jessore shouted loudly However, Luo simply ignored Jessore's rebuttal.
In his opinion, this rebuttal was ridiculously weak.
"Actually, I should thank you very much.
If you hadn't allowed my father to fight into the insect swarm, he wouldn't have obtained the egg from the secondary mother nest.
Although it was just a damaged egg, the energy contained in it was just right.
It is the lifelong dream of those of you who rely on insect crystals to survive, and it is precisely because of it that I can become so strong."
"Brother's Egg" Jessall suddenly started to wake up.
"I should have destroyed you.
I should have completed my revenge when I was still in the Peak Council.
But unfortunately, before my plan was completed, everything was ruined by one person.
She helped you She escaped death, but at the cost of her own son."
"Do you think I'm right?
My wife, the mother of the original species, the great oracle of the Summit Council, Lin" There was an uproar "What did he say" "The Oracle is the mother of his wife's native species"
"No way how is this possible?"
"Oracle, Lord Oracle" "It's nonsense, it's nonsense."
Jessore has completely lost control of the situation.
The impact of these words from Luo on him, and even on the entire parliament, is almost devastating.
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"Whether it's all nonsense, I think the Oracle himself should know very well, am I right, my dear wife?"
Luo's words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
A woman who killed his father, He carelessly lost his child, and ultimately brought disaster to the child.
Such a mother, such a wife.
The resentment he felt toward Lin in his heart was beyond words.
"I'm sorry, Luo, our child" "Shut up, you don't deserve to call him your child, let alone his mother."
"Luo Wo" Tears were like a flood that burst a dam, flooding Lin's eyes.
She sobbed silently, and finally lost her support amidst all the regret and pain, and fell heavily to the ground, covering her face with tears.
"My child, my child, I'm sorry for you, mother, I'm sorry for you" The noisy hall was silent, and the people who should have been horrified by the facts were uniformly expressionless.
Perhaps they were numb, numb after too many shocks.
When the Oracle admitted everything, all they could do was remain silent.
There is only silence.
Deathly silence.
Including Brahman
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