Chapter 1295 - 584: Destiny’s Guidance

Chapter 1295: Chapter 584: Destiny’s Guidance

He remembered.

In the past, he had not been without suspicions.

Over the long years, occasionally in moments of daze, a shred of doubt had flickered—was this "prophecy" too convenient?

But every time this thought arose, it was smoothed over and concealed by an invisible, deep force, strengthening his firm belief in the "prophecy" and his hatred for the "arch-enemy" yet to emerge.

Now, that veil that had been draped over his consciousness was ruthlessly lifted by Herbert.

He recalled Gall’s rashness and impulsiveness, that identical zeal in unwavering belief in the "prophecy".

Could it be that even Gall’s personality was unknowingly magnified and guided towards a more obsessive direction?

He remembered suppressing the different voices within, making them continue to wait with him...

Those displays he considered as firm conviction, now in hindsight, carried a sense of unnatural guidance and reinforcement.

He was like a marionette being manipulated, yet thought he was expressing free will on stage.

"Ahhhh—"

He suddenly clutched his head, letting out an agonized howl.

It wasn’t physical pain, but the foundation of faith being shaken, the shock of overturned self-awareness, a fierce soul-level tremor.

Shame!

Boundless shame burned his Spirit Body like poisonous flames!

He, the Legion Commander of the last Heroic Spirit Legion of the Divine Kingdom, who prided himself as the most loyal Guardian of the Divine, had unknowingly become a puppet controlled by others?!

Thousands of years!

He had led the entire legion, waiting bitterly in this ruin, with all sacrifices made, all tears of blood shed, possibly based on a lie from the very beginning.

Based on the malicious guidance of some behind-the-scenes manipulator!

Not only did he fail to protect the last hope of the Divine Kingdom, but he might have been deceived all along, walking on the wrong path.

"I, I actually..."

His voice was broken, filled with self-loathing and despair, painfully confessing.

"I actually was so foolish! So... blind!!!"

The immense regret almost crushed him entirely.

Compared to the emptiness from the previous collapse of faith, this recognition of being "used" and "played with" brought a pain a hundred times stronger.

Now, what face does he have to confront those comrades who trusted and followed him to the end?

What right does he have to hope for forgiveness from the Divine?

He looked at his hands covered in iron armor, hands that once wielded the Giant Sword, vowing to cut down all enemies who blasphemed his master.

But now, these hands, along with his blinded soul, have already unintentionally tainted that vow?

Herbert watched him quietly, immersed in immense pain and self-inquiry, without offering comfort.

"..."

Some pains must be chewed thoroughly to truly awaken.

Although in Herbert’s view, the pain wasn’t the Legion Commander’s fault, he had done well enough.

Since the other party had the ability to interfere with the Epic’s thinking, their power and status were naturally astonishing, beyond what the Legion Commander could resist.

However, forgiveness from others couldn’t truly free the Legion Commander; only he could truly forgive the "sins" he committed.

Time flowed slowly in the dead silence, only occasionally broken by the Legion Commander’s soul-level wails.

After a long while, until the Legion Commander’s trembling gradually subsided, leaving only a dead silence and decay.

Only then did Herbert speak again, his voice returning to the previous calm: "Now, are you calm?"

The Legion Commander slowly lifted his head, his Soul Fire dim like embers about to extinguish, nodded slowly, movements stiff and heavy.

He didn’t answer.

At this moment, he didn’t know what to say, just growing more silent, silently chewing on his pain and regret.

He resembled a mountain drained of all power, leaving only a broken shell.

"Then, tell me."

Herbert did not let him off, his gaze sharpening like a hawk’s targeting its prey, stared into his eyes, asking: "Do you remember? Who told you this prophecy?"

"Who, or... what kind of ’existence’ was involved?"

The ruins sank into prolonged silence, only the wind’s whimper among the rubble, as if also waiting for this answer.

The Legion Commander lowered his head deeply, as if dredging difficultly through the polluted memory swamp in the depths of his soul.

His Spirit Body trembled slightly, seemingly resisting some residual force in his soul, trying to make him forget.

Time gradually passed, his Spirit Body at times tense, at times relaxed, indicating how painful the process was.

As if tearing at a soul wound long healed but polluted.

But the Legion Commander did not utter a word, just knelt silently on the ground, eyes flickering with flames of anger.

Finally, after a struggle that seemed like another millennium, he raised his head.

His Soul Fire filled with confusion, along with a trace of the elusive imprint finally captured.

His voice was hoarse and ethereal, imbued with a sleepwalking-like uncertainty, slowly, word by word, he spoke: "...Destiny."

Herbert’s eyes narrowed, resisted the excitement, waiting for the Legion Commander to continue.

"Was it Destiny that guided me?"

The Legion Commander paused, his tone somewhat hesitant, as if confirming the feeling brought by the term.

Then, with all his strength, he uttered the name almost forgotten yet profoundly influential over him for thousands of years:

"It was the Destiny Church!"

He raised his head with difficulty, looking at Herbert’s calm and deep eyes, spoke with a deep voice: "It was them who told me that prophecy."

"Destiny is dead."

"But it never completely disappeared..."

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Ice Spike Hell.

"Tsk."

Sammi frowned deeply, her face displeased, clicking her tongue.

Unlucky.

Encountered this troublesome situation again.

"Again, you guys."

The unlucky Miss Devil who acted docile and pitiful before Herbert, now showed a cold and sinister expression, with an eerie aura.

She narrowed her eyes, raised the sharp poisoned dagger in her hand, warning those hooded figures facing her.

"I’ve already said, I have nothing to do with you, stop bothering me!"

"I don’t care whether you are the Qi Fortune Church or the Destiny Church, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Now, get out of my way."

Sammi really disliked these mysterious folks, always felt their aura was loathsome.

It’s been many years since the last encounter, thought they had given up completely, unexpectedly ran into them today.

Although Sammi’s attitude was poor, the response was very calm, even actively avoided, opening up a path.

The leading hooded figure bowed and apologized respectfully: "Please don’t worry, we are not here to stop you."

"This time we found you, just to ask you a question."

He ignored Sammi’s discontented gaze, respectfully and slowly asked: "Do you remember the ’prophecy’ we told you back then, child of calamity favored by Destiny?"

"Now, Destiny has given guidance... the time has come."

"As long as following the guidance of ’Destiny’, fulfilling the prophecy, you certainly can completely gain its favor, escaping this current state of being ultimately repelled by Misfortune."

Upon hearing the hooded figure’s words, Sammi frowned deeper.

"..."

She remained silent for a long time, her skin trembled, looking not well, with veins bulging on her forehead.

"Did you just say... ’state of being ultimately repelled by Misfortune’?"

Sammi gritted her teeth, her eyes reddened, exuding a furious aura, slowly asking: "When you found me back then..."

"Didn’t you say damn well that my luck was a ’gift from Destiny’!!?"

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