Arknights' Lock of Heaven

"I'll do my best," Chen nodded, barely managing to say, "After encountering so many secrets today, I don't think anything could surprise me any more."

After all, she knew a little about the mastermind behind Kosichelle's unrest.

"You... are called Amiya?" This was the first time Kosichek had ever heard of Amiya's name.

"Cast, if I asked you to create an illusion for me that I could be obsessed with forever, would you refuse?"

Amiya fell silent.

At this point, silence is an admission.

"Black magic draws from memories, not consciousness; it's not a one-way process but a two-way sowing and reaping..."

"How is this possible? How is this possible?!" Kosichek could no longer maintain his calm demeanor; he hadn't lost his composure even when he revealed that he was caught in the net.

"How could such an absurd thing happen in the world?"

"Castel, what's going on? Have all the Sarkaz in Kazdel gone mad?"

"They actually have a king from another race?"

"They actually tolerated all this?! Is the Sarkaz about to perish? What about those old fogies? What about those warlords and nobles?"

"Wait, I see, I see!"

A glint flashed in Kosich's eyes.

"No wonder, no wonder a warrior like Bozokastie was caught off guard in front of me and died so easily!"

"The last Wendigo died at the hands of the Demon King," Kosiché muttered to himself. "He didn't die by my hand, but by the illusion you created? The so-called hope you offered?"

At this moment, the prophecy that had long been broken took on a completely new interpretation in the Corsi cut.

Unfortunately, those outside the snare of fate brought a new direction, and fate itself became murky in the face of this pebble thrown into the water.

The so-called prophecies of the past are no longer certain.

"What did you promise him? Hope? A future? Something that would make him willingly die?"

"So that's how it is, the Demon King of Castor, the Demon King of another race..."

"Then everything that happened now has an explanation..."

“It’s you, isn’t it?” He looked at Amiya, his eyes filled with certainty. “You’ve been watching all the preparations I’ve made.”

“You are unwilling to accept defeat in the war between the two kings, but a Demon King of Kastel cannot inherit the cause of the previous Demon King. Your race will make all Sarkaz question your legitimacy.”

"So you've set your sights on me, on the Reunion Movement, and on Bojokasti."

"You need a force, a force powerful enough to shut up those old-fashioned Sarkaz, to bring you back to Kazdel and continue that anticlimactic war between the two kings!"

"The Sarkaz are used to obeying the strong. As long as you, the king of this alien race, have enough power, they will naturally shut up."

“You remnants of the Tower of Babel just watch me act, watch Chernobog be slaughtered as I planned.”

"Until now, using the fact that Lungmen and Yan Kingdom will not get involved in the war with Ursus as leverage, they have joined forces with an unknown powerhouse from Yan Kingdom to ruin my plan."

"Then, you appeared in this core city like saviors, pinned all the blame on me, entered this tower in full view of everyone, and then used my head to win the hearts of the Reunion Movement."

"I imagine the area beneath the tower is now teeming with people waiting for your triumphant return, isn't it?"

80. What can a few words sway?

Chen looked at Amiya with a horrified expression. Although he had just said that he probably wouldn't be surprised by anything anymore, but...

Koschei's explanation was so logical. She took a few deep breaths of the scorching air and told herself that this was all provocation, a conspiracy by Koschei.

But she couldn't help but look at Amiya.

She was unaware of everything that had happened in the square in front of her, and she was also unaware of the existence of the so-called Everlasting Flower.

Sensing Chen's gaze, Amiya gave her a bright smile.

Then he turned to look at Kosichek.

"It seems that the so-called gods are nothing more than this..."

"Oh, are you going to refute me?" Kosiche spread his hands. "Are you going to refute everything I've deduced?"

"Then come on, use the eloquence you're prepared to use to refute the rigid Sarkaz in the grand debate to refute me!"

“No eloquence is needed,” Amiya shook her head. “You don’t understand Princess Theresa at all.”

"If you don't understand her views, her ideals, or her actions, then in your eyes, the War of the Two Kings of Kazdel is probably just a common power struggle, isn't it?"

"Anyone who truly understands the inside story wouldn't make such a flawed deduction. Refuting you? I don't need to."

"All kings have lofty ambitions in front of their ministers. They present their ideals to their subjects, promote their ideas, and sell so-called hope."

"But these are all measures to consolidate their rule. To maintain their rule, they can even swallow back what they said yesterday. I've seen too much of this; it's all the same."

"So, I have no interest in knowing about the Theresa you're talking about."

"And you, the Demon King of Kazdel, are you trying to persuade the tribes, nobles, and warlords of Kazdel with the so-called ideals of the previous queen?"

"If ideals were really that effective, capable of bringing the world to submission, there would be no war between two kings."

"This will only make me look down on you."

“And what about you?” Amiya retorted, “What about the so-called Rhodes Island conspiracy you’ve deduced from your filthy, scheming mind?”

"Do you really think this holds water? Don't you think it's full of flaws?"

“Indeed,” Kosiché nodded frankly. “For example, how did you learn about my plan? How did you remnants of the Tower of Babel know about and contact the being that threw the meteor from the sky?”

“Bozokastie, I thought I knew him, that he wouldn’t be trapped in the illusions created by the Demon Lord, just as he wouldn’t return to Kazdel, but he still succumbed to you.”

"Isn't he also an obstacle in your plans? Bozokasti has too much prestige in the Reunion Movement, and he also has elites like the Shield Guard under his command, so you can't let him go."

"The best option is for him to die at the hands of me, the culprit, and you can also use this to win over the Shield Guards."

"What I'm most curious about is how you persuaded Bozokasti. His temper is as solid as ice beneath the Arctic tundra. How did you sway him? Through illusions created by the Demon King?"

“I have never given anyone unrealistic hope,” Amiya shook her head, “nor have I ever made any promises to Mr. Patriot.”

“Indeed, you are the Demon King,” Kosichek shook his head. “How could a cunning Demon King possibly reveal everything?”

"But is this intricately linked plan the scheme of the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel? It seems a bit... unrealistic."

“I admit that Bojokast’s guerrillas are elite, but they are far too few in number, while the remaining thugs of the Reunion Movement…”

At this point, Kosiché chuckled softly, "What can they possibly accomplish? Any regular army could easily crush them."

"To the evil spirit of Babel, are the Reunion Movement members just byproducts? What he truly desires is this banner, this name!"

"Because of your status, you cannot obtain the power of the Sarkaz and inherit the position of the Demon King, so you must seek power elsewhere."

"Are the infected the force you value?"

"This is something that the nations of Terra cannot tolerate. If the Reunion Movement is defeated, it's fine if the flag is gone, but if you take over this flag like this, you will face more than just Kazdel and Ursus."

"Before you grow up, before you arm the infected, all countries will spare no effort to strangle you, because you really have the potential to rise up with the infected."

"Even the Yan Kingdom, which you helped so much this time, will be no exception."

"This isn't some underhanded conspiracy. If you want to use the infected, you have to stand in front of everyone and let everyone see you."

“Everyone in the world has their place, and those monarchs will not allow the infected to raise their heads and overthrow them.”

"Or do you have other plans?" Kosiché asked with interest. "Or is it a desperate gamble, a decision to take this chance?"

"Is this your deduction?" Amiya couldn't help but laugh. "That's... absolutely outrageous."

"Or are you planning to use this to pin all the crimes you've committed on Rhodes Island?"

To be honest, she was still a little worried about facing the evil god who had been hiding in Ursus for thousands of years, but looking at the other party's determined face, Amiya suddenly felt a little relieved.

"You don't intend to admit it?" Kosiché shook his head. "My deductions were all wrong? Do you, who call yourselves remnants of Rhodes Island's Tower of Babel, you, the Demon King of Castor, appear before me now simply for the sake of justice?"

"For love and peace?"

"If my deduction is incorrect, then why are you here? Shouldn't you, as the losers, stay far away from the center of events that are affecting the entire continent? Why are you cautiously hiding in the gutter, hoping that one day a turning point will come?"

“Commander Chen,” Amiya ignored the mocking smile on Kosich's face and turned to look at Chen, “Now I finally understand what the old Yan saying, ‘You can’t talk about ice with a summer insect, and you can’t know the ambition of a swan with a sparrow,’ means.”

"Is that so?" Chen looked at Koschche. "There are always people who judge others by their own petty standards."

“I understand!” Kosiché sneered. “Little Chen, do you still intend to trust this organization that has been hiding behind the scenes from the very beginning?”

Hearing this, Amiya quietly looked at Chen.

“I only believe my own eyes,” Chen said slowly as he drew his Chixiao sword. “When Lungmen was in danger, it was Amiya who stood by my side.”

"I only trust my sword. When facing the Reunion Movement, it was Rhodes Island that extended a helping hand to Lungmen."

“And you!” She raised the Crimson Sky and pointed it at Kosichev, “You were the one who planned to start the war, you were the one who orchestrated everything behind the scenes, and you were the one who caused all this tragedy.”

"Do you really think that the will that sustained me from Longmen to come here can be shaken by a few words?"

81 is still black...

Clang!

The blade of Chixiao sliced ​​through the blazing flames.