Original God's Dark Priest

Cassiodor's silence proved his identity. The golem knew Cassiodor very well and confirmed his suspicions: "That's right, it's you. You're finally back..."

I was ordered to guard this fortress... but the attacks of those brutal dragon lizards and barbarians were too fierce, so I had no choice but to retreat again and again and finally came here..."

The golem's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was gradually inaudible. Cassiodoro stood there, trying to distinguish his voice.

"It seems... many years have passed... Did they win... outside?"

Later on, the sound started to become intermittent.

Cassiodoro lowered his eyes and didn't answer the question. His emotions were keenly captured. The statue seemed to be about to laugh at itself, but it was too badly injured. After a long silence, it only muttered a few words: "Lost... huh... Is that so..."

Then, the stone statue completely shattered and turned into rubble on the ground.

Cassiodoro stared at the gravel on the ground without blinking for a long time. Finally, he said, "I'm sorry."

It is apologizing, apologizing to the golem.

"They are soldiers of the Supreme Legion." Cassiodore suddenly mentioned the identity of the golems. "They shoulder important missions and will receive the Supreme's blessing the moment they join the legion.

The Supreme One... once said that he would lead them, no, lead us, to break the shackles of Fatuna.

It was difficult, but I always believed that he could do it.

Until the day the disaster struck, I never imagined that destruction would come so quickly."

"Fatuna's shackles...are they fate?" Saphir understood the implication of Cassiodoro's words.

But the fate of Teyvat is determined. For countless years, there are only a handful of people who can resist fate, or even none.

But idealists will never give up because of sacrifice. They will always rush forward in the direction they have chosen.

Even if they are facing a wall, they believe that as long as their speed is fast enough and their strength is strong enough, they may be able to break through the wall.

In a way, Safire is not much different from them.

Cassiodoro's voice was a little heavy: "Yes, it is fate that cannot be defied. It turns out that everything we have done is in vain."

Lemuria was destroyed, and the surviving soldiers eventually lost the meaning of their existence.

Cassiodoro, who revisited his old place, could do nothing for them. All he could do was witness them welcoming their own brilliant ending in the magnificent explosion like fireworks.

Cassiodor did not think there was anything wrong with Saphir killing them, because for the soldiers who had lost their homes and hometowns, existence itself was a kind of pain.

But he still feels sad: "I don't even know his name, but his history has ended."

He tried to calm himself down. "No matter what, for a soul that hasn't been able to rest in peace for a thousand years, passing away like this is a kind of relief."

"I'm good at bringing the living back to life, and I'm also good at letting the dead rest in peace." Saphir has long been accustomed to such scenes. The soldiers of Lemuria are still lucky. After all, at least in the observation just now, the little leader golem still has self-awareness.

In the lower space of the abyss that she had experienced, those lost souls had lost all their intelligence in extreme suffering, and became monster-like beings that could not distinguish between friend and foe.

That scene was even more heartbreaking than now.

She walked deep into the cave and found a stone pillar wrapped with chains. There was a symbol of a musical movement on the stone pillar. This was where the seal was.

Without thinking too much, Saphir took out the Dust-Cleansing Bell and began to resonate with the music.

In a moment, the seal was lifted and one of the chains binding Scylla was untied.

Confirming its effectiveness, Saphir nodded slightly. "I have to say, the movement is indeed a very convenient thing. It simplifies many originally very complicated operations, easily achieving goals such as 'immortality', 'suppression', and 'coordination'."

"You... are praising the music? I thought you would be dismissive of it." Cassiodoro was a little surprised. After all, Saphir has always had a bad impression of the music and Lemuria.

Saphir walked out of the cave: "I am targeting Remus's overly idealistic and simplistic thinking. As a tool, the movement has already achieved everything it can.

This is a very useful tool for a ruler, but... unfortunately, Remus did not use it properly.

Perhaps idealists tend to get together easily. If Remus is like this, then Sibyl, who gave him the music, might also be a lunatic."

"..." Cassiodoro was silent. This woman belittled her own supreme being to worthless as soon as she opened her mouth. It was really hateful.

But he had to admit, it turned out she was right.

A civilization that has given up on inheritance and continuation is destroyed from the moment it makes that decision. No civilization is eternal, just like a frozen river, which is just a long strip of ice.

Cassiodor's silence did not stop Saphir. She walked towards the second location and said, "If being submerged by the sea is Lemuria's fate, then Remus's act of integrating your souls into the golem is not unreasonable.

However, to resist fate, one must first break the shackles. He only thought about how to save his people's lives when they were drowned, but never considered what this action would bring to you."

"Yes... Just as he wished, the sea can no longer take away our souls and lives... But our souls have become heavier because of this." Cassiodoro followed behind Saphir with his head down, feeling unhappy.

Ada glanced back at the rubble on the ground and sighed, "Is the essence of the movement...really confinement?"

"There's no demon god who doesn't love his people. Even the tyrant Decarapian only sought a moment of respite. Even this amount of time is unacceptable to humans.

What the demons consider their protection can become a heavy burden for humans. One man's meat is another's poison.

Abandoning the body and reshaping it with other materials isn't particularly difficult for a demon god, as their souls are inherently resilient. But... humans would find it tormenting. Saphir suddenly extended her hand, and a remarkably beautiful fish swam over, circling her arm twice before quickly departing.

Looking at the departing fish, she shook her head slightly: "If they can't bear it, the music can't hold them back. If the music is really a confinement in the name of love, Remus will not use it, so I prefer to believe that it is not the music itself that binds their souls.

It’s their own obsession.”

Having said this, she suddenly paused. Perhaps Remus was not that unbearable. Otherwise, why would these people stay in this world with such great pain just for the obsession in their hearts?

What is their obsession? Isn't it the eternal Lemuria?

"How sad..." Cassiodoro sighed, not knowing who was the sad one he was talking about.

Is it these golems that are bound by itself, or is it itself that has become a betrayer, or perhaps it is both.

"Let's go to the next place." Saphir said calmly. She was also slightly touched in her heart. Every soul who risked their lives for their homeland deserved respect, but she could not do anything for these people.

The only thing we can do is to pay them the highest tribute with extreme destruction.

The second location was also a cave. Compared to the previous one, there were far fewer golems in this cave, only about three or five.

Most of them just stood there quietly without saying a word. The only two golems that were talking to each other were talking about something that sounded very familiar to Safir and Ada.

"Hey! You idiot! Why are there still so many treasures left here? How long are you going to waste on getting them?"

"No, Boss! These treasures are too heavy. We've been moving them all day, and there's still so much left..."

"What are you doing with such a big body? Isn't it normal for these department treasures to be a little heavy?

Besides, these treasures were all confiscated from the damn barbarians...

Humph, those insects deserve to live like pigs and dogs. Leaving the treasure in their hands would be a waste of the gift of nature!"

"But if we want to transport all these treasures back to Lemuria, we have to ask them to send a few more ships."

"Are you an idiot? How could we possibly use the Empire's transport ships for something like this?"

"If that's the case, let's destroy it all! No matter what, not a single bit of it can fall into the hands of those barbarians!"

Hearing these words, Ada's face looked strange. She looked at Saphir, obviously remembering what happened before.

Saphir chuckled: "Isn't this the Idiot and the Treasure Boy? Interesting, I've met the real one here."

Then, another golem came over and said to the golem on this side, "Are you from the Ninth Legion? What are you doing here? According to orders, the Ninth Legion should have retreated to Kabudisburg."

Upon hearing this, the golem that had been scolding others immediately responded, “Ester! Don’t come and ruin our good fortune!

Anyway, dealing with these barbarians is easier than dealing with dead fish, so it doesn't matter if we play here for a while longer."

Esther seemed to have seen something: "These properties...Alas, I don't know how your tuner ordered you.

But the Supreme One ordered us to conquer these ignorant tribes in order to break the shackles of fate that bound them. And what you did... is undoubtedly a crime."

"Huh? Our commander, the great Lord Boethius, has ordered us to severely punish these barbarians." The leading golem seemed a little confused. "Besides, we haven't been punished at all, which means that both Phobos and His Majesty have tacitly approved of our actions.

You're talking nonsense about crime... Are you trying to pick a fight?"

This made Esther not know what to say, she was speechless.

Saphir's lips curved into a dangerous smile again.

Ada silently lit a candle in her heart, someone was going to suffer again.

Cassiodorus also saw this scene, but he pretended not to see it. Boethius brought it upon himself, and he would never say a good word for him.

Boethius didn't know that he was on record again because of the conversation between several golems.

Instead of immediately going after Boethius, Saphir first set his sights on Cassiodore: "I can confirm that the Esther mentioned above was not possessed or hypnotized, so...what's going on with this Esther?

Could you please give me an explanation, Mr. Cat?"

"Of course." Cassiodoro turned his face away awkwardly, "I'm not trying to hide it from you. In fact, I don't really want to talk about this matter.

Because the Esther mentioned above is a descendant of us Lemurians.

His ancestors had followed me to join the new nation and became ordinary Fontaine people. Because he had Lemurian blood flowing in his veins, the music that had taken away the souls of the Fontaine people had no effect on him.

In contrast, the melody that records the memory of his ancestors, having nowhere else to go, attached itself to the statue."

The reason why Cassiodoro didn't want to mention this matter was very simple. It was because of the betrayal he had done in the past. Joining Fontaine was tantamount to betraying the glory of Lemuria. Even if it was a last resort, it was still a betrayal, so it was a shame.

"Is that so... Is it just a coincidence of having the same name passed down from generation to generation..." Saphir was skeptical about this statement, but she didn't intend to delve into it. After all, it was not a particularly important matter.

She was more interested in the other golems. If the souls were attached to the adventurers above, why did these golems become like this?

She looked at the golems that were still arguing and said, "Let's go and take a look. This has to be resolved anyway."

Several people walked forward and came in front of several golems.

Noticing the arrival of several people, the golem Esther stood up and said, "Who are you? You don't look like Lemurians... Are you barbarians?"

"Barbarians?" Saphir nodded slightly. "I don't mind letting others see my barbaric side, but forget it this time."

As if not understanding the meaning of her words, Esther began to persuade: "It's dangerous here. No matter who you are, you'd better leave quickly."

Safir was a little surprised. Although this golem kept calling them barbarians, it actually cared about the safety of the barbarians he was talking about, which was not a bad thing.

Cassiodoro breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Saphir had no intention of taking action: "It's me, Esther, long time no see."

After hearing what Cassiodore said, Esther was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. She looked surprised, and even her voice changed: "Oh my God... Lord Cassiodore! It's really rare for you to appear in such a mimicry. I almost didn't recognize you."

Cassiodoro felt an arrow hit his knee, and so did Saphir.

Because she recalled the look in Alechino's eyes when she looked at her a while ago. Ever since Alechino captured Saphir who had turned into a cat, every time she looked at her, there was a hint of subtle teasing and inquiry.

It seemed like he wanted to confirm whether this girl could change back, and he also wanted to stroke her a few more times.

Saphir shook her head suddenly to get rid of those strange thoughts. She was not a cat now. The cat was Cassiodoro, and had nothing to do with her.

The next second, Esther spoke again: "Then these two...could they be your servants?"

Ada looked at Esther with pity in her eyes for a moment. Cassiodoro opened his eyes wide and wanted to stop her, but it was too late. The words had already been said.

Saphir raised his head slightly and looked at the Ester Golem: "What servants... We... are barbarians."