Chapter 725 New Equipment
"So, what do you need me to do in this matter?"
After listening to the story, whether the content is accurate or not remains to be considered, and at least some investigation is still needed.
But Mo Cheng was more concerned about the old woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. What exactly did she want to do, or what did she want Mo Cheng to do? That was the most important thing.
“…”
The old man didn't say anything, just walked silently. Mo Cheng didn't urge him, but followed him. He knew very well that it was best to keep calm at a time like this.
As they were walking, the old man suddenly asked a question:
"Do you think that in this story, Clana did something wrong? She was the one who injected those separated [errors] back into [King Dom], turning the perfect king into a mad king."
The collapse of the Vahlan Empire and the deaths of countless lives were ultimately caused by someone who was determined to turn a doll into a real person.
"There's nothing wrong with her pursuing her own love."
Mo Cheng gave an unexpected answer, but the old man seemed to feel even heavier after hearing it, and bent over by some kind of pressure. "I would rather hear you say that she was wrong."
"There is nothing wrong with pursuing love, and [making a mistake] means she has a chance to correct it."
The old man let out a long breath, "But you don't want her to correct this mistake, you want to kill her."
"You really understand me." Mo Cheng sneered, "It would be too harsh to say that the witch is pursuing her own love freely. But she did nothing , and it has nothing to do with my killing her."
" Old man, you also know that right and wrong and life and death have never been mutually reinforcing. Clana's right and wrong have nothing to do with her life and death."
"Can't she be spared?"
"I don't want to lie."
No matter what he promised to do here, Mo Cheng knew it was impossible to do. If Mad King Dom was to be killed, the witch Crana would also have to die.
Moreover, Mo Cheng felt that even if he let the other party go, as long as he wanted to kill Dom, the other party would still stand in front of him.
The consequence of that would just be that you would have to put in some effort to kill another person.
So no matter how you look at it, the other person is going to die, so why bother agreeing to something that is impossible to do?
The old man shook his head and sighed, "Yes, for you, killing is always easier than forgiving, and what Clana did is not worthy of forgiveness in your opinion."
"Don't make it sound like I like indiscriminate killing. I never judge or forgive from a high position." Mo Cheng said as if it was a matter of course: "I am a Buddhist, and I advocate equality for all beings."
Well, equality of all beings means that all living and dead things should be placed on the same level for calculation and judgment.
A person's life can be equivalent to that of an ant or even a soda bottle cap.
You can crush an ant to death without any burden, unscrew the cap of a soda bottle without any psychological fluctuations, and kill a person without any pressure.
It is a 100% heresy that slanders Buddhism. The people who wear Buddhist robes do things that harm Buddhism.
“Oh, yes, I believe in God now.”
As if he suddenly remembered something, Mo Cheng smiled and corrected himself: "I have tried the equality of all beings. Now I believe in the only, unique, and absolutely correct God."
"You will regret it later if you pretend to change your faith. I don't think you need to be reminded of this. Having multiple faiths can easily blow you up."
For some reason, after the two finished discussing the story of "Mad King Dom", they did not stop communicating. Instead, they continued chatting as if they were making small talk.
Margaret and Dorothy, who were following behind the two men, suddenly realized that no matter how fast they walked, they were still four or five body lengths behind the two people in front of them. But even with this short distance, with their strength, they should be about the same as the ones in front of them.
But for some reason, some of the information in Mo Cheng's communication with the other party seemed to disappear out of thin air, and he couldn't hear it even when he was so close.
"It doesn't matter. If faith has a spectrum to distinguish it, then I am the star color on the spectrum of faith."
He didn't care whether others could understand what he said. Anyway, what Mo Cheng said made him laugh.
After laughing, Mo Cheng stopped, and the old man also stopped at the same time.
"I guess you're going to ask me some questions now that I don't really want to talk about."
"I guess." Mo Cheng slowly clenched his fists, "You are not going to answer the question I want to know now."
The intelligence has been collected, and all that remains is verification.
So what Mo Cheng needs to deal with at this moment, or to ask, is how the other party knows him.
As for the other party not wanting to talk about this kind of thing, it has never been within Mo Cheng's consideration.
Some things can't be left unsaid just because you don't want to.
"It's not a good habit to pursue a matter to the end."
"It just so happens that I never get to the bottom of things. God knows how many secrets I have buried. "
Many secrets have indeed been buried. Many times, after the person who holds the secret is killed, those secrets will naturally become eternal secrets.
As he spoke, dark red hellfire began to appear around Mo Cheng's body. He infused the violent murderous aura into the hellfire, and the flames formed a huge sword in Mo Cheng's hand as if it were a substance.
Like solidified flames, what was displayed on the greatsword was endless wailing, and destruction and death became the best decoration of the greatsword.
The screams of the dead are the strongest part of the sword.
There were no more words, I just felt a gust of wind blowing up the weeds under my feet, and then it felt like something invisible and intangible collided with them.
The wind stopped, and the Purgatory Sword shattered. The sword fragments condensed by the magic fire, which should have burned everything, were instead swallowed by the flames.
There was a "tearing" sound on Mo Cheng's arm, and a huge wound suddenly appeared. The bone was visible, and blood kept dripping down his hand.
But the critical point of [Siren Shell] that was triggered restored everything to its original state. Except for the torn clothes, everything seemed like an illusion.
At the same time, the old man was not unscathed. The walking stick in his hand broke into pieces, with the largest fragment no larger than a fingernail. At the same time, his already gray hair took on a more deathly paleness, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper for some reason.
"well."
With a long sigh, the old man took out something and threw it at Mo Cheng, "I know the rules. This thing belongs to you. As for what you want to know, let's talk about it after you solve this matter first."
"Give Clana a quick death."
Mo Cheng took the thing that was thrown to him, and the moment he touched it, he received a prompt from the system.
[Obtain a piece of transformable equipment. 】
