Alien Knights

The throat bone lowered the voice: "Then I will keep searching until the end and find out the guy who is controlling everything behind the scenes!"

Saladin: "You have no idea what you will face... Throatbone, small things always regard arrogance as courage, while powerful things regard caution as wisdom. Only when we truly face the abyss can we You will find that everything is insignificant in front of the abyss.”

Throat Bone: "Your pessimism and withdrawal make me feel pathetic. How would you know that it's all in vain if you don't try?"

Saladin was silent for a while and then said: "Throatbone, when I was young, I had the same idea as you. My whole body was full of energy and I felt that I was omnipotent. I thought that as long as I kept moving upward, I could save the whole world. You will eventually discover the truth of the universe and see the final truth.”

Throat Bone: "Then what exactly is it that has sapped your fighting spirit and dissipated your will?"

Saladin: "It's reality."

“The more you study and the more you know, the more fearful you become of the world.”

"Those thieves and gangsters who have never read any books and cannot listen to any principles always think that with the blade in their hands, they can continue to become stronger and eventually become the king of the world; however, those scholars who spend their whole lives studying knowledge, in But we always tremble in front of the door of truth, and we even have to turn to illusory gods to get a moment of inner peace."

Saladin's cloudy eyes were fixed on the direction of the ceiling, and his inner voice echoed in his mind: "Our fear and cowardice are not due to laziness in exploring, but from the growing unknown. We see The more we know, the more we learn, and the more we think, the more we will find that the unknowns of this world are constantly expanding, and the more we will feel our own insignificance and powerlessness.”

Throat Bone looked at the roof between the holy whites. In the gap between the bricks and tiles, a faint ray of light could be seen, transmitting the vast sky outside the house.

Lowering his head and looking at the old man in the coffin, the voice in his throat was no longer as strong as before: "You should know why I came today."

Saladin's tone was so calm that no fluctuation could be heard: "Come and persuade me to join the ranks of the undead."

Throat Bone: "That's right."

Saladin: "Actually, there is no need to go through all this trouble. I have heard some things about the undead. You can force me."

Throat Bone: "I can do that to other people, but not you."

Saladin: "Why?"

Throat Bone: "What I need is your approval. There is no point in forcing."

Saladin: "Why do you need my approval?"

Throat Bone: "Because you are my teacher."

A smile appeared on Saladin's face: "I never remember what I taught you."

Throat Bone: "In the past, I was obsessed with revenge and power... It was you who taught me to broaden my horizons and pursue something bigger..."

Saladin: "This is not my credit. Among my students, only the best can find the way forward in the chaos. What I give you is only inspiration. What truly guides you is your heart. "

Throat bone: "This is the first time..."

Saladin: "First time?"

Throat Bone: "This is the first time I admit that I am your student."

Saladin laughed, and even though his body was badly damaged, his laughter mixed with coughing still spread throughout the Holy White Room.

"Throatbone, it doesn't matter who is your teacher. The key is, are you slowly approaching the truth in your studies?"

Throat bone stretched out his white palms, rested on the edge of the coffin, and said to Saladin: "How exactly? How can I know that I am approaching the truth, not far away from it?"

Saladin did not continue to use thought dialogue, but tried his best to open his mouth, with a weak but firm voice, and said directly: "Try, correct mistakes, reflect, try again...keep...keep it up until you...finally confirm ."

Throat Bone sounded a little confused: "I remember you said before that the pursuit of becoming a god is an endless cycle of dead ends. Why are you encouraging me to keep trying now?"

Saladin raised his hand slightly, held the metacarpal bones of his throat, and said: "Becoming a god... is not the ultimate goal of pursuing truth. It is just a means, a method. What is really important... is during this journey. , you must constantly seek the true meaning of existence.”

"Why do we...exist? Why do gods exist? Why does this world...exist? How should everything...exist in the future?"

After saying these words, Saladin gasped hard, his lungs rising and falling like a broken bellows, and he could even hear a hissing sound coming from inside.

Throat Bone said to Saladin: "Stop talking. I can hear what you are thinking. This can help you save energy..."

Saladin waved his hand, and under the surprised gaze of Throat Bone, he staggered and sat up from the coffin.

"I'm fine, in fact, I feel better now."

Saladin said as he adjusted his posture, trying to make himself more comfortable.

Throat Bone helped him sit up, and found that Saladin's face gradually regained some color, which made the former suddenly realize that the latter's time was running out.

The two were silent for a while.

Throat Bone looked around the room. In the pure white hall, there was only a huge coffin and nothing else.

"As the caliph of the empire, your burial objects are not even as good as those of ordinary families."

Saladin waved his hand carelessly: "These are all what I asked for. Rather than letting those expensive burial objects lie in the ground with me, it is better to distribute them to those in need, so that they can be of maximum value. What's more, I I already have something more valuable with me.”

Saladin patted his body, causing his throat to look over.

At the bottom of the coffin, there are layers of books neatly arranged.

Saladin carefully touched these books: "Most of these are my collection, and some are from my students and friends. For me, they are my greatest wealth."

Throat Bone looked at the books in the coffin and was speechless for a long time.

But Saladin seemed to be interested. He took out books one after another, opened them and read them one by one with joy.

I don't know how long time passed. Saladin's body became more and more sleepy and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

He arranged the books around him one by one, selected one and handed it to his throat: "Read it for me."

Throatbone opened the book and read softly: "Before the favor comes, they ask you to reveal the punishment as soon as possible. Many punishments have indeed passed before them."

Saladin slowly lay back in the coffin and whispered: "Yes... there is no effect without cause."

The throat bone continued: "Are blind people and non-blind people the same? Are darkness and light the same? They have established many partners for Allah. Could it be that those partners can create all things like Allah, so that they cannot distinguish between the two creations? ?"

Saladin said something softly, but his throat bones did not hear him clearly.

The throat bone said again: "He is my Lord, and there is no one who should be worshiped except him. I only trust in him."

Saladin lost his voice.

Throatbone looked down.

The imperial caliph's eyes had closed, and a calm smile appeared on his face.

Saladin passed away suddenly...

Two balls of light blue fire danced lightly in the eye sockets of the throat bones for several times.

He closed the book and placed it gently on Saladin's chest. He slowly stood up and raised his right hand slightly in the air.

The heavy and huge stone coffin lid floated into the air, then slowly fell down to fit with the coffin.

Throat Bone slowly walked towards the door between the Holy White Room. When he arrived outside the door, he turned around and made a disciple's salute in the direction of the coffin. Then he clasped his hands together, and with the creaking sound of the door axis, the Holy Spirit The two heavy doors between Bai were closed tightly.

Looking at the palace and the city in the distance, I whispered softly to myself: "It's time to hold a funeral."

"First, let's start with the burial objects..."

Throat Bone spread his hands, and countless light blue particles overflowed from his body and penetrated into the earth in an instant.

After a while, the earth began to shake, countless cracks appeared on the ground, the vegetation suddenly withered and died, and the river suddenly dried up and disappeared.

With a loud noise that shook the sky, black parasites that looked like sea water broke out of the ground like a fountain, flooding the center of the empire in an instant.

Wherever the black insect sea went, the screams and cries of people, the collapse and collapse of buildings, spread farther and farther in this city with thousands of years of history.

There is only a pure white space, which becomes the only pure land in this purgatory.