2600. Your name: Chariot
Tang Xiao looked at General Grievous soaked in Bacta tank, was silent for a while, walked forward, closed his eyes, and put his hand on the cold glass tank of Bacta tank.
Crossing the boundary between life and death, connecting the barrier between body and soul, when Tang Xiao opened his eyes again, he was standing in a completely dark space, and in front of him, stood a tall shadow.
"What do you want? Grievous." Tang Xiao asked calmly.
"Archangel of Death... I still remember the first time I met you on Caladan Planet." Grievous slowly recounted, "However, that was also the last time I appeared in front of you in the form of Caladanian. After that, I was unable to connect Archangel of Death and Tang Xiao until the end of the war..."
He was silent for a while and then said, "I am... no longer Caladanian."
"You are indeed not a Kali 'human', you are a Kali 'demigod'." Tang Xiao said, "Because of your existence, Caladanian truly has its own history and its own history book. They also have a spiritual support."
"As a god, as a spiritual support, there is no need to live. Therefore, it is better for me to die..." Grievous's voice became vicissitudes and fatigue, "I am already, very tired..."
Tang Xiao shook his head and said, "Tired? Haha. No, if you are on the battlefield, you will never be tired. The reason why you feel tired is because you have no goals and no hope."
Grievous fell silent.
"Caladanian is on the right track, and they are playing an important role in Fourth Civilization. They are strong and prosperous, and are no longer the weak existence that even a fine of 10 million credit points almost led to genocide.. Carl, Carl of Ben Tiras, has also perfectly inherited the fighting tradition of Caladanian, and the name of Izvoshra has not been discontinued," Tang Xiao said on his behalf.
He looked at Grievous, who was still silent, and then said, "Yamrii, the one you really hate in your heart, has been exterminated by Geth; Galactic Republic, who harmed Caladanian, has been Destroyed; Confederacy of Independent Systems and Count Dooku have become the bubbles of the past... Galactic Empire? Palpatine? Haha, they actually have nothing to do with you, so what is the purpose of your existence?"
"No more." Grievous said, "Caladanian demigods... Kiman-Jay-Sheelal, and Londru-Liji-Kummar... will reunite in High Heavens... we will be side by side... as gods."
"Hehehehehe... hehehehehehe..." However, Tang Xiao laughed strangely. His laughter became louder and louder, and became more and more crazy, "Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
His eyes were full of dangerous light like a beast, "After all you have experienced, do you really still believe in High Heavens? Do you really still believe in the so-called becoming a god after death? No! No! If you die, you are really dead, and there will be nothing left! You will never see Kummar, because her soul has long since dissipated! You will not become a so-called god! Because gods will only exist here! In this galaxy!!"
Tang Xiao's current voice is terrifying, cold, and like a demon, "You are still the same demigod when you are alive! If you die, it is just a dissipated soul! Do you want to become a god? Hahahaha! That's right! If you want to become a god, then let yourself really become a god-like existence!"
"There have been gods in this galaxy! But like us, they still live here, with the same space above our heads! So, now you tell me that you want to die and become a god? Hehehehe..." Tang Xiao sneered, "I will tell you your true path to becoming a god!"
"That is fighting! The never-ending battle! Grievous! You are born because of fighting, you live because of fighting! Only when you stop fighting will you truly die! Before the fighting is over, you will be immortal!!" Tang Xiao's voice gradually became louder, as if even he himself was excited, "You want to become a god! Yes, you will become... the God of War!!"
Grievous remains silent.
"What on earth made you choose to retreat at the most intense and climax of the war? The fear of death? Or the awe of the powerful? Or are you just a coward?" Tang Xiao said, "You don't need to To fight for Caladanian, all you need is to fight for yourself! Fight for the joy you enjoy from fighting! And I will give you a chance... Yes, just like I gave you 30 years ago!"
"What opportunity?" Grievous asked.
"Power... and the stage." Tang Xiao's speaking speed became extremely slow. "This galaxy is just the beginning, Grievous. In fact, you have already seen the things outside the galaxy. It is an infinite universe..."
He raised his hand and flipped it over. An iron-gray, cold, ferocious, and terrifying mask appeared in his hand, and then he slowly walked towards the shadow of Grievous.
"Accept your new identity and say goodbye to your past. Kiman-Jai-Sheelal has already died once, and the current Grievous will also die. But... a new God of War is being born!" Tang Xiao approached step by step.
In this soul space, his figure also gradually grew taller, and even turned into a giant, completely covering Grievous.
"Born for fighting..." Grievous stretched out his hands and took the mask.
Although this is just the world of souls, and everything is just embodied consciousness, Grievous still feels the coldness on the mask, as well as the overwhelming fighting spirit.
"Born to fight...!" Grievous put the mask directly on his face. The next second, he raised his head again. Under the mask, a pair of terrifying vertical pupils suddenly appeared, and a terrifying and fascinating light shot out! It is impossible to face such a terrifying gaze!
"Your name...Chariot!" Tang Xiao raised his hand and gently placed it on the top of Grievous's head.
Everything around him instantly dissipated. Tang Xiao opened his eyes and looked at the broken body still soaked in Bacta tank.
At this time, an alarm suddenly sounded from the life-support equipment, and the surrounding medical staff quickly got busy, "It's not good! General Grievous's organs are failing rapidly!"
"Quick! Execute the emergency plan!! Inject hormones!"
"No need." Tang Xiao said lightly, "His body is already dead. Prepare the spaceship."
"Didn't you just come back? Where... are you going?" Thornhill asked.
"Go to...Protoss's territory." A smile appeared on the corner of Tang Xiao's mouth.