The black warhorse is the sa, dry and not at all sleek.
Literally interpreted as Famine Knight, both man and horse have not eaten for a long ti, starved and emaciated.
Wayne looked at the Death Knight, who was even worse off from hunger. At least the Famine Knight had skin and bones; this one didn’t even have skin, wrapped in a gray robe covering gray bones, holding a Death Scythe, riding a skeletal warhorse.
Unlike Wayne’s, Rone’s Death Knight form, the death within the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse is a mass of dead silence, with both man and horse having hollow eye sockets, devoid of the soul’s flickering light.
The Death Knight has taken shape, thoroughly gray, unlike Yalien who wavers back and forth between gray and green, leaving the definition of death unclear.
The last one, the Plague Knight, in Yalien’s mory, referred to Yeloin as their forr self.
This knight seed well-fed, clad in a white robe with a hood, wearing white light armor underneath, and had a robust build, tall and mighty.
Just not particularly good-looking.
A mass of layered proliferative tissue on the face, featureless, much like a diseased pale heart, pulsing at its own pace.
The kind of owner matches the horse, the sa goes for the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse, the Plague Knight’s steed with a robust body except for having no face, had slightly paler skin but otherwise no different from normal horses.
"Tsk, I waited so long, and none of them look human..." The Pale Knight’s face cracked open, extending a tentacle, mockingly speaking.
The great eyeball on the chest emitted chaotic whispers, unleashing its full power at the beginning, attempting to corrupt the three knights.
The path of evolution is fraught with dangers, a slight carelessness could lead to environntal corruption. Wayne had a hunch that if he could devour the Four Horsen, he could beco a powerful creator of environnts.
Not to ntion achieving the status of an Ancient God on the spot, he would definitely be able to leave the box!
"Wayne, I’ve read your New Holy Scriptures, the Revelations Chapter is too coincidental, it’s not a prophecy, you co from outside the box." The Plague Knight spoke.
When he spoke, the tissue on his face pulsed with the sound, his low voice gave a sense of drowning suffocation, initially unsettling to the ear, after hearing a couple more tis, it made one’s skin itch as if wanting to peel it off.
Wayne was not human, unaffected.
In fact, no one present was human.
The Famine Knight is an aggregate of negative Information Laws, a god of extre purity, in terms of purity, Yalien, Idinis, and other Goddesses were re deviants.
Death Knight as well, ford long ago, interrupted by Yeloin, later transferred to Aztemo and Yalien, an absolute entity of death.
The Plague Knight...
Nothing apparent for now.
"That’s right, I co from outside the box."
Wayne readily admitted, this battle was either the end of the Four Horsen or his survival, at this juncture, there’s no point in hiding it.
"I see, perhaps this is your special nature, for which you received the Ancient God’s attention, gifted without falling into madness." The Plague Knight spoke slowly.
Wayne did not explain, rely nodded: "And what about you, you claim to be Yeloin, yet I see only pure Void in you, without a trace of Holy Light, are you Yeloin’s creation?"
"I am Yeloin, but Yeloin is not , I was born from him, but not as his creation."
You bunch of Doomsday Knights, did you all study philosophy collectively, speaking in riddles, dare to speak plainly?
"Speak plainly, what is your relationship with Yeloin!"
"Yeloin disassembled himself, discarded everything, I am an embodint of his desire, possessing the ability to corrupt everything." Plague Knight candidly said.
What does disassembling oneself an?
Wayne was montarily stunned, unsure how to translate that statent.
"Yeloin possessed countless desires, longing for evolution, craving for strength, the strongest desire being greed for knowledge, these desires dominated him, preventing him from advancing further, to fully embrace the knowledge of the Ancient Gods."
As a villain, the Plague Knight was undoubtedly competent, perceiving Wayne’s confusion, patiently explained: "Wayne, though you are an acolyte of the Ancient Gods, you do not understand the Ancient Gods, they are without emotions, born at the origin of the cosmos, products of infinite collisions of information..."
"Yeloin confronted the true face of the Ancient Gods, heard their wisdom, saw knowledge but also saw the void. Conversely, it’s this lack of emotion that allowed the Ancient Gods not to be swayed by desire and to bear infinite knowledge."
"As beings of flesh and blood, we have to abandon flesh and desire to be qualified to beco Ancient Gods, to beco as great as they are."
At this point, the Plague Knight’s emotionless voice beca evidently fervent: "At the mont of seeing the Ancient Gods, Yeloin not only did not go mad but was bestowed by the Ancient Gods, he gradually understood everything, gradually mastered the truth, at that mont..."
"He had already beco a god in the traditional sense!"
A god in the traditional sense, that defined by the Cosmic Empire, Yalien, Idinis are among them.
"Yeloin ascended to godhood, his evolution initiated by the Ancient Gods, his desires grew overwhelmingly strong, he longed for evolution, hungered for more knowledge..."
"Even now, I am unsure if Yeloin has gone insane, I only know that he possesses absolute rationality, using rationality to harness his desires, step by step reaching today."
The Plague Knight praised: "The New Gods are the end of ordinary life, no matter how hard one tries, the realm of the Ancient Gods is unreachable. Even Yeloin, possessing absolute reason, still has desires, inevitably influenced by knowledge, changing towards its aning, so he entered the box, completing self-disassembly here."
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