Alien Knights

Looking at the hand on the throat bone, Saladin did not show any surprise. He said calmly: "As I expected, you are no longer human."

Throatbone was a little surprised: "You already knew this?"

Saladin said: "It is not difficult to guess that you have fallen to the devil."

"Devils and holy messengers are just tools used by false gods to deceive the world." Throat Bone put his hands back in his sleeves: "I represent a new race, and I also represent a huge force."

Saladin shook his head and said, "You have embarked on a path that is hostile to all living things."

"That's because all that remains in the world are some backward and ignorant races. They are immersed in meaningless desires and pursuits, and deceive themselves and others in their luxurious lives."

Throatbone's eyes are as sharp as a blade: "Life is like poison, it poisons people's minds, making people only see their own desires, but they dare not think about the world after death, and dare not question God's will. Decision. I lived like this in a muddle-headed manner for decades, and finally rotted and died without dignity like a beetle."

"What I am doing now is just to dispel the poison in everyone's body, allowing them to break away from matter and examine the relationship between man and God."

Saladin smiled slightly: "It's quite interesting. Life brings desire to human beings, and desire blinds the eyes of truth, and death is the key to guiding everything..."

Throatbone moved forward two steps, approached Saladin and said, "Join us."

Saladin shook his head in disbelief.

Throatbone said again: "You don't need me to remind you, you should also know your situation."

Saladin: "You mean my time is numbered?"

Throat Bone: "Becoming a dead spirit, you will become an immortal king, your kingdom will last forever, and your people will create an eternal empire."

Saladin looked at the throat bone playfully and said, "What good will that do to you?"

Throatbone: "I will establish a religion for the dead, and you will be the earthly king of the kingdom of death."

Saladin understood: "Do you want to be the Pope of the Church of the Dead? Just like the Church of the Father?"

Throat Bone: "Undead are different from humans. We will not be confused by desires and will not fight because of selfish interests. If only undead existed in the world, then war and destruction would be far away from us."

"And the Church of Heavenly Father, a place full of lies, ignorance and chaos, is essentially a group of people using the name of God to realize their own interests. How can it be compared with us?"

Saladin thought for a while and said, "Let me sort out my thoughts."

"You think that the undead souls who abandon life and embrace death will no longer be greedy for food, wealth, spouses, and power, so they will put their energy and time on joint cooperation and progress. Therefore, the entire world will no longer have hunger, Plagues and wars.”

"That's right."

"You found me today because you want me to join the ranks of the undead, so that my army will become the army of the undead and can help you build a secular world of the undead, and you can become the Pope of the undead with peace of mind."

Throatbone added: "And you can truly get rid of the shadow of death. Your empire will continue to move forward under your leadership. As for the academic truth that you care about most, it will develop and grow in the Kingdom of the Dead. All of this, Isn’t it wonderful?”

Saladin whispered, "It does sound wonderful."

"So, you promised me?"

Saladin did not answer the question about Throat Bone, but instead asked about an unrelated matter: "Throat Bone, do you understand humans?"

The throat bone was stunned.

Saladin poured a cup of hot tea from the dinner plate beside him and placed it in front of his throat.

“Allah created the saint Adam from clay, and Adam is the ancestor of mankind.”

Saladin dipped his fingers in water, picked up a piece of soil on the edge of the carpet, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Coil can change into thousands of shapes, whether round or square, long or short. Adding different substances can also change its color, texture, and hardness. It can even be shaped into pottery by baking it with fire."

Saladin threw the soil back into the earth: "However, the clay that has been kneaded and shaped will deform as long as water is added; the soil that is added with materials will return to its original shape as long as it is filtered; the pottery made by grilling will be restored to its original shape as long as it is pounded and ground. It’s still dirt at the end of the day.”

Throatbone asked coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Saladin said softly: "No matter how different the appearance, age, and occupation are, no matter whether the body is alive or dead, human beings are human beings. As long as the human soul exists for one day, its essence will not change."

"Undead, if, as you said, they no longer need to eat, no longer value wealth, and no longer care about their spouses, it does not mean that human desires will disappear, but it means that they will start to crave other things."

Saladin gently twisted the earth beneath him: "There is gravel in the soil, and the desire for desire is also engraved in the human soul. It will not deviate due to changes in the form of existence."

Throatbone looked a little confused: "Isn't death enough to annihilate the greed in human nature?"

Saladin looked at the throat bone and said calmly: "If you don't believe it, there is an example in front of you."

"What?"

"you."

"I?"

Saladin stretched out his skinny fingers, pointed at the chest of his throat and said, "You want to become a god. Isn't this desire?"

"It can be imagined that when the Kingdom of the Dead is truly established, many of the Dead will focus on power and status." Saladin said with a smile: "When they were alive, food, wealth, Women can also distract some of their attention, but after death, they will push them into a darker abyss of desire.”

Throat Bone's expression turned ugly in an instant.

Saladin said softly: "You are a very smart young man, you should understand what I mean. Pushing the whole world to death will not change the world. Everything will be as usual, sunrise, noon , sunset, night, dawn... the cycle starts over and over again.”

Throatbone said in a deep voice: "I admit that I can't convince you, but I still want to invite you to join the ranks of the undead."

"Why?"

"Let me tell the truth. I value your talents in kingdom management and military operations, and your wisdom has also given me a lot of... inspiration. I need your help."

Saladin closed his eyes and said slowly, "I can't help you."

"You hate the undead? That's why you don't want to join?"

"All things exist for a fact, and Allah has already arranged everything. Your appearance, the appearance of the undead race, these signs must have profound meanings. I admire Allah for pulling the thread of fate, so how can I say I hate it?"

"Aren't you afraid of death? After you die, the empire you have worked so hard for so many years will completely collapse."

"Everything must rise and fall, everything must be destroyed." Saladin's face showed bitterness: "I cannot protect this empire forever. All I can do is obey the call of Allah."

Throat Bone said angrily: "What about revenge?! You were poisoned by the Presbyterian Council, and now you need someone to help you even walk. Don't you want to regain your life and take revenge?"

Saladin said calmly: "Although the poison comes from the Presbyterian Church, guess who is the poisoner?"

Throatbone frowned and said to himself: "As a caliph, you have many guards and doctors, people who can poison your food for a long time without being noticed..."

"It's my son."

Throatbone's eyes widened, not knowing what to say.

The two were silent for a long time.

Saladin pointed to the cold tea in front of his throat and said, "Try this hard-to-get rosemary tea."

Throatbone took a sip as instructed.

The tea passed through the mouth, esophagus, and finally slowly flowed out of the chest cavity with broken throat bones.

Seeing this scene, Saladin drank the tea in his cup and said lightly: "What a pity."