hunter rule

What bothers Zhao Guangli most now is the Riddler who speaks unclearly.

However, since the opponent is Dean Turing, it would be better for him to exercise restraint.

"This is not a riddle..."

In the distance, a torrent of information converged into a human shape, but the specific appearance could not be seen.

"There is only one destiny, and the authority of destiny is scattered. But the destiny in you is a little too weak. It seems that someone has taken away some of the power that belongs to destiny from you."

Dean Turing's voice was neither quick nor slow.

"I can only say so much, because the war has already begun, and all the extraordinary forces have entered the war, just to see where Tianming belongs. Originally, there was only one person, Jidu Tianming, but now there is one more... everyone is here

Just wait and see the show."

Zhao Guangli thought about it, and he should be able to extract a lot of information from Dean Turing's words.

I am the person who carries the destiny, and this should be the case from the time I traveled to this world.

But someone took away part of my destiny power... So I have been in decline ever since, but the remaining destiny power still saved my life.

yes……

Zhao Guangli instantly thought of the only possibility.

"Sure enough, an ordinary girl next door would not be able to reach this stage no matter what. I don't know whether she did it accidentally or if she had premeditated it."

"but……"

A faint sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao Guangli's mouth.

"Thank you, Dean Turing."

Zhao Guangli bowed directly and thanked him ninety times.

"It's just that I have some doubts as to which force Mr. Dean belongs to."

Zhao Guangli's question was very straightforward, but Dean Turing's answer was even more straightforward.

"I am human."

"Only on the side of mankind, and exist to continue the fire of mankind."

In the flood of information, Dean Turing's words were not loud, but those mechanically synthesized sounds sounded extremely determined.

really.

Zhao Guangli's eyes narrowed.

Turing Adolf exists as the patron saint of mankind.

The combat power of this peak professional has no boundaries at all, which also means that it is also very difficult for demons to really want to exterminate human beings.

The simple chat ended, and Dean Turing stopped sending messages, as if he was about to take a rest.

Zhao Guangli bowed again and exited the field.

The door opens.

Wen Yangxiu and Ye Pinglu were still guarding the corridor outside the door.

Seeing Zhao Guangli appear, Wen Yuanxiu and Ye Pinglu said nothing.

"Thank you for your hard work, you two."

Zhao Guangli has no ill feelings towards these neutral forces and wants to establish good relations with them as much as possible.

"It is indeed an extremely lucky thing to be received by the dean."

Wen Yangxiu laughed softly, like a delicate daisy.

"Then, I'll take my leave first."

…

When we walked out of the void of Tianxuyuan, it was already midnight.

Zhao Guangli stepped on the shadow and looked at the still bustling commercial center of the Emperor's Capital below. In such a place that never sleeps, it is like this every day.

"Thalia, are you asleep?"

Zhao Guangli took out the communicator.

"No." Thalia's voice coming out from the communicator was slightly tired, which is normal: "Mr. Zhao Guangli, what happened?"

"Activate your power and help me find [Gu Xintong]."

Zhao Guangli looked at the night, his eyes had never been so cold.

"The new King of Stars?"

Thalia was a little surprised. The name of the King of Stars was very loud, but that was all.

What's more, the teacher of the King of Stars has been killed by [Big Heat], so what's the use of finding a formal professional?

"Yes, she should be currently in the [Dark Temple], successfully escaping major incidents and avoiding her own death."

Zhao Guangli's voice was extremely calm: "She may have returned to the Emperor's Capital, or she may still be in the disaster zone. Find her."

At this moment, Thalia heard the flash of murderous intent in Zhao Guangli's voice.

Obviously, Zhao Guangli did not like that girl, after all, there were people like Heinrich and Lu Baiju around him.

"good."

Thalia's style of doing things is absolutely vigorous and resolute, which is what Zhao Guangli likes most about her.

Under the moonlight, Zhao Guangli stepped on the shadow of the sea dragon and soared over the Emperor's Capital.

After explaining the matter, he didn't relax at all.

Turing Adolf said that he was in someone's trap. The literal meaning of this sentence is relatively clear, but the question is, what is the trap?

Zhao Guangli had no way of predicting the whole story, but he couldn't sleep tonight.

………………

The second day.

daytime.

The sunshine in the Emperor's Capital is always warmer than in other places, especially when people are separated from each other.

Zhao Guangli did not expect that the first person he saw when he got up in the morning would be Anzomelun.

"Good morning!"

Anzomelun came to see Zhao Guangli early in the morning with various large and small bags of food.

Heinrich followed Zhao Guangli while watching Zhao Guangli stretch there.

"Ms. Heinrich is here too, let's eat together."

Zhao Guangli looked around and saw that Su Lin obviously didn't have the habit of getting up early, while Lu Baiju was quietly handing out bowls and chopsticks.

"Mr. Anzomelon, why are you here?"

Zhao Guangli thought about how he should face him.

"Just call me Anzomelon."

The Son of Light's face is filled with an eager smile, pure and flawless, and his ponytail is swaying behind him. Anyone who sees it will want to get close to him.

Son of light.

A top genius jointly cultivated by the Ciro family and the Glory Church, a person without darkness, a pure and flawless person.

Are you hiding yourself?

What is the purpose of coming here?

What's his purpose?

Zhao Guangli looked at the dazzling array of food and didn't have much appetite. On the contrary, thinking occupied the most mainstream area.

Heinrich looked at Zhao Guangli, his blue hair fluttering in the wind, and then spoke.

"These things are delicious, did you make them?"

The Son of Light puffed up his chest: "No!"

Why are you so proud?

Zhao Guangli couldn't help but complain.

"But I brought this here."

It actually makes sense, but I always feel that Comrade Son of Light is a bit naive.

Today's Son of Light is still the same as usual, exuding charming charm. If he were placed in Zhao Guangli's previous life, he would probably be more appropriately called "Sunshine Man".

It's pretending, it's pretending...but it really doesn't look like it.

Zhao Guangli put on the sniper scope at this moment and decided to make sure again.

"Anzomelon Ciro."

"Race: Human."

"Extraordinary level: official level."

"Extraordinary profession: energy mage."

"Have control over: [Bright] [High Pressure Guidance] [Brilliant] [Pure White] [Flawless] [Etiquette] [Sincerity]."

"Hazard level: Danger."

"Character: A pure and flawless genius with an unsullied mind. There is no darkness in his heart. There is pure whiteness that makes people yearn for him everywhere. He is kind to everyone he meets, but hates evil as much as hatred, regardless of etiquette.

His education and education are impeccable."

"But, where should the only light growing in the darkness go?"