The Dimensional Pursuit

Dianeira touched Prome's palm, closed his eyes together, and established the most direct spiritual connection.

"Only you can find the name of that planet..."

"Eleutheo." After a moment, Dianeira opened her eyes and said softly.

Immediately afterwards, Dianeira's expression changed suddenly, as if he had suffered some kind of mental shock, and he let out a slightly painful moan. Eolaos, who was full of thoughts on Dianeira's body, instantly changed his expression, and hurriedly stepped forward and cared about "Your Royal Highness."

"I'm okay." Dianeira waved to stop, closed his eyes again and carefully received the various information transmitted by Prome.

"It's just a difference in the form of memory. To return your consciousness to blankness, you just need to keep your mind open." Plome, who knew what Dianeira was going through, said calmly.

It can be regarded as conveying to her the spiritual manipulation skills refined by the Silver Clan for countless years, and it is so generous.

But the effect was also very significant, and Dianeira's expression eased in just a moment.

It can be seen how powerful the silver tribe’s skills are, and it’s not difficult to see how amazing Dianeira’s aptitude in the spiritual realm is, far beyond what ordinary Black Iron tribe humans can compare.

It is no wonder that throughout the entire Pan-Human Civilization Alliance, only Dianeira has awakened the ability to separate spirits, and has the ability to read the stars and guide warships to sail in the unrouted space.

"Can you feel it? In the distant past, the place where the Golden Clan first appeared in this universe-the black box of wisdom, Eleusio's memory." Plomé asked with expectation and emotion.

"I feel a strong longing, inherited from the far, far away." Dianeira did not hesitate, telling the information she felt from the memory passed by Prome.

Promey exclaimed, then whispered softly, "It seems that this choice is right."

After a while, he continued, "The memories and feelings that I have been in charge of may only exist for entrusting you."

"It seems that those who agree with me are in the majority."

"So..." Dianeira asked.

"Most of your compatriots can avoid the fate of extinction now, right?" Promey replied.

Suddenly, Dianeyra's expression was stagnant, and his face showed joy and excitement.

"But this is just to study the possibility of you finding the power of the Golden Clan. There are still a lot of people who do not recognize the possibilities reflected in this dialogue." Reason is more than emotion, and I probably don't want Dianeira to think In this way, Plome, who can never suffer from future troubles, stated in an emotional tone.

It was a pour of cold water on Diane Ira who was delighted.

"Rome You will hunt down, go to Eleucio's you. Together with the Noldus you returned."

"There are also times when you can't find the way, or when you arrive, but the power of the Golden Race does not exist, most of our compatriots will tend to destroy the Black Iron Race again."

"I understand. But I firmly believe that the power of the Golden Clan must exist." However, Dianeira did not waver at all when he heard the words, but replied with confidence and motivation.

"I still can't assert that kind of thing. The existence of power is only recorded in Norders' contract." Plomet said skeptically.

"I'm pretty sure about this." Zhong Tu, who had been a bystander for a long time, suddenly interrupted and said without showing any sense of existence.

In an instant, the eyes and attention of Plomé, Dianeira, Lecti, Eolaos, and all the silver tribesmen who existed in the form of energy body projections fell on him.

"Do you know the power of the Golden Clan?" Plomei was a little surprised, and said somewhat naturally.

After all, she also listened to and participated in the discussion about the nature of Zhongtu at the beginning, and she also knew that the clansmen had judged the existence of Zhongtu—the last trial left by the Golden Clan!

Coupled with this, the only power that can prevent Nords from running away is only the gold clan mastering this. It can easily suppress the four Nords, and stop the clock of Nords running away, saying that he is not the back hand of the gold clan. Lome would not easily believe it.

This is also the fundamental reason why Promey chose to believe when Zhong Tu first answered her how he knew of her existence.

——Because one of the innumerable powers that the Golden Clan holds is to predict the future!

In addition, no race in the entire cosmic civilization has a similar power, at best, danger perception, or false possibility prediction, which is completely different from the true vision prediction of the golden race.

"I know." Zhong Tu said affirmatively.

As for more, he was like a dumb, and once again he didn't say a word, making the expectant Lacti, Iolaos and all the silver tribesmen in the field feel speechless, wishing to enter the arena personally and tear him apart. Ask for the answer.

If they have that power.

"But there is one thing I can tell you." After a moment of silence, Zhongtu, which felt that Guanzi was almost sold, looked at Promey and said again.

Prome was silent as before, waiting for his next words.

"The departure of the Golden Clan is not abandonment, but an expectation."

"Expect?" Plomei's expression moved slightly and repeated.

But these words fell in the spiritual network that was connected by all the Silver Clan people at this time, but it exploded like a depth bomb. Countless Silver Clan people emerged and argued over Zhong Tu's words.

"I do not believe!"

"The Golden Race betrayed us!"

"I believe in him!"

"He has no reason to deceive us!"

"He has the power to suppress Nords. In the entire universe, no race except the Golden Race possesses this ability, so I believe what he said."

"Seconded!"

"..."

...

"What are you looking forward to?" Plome asked, ignoring the voice of the mind network.

It's about the Golden Clan. Obviously, even if she's always calm as she is, it's hard not to be affected, causing mood swings.

"I hope you can follow in their footsteps, leave this universe, and continue to explore new universes and new futures with them." Zhong Tu greeted Promey's clear blue eyes and smiled.

"Is this the idea of ​​the Golden Clan..." Promey murmured.

"Of course, you can also choose not to believe it. But the final result will prove that everything I said is true." Zhong Tu spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders, saying as if you would believe it or not.

"Then you, what's the purpose of meeting with me here?" Promey quietly looked at the meeting clock, and then asked about the clock.

After all, she had almost talked with Dianeira, and it was time to get in touch with him, who they believed to be the Golden Clan’s "Last Trial", to find out some things.