The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Usvi, the Ark World, was quietly leaving the network it was sliding on, heading towards the gate of a physical universe.

For countless years, it just kept wandering and hiding, just like the bleak and swaying fate of the Spirit Race.

Among them, the towers belonging to the prophets can be regarded as the brains of the Ark world. Every decision they make will profoundly change the destiny of the Ark and even the Milky Way.

In the tower belonging to the Great Prophet, Veronica and Elderar were silent, sitting side by side in the haze in the house——

The two of them did not hold the lamp, and silently looked at the darker darkness before them. Among the floating crystals, many scenes of the Battle of Armageddon were still vividly remembered.

After returning to the world of the Ark, Veronica also clearly explained the causes and consequences of this journey to the Great Prophet for the first time.

Elderal praised Veronica's action and told her that she had successfully lifted a catastrophe in the galaxy.

Veronica thought she didn't do it, because in the end the mysterious green-skin shaman disappeared. Its existence made her feel very uneasy, but the big prophet relieved her that the powerful shaman would never It would pose a threat, because it escaped into the dimensional turbulence in a hurry, and now it has left the galaxy to a place that no one knows.

Hearing this, Veronica breathed a sigh of relief and took time to mourn her deceased.

When the time came back to this moment, the two were sitting opposite each other, silently picking up the wine cup for the dead soldier.

"Great Prophet, have you known that Alsalan will fall?"

The Prophet smiled slightly and shook his head.

"This is a dangerous question, Veronica, of course we have the power of foresight, but the delusion of manipulating everyone's life and death with the power of foresight will only be lost."

"Can we just watch the people around us fall into crisis and let everyone fall into crisis? I don't understand, teacher, what is the purpose of learning the power of foresight?"

"The real destiny cannot be rewritten. You and I know this very well. I have browsed through thousands of possibilities-each of them is full of worrying and deep crisis, but I also realized another point because of it. , If we hadn’t had the failures and sacrifices in the past, we would have truly lost this sweat, and we would be defeated to the end, to the point of death..."

The big prophet's tone was flat, as if he was narrating a simple fact.

"We must be able to recognize what is bound to happen and what can be adjusted."

After a long time, Veronica nodded:

"I see, teacher, and..."

As she said, she paused for a moment.

The big prophet seemed to guess what she was going to say, and smiled slightly.

"Related to that human?"

"He carries a book of evil in his body. It is a cursed evil thing. Although I believe that the stupid stupid man is not evil, this thing is really fierce. Why don't you let me? Recycle it or destroy it to prevent it from continuing to mess with the world?"

"That is not something we can destroy, and are you confident that that person can give you the magic tome willingly?"

"Then... Then we should destroy it even more! Mortal minds have limits. What's the use of keeping this deeply contaminated object?"

"What you said is true, but it also contains endless and priceless information. The lies of great fraudsters are always based on the truth, and the enemy is no exception. That person will be an important **** that stirs the galaxy. Everything about it contains profound meaning."

Veronica murmured, her shoulders slumped, and it was obvious that Elderal was quite critical of Alderal's explanation.

The atmosphere returned to silence again.

Elderal looked at Veronica with a little interest in her heart.

Whether it was on the way back to the Ark World, or staying at the Tower of the Prophet these days, Veronica mentioned the Astart the most.

Often after so many changes, Elderal would personally confirm whether his student's state is stable, simply to check her soul realm-but this time he did not do so.

Because he has already witnessed a certain transformation of the other party.

"That silly guy might be pushed into the fire pit by the enemy's magic tome..."

Veronica murmured, frowning occasionally

"I remember you said that one of his friends was poisoned by soul poison."

The big prophet suddenly spoke, Veronica raised her head quickly.

"Since you have agreed to the other party, you don't need to break your promise. We will meet him again soon. Then you will use this thing to disperse the soul poison for his friend."

As he said, the big prophet took out a small crystal bottle with shining stars.

"Just drop it in that person's eyes."

Veronica nodded, got up and grabbed the crystal bottle, her eyes filled with surprise.

"I thought the Great Prophet you hate humans."

"It's not annoying, it's just a pity."

"Regret?"

"They could have made this galaxy better."

The big prophet seemed to have no intention of saying anything, and waved his hand.

"Well, today's meditation is over, you can go back."

Veronica stood up, but stopped on the porch, her body blocking the light reflected from the passage.

"Teacher, is there really no problem with the power in his body?"

Elderal looked straight at Veronica's aqua-blue eyes:

"There is no problem for now."

Veronica nodded slightly and stepped out of the shadows.

"temporary……"

Looking at Veronica's distant back, Alderar muttered, her tone no longer so unwavering.

Afterwards, he looked down at the objects displayed on the small table—a sloppy astrological instrument was spread out, and many scribbled parchments were piled up all around.

The Great Prophet of Usvi picked up a pen, picked up a piece of paper, and began to paint at will-the brushstrokes at a loss are like being lost in sight of the way forward.

Alderal suddenly felt that he was old and old. For the first time in hundreds of centuries, the vicissitudes of rain and snow pressed his shoulders tightly, making him hard to breathe.

In the dark, he can foresee the bumpy future gleaming among the evil stars-he will face unprecedented severe challenges.

He is not so stupid to think that the victory over Armageddon can move the balance of war-the enemy has not failed, the plan has not been terminated, such a powerful existence will always find a way to stir the wind and rain in the galaxy.

The Wardens of Usvi not only need to defend their homeland, but there are more battlefields of dead mountains and blood waiting for them.

Who on earth should they rely on to fight against the power of the supreme heaven?

Elderal didn't know either, he only knew that once he slackened his mind, once he fell into a hesitation, the entire spirit race would fall into **** with him.

He must become the unshakable soul beacon of the Ark World-this responsibility is more than that of Mount Tai~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he recovers, he finally realizes what kind of pattern he has drawn.

The face of a stubborn and tough human male leaped on the paper, exactly the same as it was at the meeting ten thousand years ago.

Even if the brush strokes are scribbled, the effect is still shocking, the man's eyes are so cruel and so powerful.

Elderal stared at the clumsy in his hands, and for a long time he didn't want to look away.

"Lord of mankind, what is your idea..."

As if he had made up his mind, the big prophet stood up, made a silent will from the crystal, and then strode out of the hut.

Behind him--

The wind rises and the paper falls.

The mind is calm and clear.

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