Usvi, the Ark World, is quietly leaving the network it gliding on and heading towards the gate of a physical universe.
For countless years, it is just wandering and hiding, just like the bleak and swaying fate of the Spirit Clan.
Among them, the tower belonging to the prophets can be regarded as the brains of the Ark world. Every decision they make will profoundly change the fate of the Ark and even the Milky Way.
Just inside the tower belonging to the Great Prophet, Veronica and Eldlar were silent, sitting side by side in the haze in the house—
The two of them did not hold the lights and looked silently at the increasingly thick darkness in front of them. In the floating crystal, the many scenes in the Battle of Hamigidon are still vivid in their minds.
After returning to the Ark World, Veronica also explained the causes and consequences along the way to the Great Prophet as soon as possible.
Eldlar praised Veronica's action and told her that she had successfully lifted a major disaster in the Galaxy.
Veronica thought she had not done it, because in the end the mysterious green shaman disappeared, and her existence made her feel very uneasy, but the great prophet comforted her and said that the powerful shaman would never pose a threat, because in desperation it escaped into the dimensional turbulence, and now it has left the Milky Way and reached a place where no one knows it.
After hearing this, Veronica breathed a sigh of relief and took time to mourn her old friend.
Time returned to this moment, the two sat upright opposite each other and silently picked up the wine cup for the deceased soldiers.
"Great Prophet, did you know that Arsalam would fall?"
The prophet smiled slightly and shook his head.
"This is a dangerous problem. Veronica, although we have the power of foresight, but if we want to use the power of foresight to control the life and death of each person, we will only be doomed."
"Does we just have to watch the people around us fall into crisis and put everyone in crisis? I don't understand, teacher, what is the purpose of our learning foresight?"
"The true fate cannot be rewritten. You and I know this. I have browsed thousands of possibilities - each of which is full of worrying deep crisis, but I also realized another point because of this. If there were no past failures and sacrifices, we would really lose this bead of sweat, and we would be completely defeated, and we would be doomed to no avenue..."
The Great Prophet's tone was plain, as if he was narrating a simple fact.
"We must be able to recognize that something is bound to happen and something can be adjusted."
After a long time, Veronica nodded:
"I understand, teacher, and...."
As she said that, she paused for a moment.
The great prophet seemed to guess what she was going to say and smiled slightly.
"It's about that human?"
"He carries a magical book of senesia, which is a cursed evil thing. Although I believe that the stupid big man has no evil intentions, this thing is indeed extremely fierce. Why don't you let me recycle it or destroy it to prevent it from continuing to mess with the world?"
"That's not something we can destroy, and do you have the confidence to let that man willingly hand over the magic script to you?"
"Then...then we should destroy it even more! The mind of mortals has its limits, so what's the use of retaining this deeply polluted object?"
"What you say is not false, but it also contains endless priceless intelligence. The lies of the great fraudsters are always based on the truth, and the enemy is no exception. That person will be an important piece that stirs the Milky Way, and anything related to him will contain profound meaning."
Veronica mumbled, her shoulders collapsed, and it was obvious that she had some complaints about Eldraal's explanation.
The atmosphere returned to silence again.
Elderal looked at Veronica and felt a little excited.
Whether on the way back to the Ark World or on the days when he was stationed at the Prophet Tower, Veronica mentioned the most that Astartes was.
Often after so many changes occur, Eldrall will personally confirm whether his student's condition is stable. Simply put, it is to check her soul field - but this time he did not do so.
Because he has witnessed some change in the other party.
"That stupid guy might be pushed into the fire pit by the enemy's magic script..."
Veronica whispers, her brows wrinkled from time to time
"I remember you said that a friend of him was infected with soul poison."
The Great Prophet suddenly spoke, and Veronica quickly raised her head.
"Since you have agreed to the other party, there is no need to break your promise. We will meet him again soon. Then you will use this object to dispel the soul poison for his friend."
As he said that, the Great Prophet took out a small crystal bottle with starlight.
"It's just dripping into that person's eyes."
Veronica nodded, got up and grabbed the crystal bottle, her eyes full of surprise.
"I thought you hate humans very much."
"It's not annoying, it's just a little regretful."
"Pity?"
"They could have made this galaxy better."
The great prophet seemed not to say anything, and waved his hand.
"Okay, today's meditation is over, you go back."
Veronica stood up, but stopped on the porch, blocking the light reflected from the passage.
"Teacher, is there really no problem with the power in his body?"
Eldrall looked directly at Veronica's water-blue eyes:
“No problem for the time being.”
Veronica nodded slightly and stepped out of the shadow.
"temporary……"
Looking at Veronica's back as she left, Eldrall murmured, his tone no longer so firm.
Then, he looked down at the objects displayed on the small table - various astrological instruments spread out into pieces, with many scribbled parchment piled up around.
The great prophet of Usvi picked up a pen, picked up a piece of paper, and began to paint casually - the at a loss of brushstrokes were like a daze that could not see the far way ahead.
Eldlar suddenly felt that he was old. The vicissitudes of rain and snow in hundreds of centuries had pressed his shoulders tightly for the first time, making him feel difficult to breathe.
In the dark, he could foresee the bumpy future that shone among the misfortune stars - he would face unprecedented harsh challenges.
He would not be stupid enough to think that the victory on Hamigiddon could move the balance of war - the enemy has not failed and the plan has not yet ended, and such a powerful existence will always find a way to stir up the wind and rain between the galaxy.
Usvi's watchmen not only need to defend their homes, but also more battlefields awaiting them with blood.
Who should they compete with the mighty power of the supreme?
Eldraal didn't know either. He only knew that once he slacked off his mind and once he fell into a stutter, the entire spiritual race would fall into hell with him.
He must become the unshakable soul beacon of the Ark world—a duty that is more than Mount Tai.
When he came to his senses, he finally realized what pattern he had painted.
The face of a stubborn and tough human male appeared on the paper, exactly the same as when it was at the meeting ten thousand years ago.
Even if the strokes were sloppy, the effect was still shocking. The man's eyes were so cruel and powerful.
Eldlar stared at the clumsy work in his hand, and was reluctant to move his eyes away for a long time.
"Master of Humanity, what is your idea..."
As if he had made up his mind, the Great Prophet stood up, issued a silent will from the crystal, and then walked out of the cottage with great strides.
Behind him—
The wind rises and the paper falls.
Chapter completed!