The prophet or to put it another way, the predictors see the world different from others. The drop of rain or grain of sand is a long time destined. When it deviates, it proves that the timeline is disturbed.

In Victor's chaotic brain, various future clips were played in a loop, like a maze where he could not find his exit. He stumbled countless times to find a breakthrough, but in the end it was proved that it was just another round of things.

The essence of chaos is crazy, dark and chaotic. Tsengchi does not reject the madness of his believers, but He does not like the stupidity of his believers.

Those who He considers foolish are often regarded as toys for fun by Tsengchi. Of course, those clever ends up not much better.

It is said that Tsengchi was conspiring to a great plot that encompasses all the known worlds. In this plot, Tsengchi himself was the ultimate beneficiary, and only the smartest believers could protect themselves from it. These people were called tampering lords.

Marx once had the opportunity to become a traitor. He suddenly saw the truth behind the world and gained sublimation from it. Even Tsengchi was willing to give such a great enlightened person a chance.

But Marx refused, he still retained the honor of being a human being, what he was willing to do for the world.

Unlike those lobbyists who talk big, he is more willing to become a practical worker, starting from changing himself, slowly changing the people around him, and then affecting the entire community, the entire city, the entire continent, and finally the entire world.

He cannot use brute force to clear the chaotic demons around like a demon hunter, turning every enemy he sees into a corpse, but he can deal with those invisible enemies and those problems that exist in people's minds.

"Are you sure you want to contact those polluted alone?" Pastor Richard guarded the passage between the underground shelter and the ground, and looked at Marx with a frown.

The Port of Anthony has been completely divided, and every mortal who was determined to be pure by the church was forcibly taken to the underground shelter, while most of the people who remained on it were already polluted by chaos but did not know it.

During this difficult period, Marx gave Pastor Richard great help. He persuaded the people who were unwilling to leave their homes, gave up their warm houses, and walked into the cold crypt.

He explained to mortals again and again why they could not bring their relatives and friends in, why they could only eat half full every meal, why they could not wash their faces, and why they could not urinate and defecate anywhere.

If it weren't for him, the shelter that Pastor Richard had worked hard would have collapsed from the inside out long ago.

"We still have a glimmer of chance. The chaos in their bodies has not yet shown the phenomenon of having self-will." Marx's bold assumption: "I guess, could it be that their 'brains' have been killed? If we can stabilize their physical condition and rely on holy water and other means, we may be able to save the lives of these people."

"Based on my past experience, you are doing useless work, and no matter what the church is, it is impossible for the people above to continue to live." Pastor Richard shrugged and made a way out: "If the situation continues to deteriorate, it is a problem whether we can continue to live, but I respect your choice."

Marx smiled and pointed his finger at his eyes: "My eyes see the future, and the future tells me that this land is not decided by the church in the future."

"As long as Chaos has the final say, I will take off his hat and salute him whoever has the final say in the future!" Pastor Richard laughed. He was under too much pressure during this period, and there was little to make him laugh, but Marx's joke was good.

Pastor Richard pretended to be serious and said: "Okay, tell me Marx, the future you see will not be the coward of Antoine, right? As long as it is not him, anyone can do it!"

"I will try to avoid that kind of future appearance." Marx walked out sideways from the gap left by Pastor Richard. The other party wore three layers of armor under his robe. Even if he passed by his body, he occupied two-thirds of the area of ​​the passage: "And you should lose weight, Pastor Richard."

As the exit of the passage was closed, Pastor Richard's smile faded, and the Paladin Expeditionary Force's personnel here had completely taken over Anthony Port.

Outside the city, two tight encirclements firmly blocked the city. Even the druid organization "The Tree Ring" far south sent several druids over. After obtaining the consent of the church, they helped block all the city's exits with plants.

Pastor Richard didn't know what the future fate of the city would be. It might be that a meteor explosion would come tomorrow, so that everything would return to dust. This stop loss measure is too normal when facing chaos.

Recently, it seems that there is no peace in the heaven. Pastor Richard faintly felt the excitement conveyed by the God of War. Only war can he be so excited.

I hope that the boss of Campas is not willing to stand Luo Shanda's behavior and is beating the Lord of the Dawn, rather than Chaos having already attacked the heavens.

Pastor Richard was smearing his warhammer with a blasphemy prayer.

And the battle that will really determine who will belong to the Far South Continent in the future has been gone.

The demon hunter followed his scent guidance and rushed into the dark clouds in a straight line in the air. Purple lightning waved beside him. If he was not careful, he would turn into a pile of burnt carbohydrates.

But Xu Yichen was like a divine help, and no lightning hit him in the thunder and cloud storm!

Victor saw a failed future in a trance, but the scene flashed by, and more news from the future quickly occupied his mind.

But it was too late. Xu Yichen had already seen Victor's gray-white face. A large piece of twisted tattoo covered the mage's face, just like ink winding like a worm under his skin.

At this moment, the witch tried her best to create for Victor on the future timeline, and the Fallen finally saw the reality and his future.

"No! How is this mere demon hunter?" Victor stood in the air and burst into a squeak of spiritual energy. The huge sound made Xu Yichen turn the corner.

The divine light flashing in the silver-haired witch's eyes suddenly faded away, and she leaned on the hilt of the sword powerlessly, but she still smiled: "Wait for Chaos Scrap, this is the set I ordered for you, I believe I am absolutely wonderful!"

Victor looked at the Demon Hunter in despair. Although the other party did nothing, he saw the scene of his own death on every time line.

But he still had to take a try, and he didn't believe that he would die at the hands of mortals.
Chapter completed!