Chapter 32 Ominous Prophecy

"I know that you have been feeling depressed after going through so much. If you want to release your inner depression, then do it happily. But I regard this as training before setting off to find the crystal. Of course, I hope this is all a dream."

As Zheng Cheng spoke, a gradually rising ball of fire rolled in his palm.

Spring sleepiness still seems to be plaguing people's brains. In the huge stadium, only Zheng Cheng and his roommates disturbed the peaceful atmosphere of the early morning with mutual hostility.

Xiong Da was the second one to stretch out his palm. In the bleacher area closest to him, an orange-red seat was quickly dismantled. In the blink of an eye, the intact plastic seat decomposed into countless small and sharp plastic plates and was sucked into Xiong Da's body.

When the complete seats became completely scratched, Xiong Dali waved his hand, and these cut plastic plates were like a well-formed army and came towards Zheng Cheng in mid-air.

Zheng Cheng had no intention of backing down. After throwing out a bunch of fireballs, he stretched out both hands at the same time again. The fireballs bursting out from his palms gradually condensed on his chest, and they seemed to be merging.

, because a gradually taking shape of the fire dragon hovered in Zheng Cheng's chest, eager to try.

The fire dragon opened its flame-devouring maw and rushed toward the approaching phalanx. Its momentum was like an overwhelming force, curling up the sharp plastic plates in the air. The flames enveloped the army that Xiong Da had just formed.

The ball of electricity in Lu Shi's hand gradually stretched into a sharp lightsaber wrapped in electricity. He did not hesitate anymore and rushed over from behind Zheng Cheng and Xiong Da. The visible current stirred the surroundings and became more and more unstable.

of air.

The lightsaber gradually extended in Lu Shi's hand and became larger and larger, as if it was about to cut off the last trace of warmth in the spring breeze. Lu Shi jumped high and cut into Zheng Cheng's fire dragon and Xiong Da's witchcraft formation, which were fighting fiercely.

Go down.

Three people and three different witchcrafts converged into a dazzling wave of bright light in the center of the venue, which was indistinguishable for a moment.

Zheng Cheng's eyes were reflected red by the firelight, and his reason became increasingly unclear in the increasingly competitive electric light. His left arm attached to the prophet's armplate was wrapped in increasingly intense flames, and a square

The seal gradually rose in the palm of his left hand, which had turned blood red, like a bud growing in the bones of his palm.

Cui Xiao, who had not taken any action, saw Zheng Cheng's obvious changes. However, Lu Shi and Xiong Da, who were caught in the melee, did not realize that Zheng Cheng's Prophet's Armplate was about to declare their defeat.

Cui Xiao used all his strength to throw the brick-sized ice cube in his hand like a rugby ball. The cold ice cube gradually turned into a goshawk that soared into the sky and spread its wings as it moved rapidly. Even though it was made of ice crystals

It is made up of a large body, but its sharp claws and hook-shaped beak are clearly visible.

The ice eagle flew like an arrow from the string and hit Zheng Cheng's prophet's gauntlet, splitting into countless tiny ice shards attached to it. The hot prophet's gauntlet melted these ice shards into strands of water vapor and floated around Zheng Cheng's arm.

around.

Zheng Cheng was stunned for a moment. Xiong Da and Lu Shi's witchcraft seemed to have found a breakthrough. With a flash of lightning, Zheng Cheng fell to the slightly wet turf.

The strong earthy smell irritated Zheng Cheng's nostrils. He touched his soaked clothes and was surprised that it hadn't rained recently in Zhengzhou. But when he stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, he was dumbfounded because he saw his bloody hands.

, bright red blood drops were still soaking his eyes that were gradually blurring.

"Zheng Cheng!" Lu Shi and Xiong Da retracted their palms at the same time. They stood frozen in place like passers-by who had been stunned by the heavy rain.

Cui Xiao looked at Zheng Cheng who was soaked in blood in disbelief. He thought about the last time he was almost killed by Aphra's spell at the Harappa ruins. At that time, he also fell in his own blood. Fortunately, Zheng Cheng

Cheng arrived in time to save them all, but now he doesn't know what to do.

Cui Xiao slowly approached the eye-catching grass that was dyed red, his hands and even his whole body were trembling.

Zheng Cheng moved in the pool of blood. His chest hurt terribly, but the crystals on his heart were gradually healing the visible wounds. He could feel the skin regrowing everywhere on his body.

"I want your souls to sober up. The impulse is deviating from our original intention." Zheng Cheng's palm revealed an increasingly clear silver-white cross.

After Morgana returned from Harappa, she taught Zheng Cheng how to make the cross invisible. Of course, this was to prevent this sharp weapon from being stolen by people with evil intentions.

Zheng Cheng stood up holding the cross. The morning light across the stands made the surface of the cross shine particularly brightly. At this time, someone from behind Zheng Cheng held down the cross he was about to lift.

"You are friends who share weal and woe. In the eyes of our enemies, we are a team. If this team is as disorganized as it is now, then our weaknesses will be exposed in front of the enemy." Mo JiaNa approached Cui Xiao.

, Xiong Da and Lu Shi said at the same time.

"Zheng Cheng is willing to sacrifice everything to save you. If it hadn't been for him, you would have become a stone statue covered in sand and dust forever." Mo Jiana looked at Cui Xiao and said, then she turned to Xiong Da and Lu Shi and said, "You will also become a stone statue covered by sand and dust."

A puppet at the mercy of the Yuanyu people."

"I never thought this would happen, I just..." Cui Xiao didn't know how to reply to Morgana for a moment.

"I don't know why you are fighting, but since the conflict arises too early, let it end early." Mojiana said, stroking Cui Xiao's blushing cheek with one hand.

For some reason, Cui Xiao felt that Mo Jia Na regarded him as her younger brother. Even so, facing Mo Jia Na's extremely affectionate face, Cui Xiao was so nervous that she could not speak.

Zheng Cheng dragged the cross to them. He felt like a patient who had stood up again from the critical bed in the hospital and regained consciousness and vitality. So he rubbed his slightly dirty hair and looked at the patient who had also woken up too early.

The three people looked exhausted.

"Should we trust this person or not?" Lu Shi asked, pointing to the sculpture behind him. He felt Liu Chun's stiff eyes staring at him.

Morgana was about to say something when suddenly, a white feather floated to her forehead. The clean and shiny feather was swaying in front of her eyes and seemed to have no intention of floating away.

"I'm going to the Yuan Realm, Zheng Cheng." Morgana glanced at Zheng Cheng meaningfully, seeming to finish explaining the unfinished words to Zheng Cheng through her eyes. Zheng Cheng suddenly felt that Morgana's brown eyes were particularly special today.

bright.

Cui Xiao suddenly thought of something and asked Xiong Da and Lu Shi: "Why did you two come to the stadium?"

Lu Shi and Xiong Da didn't speak. They all looked at Liu Chun, who was still unfrozen.

Morgana wears a high hat tied with a bow and a green ribbon, half of her face is covered by a hanging black veil, and paired with a blue-green printed dress, she looks cool and elegant in the snow-white world.

Noble. Suddenly, she disappeared out of thin air.

"Please pass your letter of introduction, madam." A soldier wrapped in thick armor said to Morgana who appeared in front of the city wall.

Morgana stretched out a slender hand, and the soldier took the envelope in her hand and removed the seal familiarly. A piece of ancient light yellow letter paper in the envelope was raised to his eyes.

"Catherine, a distant relative of Professor Napoleon, came to attend the banquet he organized at the college." The soldier whose face was covered by an iron mask said as he read the scrawled writing on the paper.

"Well, yes, yes." Morgana nodded impatiently.

"I need you to take off your hat and veil, madam," the soldier said suddenly.

"Don't you think your request is rude?" Morgana seemed to be angered by the soldier's words, and she said dissatisfiedly.

"This is an order, ma'am. The entrance and exit of the academy has been strictly checked recently. I think you should know." The soldier still said righteously.

"Then let me tell you, if you don't let me in and make Professor Napoleon wait impatiently, you will have a bad end. I think Leader Sargon has been very busy recently, and I don't want to disturb him with this trivial matter.

Just let me in quickly." Morgana had no intention of backing down.

Napoleon's office.

"So Sargon released Salaman? You went with him to release the prisoners?" Morgana sat on a leather sofa under the gray-green tapestry. She yanked the coffee-colored leather armrest.

stand up.

"I can't help it. This is Sargon's will. If I don't follow his request, you know what will happen." The teapot on the stove was boiling and Napoleon said as he walked over.

"This is not your character, Professor, you shouldn't be afraid of him, and you shouldn't be satisfied with the present!" Morgana's voice became extremely sharp.

"Dear Morgana, this is not a realm. I am used to everything here and I don't want to change anything. Look, I am already old. Even if I can live forever, so what, because my heart is drying up day by day." Napoleon

He filled the two teacups on the table with trembling hands and said.

"Yes, yes, you are content with the status quo, but as for us, you know that we are no match for him at all. His dragon will eat us alive as dessert." Morgana said excitedly, and the leather sofa was moved by her

It made a muffled sound when twisted.

"That's why I'm looking for you." Napoleon said, handing the smoking coral tea cup to Morgana, who glared at him angrily and took the hot porcelain cup.

"The dragon controller can control the dragon as he pleases by connecting his own heart with the dragon's heart. But there is a way to stir up the dragon's heart and in turn control the dragon's thoughts, but it doesn't take long, and within this period of time it's

The best time to kill a dragon." After Napoleon finished speaking, he ignored the boiling tea and took a sip. It seemed that he had made a lot of determination before telling Morgana.

"How to stir up the dragon's heart? Tell me in detail." Morgana put the tea cup aside and asked impatiently.

"You should know that dragons like gold. In front of gold, dragons will go crazy. As long as the dragon is unconscious due to the temptation of gold, you can control its thoughts." Napoleon said.

"Then how to control the dragon's mind? Wait, you mean to use ritual witchcraft to control that giant monster like a human being?" Morgana suddenly stood up excitedly, regardless of the violent shaking.

The top of her dress was cut off her shoulders, revealing her exquisite collarbone.

"Yes." Napoleon nodded, but he said no more. It seemed that he was not ashamed to see Morgana's exposed shoulders.

Morgana suddenly thought of something. She pulled her dress back over her shoulders and said in despair: "Ritual witchcraft requires human sacrifice, which means that someone must sacrifice their own life. We can't do it."

"Morgana, I don't know whether I should say the following, but I have to say that the fortune teller around Sargon foresaw that you would die where the next crystal is. I don't know what this means to you, but

I think this may mean something." Napoleon said earnestly, and suddenly, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, which were particularly clear under the reflection of the fireplace flame.
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