High Above Chapter 400

   Chapter 400 is just pathetic (23)

"Oh?"

   There is no self, but a prophecy related to self.

   It sounds like a mouthful, but it is actually not difficult to understand.

  Ian knows that a prophet cannot predict a prophet, but there is also a difference in this "cannot" - he cannot see the signs of another prophet's influence on himself, but the other party cannot influence him to predict the influence of others on him.

   In other words, other prophets predicted themselves, not completely invalidated, but prophesied in a state of "without him", or "ignoring the part where he is."

At this moment, the spiritual voice of the child's soul has begun to weaken, and this time it is Linda who is in charge: [Big brother, I once saw the chaos in Nauman City with the help of the power of the skull, and all the mysterious men in black went to that city, In the end, I cooperated with another group of people and successfully obtained a very important thing]

  【We don't know what that thing is, it's very ordinary, but it's extremely precious, it's too contradictory, the world is too big, there are many things we don't know...but it's related to a certain sect...what is the sect? 】

  【In short, it was precisely because of this scene that we decided to speed up the plan together with Dad—but you came, big brother, so all prophecies were broken, and all fates took a different track】

[The mysterious man in black appeared because of your arrival, and we will also enter into failure... But since our destiny has been changed, the people who get important things in Nauman City will also change... even everything will change, and no one will get it Maybe? 】

  Linda obviously had no interest in all of this, or in other words, she didn't take the prophecy seriously at all.

  She is an artificial human made to carry the 'Evening Skull', and psionic energy is also 'activated'. She usually uses activated psionic energy to assist the Ephemeral Skull to make predictions, so she is even a little bit against this aspect.

  However, like her brothers, she has naive malice towards the Institute of the Intellect.

   That is, no matter what happens, I hope that the Academy of Gnosis will fail.

   It's best for them all to die.

   "Sect? The Four Orthodox Churches? Or a cult? The prophecy of the Momentary Skull? It does have such power."

  Ian frowned slightly, he understood something.

  In this way, the actions of Baron Ryan and the children can be explained—the out-of-control plan of the Gnosia Institute is also inevitable, because they actually succeeded in cultivating a psyker who can use the power of the prophet.

  Although it is only indirect, the existence of the prophetic power itself means "obtaining a certain amount of future information unconditionally"... Against this kind of psychic, even a few children can escape their control.

  As for why the other party told me this prophecy...

   "Do you want me to prevent the success of the Academy of Gnosis? Even if it's just something that has nothing to do with you?"

   After being silent for a while, Ian smiled frankly: "Although I really want to say no, I can't refuse."

   At this point, he paused and said seriously: "But, remember."

   "It's not for you, it's just that I want to do it."

  【It's all the same, big brother, only you care about these little things, only those who want to live need excuses】

  At this moment, what appeared in Ian's ear was a rather unfamiliar voice, but also the most mature voice: [What we should do is over, and next, we should leave and pay it back with death]

   This is the voice of the baron's father and son, the child who may indeed be resurrected in the end.

  His death was the beginning of all the baron's madness and crimes.

   But he may be the most innocent among the dead present.

  At least, he didn't have any evidence of evil except that he stunned Steward Moda.

  He's just...the Chosen One.

   and a victim.

Unlike the souls of the other three children who could clearly sense abnormality and madness, Ian could sense that although the souls of the baron's parents and children still carried a bit of resentment, they finally recovered with the help of the baron and his younger siblings. normal sane.

   Maybe this is the power of the Chosen One? Or the psychic support of the three siblings?

   Or, when he met the old manager Moda, he had already recovered part of his sanity?

   It doesn't matter anymore.

   "If it's your choice."

  Ian replied softly: "Then go."

  【Then farewell, brother Prophet passing by】

   "Farewell, poor children."

  In the dark night and thunderstorm, Ian turned his back to the corpse and the light group.

  The downpour of rain melted the ice, melted away the mud and rocks, and made all the traces of the battle disappear without a trace, while the roaring thunder covered all the sounds.

Frost Butterfly flew over from a distance, the young man raised his finger, and the little goblin happily clung to the tip of his index finger. Frost Butterfly's laughter coincided with the cheerful laughter coming from behind him, and along with it, there was a sound of flesh and blood. Distorted weird wriggling sound.

  In the cultivation cabin, all the corpses of the children, even the body that was being cultivated to carry the resurrection of the resentful spirit, began to spontaneously decompose, crumble, and melt into **** of strange orange-red solution.

   This is the effect of Mo Qiu's spiritual power. He is mobilizing his power to completely erase all remaining traces of himself and his brothers and sisters in this world.

  Even, even the brilliance of the 'Skull of a Moment' on Linda's head is also dimming—this spiritual inheritance has consumed a lot of power, and now it is almost exhausted, and it is turning back into an ordinary ether crystal skull.

  Without the interference of this thing that is also the inheritance of the prophet, many fogs in the youth's vision of vision clearly emerged again.

   But Ian didn't look back. He doesn't need to look either.

  Because the teenager knew a long time ago that these lives that have never experienced the slightest meaning in this land have finally found the last meaning of their lives.

  That is to eradicate the existence of ego from this world, so that no one can find them again, hurt them again, and use them to repeat another terrible plan.

   Even with the possibility of resurrection, life still chooses to refuse to be born in this world again.

  After more than ten seconds, all the sounds of flesh and blood squirming completely stopped, and the laughter of the children also completely dissipated, and the fluctuation of spiritual energy began to weaken.

  Ian stopped in his tracks, and for a full ten seconds, he didn't hear any sound.

   They all dissipated.

  Six years ago, the great storm along the coast of Nanling, combined with the malice of a group of people, turned into a landslide that destroyed a family; and the landslide created by a crazy nobleman also destroyed hundreds of thousands of ordinary families.

The war between Flame Land and the Empire seems to have nothing to do with this matter, but in fact it is closely related—Grand Duke Sorin could not support the defense line independently, and the people in the country were displaced, and the Empire was trying to weaken the power of the Duke. Or the real shift of strategic focus, sitting back and watching the refugees from the western border continue to migrate to other provinces.

  In the future, Grand Duke Thorin will choose to completely betray—or independently choose the destiny of his own country.

  It was just a small decision that caused the death of hundreds of thousands of people, and following this decision, organizations such as the Institute of the Intellect took advantage of the momentum and used this rich 'resource' to launch their various plans.

If it is recorded in the history books, all of this is probably just a fluffy sentence, "The Setar Empire and the Feiyan Land have had a six-year strategic confrontation. The secret war and biological warfare between the two sides have caused the western plains to be unable to cultivate normally, famine Frequent disasters and diseases caused a large number of people to flee to other provinces, and there were ten survivors.

   It is such a sentence, a sentence that may be ignored by scholars and readers of later generations, falling on the heads of ordinary people... No, even if it falls on the heads of sublimated people, it is like a landslide.

  The world is never ugly.

   It's just pathetic.

"damn it."

  During the heavy rain, the white-haired boy cursed in Chinese in a low voice, then put on his helmet.

   Collect all the fragments of the broken sword and the pieces of the alchemy armor without leaving any clues.

   Then, Ian turned his head and looked at the previous battle scene.

   Baron Ryan's corpse was far from the one he fought with before. Not only did the sword wound on his throat disappear, but his face also turned purple as if he had been poisoned.

  As for the body of the deputy section chief of the Institute of Intellectual Intelligence, although the smashed head cannot be reversed, it does not look like it was trampled to pieces, but was smashed by Baron Ryan with an armor-piercing cone.

   At first glance, it looks like these two duels, both of them cast ultimate moves, and then they both died.

   "...too proficient."

  For a while, even Ian himself couldn't find a mistake.

   But he also knows that these actions can only be concealed from uninformed people, such as the inspector of the Imperial Superintendent Court and the executor of the Huaiguang Church.

  But the Institute of the Intellect must know that Mo Qiu has the ability to distort and control the body.

  Since this is the case, they will definitely not make a misjudgment because of the condition of the corpse, but try to search for more clues.

   But it was enough—enough to leave them dazed for a while, unable to trace themselves again.

   "I still owe Sister Yingguang a thank you... let's go back and get the luggage first."

  Ian thought.

From the beginning to the end, only Sister Reflecting Light and the old steward Moda knew that he was involved in this matter, and only Sister Reflecting Light knew that he went to track down Baron Lean—this happened to be a time difference, after all, this battle is long, and the whole process is counted. It didn't take more than fifteen minutes to crush the man in black at the Gnosia Academy. As long as he speeded back, no one would guess that it was him who killed Baron Laian and the deputy section chief of the Gnosia Academy.

   It's normal if you don't catch up, but you will be suspected if you catch up.

   "Speaking of which, did I kill another old friend of the Viscount?"

  Thinking of this, Ian paused for a moment, then shook his head vigorously, shaking off this strange thought: "It's not my fault, Nanling is indeed not very good in Fengshui."

   "Perhaps the whole of Terra is not doing well."

  With delicate thoughts, the young man left this place and accelerated towards Ryan.

  Although few people would throw the suspicion on himself under the command of Viscount Grant, who is an old friend of Baron Ryan, it is better to have someone to prove it than nothing.

   After a long time.

   When the rain clouds dissipate, dawn comes.

  Two radiant figures came to this valley.

  (end of this chapter)

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