Chapter 558

Dust rose from the ground again.

Veronica's robe wrapped around her and let the wind blow up the corners.

Through the thick haze, she could see the scarred walls of the outpost and the constantly attacking green skins. Everywhere were the bodies of oke and their old war machines - although there were no star soldiers stationed in it, there were a team of elite mortal soldiers.

But there is no doubt that they can't last long without support.

As night approached, the black smoke from the ignited fuel choked the already suffocating air.

"Sorry, prophet, I failed."

Beside her, the great prophet eldral uslan just nodded.

"Do you understand the nature of your task?"

He asked, but did not look at her.

"Eliminate the threat of an ark world."

Veronica whispered and was ashamed of her failure.

"Not all right."

Eldral laughed softly.

"There will be new threats in the ark world all the time. Just like a human saying, there are at least more than 1000 different ways of death in a person's life. For the ark world, I think it is the same. Sometimes the prophet Council seems too nervous and puts our precious strength on every unknowability."

"Isn't this the way USVI lives?"

"Yes, but in a sense, don't we become the same as the human empire that gave up everything to struggle for survival... Does this mean that we have never been as noble and intelligent as we claim?"

Veronica was silent.

The words of the great prophet will set off a huge crisis of public opinion in public. After all, what supports the spirit family to come to the present is only the memory of the glory of the past, in addition to the fear of death.

Most people have long lost hope.

Living in order to live is a true portrayal of almost all spiritual families. Whether it is the ark spiritual family, the wilderness spiritual family, or the fallen compatriots of Comoros, their essential living state is the same.

Because we all know that as a sub space power, the color evil can not be defeated. The spirit family has already become a remnant candle in the wind, and its extinction is only a matter of time.

It's just that we don't want to mention the absolutely dark future.

Only when they satirize those "lower creatures", can the spirit clan get some comfort and anesthesia from the memory of the past.

Veronica didn't say anything, but from her own feelings, she could clearly feel the decadent feeling gradually filled in the ark - everyone was still fighting, but the goal had become more and more confused.

With the decrease of population, the ark may exist for a long time, but it will come to an end.

Losing their homeland, they have no way back.

Really, the spirit family is much more desperate than human beings. At least they have a golden sun, but the spirit family only has a cowardly smile God.

"But the threat of this green paper is indeed higher than ever, which has been recognized by the prophet Council."

Veronica tries to bring the topic to the front of her eyes and try not to let despair surround her - the spirit clan is an emotion sensitive creature.

"I didn't say it wasn't a threat, so I proposed that you lead the battle."

As eldral spoke, he gently stroked the mysterious long staff in his hand.

"All the lines of destiny converge here. We try to find our way in the network of illusory destiny, but sometimes the flow of reality will lead us forward... Will it be able to solve the crisis when it dies? Or is it not directly caused by it?"

"It must die. If we can't kill it here, the Phoenix Lord will intervene."

"There's no need. From the beginning, fate doomed it not to die here."

Veronica was surprised.

"What... Then why do you..."

"Because some guys have to shut up. They don't know to turn back until they hit the wall."

The prophet said, still staring at the scarred outpost of mankind.

"Anyway, everything will end today."

"End?"

Veronica repeated.

"The life of the beast, or this operation?"

"Both."

The great prophet answered simply.

For a moment, they were silent.

The hillside is full of OKs' bodies. The position of the outpost is dangerous, and the number advantage cannot be expanded. OKs who failed in the first attack have withdrawn to the depths and surrounding of the canyon and licked their wounds.

Their psionic murmurs seemed distant, like thunderclouds rumbling in Veronica's mind.

It's still far away, but it's accumulating strength and anger.

It will be stronger than the previous one.

In particular, she could feel that one of the OKs was gathering the psionics of the other oks. She guessed the identity of the OKs, and she hoped to settle the OKs who played with her.

"Go back first. The battle is over. I will put forward a new plan to the Council of prophets. If we can't solve it ourselves, we will take it to the place where it is destined to die."

And when he had said these things, the great prophet said no more.

Veronica stood in the wind for another moment, then saluted each other, and then floated away.

A minute after she left, eldral uslan suddenly opened to the wind.

"Is that news important enough for you?"

As soon as he finished his words, the space behind him suddenly twisted.

Then, in a long and strange ballad, a man with a clown mask and a fancy figure turned over and fell to the ground.

"Very important, dear prophet."

Eldral uslan glanced at the clown without expression, and then snorted.

"The laughter maker of the path of the curtain, what funny joke did you bring to me this time?"

"I'm a microphone on this trip. I wear needles and wires to mend frequently. Misfortunes and blessings pass away overnight. Good times and auspicious days should go at the right time."

The comedian answered the prophet's questions in a strange tone as if singing.

Eldral closed his eyes and rubbed his head.

"Ah Su Yan, is it really so difficult for you to talk well?"

So he took the most direct way to directly probe his spiritual tentacles into each other's brains.

At first, the other side resisted, but the comedian was obviously not the opponent of the great prophet, so they successfully completed the spiritual dialogue.

"We can talk well this time."

"Great prophet, you should respect our tradition."

"Ah, of course I respect you and your troupe, but I have a migraine recently. I don't have the energy to think about your proverbs. Just get down to business. Who are you talking to?"

"I hope to be with you."

"Oh? It's actually that one. It's been two thousand years since I heard about her last time. It seems that the news is really hot. Even she was shocked."

"I attach great importance to the news you bring."

"OK, she will decide the time and place. I haven't seen this old friend for a long time."

But the comedian didn't leave, but took a look at the green camp.

"Great prophet, you should know that the great threat there may put several ark worlds in danger. Although I know you once had a special view on the green skin race, they are different from the past, just some brainless beasts."

"Look, you are in a paradox again. If it is a mindless beast, how can it become a great threat?"

"But... The curtain Walker also told me that those who break bones should not stay."

"Then go back and tell her that this is not the burial place of the bone breaker. No one can kill it when its fate promises. After all... The aftermath of the war in those years has not been completely calmed down."

The comedian was silent for a moment and finally gave up the idea of killing the bone breaker at once.

"I will convey it truthfully."

For a time, there was no movement except dust.

As the sun sets, the night emerges, and the jagged towers and mountains of human outposts are dyed as red as blood.

Soon, the humans inside will be finished, and the outpost will become ruins. The signals they send before they die will never be received——

The last chance to stop the bone breaker will disappear

The comedian turned to leave, but finally stopped.

"Great prophet, about Veronica... I still hope you can send her to the troupe. She is the safest in the Internet."

Eldral uslan did not answer, but shook his head gently.

"You can't protect her all the time."

The comedian stared at the back of the great prophet, and his pale mask reflected the blood of the sunset.

"One day, the God of corruption and its minions will find her. Those human degenerates are ready to move. With Veronica's age, you can't hide her power forever. After all, she is... The last daughter of Isa."

The great prophet of USVI still did not respond and cut off the spiritual connection.

The comedian sighed, then turned back and disappeared in the plasma, leaving only the lonely figure to continue to look at the bloody sunset