As the Son of Dawn swore an oath to the Icon of the Cross, Lin An was standing by the huge windowsill facing the street at the end of the colonnade.

The windowsill is based on pale yellow marble, imitating the court architectural style of the period of St. Angus I, the windowsill emphasizing the curve is slightly prominent, the surface of the alabaster columns on both sides is carved with the patterns of cherubs and elves wandering in the forest, and in the colorful frescoes on the ceiling, the loving smile between the eyebrows and eyes of the Virgin is clearly visible, and the pure gold powder and fine colored stones are mixed and inlaid in the layers of clouds, which is extremely luxurious, full of religious beauty and sacred meaning.

Although the harsh precepts and old-fashioned tenets of the Holy See are often scoffed at by Fistomers who believe that "money can do anything", we have to admit that the art of painting, sculpture, architecture, music, literature, and theater, which is based on the chanting and worship of religious gods, is indeed an undeniable treasure in the history of the human race in the Muse Continent.

The Fischer-Tropsch merchants, who were adept at imitating, developing and producing pop culture, carried and preserved this art to the hearts of even the most uneducated homeless people.

Standing behind the iron fence of the black vine moon season, Lin An, like any tourist in the city, wandered aimlessly in the flow of people, and no one could deny that this female mage standing by the luxurious and beautiful windowsill has also become one of the scenery in the eyes of tourists.

The Crystal Orchid Casino that Lin An and their descendants collapsed is close to the center of Gypsys City, and it is basically the most densely populated place in the entire city, full of vitality and slightly noisy, but leisurely and full of vitality.

Lin An leaned on the fence, immersed in this atmosphere, her gaze unintentionally swept from the bronze sculpture group in the east to the white arch in the west, and the line of sight that quickly pulled over seemed to be very coincidental, forming a huge white flame in her pupils.

"Delusion?"

The heartstrings flicked, and Lin An subconsciously covered his eyes.

This experience of pulling the gaze too quickly, causing the color patch to piece together a coincidental pattern on the retina, and coincidentally coincident with something in a certain corner of the memory, to form a sense of déjà vu, may be experienced by everyone, but it may have a different meaning for a mage, especially a mage who is studying the realm of prophecy.

This is what the prophecy system says...... Omen? ”

The twin black female mages mages muttered to themselves under the illusion of disguise.

Her pure and flawless black pupils swept in the opposite white crystal, repeating the trajectory of her previous aimless gaze movements, and the similar visual remnants just now did not once again form the jumping, as if moving white flames so clearly and perfectly.

"Sure enough, it can't be repeated."

An omen, a kind of omen, which is not by means of intuition, spells, and divination, but also plays a similar role as an omen, a kind of sudden, uncontrolled omen.

Their usual collection of one or more senses, such as the skull pattern of the white peony in the flower garden that is put together and scattered in an instant after a gust of wind, the cup that is still half an inch away from the edge of the table but shatters on the ground for no reason in the absence of wind, the red wine that has been drunk half in the hand and suddenly carries the slightest smell of blood and corpse decay after being swallowed again, and the immediacy of Lin An's inadvertent glance at the formation of a distinct pattern on the retina.

The opportunity for them to form is usually only for a moment, and after the fact, it is often found without a trace, and it is even easy to be regarded as an illusion.

But all the masters of the prophecy system who have left a mark on history, to a greater or lesser extent, claim to have received such a similar omen of fate before a certain heavy event.

Of course, for those who have not experienced it, this is often regarded as a ridiculous claim that the masters preach that they are different in order to distinguish them from the general public.

As far as Lin An is concerned, similar accounts in the materials left to her by the guards are often classified as anecdotes and unverified hypotheses, and mages based on facts often have greater suspicion and distrust of such exaggerated claims without personal experience or witness.

The mages may believe that the goddess of fate probably has a spinning wheel that weaves fate, but it is hard to believe that the tiny mayfly can clearly pull that thread of fate without paying any price before the soul is sublimated, which is the power that only the gods can have.

Therefore, it is no wonder that most of the prophetic masters in history cannot escape the fate of being called "liars" and "magic sticks", and the royal families of various countries have persevered in their efforts to recruit them, and on the other hand, they often turn their faces after a long or short honeymoon period, knocking down the prophets who were once worshiped as gods.

"I've already confirmed that I'm pretty talented in prophecy, but ...... In this case, do I want to put a weight on my self-confidence on the scales of measuring my own talents? ”

Hooked her lips, and under the disguise, the double black female mage showed a smile that even the goddess was discolored.

Predicting the future is said to be one of the most irresistible temptations of human beings, however, Lin An has no idea of becoming a master of prophecy at all.

It's fun to do divination once in a while, but perhaps influenced by the many prophetic tragedies in the myths and stories of previous lives, the souls of an era shrouded in the shadow of the great monster of "science" have a deep-seated belief that it is not necessarily a good thing to prematurely predict their own fate and the fate of those around them:

A dark fairy tale about a great demon king who likes to cut his soul like a slice of bread tells us that many times, if you don't die, you won't die.

Pulling back the thoughts that were flying farther and farther away due to the gradual disillusionment of the research prophecy realm, and engaged in the white flame in the zhaozhong, in connection with the recent experience, Lin An touched his lips, and couldn't help but say again:

“…… Sure enough, there's no such thing as free cheese. ”

In the same sentence, the meaning of the object is completely different.

["Titi! She calls out to her contractor in her spirit.

["Ann? That side responded immediately.

["Come back, I think we're going to fight!"] By the way, call William. ”】

["Good! ”】

The excited battle intent was clearly transmitted from the other side, and Lin An smiled.

She was in no hurry to gather the rest of her companions, still leaning against the railing, looking down.

In the dim sunset, the Yellowstone Avenue built 200 years ago is still full of people, and the relief sculptures on the walls of the roadside buildings can be seen everywhere, and people are smiling peacefully and happily in the bustling city scene.

Lin An smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know what he thought, and the thick darkness surged and fell from the depths of those lacquered eyes.

The sunset gradually sank below the distant horizon, purple clouds of different shades dominated the sky, and a few overly eager stars had already eagerly revealed their figures on the deep purple and blue sky, and the casino was lit up brightly, almost making people mistakenly think that they were in a city that never sleeps.

She didn't have to wait long.

After about half a magic hour, as if agreed, when the uninvited guest who had made an appointment through the unknown fate of Guò appeared at the end of the street, Lin An and the other party turned to each other at the same time, and their eyes met.

It was as if there was an invisible spark bursting out.

Lin An didn't know what she was like in the eyes of the other party, in her eyes, the other party was like a large light bulb of several kilowatts.

Although the other party's magic can allow him to hide in the flow of people and be subconsciously ignored by ordinary people, in the eyes of someone with a keen perception like Lin An, she felt the other party's existence before he appeared in his sight.

And in the eyes of the Son of Dawn, the moment before Lin An's gaze looked at him, he didn't notice the abnormality of the female mage who was watching the scenery by the railing, until the second before she looked over, there was an incomparably strong sense of existence and crisis, like a rushing tide drowning him.

"Holy Son...... Are they all so unscrupulous to radiate their strength, lest they not be discovered? Or is there no way to control the power at all? ”

Lin An's eyesight was sharp enough to see clearly the dust particles flying in the air beside the white-clothed holy son.

The dust everywhere the white-clothed Holy Son was automatically discharged, seemingly silently declaring that the sanctity of the Holy Son could not be desecrated, but the perception was as powerful as Lin An, but he vaguely felt the incongruity in the other party's power control.

In the room at the back, Sidney still hasn't appeared.

Lin An hooked her lips, stood still like a stone against the water in the flow of people below, looked up at the white-clothed holy son who looked at her, and slowly made a lip shape:

"Sokoa." [Ancient Magic Words: "The Undead."] 】

The eyes of the white-clothed holy son instantly sharpened.

"Blasphemer!"

He let out a low cry, and the intense murderous intent burned in the smoky blue eyes that were usually full of wide fraternity.

And the blasphemer in his eyes still seemed to be smiling, standing in place, completely defenseless, sure that he would not make a move here.

"Wow, pigeon!"

In the square in the distance, the children's crisp screams and cheers rang out.

A large flock of white doves flew over the square, covering the dark clouds, and it was a magnificent sight under the gradually dimming sky, and countless travelers stopped and looked up at the sky.

No one but the two sides knew that less than three feet around them, a dark battle was taking place that could affect their fate.

"Despicable!"

The white-clothed holy son clenched his fists and shouted, the holy white light looming in his exposed fist, hesitation and hesitation flashed in his heart, and the precepts he kept and the situation in front of him contradicted each other.

"Father Almighty, are you testing your devout believers?"

The thread of fate on this street, and indeed for most of the people of this city, has been tied to him.

Before leaving, the Pope had already instructed him:

On this trip, he hunted down a powerful necromancer who had destroyed an empire five hundred years ago and survived incognito.

This time, I sensed that the other party was saving zài here, which was just an accident.

However, the white-clothed holy son speculated that the other party was likely to be seriously injured, or there were other factors shackles, so he accidentally leaked his location.

This is undoubtedly the best time to kill this evil one, and if it continues to delay, it is likely that the prepared opponent will be waiting for the opportunity to escape!

With the hidden ability of this undead archmage who has been lurking on the continent for hundreds of years, if the other party is allowed to escape and find it next time, I don't know when, then how innocent is the life that died at the hands of this evil person during this period?

(To be continued) RS