Without any hesitation!

Zhang Cheng walked directly through the entrance to the center of a huge temple, surrounded by huge stone statues that were more than ten meters high, and could also smell the peculiar fishy smell of seawater.

To be precise, the temple was built deep under the sea, and through the faint light provided by the strange crystal set overhead, you can see the currents that constantly follow the tides outside, as well as the various fish in the water.

Of course, none of the above is the most important.

The most important thing is that in the first half of the temple, where the sea is drenched, lies a huge octopus that cannot be described in words, more than ten times larger than the king squid he had encountered at the bottom of the sea before, and the thick tentacles alone can easily smash any wooden ship.

North Sea Monster!

The name instantly popped up in Zhang Cheng's mind.

Obviously, this thing is the caretaker left by the Norse gods to protect the seal.

But in that battle a long time ago, it had already died with Warrent.

However, due to some immortal properties, the corpse did not decay and deteriorate due to the passage of time, but was preserved intact.

Not far behind the North Sea Monster, there is also a human corpse, which should be the creator of the Demon Sword Soul Envoy - Warrent.

He has short gray hair, looks about fifty years old, and has three-dimensional facial features typical of white Europeans and Americans, not handsome, but not ugly.

As for the seals made of unknown materials, they have long been broken to the point where they are no longer visible, leaving only a bottomless pit.

Out of curiosity about the mythical creatures, Zhang Cheng quickly bent down to examine the remains of the North Sea Monster, and soon found that the magic resistance of this play was simply outrageous.

Whether it is a lethal elemental magic or a variety of necromancy, it can only produce less than ten percent of the original spell at most.

And this guy also has a super-fast regeneration characteristic, no matter how destroyed it is, it will often recover within the next ten seconds to a few minutes, which is completely a nightmare for the caster.

In addition, the magical energy contained in the residual blood of the Banshee of the North Sea is far beyond anyone's imagination, and she must have a very terrifying spell-like ability before her death.

I really don't know how Warrent killed the other party in the first place.

After examining the sticky and slippery corpse, Zhang Cheng quickly turned his attention to the other corpse.

Of course, it's a bit inaccurate to say that the corpse is actually a bit inaccurate.

After a brief examination, he found that Warrent was not strictly dead, but had only entered some kind of prolonged shock or dormancy.

In particular, the soul, which is the most important part of intelligent life, has always been well sealed and sleeping in the shell.

It is not difficult to see that Warrent was so hurt after the battle that he knew that he would not last long, and he had to choose this unreliable method in exchange for a chance to resurrect.

"Should I praise you for your strong desire to survive, or should I praise you for your accurate predictions of the future? But it doesn't matter, I can get a lot of useful information anyway, even if I don't need to resurrect you. As he spoke, Zhang Cheng raised his fingers, which shimmered with silver light, and gently touched the corpse's forehead.

Moment!

A soul that looked exactly like Warrente emerged from his body.

He looked around for a moment, and then asked in old Spanish, "Who are you, and what year is it?"

"It's 2004 A.D. As for who I am, I believe you should know very well, don't you?" Zhang Chengyi blinked deeply.

"Are you the Fourteenth Messenger chosen by the Creator?2004?!Have I slept for so long?" Warrent's eyes widened in surprise.

"Or what do you think? Now tell me everything you know, and in exchange I can consider bringing you back to life. Zhang Cheng set conditions as always, trying to use the other party's weaknesses to achieve his goals.

But it's a pity that Warrent is obviously not easy to deal with, and immediately shook his head with a smile: "No, resurrect me first, and then I'll tell you everything." You may not believe it, but I know yourself better than you do, including your wisdom, your coldness, your cruelty, your madness, and your ambition to fear and marvel even to the gods. Also, don't think about getting answers through prolonged torture or direct invasion of the soul. As long as you do that, I will choose death to gain liberation. ”

"Oh, it seems that your ability to foresee the future is real!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in a slightly surprised manner.

As the other party said, it was just a temptation, and he didn't plan to fulfill his promise at all.

If Warrent had been so stupid as to say everything he knew, he would have been worse than death.

Because Zhang Cheng has never been a kind person, he is strongly wary of everything, and even has the worst plan to be the enemy of the whole world, and will never easily let someone who knows his secret run around.

"Hahahaha! Yes, my ability to foresee the future is much stronger than you think, and I even foresaw your future. As natural allies, I don't think it's necessary for us to be hostile to each other. After all, I'm not like you, with ambitions that surpass everything. In fact, I'm easily satisfied, as long as I can live forever with immortality. Warrent laughed and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

Zhang Cheng touched his chin and was obviously hesitating, but after two or three minutes, he nodded slightly: "Yes, but before that, you have to explain what the so-called power of fate is all about? And the woman who claims to be the creator, is it really the origin of the birth of all life on this planet?"

In fact, the so-called fate is essentially nothing more than a change and connection in time and space. You can understand that at a certain point in time, all matter, including life, in an area has the possibility. Warrent explained, curling the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Possibility?"

"Yes! Possibility! Like now that we're both standing here, how many possibilities do you think is going to happen?"

As he said this, a playful look appeared on Warrent's face.

"The answer is 145,000 kinds, hundreds of them are you killing me, and a dozen are me killing you, or the North Sea Monster suddenly resurrects and kills us both.

Don't think it's a joke, the probability is that whatever the probability of happening is counted.

But of these countless possibilities, only one or a few will occur in the next phase of the flow of time, and all the rest will disappear.

And my destiny can foresee this, and try to intervene and change it somewhat.

My friend, the future is never static, and my ability is to monitor its development all the time......"

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