More than 1,600 years ago, Vorent met the daughter of a nobleman from the Iberian Peninsula and gave birth to a girl named Janeta.

From her father's bloodline, she gained unimaginable power to peer into certain fragments of the past, present, and future, eventually becoming the first prophetic witch, my ancestor.

Later, Warrent was on an unusually dangerous mission, and knowing that he was likely to die, he left a notebook and the mold used to forge the key to begin sealing.

In his notes, he describes many bizarre stories, including his origins and the strange worlds he has experienced.

Therefore, the prophetic witches have done their best to find the children of destiny hidden in the crowd to help them tide over the difficulties and complete their mission.

Unfortunately, not every Child of Destiny can be found, and not every Child of Destiny is excellent.

But there is one thing, any child of destiny will inevitably be entangled with an extremely large amount of destiny power, which can make the prophetic witch more powerful, and even gain the ability to be comparable to a god in a short period of time.

As long as you agree to surrender to me the power of fate that is entangled in me, I swear allegiance to you until you or I are killed by the enemy.

How about it, do you agree to my terms?"

As the last word blurted out, Anthia slowly opened her arms, as if to embrace something, and the strange tattoo that stretched from the sides of her neck to her collarbone shoulder emitted a silvery white glow.

Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned, and suddenly had a very uncomfortable feeling, as if there was something invisible, but very important, about to leave him.

Driven by strong vigilance, he refused without thinking: "No! I am not interested in the conditions you offer. ”

Moment!

That inexplicable feeling is gone!

Instead, the prophetic witch roared heartbreakingly, "No! no! no! how can you refuse me! You can't refuse me! Give me the power of your destiny! It's mine!"

In less than thirty seconds, the skin on her body began to age rapidly, from a mature and intellectual woman around forty years old with good maintenance, to an old lady with gray hair and wrinkled skin all over her body.

"Rapid aging, does anyone know what just happened?" asked Zhang Cheng as he carefully kept a safe distance.

"Master, I think this woman seems to have used some kind of secret art to seize your power, but failed and was counterattacked by the spell. "The artifact supremacy was the first to give its own explanation.

Like its own creator, it is also a half-prophetic magical idiot, and can only make rough guesses based on energy operations and phenomena.

In contrast, AI X is undoubtedly much more reliable, explaining through the Bluetooth headset hanging from her ear: "Sir, under the observation of the miniature electronic detection, this lady has just released a strong micro-electric induction, causing a kind of energy field that cannot be other than the surrounding area, and at the same time, a similar but more powerful force field has been activated on your body. When the two force fields resonate, you happen to say a word no, ending the resonance, so the micro-electrical induction causes a disorder of biological cells in the body, followed by rapid aging. ”

"Wow couple! Good explanation! Thanks, X, I think I understand what's going on. Besides, have you read the occult books I transmitted to you last time?" asked Zhang Cheng with interest.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't really understand what is going on, but I'm trying to parse and calculate it. If I could have a body, I would be able to speed up my progress a lot if I could try it again and again. The AI replied meticulously.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll give you a body, a body that can really hold consciousness and soul......"

After that, Zhang Cheng ignored X, who was communicating with him through the satellite, stepped in front of Anxia, and said with a sneer: "Madam, how are you going to justify what you did just now? You know? It's been a long time since anyone dared to take something away from me without consent. ”

"No, you don't understand! The power of fate is of no use to you at all! But to me, it is life, soul, and everything. Give it to me, give me the power of your destiny......" The witch stretched out her old arm, trying to grasp the mysterious power in the air that could not be seen or even felt by the naked eye.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe you, and I don't believe your nonsense. What's more, if you can really spy into the past, present, and future, as I just said, then when you come to see me, have you foreseen the terrible fate that you are about to face, and foresee that I will invade your brain and look for answers from your memories and consciousness?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Cheng's spiritual ability was suddenly fully activated, tearing apart the opponent's psychological defense line in an extremely violent way, and wantonly destroying the parts that were worthless to him.

In about two or three minutes, he found what he was looking for from a childhood memory.

A book to be exact, a heavy parchment book the size of a twenty-four-inch monitor, densely packed with secrets about the Prophetic Witch family, and within the cover of the last night was an even older and worn notebook that Warrent had left behind before he left for the first seal.

Unfortunately, the book is not in New York, but in the Iberian Peninsula, in what is now the subterranean chamber of an ancient castle on the outskirts of Valencia, Spain.

"Hmph! Prophecy? There is nothing more ridiculous magic in the world! If there is such a thing as fate, then wouldn't it be good for people to do so desperately and honestly accept their predetermined fate? As he spoke, Zhang Cheng stomped on Anthea's head with a snap, releasing a green light that broke the corpse into a cloud of unrecognizable dust on the spot.

For the destruction of corpses, there is nothing more important than the six rings of the Faren Continent - dissociation.

The second-hand wrecked car listening to the side was not spared, and eventually turned into a pile of iron filings and flowed into the sewers under the power of magic.

After doing all this, he used his teleportation magic to return to the Long Island Villa, intending to go to the study alone and sort out what had happened in the last two days.

If nothing else, next week we will sail out on a boat as planned to salvage the key that opened the gates of the Golden City.

After all, as the time for the entrance to the Golden City to reappear is getting closer and closer, Faust is urging again and again that he must make something to do, otherwise the covenant between the three people will not last long......