The unknown magic made everyone retreat to the center of the room, and the surging mystery made the non-magical Augst feel a slight tingling in the skin on his face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The light of the wall continued to spread, seemingly spreading throughout the underground labyrinth.

"I am a messenger...... "I am a disembodied voice from all around, "I bring with me the final prophecy of the prophet Ficedor. First of all, I want to congratulate you. You are one step closer to the knowledge of your ancestors, and only one last question is left to be answered. ”

Augst held the sword of the sage slightly unsheathed, beware of the malicious actions that this magic might make, the magic defense ability of that sword was absolutely first-class, but in the face of carefully prepared large-scale magic, it may be just a drop in the bucket.

"You said you brought prophecy, didn't the oracle scroll record prophecy?" Ognel questioned the voice.

The voice of the magic did not answer Ognel's question, but was silent.

"Why us?" asked Clinos, "if you tell us why you prophesied alone, did the prophet already know who would enter this room?"

The voice responded to Klinus this time, "You are right about the foresight of the future, the destined future cannot be explored or does not exist, but you are destined to come here, you are chosen. ”

"Chosen?" said Clinos, "you don't tell me that God has chosen you." ”

"Not by God, but by others. According to fatalism, perhaps that man's choice was also God's will. The voice said, "God's mighty hand controls the river of time, so that it is impossible to find any traces of him now." Clinos White, you deserve to die in the eternal night of Demon Town. But you are chosen to rise out of the darkness ....... ”

"That's not an answer, how do you know I'm here if the future that has been decided doesn't exist?"

The voice fell silent for a moment, and it stopped speaking no matter what the question was.

"Speak, you incompetent messenger, you have not made anything clear at all. ”

The glimmer on the walls dimmed, and Isaac didn't react to the glowing wall banging.

The voice of the self-proclaimed messenger waited silently for time to pass, as if it had been doing it for thousands of years. It's waiting because it knows what's going to happen. This feeling annoyed Clinos for reasons that needless to say.

"Hi Isaac. Klinus asked him, "When you're on the ground, you say it's about my fate, and what does that mean?"

"What? Did I say anything?" Isaac didn't remember his strange words, and continued to look at the walls that held the strange magic together. It doesn't seem like he cares about this at all, and he doesn't pay due attention to the current situation.

The synthesizers are unaware of fear and nervousness, and all their activities are pre-programmed actions, no matter how much Isaac behaves like a human and has a sense of logic, which is itself a simulation of emotions. Similar to natural spirits, their thoughts and actions do not change when their self-consciousness is formed. Memories are less like something that can shake them, but rather like meaningless, recurring scenes from which no lessons can be learned.

"Okay...... Let me ask you another way why you went to the square, as if you were deliberately trying to pull us in. Klinus asked, "Is that what you're trying to do?"

"No, of course not. At least I don't know that's the case, and I don't know why I was created. There's only so much I can recall, and I mentioned it to you, didn't I? The last thing I remember is that my father told me that if you can escape, go wherever you want. Isaac said with a smile, "As a result, I really escaped. ”

Thinking about it calmly, the reason why Isaac went to the Eaves of God Square was because there were so many people in high spirits that the spirits could barely resist the temptation of such emotions, like ants obsessed with sugar. The bizarre behavior was only infected by the almost fanatical behavior, and even if everything could be understood, Clinos still felt that the whole thing was being led by an invisible hand. Thinking of the messenger's words, Clinos felt like a marionette in humiliation.

"Do you still not believe in fate?" asked Ognaire.

"He said I was chosen, so it was just an elaborate conspiracy. But so many coincidences would have been completely impossible to have predicted a thousand years ago. This kind of advanced vision is completely detached from the level of using empirical knowledge to speculate on the future, and may be a prophecy in the true sense. Clinos muttered, "The soothsayer Fexidor must know some earth-shattering knowledge, the knowledge of the secrets of time and space, hidden behind this door. Clinos paced to the stone door with the inscription on it, gently brushing the weathered words, "There are secrets that can make people influence the events of the present world thousands of years ago. ”