"Chief Elder, I don't think that ancient prophecy deserves our blind belief!"

In the Temple of Kara, the Supreme Temple of the Star Spirit, a fierce debate is going on. The chief elder sitting on the bluestone throne on the high platform was listening to the impassioned speech of a slightly chubby white-clothed elder at the bottom of the stone steps with a cold face.

"Hundreds of years ago, the same prophecy left by a sage made us naively mistakenly think that the battle with the Zerg would soon end! However, the result? Because of that unfounded prophecy, our Star Spirit Clan paid an extremely heavy price, and even almost destroyed the Clan! Several elders said that with such a bloody lesson, should we continue to believe in those prophecies that God knows if there is a spectrum or not! ”

"Presumptuous!" Before the white-clothed fat elder could finish speaking, another gray-robed elder sitting opposite the chief elder slapped the throne in his hand and scolded sharply: "Daggs, you are so bold, you dare to openly criticize the ancestors of our clan!" Do you still have the true god Kara in your eyes? ”

"True God? Hum! Hundreds of years ago, when that bloody battle of life and death broke out, where was our true God? The white-clothed elder's fat face twitched, and he asked with a sneer. His voice was not loud, but the other three white-clothed elders at the foot of the stone steps could hear it clearly. The sound behind his words made the faces of the three elders, who had never expressed an opinion on the prophecy from the beginning to the end, slightly stir.

"You ......" The gray-robed elder was choked by the words of the white-clothed fat elder, and his raised fingers trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to refute the white-robed elder's words.

"Enough, Daggs!" The chief elder finally couldn't sit still, his old face pulled, and he said in a cold voice without anger, which made the fat elder's fat face turn red for a while, and then he retreated to his position stupidly.

"What about the others? Sagar, don't you have anything to say? The Chief Elder's face softened, glanced at the other three elders who were standing silently, and asked lightly.

"Chief Elder Qiqi, I dare not assert whether the prophet's prophecy is accurate! However, as for the identity of the quasi-star spirit king you mentioned, I think we need to be cautious! After all, the identity of the king is related to the survival of our entire Star Spirit Clan! The white-clothed elder who was named by the Chief Elder sighed lightly, came out of the crowd, and replied with a solemn face.

"Hehe, Sagar's words are quite pertinent!" Before the Chief Elder could speak, the gray-robed elder sitting on the other side spoke first and said with a mocking expression.

"What about you? Dugal, Gerald? The Chief Elder frowned slightly, then turned back to the remaining two white-clothed elders and asked.

"Back to the Chief Elder! We also agree with Elder Sagar that it is necessary to identify the identity of the upcoming Quasi-Star Spirit King! One of the white-clothed elders, who was slightly shorter, stepped forward and replied with a straight face.

"Blake, tell me about it too!" The Chief Elder nodded faintly, turned around and asked the gray-robed elder sitting across from him.

"Appraisal is appraisal! Hmph, real gold is not afraid of fire! Since that guy has the King of Jingle Bell, which can only be controlled by the Star Spirit King, then he will definitely be able to pass the guò identification! The gray-robed elder nodded helplessly at first, and then sneered and said loudly. As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept over the four elders under the stone steps, stopping at the fat face of the white-clothed fat elder.

"Daggs, do you have any other comments?" The Chief Elder smiled faintly, turned around and stared coldly at the white-clothed fat elder and asked.

"Hmph, you've all agreed, what else do I have to say? Still, I stand by my opinion! The credibility of that sage's prophecy is debatable, and the so-called identity of the crosshaired spirit king is very likely to be a non-existent thing! Daggs's fat face twitched, and he shouted angrily.

"That's it! Since everyone has no opinion, then, wait for the ......" Chief Elder was about to continue to say something, but at this moment, the heavy stone door of the temple suddenly opened, and a gray figure quickly floated into the main hall.

"Elder!" The person who came was none other than Tours, the assistant to the Chief Elder. I saw that he hurriedly went up the stone steps with a high look, and a hurried whisper came to the chief elder's ear.

"Haha, it seems that our quasi-star spirit king can't wait to come back and recognize his ancestor!" After listening to Tours' whispered report, the Chief Elder suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter, causing the other elders in the hall to look at each other in amazement.

"Go and get him here, Tours! By the way, remember to let those hairy boys be polite! With a smile, the Chief Elder waved his hand and shouted to Turs, who was waiting for orders beside him.

Turce bowed his head and replied respectfully, then turned and hurried out of the main hall.

"Hey, Zeratul, what kind of dumb riddle are you old immortal? What's going on? Tell us about it! Old Blacks, who was sitting across from the Chief Elder, frowned and shouted unceremoniously.

"Wait, soon you will be able to meet this crosshairs!" Zeratul smiled meaningfully as he looked at the heavy door that was slowly closing.

……

The temple of Kara is built on the top of a towering mountain, and the outside of the temple leads to the foot of the mountain with a large white jade staircase shrouded in misty white light, winding down the mountain. At intervals, on the platforms on both sides of the stone steps, there will be several hidden photon turrets, and even a few stargates for teleporting troops. With such a tight defense, coupled with the fact that the temple itself has some formidable defensive capabilities, any enemy who tries to invade the temple will be swept away in an instant.

A soft sound of "Qiang Qiang ......" was heard, and several Phoenix fighters quickly swept halfway up the mountainside and disappeared into the hazy mist in the distance.

"Hey, don't push me, okay? Lao Tzu has his own hands and feet, and he knows how to walk! Before the roar of the fighter plane fell, Haoyi's unique gong-breaking voice came from the mountainside.

"Skotov, the elder has ordered, don't be rude to the guests!" Turles, who was leading the way in front, turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Haoyi grinning at the leader of the elder guard, the zealot warrior Skotov, frowning and scolding coldly.

"Yes, sir!" The fanatic was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly, pressed the armor on his chest with one hand, and respectfully answered.

"This ...... Ahem, this guest, several of our elders have been waiting in the temple for a long time, please be considerate! Turce turned back to Hao Yi with an apologetic smile and reminded him kindly.

"Hehe, that sounds good!" Hao Yi teased, then raised his wrist, which was tightly cuffed by a pair of special psionic handcuffs, pouted and said, "I want to go faster, but this thing is in the way!" ”

"Skotov!" Turce smiled and whispered back to the Zealot Captain.

"Understood, sir!" The Captain of the Zealot replied helplessly, and then took out a faintly glowing strange key from his arms, and gently smashed the psionic handcuffs in Hao Yi's hand, and then heard a soft sound accompanied by a hazy flash, and the two blue and white energy circles that were originally tightly bound to Hao Yi's wrist disappeared in response, and the psionic handcuffs immediately turned into a double half-moon shaped purple-gold metal block, falling silently. Skotov's eyes were quick, he still held the key in one hand, and the other hand quickly copied down, catching the falling psionic handcuffs, a trace of hatred flashed in the mouse's eyes, and he glared at Haoyi fiercely, and then retreated stupidly.

Hao Yi smiled at the Zealot Captain, who seemed to have a prejudice against him, and then shook his head to follow Tours, who was leading the way, but hummed a nasty nursery rhyme that made the Zealot warriors behind him almost crazy.

"I'm a duckling, babbling and babbling......"

"......" If the gaze could kill, Hao Yi would have been stabbed into a blood sieve by these fanatics long ago. The fanatics have never seen such an arrogant "prisoner", and it is simply a fearless posture.

In fact, Haoyi at this moment is also frightened in his heart. Looking up, on the top of the towering mountain, the towering Star Spirit Temple, Hao Yi felt a trace of awe in his heart. It seemed that there was something in that temple that was silently calling him, but he didn't even have the slightest confidence.

Although he was the quasi-star spirit king of Karachin, the old god of the star spirit, there were also traces left by Kara and the previous star spirit king in his body. But after all, he is first and foremost an ordinary human with some kind of superpower, even if he wears the unique psionic armor of the Star Spirit Clan, in the eyes of these native, pure-blooded Star Spirits, he is still an alien race after all. Risking to fly a powerful fighter with superior performance and break into the home of the Star Spirits is a disrespectful act in itself.

Leaving aside the inexplicable identity of the quasi-star spirit king on his body, just how to make the star spirits believe that they are not an alien element who is quite a threat to them, this is enough to give Hao Yi a headache. What's more, Hao Yi must also try his best to convince the Star Spirit rulers to send a valuable fleet to support St. Prory, who is in dire straits.

Therefore, Haoyi's "arrogance" on the surface at this moment is actually just to cover up the uneasiness in his heart.

After a while, Turce finally led Haoyi and the others to the majestic temple. Turning back to whisper a deep order to the zealots of the guards, Tours stepped forward and pressed a mechanism next to the main entrance of the temple. With a rumbling sound, the main entrance of the temple slowly opened, and a huge space that was black but not eerie and terrifying appeared in front of Hao Yi.

"Please, distinguished guest!" Turce leaned sideways and smiled at Hao Yi.

The grinning smile on Haoyi's face was long gone, replaced by a dignified face. Hearing Tours' words, he just nodded mechanically and stepped into the main door.

The space behind the main entrance is something like a vast universe. Three or five steps away, there was nothing to be seen except for the dark curtain like the starry sky. It's just that above the head, a giant crystal with a faint white light is floating silently, looking out of reach. At the foot is a flat bluestone path with more than one zhang wide, embroidered gold lace, and some blue-gray reliefs in the middle. The path stretched straight into the depths of the temple, but a few steps away, it was still impossible to see anything.

Hao Yi subconsciously took a deep breath and mechanically followed Tours down the path. Strange to say, the two of them walked a little forward, and the path seemed to extend a little further, and it seemed endless.

I don't know how long I walked, but the trail finally came to an end, and a hall within a hall stood impressively in front of Haoyi.

"Come in, distinguished guest! The elders have been waiting inside for a long time! Turce stopped, raised his hand and pointed to the heavy stone door of the nave, and said with a smile to Haoyi.

Haoyi reluctantly smiled back at Tules, raised his slightly trembling arm, and gently pressed the stone door, and a dull sound came, and the stone door actually opened on its own.

"Welcome, our valued guest!"