"How long has it been?"

As soon as she opened her eyes, Amy looked at her friend.

"Just ...... How long has it been?" Joshua frowned and looked at him for a moment, "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

"How long have I been distracted?" said the teenager, who realized what the problem was, reasserted the question.

"Wandering?" the silver-haired, red-eyed Gloryman shook his head, "No, you just talked to me about the Great Flood - what, what happened?"

"No, nothing. Amy paused, then said, "I just saw something that I cared about." ”

"For example?"

"Some pictures of the future," the dark-haired, black-eyed teenager didn't mind some of his abilities coming out, "I saw the Deep Diver...... In your words, the Fishmen, who saw them fighting against the Glory Army. ”

"And then?" Joshua knew that Amy's glimpse of the future would not end there.

"Caught in an ambush. The boy gestured with his hand in mid-air, "The battle line advanced too far forward, and was directly surrounded by the fishmen near the Wall of Sighs, and worse...... It was also attacked by a superior existence similar to the priestly class among the fishmen, and the situation was not very optimistic. ”

"It's pretty bad. The silver-haired, red-eyed Glory One acknowledged his friend's judgment, and he seemed to be very knowledgeable about the ability to foresee the future, "But can you be sure of the time period of this future that you have observed?"

"No, you can't. Amy wasn't going to lie, but he wasn't very familiar with his newborn branch, so he could only vaguely say, "All I know for sure is that it's not too far in the future." ”

"If that's the case, the worst possible scenario is that this future will be a reality before we can get in touch with the big forces. Joshua rubbed his chin slightly, "Because there's no way to determine whether the time is tight or not, we have to race against the clock." ”

"No problem. "Every second counts.

The two of them, who had decided on the course of their next move, immediately began to act, because the expected flood had not arrived, and the elevator was working well, leaving the Supreme Tower without any danger along the way, and constantly moving towards the direction determined by Amy in the foresight.

At first, it was a little difficult to find your way in the dark, after all, Amy was not very familiar with the upper area.

But later, the task became much clearer.

Craters and shattered corpses showed the way.

With the sonorous sound of swords colliding in their ears and the noisy sound of killing, the two finally caught up with the large force that had penetrated deep behind enemy lines.

At this moment, the wall of sighs separating the upper and lower districts is close in sight.

"Fortunately," Amy breathed a sigh of relief only then, "if it had been even a little slower, I'm afraid things would have become more troublesome." ”

With the combat power of the Glory Group and the suppression of the firepower network, even if they are surrounded by deep divers, the situation is not so bad that it cannot be worse.

The crux of the matter was actually the round of backstabs that followed.

Those who have mastered the chaos magic of those deep divers can cause great trouble for the Glory Ones even in a one-on-one situation, let alone sneak attack from behind - although they didn't see the end, it is predictable that at least dozens of Glory Ones will lose their combat power under that round of javelin projection.

And once they lose their combat power, and new elite units enter the enemy's side, the situation is not optimistic.

At that time, even if the big names of the council still have any hole cards, I am afraid that at most it will be a crushing victory, a glorious one, and a crushing victory that Hemtika cannot afford.

Well...... Although it's miserable enough now.

"Let's go now," Amy looked at her friend beside her, "By the way, Joshua, do you know the girl who was protected in the crowd?"

"Which one?" said the silver-haired, red-eyed Glory One, who looked around for a week, and then gave the answer, "It's a little familiar, but I can't name it at once." ”

You shouldn't be familiar when you see a beautiful girl?

After thinking about it, Amy didn't say the words that were swirling in his stomach, he could tell the difference, and now was not the time to laugh at his friends.

"No way," he said, stepping out of the dim alleyway, "we are all human, we should be able to understand and trust each other." ”

Talking nonsense that even I don't believe.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Joshua looked at him with a rather subtle look, "In a sense, you're quite famous. ”

Black hair and black eyes have never been a common hair color, and apart from the Ulysses family, there is no second Glory family in Hemtika that exhibits such genetic traits.

And Ulysses seems to be quite recognizable among the older generation.

"I hope so—" The boy shrugged his shoulders and quickly caught up with the group of the Glory, slowing his pace under the cautious gaze, stopping in a mutually acceptable and safe position, then raising his hand high and spreading it flat, signaling that he had no ill will, "I'm Amy Ulysses, I have the ability to foresee the future, and I want to speak with the Commander." ”

"Say it directly here. He was probably stopped by a middle-aged honorable man in his thirties, whose gaze stopped slightly on the boy's trademark black hair and black eyes, and then said, "I'll relay." ”

"If you insist," Amy nodded after roughly scanning the expressions on the other people's faces to make sure the middle-aged male in front of her had some say in the group, "but be sure to tell us as soon as possible - ahead are the traps of the Deep Divers, who are planning to fight an ambush battle under the Wall of Sighs." ”

"Deep divers. The middle-aged glorious man is obviously a little unfamiliar with this title, but in a specific situation, it is not difficult to understand through the context, "Thank you for your cooperation, I will convey it to the commander." ”

"Tell her to be careful of the magic array—no, it's the refining array. Considering that Chaos Magic and Deep Divers were both concepts that flowed from his consciousness, Amy changed the title, "That's the teleportation node where the half-human, half-fish monsters invaded Hemtika. ”

"I'll pass it on. The middle-aged glorious man replied with a solemn face, but he never moved his steps.

"I take the liberty to ask you," Joshua, who had been silent behind the young man, suddenly spoke, "The center of this operation should be the eldest lady of the Archibald family, right? Since her ability 'spiritual network' can connect everyone's consciousness together, why don't you pull us directly into the spiritual network, do you still not trust us?"

"Joshua of O'Neill," the middle-aged Glory Man looked him up and down, and then explained, "This is a necessary warning, those half-human, half-fish monsters have the ability to disguise themselves as normal humans, and if they are embedded in Gladys's mental network, they will cause mental pollution to everyone in the network - so, please forgive me." ”

Heir of O'Neiens.

This name is much louder than Amy Ulysses.

It's also a lot more convenient.

"So can we be sure of our identities now?" Joshua took advantage of the situation to pursue, although he didn't do a good job in interpersonal communication, but compared to the teenager with a more "independent" personality, it was much better, "If you can, is it convenient for us to connect to the spiritual network?"

The middle-aged Glory Man did not answer, but Amy could feel that his spirit, or consciousness or soul, was touched by something that resembled tentacles.

"Who are you?" he asked, through the tentacles wrapped around his consciousness.

"Gladyse Archibald. ”

The voice was somewhat stiff and vague, but it was indeed a simple and straightforward answer, but unfortunately the young man was unusually wary of the field of consciousness that he was not yet familiar with: "I'm sorry, I can't convince the voice that is ringing in my head—if you are really Miss Archibald, please relay it through the middle-aged uncle." ”

"It's a good habit to be cautious. "The tentacles of consciousness receded.

Amy Ulysses looked up, just in time to see the somewhat hideous face of the middle-aged Glory, stained by blood.

"Miss Archibald wants you to be able to form a spiritual connection with her. ”

"Understood. With that, the boy relaxed restrictions on the tentacles.

"Are you sure you're not a psychic interventionist?" asked Miss Archibald, who was acting as the commander, as the owner of the voice was now a mature and dignified intellectual woman, compared to the stiff and fuzzy mechanical voice before.

"I'm sure," Amy replied very explicitly, "that my abilities should be some degree of future-proofing. ”

"In the future, this title is quite vivid. Although it was the first time she had heard the title, Gladyse did not have a hard time understanding it, "All right...... It's time to get down to business - please transmit to me the future you see, and if it were you, you should be able to do it. ”

"Transmission?" the teenager was quite honest about his ignorance, "what should I do." ”

"Just like you talk to me, you will know what to do if you want to. "Most people don't recognize the existence of their own consciousness, let alone have a conversation with me, they don't even know that their consciousness has been invaded, but you're different – you're quite gifted in it." ”

"I'll try. ”

Amy said this, and began to think about it.

The Wall of Sighs, the Blood Circle, the Ambush of the Deep Divers, and the final raid -

All of them were stuffed into the tentacles of consciousness by him.

Is that all it done?

He blinked, and it seemed a lot easier than he thought.

But no reply was received.

For some reason, the eldest lady of the Archibald family was in a state of silence that would not answer any call.

"Next time, don't stuff it all at once!" After a short wait, a slightly angry voice came from the other side of the tentacles, but only for a moment—Gladys's voice regained its calm, and changed back to a dignified and mature intellectual woman, "By the way, Ulysses, I've already seen the future you've transmitted—I have a plan here for you to see, is there anything you can ignore?"

Retaliating, she also threw it away.

However...... Like a stone sinking into the sea.

There was not a single ripple in Amy Ulysses's consciousness, and if it weren't for the affirmative reply she heard from the teenager dozens of seconds later, she would have almost thought that this message had been lost in the process of transmission.

Judging from the feedback given by the other party, it is clear that this is not the case.

- This guy...... Something is wrong, very, very wrong.

Gladys Archibald was so sure.