"Oh?

There is no self, but it is related to oneself. It sounds tongue-twisting, but it's actually not hard to understand.

Ian knew that a prophet could not predict a prophet, but that inability was also indistinguishable in that he could not see the signs of the influence of another prophet on himself, but the other could not influence him to predict the influence that others would have on him.

In other words, the other prophets prophesied about themselves not completely invalid, but prophesied in a way that "does not exist there, or ignores the part of him that he is in."

At this moment, the child's soul has begun to weaken, and this time it is Linda who is in charge: [Big brother, I have seen the great chaos in Naumann City with the help of the power of my skull, and all the mysterious men in black have gone to that city and finally cooperated with another group of people.

Success got something quite important]

[We don't know what that thing is, it's very ordinary, but it's extremely precious, it's so contradictory, the world is too big, there's a lot we don't know............ But it is related to a certain denomination....... What is a denomination? 】

[In short, it is precisely because of this scene that we decided to accelerate the plan with our father, but when you come, big brother, all prophecies are broken, and all fates are on a different trajectory]

[The mysterious man in black has appeared because of your arrival, and we will also be defeated......... But since our destiny has changed, so will the people in Nauman who have received important things. Even if everything will change, maybe no one will get it? 】

Linda was clearly not interested in any of this, or rather, she didn't really look at the prophecy picture at all. She is a human-made person created to carry the skull of the moment, and the spiritual energy is also 'activation', which is usually used for activation

Psionic powers assist the skull in prophecy, so there is even some rejection of this aspect. However, she, like her brothers, has a rather naïve malice towards the Gnostic.

That is, no matter what, I want the Gnostics to fail. It's best to die for them all. "Sect? The Four Orthodox Churches? Or is it a cult? Is the prophecy of the Skull? There is indeed such power. "

Ian frowned slightly, he knew something. In this way, the actions of Baron Ryan and the children can explain the inevitable loss of control of the One Gnostic Institution project, because they have actually succeeded in cultivating a psyker who can use the power of the Prophet. Although only indirectly, the very existence of the power of the prophet,

It means unconditional access to a certain amount of future information' against this psyker, and even a few children have a way to get out of their control.

As for why the other party told himself this prophecy. "Do you want me to stop the Gnostic House from succeeding? Even if it's just something that has nothing to do with your room?" After a moment of silence, Ian smiled calmly, "I would love to say no, but I can't refuse. At this point, he paused and said earnestly, "Still, remember. "

"It's not for you, it's just that I want to do it.

[It's all the same, big brother, only you care about these little things, only those who want to live need excuses]

At this moment, what appeared in Ian's ears was a rather strange voice, and it was also the most mature voice: "What we need to do is over, and then, we should leave and pay with death."

This is the voice of the Count's son, the child who does have the possibility of resurrection in the end.

His death was the beginning of all the madness and sin that followed the baron.

But he was perhaps the most unhappy of all the dead people present.

At least, he had no evidence of evil, except that he had stunned the Moda steward.

He's just............ A Chosen One. As well as a victim. Unlike the other three children's souls who could clearly sense the anomaly and madness, Ian could sense that although the souls of the baron's parents still had a slight aura of resentment, they had finally returned to their normal senses with the help of the baron and his younger siblings.

Perhaps this is the power of the Chosen? Or is it the spiritual support of the three siblings? Or was it that he had already regained some of his senses when he met with the old steward Moda? It doesn't matter anymore.

"If that's your choice." Ian replied softly, "Then let's go." "[Farewell then, Brother Prophet passing by]" Farewell, pathetic children. In the darkness of the night's thunderstorm, Ian turned his back to the corpse and the ball of light.

The rain poured down to dissolve the ice, dissolve the mud and stones, and wipe out all traces of battle, and the roaring thunder obscured all sounds.

Frostbutterfly flew from a distance, and the boy raised his finger, causing the elf to happily cling to the tip of his index finger, and the laughter of Frostbutterfly coincided with the cheerful laughter coming from behind him, and with it the strange wriggling sound of flesh being twisted.

In the cultivation chamber, all the children's corpses, even the body that was being cultivated to carry the resurrection of the resentful spirit, began to spontaneously decompose, collapse, and melt into a cloud of orange-red strange solution.

This is the work of the last autumn psionic energy, and he is mobilizing his power to completely erase all traces of himself and his brothers and sisters in this world.

Even the 'Momentary Skull Radiance' on Linda's head was dimming one_—a psionic inheritance that had consumed a lot of power, and now it was almost withering, and was turning back into an ordinary aetheric crystalline skull.

Without the interference of this same prophetic lineage, many fogs in the horizon of juvenile foreknowledge once again emerge clearly. But Ian didn't look back. He didn't need to look either.

Because the boy has long known that these lives, who have never experienced the slightest meaning on this land, have finally found the final meaning of their lives.

It is to eradicate the existence of the self from this world, so that no one can find them, hurt them, and use them to repeat another terrible plan. Even with the possibility of resurrection, life still chooses to refuse to be born into this world again.

After a dozen seconds, all the sounds of flesh and blood squirming had completely stopped, and the children's laughter had completely dissipated, and the waves of psionic energy began to weaken. Ian stopped, and for ten seconds, he didn't hear any sound. They all dissipated.

Six years ago, a great storm along the coast of South Ridge intersected with the evil intentions of a group of people and turned into a landslide that destroyed a family; And a landslide caused by a crazy aristocrat has brought hundreds of ordinary people's families into ruin.

The war between the Flying Flame Land and the Empire seems to have nothing to do with this matter, but in fact it is closely related to the fact that Archduke Thorin was unable to support the defense line independently, and the people in the territory were displaced

It was to weaken the duke's power, or to really shift strategic priorities, and to sit back and watch the refugees from the west continue to migrate to other provinces. In the future, the Grand Guild of Thorin will choose to completely betray or choose the fate of its own kingdom independently. Just a small decision can make hundreds of thousands

With this decision, the Gnostic Monastery and other organizations rose up to use this abundant 'resource' to carry out their own projects.

If it were recorded in the history books, I am afraid that all this is just a fluttering sentence: 'The Settar Empire and the Flying Flame Land have been engaged in a strategic confrontation for six years, and the secret war and biological warfare between the two sides have made the western plains impossible to cultivate normally, and famine and frequent plagues have caused a large number of people to flee to other provinces, and the survivors will not survive

A sentence that the reader ignores falls on the heads of ordinary people............. no, even if it falls on the heads of the sublimators, it is like a mountain. The world is never ugly. It's just pathetic. "Fuck." In the rainstorm, the white-haired teenager cursed in Chinese in a low voice, and then put on a helmet.

Collect all the fragments of the broken sword and the armor pieces of the alchemy armor, leaving no clues.

Then, Ian turned his head and looked at the scene of the previous battle. Baron Ryan's corpse was far from the way he had fought before, not only had the sword wound on his throat disappeared, but his own face had become purple as if he had been poisoned.

And the corpse of the deputy head of the Gnostic Academy, although the head was shattered irreversibly, did not look like it had been trampled on, but was shattered by Baron Ryan with an armor-piercing cone. At first glance, it looks like these two duels, both of them perform killing moves, and then they die together. ... Too skilled, too. "

For a while, even Ian himself couldn't find a mistake.

But he also knew that these actions could only be concealed from unsuspecting people, such as the inspectors of the Imperial Governor's Court and the executors of the Huaiguang Church. But the Gnostic Academy must know that Weiqiu has a twisted manipulation

Psionic of the flesh. In this case, they will definitely not misjudge the situation of the corpse, but try to search for more clues. But it was enough to keep them at a loss for a while, and they couldn't catch any trace of themselves. "I owe Sister Yingguang a thank you. .. Let's go back and get our luggage first.

Ian pondered. From beginning to end, only Sister Yingguang and the old steward Moda knew that he was involved in this matter, and only Sister Yingguang knew that he went to track down Baron Ryan, which was just enough to fight a time difference, after all, this battle was long, and the time for crushing the man in black of the Gnostic Academy did not exceed fifteen minutes, as long as he accelerated back, it was impossible for Huai to guess that it was him who killed Baron Ryan and the deputy chief of the Gnosis Academy.

It's normal for you to not catch up, and if you catch up, you will be suspicious.

"Then again, did I kill another old friend of the Viscount? m

Thinking of this, Ian's footsteps paused, and then shook his head vigorously, shaking off the strange thought: "Don't blame me, the feng shui in this place of Nanling is indeed not very good. "'Maybe the whole of Terra won't work.'"

With subtle thoughts, the boy left the place and sped towards Ryan.

While few people would throw suspicion at Viscount Grant, an old friend of Baron Ryan, few people proved to be better than nothing. After a long period of time. When the rain clouds dissipate, dawn comes. Two glowing figures came to the valley.