The blood-colored sea and the smooth white mist, such an extreme scenario, such a frequent transition, indeed made Ian feel stunned.

He hadn't seen anything like it in the past nine years since he had awakened the Foresight Horizon.

"Interesting."

But after a brief moment of surprise, Ian's brain raced and he began to wonder why.

There are obviously several possibilities for this drastic and abnormal change. The first is that the strong fight each other.

Now under the calm appearance of the camp, the eight fourth-level powerhouses must be secretly confronting each other, determining each other's strength and secret hands, and the final action changes generated by this game process will definitely affect the life and death of everyone present.

In fact, the day after tomorrow set out to explore this, which is the result of the game - the local Canaan Moore has the official and the dragon worship two sides of the exploration home team, and the empire also relies on the dragon worship religion to let Ian participate in it, because of the geographical advantage, they must exert more and more influence on the ruins, but in this way, other forces will not allow it, rather not be fully prepared, rather than let the empire and Canaan Moore have too much advantage in this regard.

The most anxious in this regard must be the Heavenly Imperial Court. Because they also have a certain geographical advantage, stronger than other countries, but weaker than the Empire and Canaan Moore. With the preliminary preparations, they can still fight each other now, but as time goes by, the relative advantages and disadvantages of the royal court will become more and more obvious. But this possibility was quickly rejected by Ian.

Although it can explain many things, the future changes caused by the confrontation of the strong should not be so regular, but a little more uncertain.

So, is it a key person, such as a fifth-level powerhouse, who is thinking and ready to make a choice?

This is the second possibility.

Because he knew the existence of the source of dragon blood, Ian also understood that at the end of this exploration, there was a very high possibility of a confrontation between the powerhouses of the fifth energy level - the number of lives was approaching, and there were many people who needed to prolong their lives and regain the second life.

Not to mention anything else, the fifth-level powerhouses of Yanjiang and Canaan Moore are very old, especially the fifth-level powerhouse of Canaan Moore's National Domain Department, the existence behind the Pillar Party, she is already very old, so that the future heir Golan National Domain has taken the initiative to participate in this exploration. At their level, as long as they were determined to come over and snatch the source of dragon blood at the end, the fifth-level battle that broke out after that, let alone a mere camp, would destroy the entire gathering place and city circle around Half Moon Lake.

But herein lies the problem. The fifth energy level has to make a decision, no matter how much he rolls the dice to decide how to do it, as long as he really decides, it will either be death, or normal······ By no means that the ordinary people in the camp still have the possibility of "surviving".

In other words, the threat posed by the fifth level is not as high as Ian sees.

"It should be pitch black, not a little red.

Ian stared out the window, his cyan eyes reflecting the 'glow of fate' that no one else could see, and he whispered to himself, "Then it seems that this is the third possibility······ Prophetic interference?"

Whether it is the laboratory of the pre-era civilization or the source of dragon blood, it may usher in the prophetic prophecy behind the great forces.

However, there is Ian here.

So the great powers will know that there is a prophet in this place that they don't know about.

The reason why Ian initially assumed that the Great Prince would believe that he was a prophet was precisely because he could think that the prophet of the empire would definitely be aware of his existence, and at that time, with a little investigation, he could easily lock on to his obvious target.

But it wasn't like a situation where prophets were interfering with each other—if that were, Ian should have seen nothing for a moment, and the whole prophetic horizon went blank.

"It doesn't matter."

Although—one speculation, one rejection, but also a sort of collation of existing information, Ian vetoed the third option, and instead smiled: "This stage is an opportunity for my prophetic name to be made known throughout the world—my prophetic power will be exposed, but I will lay the stage for myself, with this shock, and the prophethood

to cover up my other identities that should be covered up."

"As for why everyone in the camp is torn between life and death

·······

Closing his eyes, Ian scratched himself and said to himself, "Is it because of me?"

Having denied three possibilities, he also gradually approached the truth.

"I have no doubt that the relationship between the Silver Chip and the Gift of the Star God is also very important, and if it were me, it would be easy to have a huge impact······ It's not an exaggeration that my actions can decide the life and death of everyone in the entire ruins."

"As long as I relax and think 'the ruins are nothing to worry about, I'm the holder of the Prophetic Horizon anyway,' everyone will die because of it.

"But as long as I'm on my toes, the whole camp is safe."

Now, the entire Terra people in the camp are "auxiliary props" for Ian to observe his future. Coupled with the previous conversation with the eldest prince Carlos, and the fact that the other party can change his fate just by 'being ready', Ian had to think of this possibility.

"If that's the case, what decisions do I make about what I think is dangerous or not?"

Ian dissected himself: "I think it's dangerous to use more silver chips and be discovered and captured by possible Precursor Echoes? This may allow the Precursor to respond to the Echo and not attack others, causing great destruction and allowing the vast majority of people to survive."

"Or is it the other way around······ That's going to be a problem."

Yes – whether everyone else is safe or not and whether Ian himself is safe or not is not a simple equal, and may even be the opposite. If Ian is safe, everyone else will die, and if everyone else is safe, Ian will die, or everyone will die······ The prophet's daily thoughts are to struggle with this 'possibility'.

It is no wonder that the vast majority of prophets are insane.

"In that case, I only use the silver chip when it matters most."

And just after Ian made such a guess and decision.

The endless sea of black fog and calm white fog that swirled in the streets finally stabilized and stopped churning.

That's a good thing – but the bad thing is that the vast majority of people still have a different kind of blood on their bodies. Ian's companions, Isengard, Anfa and Theo, are unusually bloody. Although there is no black sign of mortality, it is completely clear that they will also experience extraordinary danger and battle.

And the other way around? What if you use silver chips frequently? Even use it as soon as you enter the Xenomorph Research Institute, trying to take over the authority of the Research Institute? Although it may cause 'Xenomorph Research welcomes Mr. Precursor, the supreme authority owner, back to work!' So the whole world broadcasts events, but the Prophet is meant to do extreme things.

And at the moment when this decision was made, Ian saw that Isengard, who was still asleep and still meditating at the desk in the room, had the black qi on his body that was pure black in an instant. Dead silence, like the darkness of the incarnation of Hades.

However, the blood-colored mist on the others all subsided. So don't use the silver chip at all?

Wow—this is good, Ian thought it was dark for a moment, because the black mist that seemed to be pressed down by the entire starless night sky was so dim that it completely filled every corner of the boy's vision!

The result of this vision is actually quite simple. All are going to die······ There is no room for a tragic death!

"Above ······ Light" The white-haired boy muttered to himself, "What the hell is there in this hellish xenomorph research institute that can cause such damage under the guard of the eighth fourth, at least one fifth?"

It's obvious. The point is not in anyone else at all, but in himself – in the use of silver chips!

If you don't use it at all, everyone will die.

Use it like crazy, and you and Esengard will die.

Use it sparingly, although everyone will be dangerous, but it is not certain to die

"It seems that this time ······." Ian shook his head,

Calm down: "It's me who is deeply bound to the fate of Isengard. Also, there is a crisis about the silver chip, and he will definitely have something to do with it as an experimental subject identified in the time of the previous generation of silver chip holders, Inaga II."

"The nature of the problem behind Isengard may also reveal part of the truth in this exploration."

"While there are other prophetic interferences, where does the danger come from?"

This time the omen and speculation are actually Ian's daily life. Since reaching the third energy level, he has made such great predictions several times a day, and obtained the attitudes and reactions of all parties by speculating on various news and safety.

"But the more terrible it is, the greater the gain."

Standing up, Ian shook his head, "This proves that the inside of the Xenomorph Research Institute is ······ I'm afraid there really is something that will determine the future and even the final outcome of Terra!"

After doing this for the entire camp and the fourth level of the Great Prophet a few times, even Ian began to feel tired in his brain again, and the capillaries in his body ruptured····· This time he didn't pretend, but he really felt a little itchy in his eyes, and when he wiped it, his hands were full of purple-red blood. But the boy only smiled slightly, but did not stop the action in his hand.

Instead, he began to organize his armaments.

This time, Ian arrived in Canaan Moore in full gear. In addition to the longsword he carried with him, the weapons and armor that had been transported by a specialized transporter had arrived at the camp even before Ian himself. Only the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword and the Dead River Armament, the two weapons that were intended for the identity of the 'Knight of the Vale', he carried with him, and made it safe from prying eyes with Silent Silver.

As for the steel sword, the armor used by Ian's surface identity, such as the Hollow Armor, was also sent to the camp after Ian's reinforcement.

In addition to this, Ian also brought a lot of potions, a specially equipped charged rifle, and a magnetic storm generator.

After Ian obtained the Flash Skeleton, even the mediocre Magnetic Storm Generator could exert incredible power in his hands, and the Charged Rifle was specially modified to shoot eight times in a row, and the impact and high temperature were enough to completely penetrate ordinary monsters, which was the best alternative for Ian to hide his attack when he didn't want to expose his full strength.

In addition to this, he also carried a small gift from Adalbert: a simple soul protection bracelet. This Dead Monarch researcher is truly versatile in this regard, and it has only been a month since he learned to make psionic ornaments that he can already make such extremely practical psionic ornaments.

As for the others, Ian didn't ask much. Isengard and Anfa must be fully armed, and Xio's coming over this time is actually a restoration······ And help Ian hide his identity.

This time, Anfa brought an extra prosthetic. The strength of this prosthetic body is about the same as that of Xio's prosthetic, and its appearance is also the kind of girlish appearance that Xi'o imitated in the past, and when wearing defensive armor, it is enough to simulate Xio's existence.

And Theo himself will wear the Sky Wrapping Armor at a critical moment, simulating Ian's existence.

At that point, Ian will be able to act alone for a while and hold an alibi!

It wasn't that no one in the team felt dangerous and objected to Ian's plan—but Ian was quick to convince them.

"I have some real secrets."

He said calmly, "This secret is very important, and it has to do with the inheritance of my talent and the power I have now······ You should be able to understand what kind of secret this is, right? Please don't get too inquisitive, it's for the safety of all of us."

"But this time." At this, Ian lowered his eyes, "If I can come back alive, then I can sue ·····."

"Don't!" When Ethan heard this, he immediately signaled to stop, and he shook his head vigorously and said, "Don't say such things! It's going to bring bad luck!"

Everyone has secrets, and Ian's secret is a secret that all familiar people know, but they also tacitly agree not to explore.

Since Ian is willing to tell them the truth when he returns······ Then just wait.

In addition to this, there is the Essentia Hearth, the Meditation Soul and the Forerunner of Steel...

··· Ian has advanced to 60 percent completion. But because the materials of the third energy level of the goblin have not yet been counted on, and the Extreme Domain of the Lords of Steel has not been perfected, it is stuck here.

However, even the precursors of imperfect steel are more than sufficient.

In the entire camp, as long as the fourth energy level does not make a move, Ian can defeat everyone······ Even if everyone shoots together, it is impossible to defeat him!

As for the Ancient Dragon Heart Core and the Aether Crystal, they are working very well. There was even a faint sense of excitement in the heart core of the ancient dragon, did he sense the surrounding dragon blood and wanted to make up for himself?

"Next, adjust your status and wait for the departure."

After sorting out the weapons and hole cards he now has, Ian, who was a little tired, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, covered himself with a quilt for the first time in a long time, and slept well.

A dreamless night.

···.·.

Terra 774, June 12. The quest began.

"The Xenomorph Research Institute is located deep underground, with dozens of different entrances, and each team has a different starting order and entry location, so as to avoid conflicts from the beginning, but also to explore comprehensively and comprehensively." "We are the seventh to set out."

When the King of the Mountain arrived at the camp and announced the entry of the Southridge Dragon Worshippers, Ian was not surprised.

The first must be Canaan Moore, and then the Empire and the Heavenly Court. This was followed by Yanjiang and the Capital of Knowledge, and then the Canaan Moore Worship Dragon Sect.

The Nanling Dragon Worship Sect is ranked seventh, which is really a normal thing anymore, and those who can be further behind than them are naturally those silver goblins from the land of dead weapons.

Ian had seen the Silver Elves from afar, and unlike the usual goblins who were casual and free, and might even get drunk in bars (in fact, Ian couldn't figure out why goblins were drunk), the Silver Goblin's temperament didn't seem to be of the same origin as the other goblins, and although they were also hospitable, and had the same off-line or wonderful mindset as the other goblins, they were very proficient in cooperation and combat, and they were the sharpest spears of the elves.

These silver goblins under the command of Timothyel, the Dragon King of Death, have been taught to be extremely elite, and just from a distance, the team is also full of murderous aura.

But that doesn't stop the dozen or so goblins from sitting in a row, which is about the same as a big box of eggs.

「······ Silver elves."

Ian looked at the goblin team in the distance from afar, and he nodded slightly: "After the third energy level, if you want to hide my true strength, ordinary disguise is absolutely not enough."

"It has to be replaced. I'll have to try to get the 'Silver Elf' bloodline······ At least, at least, this time we have to get in touch with them." "If you have the chance, help them in the ruins."

Led by the King of the Mountain, Ian and his party rode a high-speed fly-like Canaan Moore to the seventh entrance of the Xenomorph Research Institute not far away.

This entrance is located around the Faft Mountains, which is a common wilderness area, sparsely planted and full of rocks, but because of the rich gold mines and various mineral reserves, there are many miners' towns in this wilderness.

It was this group of miners who first discovered the entrance to the Xenomorph Research Institute, as well as the steel stone······ They opened a passage into the cavity underground, revealing the truth buried underground.

The entrance to the ruins is inconspicuous, only a simple entrance set up by Canaan Moore's staff, next to various supplies prepared by the logistics team, from a distance it looks like an ore transit area, which is quite well hidden.

In the center of the entrance area, there is a huge crack tens of meters wide, as if it leads to the depths of the earth, and only the most central part of it is excavated by artificiality, and the rest is a natural change in the recent period. Standing in front of this deep chasm, Ian stared thoughtfully into the depths of the earth.

"What's wrong?"

Ethan noticed that his friend's face was a little solemn, and he stepped forward to ask.

"Hmm······ It's extraordinary."

Ian didn't turn his head

, in his water-blue eyes, a bright light was reflected.

The mixture of gold and silver gives people an incredible sense of grandeur!

-Really.

Ian thought so. Inside the Xenomorph Research Institute, there are really creatures close to the fifth energy level!