Number One quickly adjusted his mentality and sneered,

"I will test you on the Sabbath, what is the content of chapter 6 and verse 7 of the Holy Law?"

Sabbath doesn't bother to pay attention to the tricks of these patriarchs.

Let the ridicule end there.

If it drags on any longer, the director will really die.

"Whoever is blessed by a saint is not harmed by the devil, and whoever falls into the arms of the devil is not blessed by the saint."

Number One repeated, and the principal, Saturday, who was lying on the ground, instantly felt that the restraints were gone.

As for the scythe above their heads, it also dissipated little by little.

As for the black-clothed Grim Reaper, he slowly retreated.

As he retreated, No. 1 shook his hand and stomped his feet and shouted,

"Retreat! Withdraw! Withdraw! ”

All:.

"Sometimes, I really doubt he's the real Luden."

"If that's the case, I'd rather not do Ludon."

"Indeed, it's a bit of a shame to be a clone of this kind of guy."

“.”

It is well known that when it comes to mocking One, all Ludon can come to a consensus.

The Black Grim Reaper slowly faded away, and this time the attack came to an end, and everyone was safe for the time being.

"Let's get down to business."

The director looked around and said,

"Now that the situation is clear, we know the true identity of this guy in the outside world"

Number One was stunned for a moment.

Bright?

What's clear?

Did he skip any key plots, or did he miss any key information, why couldn't he understand what the principal was saying?

The director glanced at No. 1, and saw that No. 1's wise eyes revealed a light without wisdom, and knew that this guy was confused again.

The director said angrily,

"It's the Forsaken! Forsaken! ”

Forsaken?

Isn't his ability to lose his memory, as well as to make people forgetful?

No. 1 is not a real fool after all, after being reminded by the principal, he immediately reacted,

"I can't remember the Holy Code just now, it's not that I forgot, it's that the Forsaken's abilities are in effect!"

"That's right."

Saturday nodded and echoed,

"This guy also needs an identity in the outside world, and he needs to play someone, how can he play it without revealing it?"

Playing as a person with amnesia, playing someone who has no past at all, there is no risk of any exposure.

Another key piece of information was found.

The Master, or some unknown enemy, walks the Forsaken as the Forsaken.

He may or may not be the Forsaken himself.

Death, magician, forsaken.

The whole line became clear, and the teammates selected by the master were always in front of them, and they were never suspected.

"To be precise, the master's plan doesn't require everyone to be involved in the whole process."

Sabbath spoke hoarsely and said coldly,

"If he needs someone's help, he just needs to find that person before the plan is executed, make a deal with them, and offer a price that can't be refused."

If these people were all found by the master six years ago and planned everything, the master would be too terrifying.

Switching to the Sabbath is more flexible and feasible.

The most important thing about the plan is that everyone is Luden, and they will make the same choice at a critical moment.

Lutdon's behavior was too predictable.

Compared to the others, One is a little more special.

He also acts according to instinct, and he also uses the same set of thinking patterns, every time he makes the optimal solution, but he can successfully mess everything up

Perhaps, this is the patriarch.

Number One asks his own questions,

"We know this guy is the Forsaken, but we're stuck here, how do we get the message out?"

The pure white space they are in now has no idea what it is, let alone communicating with the outside world.

"Wait."

The principal gives his own plan,

"Wait for the next attack, wait for the next person to show up."

Only when there is change can there be a response.

The Sabbath shook his head slightly,

"Can't wait any longer."

It's not his character to sit back and wait, and since the enemy has appeared, go up and give him a punch.

Without waiting for the number one to express his opinion, Saturday preemptively said,

"I support the Sabbath."

The principal's personality is more calm, and his choices are conservative and unwilling to take risks.

With Saturday's support, the venue suddenly became 2:1, and Wallhead Grass One chose the Sabbath without hesitation.

3:1, the principal must obey the majority by the minority.

"It's not a bad thing to take risks, but it's better to be on the safe side."

The headmaster pondered for a moment, then turned to Saturday,

"Can you still create a note for the prophet?"

Saturday took out two sticky notes and handed them to the principal,

"Only three were created, one was used before the action, and you saw the prophecy picture."

The picture of the prophecy?

Number One looked at the principal curiously and crouched for an answer.

"You've got to see for yourself."

The director showed a photograph.

The content of the photo is simple, a Luden is hung on a street lamp.

"That's a bullshit prophecy!"

Number One rolled his eyes,

"I can predict this picture."

The Sabbath echoed,

"Indeed, pigs know it."

No. 1 was anxious, "You scold again?" ”

Sabbath sneered, "Don't worry, what are you anxious about when I scold the pig?" ”

Using a pig to compare with No. 1, insulting a pig belongs to yes.

“.”

Number One's ability is indeed good, and now after regaining the memory of the Holy Codex, it is even more powerful.

However, in the face of the Sabbath, there is still no way to start.

The Sabbath may not be the strongest, but the aspect of self-preservation is directly full.

Even if it was a previously inexplicable Grim Reaper, the Sabbath could be easily avoided.

"Stop making a fuss."

The director stopped the two bickering and sent a note to No. 1.

"One, you can use this note."

Number One said confidently,

"Sure enough, is it up to me to save the world?"

He looked like a savior.

The principal ignored his stinky fart and continued,

"Holy Law 5:16, with this passage you should be able to maximize the power of prophecy, remember, there is only one chance."

No. 1 solemnly took the note and pasted it on himself.

The way to use prophetic power is as simple as reading a question about the future, and a picture will appear.

Following the principal's suggestion, Number One first used his ability to recite the Holy Codex.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light."

As the voice fell, a glint appeared in One's eyes, and he read his question at the same time.

"Who am I?"

All:.

The director didn't tell Number what to ask.

Because the director of the garden does not know, in this case, with the precious prophetic power, what to ask.

simply let No. 1 play freely.

Who would have thought that the number one would come up and ask such a question.

However, everyone was quickly relieved.

The question of 'who am I' really bothers too many people.

Others are troubled by this problem and can easily fall into the trap of nihilism, and then feel that everything is meaningless in an infinite sense of depravity.

The Ludons are plagued by this problem, which is another problem.

They wanted to know if they were the guy, if they were Luden.

If not, who are you?

The question asked by No. 1 seems stupid, but in fact reveals a kind of wisdom unique to the patriarch.

Soon, the sparkle in One's eye faded.

"Hey, where's the photo?"

Number One looked around blankly and asked in surprise,

"The prophecy failed?"

The principal smiled meaningfully,

"Let the prophecy fly for a while."

As soon as No. 1 wanted to say something, he felt a rush of vomiting coming up, and he actually knelt down directly, hunched his back, and kept vomiting.

"Gross-"

No. 1 spit out a roll of film!

He could never have imagined that the prophecy would take effect in this way!

In this way, the Prophet was indeed a ruthless man!

The moment the scroll appeared, a flash of darkness flew out of Sabbath's shoulder and headed straight for the film.

The director tapped his cane and whispered,

"Retreat!"

The darkness crashed into an invisible wall and stopped in front of the film.

"Sure enough."

The corners of Sabbath's mouth twitched slightly, and he sneered,

"Your third ability is not to have a meeting at all."

The director didn't explain much.

This ability, from a certain point of view, is more like the maintenance of order, and it is easier to understand - to say what you say.

It's just that the director of the kindergarten is more restricted when he uses it in this way.

He can only be used within the range of Paradise Lost, and has no effect on either One and the Master.

The crow returned to the Sabbath shoulder and became one with him,

"It seems that when this matter is over, it will be necessary to raise my wealth ranking in Paradise Lost."

The headmaster ignored Sabbath's provocation and gave Saturday a look.

Saturday walked up quickly, picked up the film, built a darkroom with the sticky notes ability, and began to process the film.

Soon, the film with nothing appeared in the picture, and more than one photo was washed out on Saturday.

With four photos in hand, Saturday walked out of the dark room and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead,

"It's all here."

All four photos were in envelopes, and everyone had a copy.

Principal, Sabbath, Saturday, 1st.

Each took his envelope, and the others were not in a hurry to open it, they were not ready to see the answer.

The photos in the letter are important and should be used with caution.

Number One casually opened the envelope, and the crowd gathered up to see his photo.

The number one in the photo is extremely miserable, with a fork in his left eye, and his mouth is full of broken teeth, even so, he is still laughing wildly, and you can feel his arrogance and unruliness through the photo.

Number One nodded in satisfaction, "It's me." ”

The others wondered, "Is this guy really number one?" ”

The director has another problem, the appearance of No. 1 looks miserable, but it is more like. Hit yourself yourself?

In this regard, the principal is more experienced.

Could it be that sooner or later, his ability will fall into the hands of No. 1?

This is not good news for the principal.

However, there is still too little information that can be obtained from a single photo, and the director does not worry too much.

The ability to prophecy is inherently very frustrating, and the interpretation of prophecy is diverse and dramatic.

The others didn't plan to look at their photos for the time being, and everyone discussed it for a while, preparing to take the initiative to explore it in the pure white space.

Wait for the next attack to come before launching a counteroffensive.

The four of them picked a random direction and walked forward.

In the meantime, the number one slipped up to Sabbath and seemed to want to say something to Sabbath.

There was no nonsense on the Sabbath, and it went straight to it.

If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Codex, Number One would have been beaten.

"Look at your temper, just do it."

Number One muttered, and ran away.

After harassing the Sabbath, One locked on to the next target.

Number One leaned to Saturday's side and asked in a voice of only two people,

"You're a prophet, aren't you, how about we make a deal?"

Saturday's body stiffened, and his eyes sank slightly.

He didn't know when he was exposed.

Was it at Paradise Lost?

Or at the rebel headquarters?

It should be that when the photos were washed in the darkroom just now, No. 1 didn't predict so many pictures, and he simply filled in the photos.

Or was he not careful enough to see through this detail?

Even if it is seen through, why is it number one?

Could it be that Number One is a master?

No, the guy who attacked them is the master, and his prediction will not be wrong.

No. 1 is not a master, and who is No. 1, that guy?

As for what the deal of No. 1 is, should I agree to it?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Saturday's mind, trying to find the best solution to break the game.

Just as Saturday was about to communicate further with One, One spoke again,

"It seems that you are not, but unfortunately, when I didn't say anything, don't take it to heart, I'm not sensible and talking! Don't do it! ”

Saturday had been thinking for too long, and the number one directly ruled out his suspicion.

In No. 1's view, a prophet has the power to prophesy, and it is natural for him to prophesy the most important things.

What's the most important thing?

That's certainly a combination of One and the Prophet!

He is the big brother of Paradise Lost, the prophet of the rebels, and the only hero in the world is you and me, and the two join forces to rule the world together.

Therefore, in the idea of One, when he said this, the Prophet should put on an indifferent expression, even with a little disdain, and said,

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now?"

In this way, it is in line with the forced qualifications of the two!

In this way, the curtain can be opened for the brilliant career of the two!

The beginning of a legend must also be legendary enough!

That's a prophet! A prophet with prophetic powers!

Can he ignore joining forces with himself?

No, you can't!

Taking a step back, even if the Prophet didn't plan to join forces with One, the Prophet could always predict the revelation of the Prophet's identity, and there should always be a set of rhetoric to clear the suspicion, right?

One can't think of the prophet as the same as himself, right?

Saturday didn't have any preparation, it was more like being asked stupidly by One.

This kind of reaction can never be a prophet!

Number One once again slammed the soothsayer and cleared Saturday's suspicions.

Patting Saturday on the shoulder, Number One said a few casual words as if nothing had happened, and sent the other party away.

Mainly, having just begged for a beating on the Sabbath, Number One was afraid that Saturday would beat him up as well.

Under Saturday's surprised gaze, No. 1 ran to the principal's side, straightened his face, pretended to be an unfathomable expression, and asked in a low voice,

"You're a prophet, aren't you, how about we make a deal?"

(End of chapter)