In a room somewhere.

Bering sat in a chair, his hands flat on the table, gently rubbing the ring on his hand.

After about three seconds, he said to himself, "The hints on both sides have been triggered, and it looks like they've reached a critical point." ”

Glancing at the table in his hand, Bering smiled silently.

It seems that the prophet hundreds of years ago did what he thought, and in the end he chose to favor himself.

His hands were folded on his chin, and Bering's eyes flickered: "In the superimposed precognition, there were sandstorms in the first two new sea markets, which means that the dragons were released. However, for the third time after that, I did not observe this happening. ’

'I guess it's because freeing the dragon is also a hassle for the Pale Lady. Otherwise, she wouldn't have released it every time the situation was in humanity's favor. The first time was because of my presence, and the second time was because Xun Mo and An Jianxiu injured her. Therefore, the dragon probably did not submit to her. ’

The same is true of the Tyrant's Ring, the person who made it didn't seem to have used it, otherwise it wouldn't have been sealed in the Smoky Mountain. In this way, the Philosopher's Stone of Hermes is not perfect - at least the creatures they created have their own ideas, and know how to refuse and resist. ’

The same is probably true of this dragon, though I don't know what the Pale Lady wants to do with it, but there is no doubt that it will require the sacrifice of the dragon, and perhaps a great sacrifice, or it will not be so frantic as to spread the sands all over the new sea. So, is it a sacrifice? Or restructuring? ’

Fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and Bering sighed: "Anyway, this thing is good news for me for the time being." The enemy of the enemy may not be a friend, but at least until the common enemy is eliminated, there is no reason for the two sides to have friction. ”

Calm down and work together to take out Lady Pale and her henchmen.

Glancing at the mobile phone next to him, Bering thought to himself: "At the moment, there is not much change in the two areas B and C, only Area A, which is used as a bait and is attacked by those hundred ghosts. But it doesn't matter, the guys in Zone A are victims everywhere, and I don't care if it consumes more. ”

Yes.

None of the people in Area A are really human beings participating in this operation.

On the contrary, they are as complete monsters as the people who fight.

At present, all the people participating in Area A are monsters called "pseudo-humans" who were once encountered by Ding Yan, Li Jingwen and others in Yanxia Mountain.

This monster resembles a human, and with the exception of a few slightly strange features, it is basically carved out of the same mold as a human.

This is the guy that Bering asked for from Qi Guang after experiencing superimposed precognition.

I have to say that Qi Guang is indeed very related, such troublesome xenos have been picked up by him and packaged and given to Bering. Except for telling him not to make the movement too big, Qi Guang hardly set any restrictions on Bering.

And Bering has only one move in the face of these monsters.

That's "hypnosis".

Although xenohypnosis is more difficult than humans, it is also for the "catastrophic" level. For example, "pseudo-humans", which are dying to the "ordinary" level, hypnotize them and hypnotize humans.

In the process of hypnosis, Bering implanted an idea in all of them, which was firmly engraved in their hearts like a steel seal of thought.

The idea is that all of them are "slightly strange-looking humans".

It's a bit of a trick, and it's usually a hassle for people other than humanoids to work - after all, you can't expect a pig to think it's a beautiful girl, it doesn't work.

But the "pseudo-person" is different.

Their specific physiology and causes determine that they are quite related to "humans". When doing this kind of hypnosis, there will be less resistance.

However, even this has taken up most of their brains, leaving these monsters with no room to think.

This is also the reason why photographer Brother Long felt that those soldiers were strangely silent along the way.

Not because they are well-trained, but because their minds are now so full of such a thought, and the slightest movement may overflow......

The hypnosis of the Ring of the Tyrant is essentially a wrestling with the original individual spirit, and neither more nor too little can achieve the appropriate effect. The best results can only be achieved if they are commensurate with the spirit of the original, and the more strange the command, the more investment it will require.

The end result is that those pseudo-people have become dumbfounders who can't say a word.

But it doesn't matter.

It's like not long before Bering...... Or what Xun Mo said now, the prophet's prophecy is generally a given, unless the prophet himself, the biggest variable, is involved, otherwise it will lead to the only result anyway.

However, although the result is unique, the process can make some small moves.

The result you see is "a group of people gathered in Zone A at 10 a.m.", yes, I did send people from my side, and it was indeed 10 o'clock, and it was indeed in Zone A.

It's just that this is a bunch of pigs that have been infused with "I think I'm human" and look like people.

Then it's human, right?

There is nothing wrong with what you saw, and there is nothing wrong with the orders I made, and we both rejoice!

Thinking of this, Bering couldn't help but smile.

Of course, this is only one aspect.

In fact, because the prophets themselves were living beings, what they saw was often subjective and narrow.

Bering, for example, could see anything that happened for a period of time, but he couldn't see the situation in another country on the other side of the ocean.

The prophet's foreknowledge requires a carrier.

Bering didn't know what the carrier of that guy was hundreds of years ago, but based on the temptation of this situation, he probably guessed it.

I'm afraid it's the Pale Lady herself.

In other words, what the prophet saw was simply what happened around the Pale Lady.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to only arm against Area A, and it would be impossible not to see Han Qianqiu's existence.

Otherwise, Ms. Pale would have come to this basement to arrest Han Qianqiu, and she would still need to launch the "Hundred Ghosts"?

At the end of the day, that guy's prophecy has its limitations.

And most likely, He is not like Himself.

He may have seen something more ...... than he imagined To be less.

It's not Bering's confidence, it's that he does feel that way.

There are a lot of things that if that guy looked closely, he would be able to see the clues. For example, the name of the photographer, this is what happened in front of the pale lady, if he can see a little farther, if nothing else, the photographer is with an ID card, if you look closely, you can definitely see it.

But He didn't notice it at all.

'This may mean that His foreknowledge is different from mine, not ......infinite,' Bering's eyes flashed, 'perhaps He is similar to me in the original world, and he needs to pay a price to use prophecy, so he cherishes the results of the prophecy and therefore cannot do everything......

This can also be felt from Han Qianqiu's memory before, and the words that the guy said when he grabbed his arm.

At that time, He said, "No one escapes time, and the use of power comes at a cost......

What does time mean to you?

If even the guy who gathered the Pale Lady, Nostradamus, and even the Witch hundreds of years ago needs to surrender to the control of time, then for himself, who has almost escaped the shackles of time, what kind of haze and ...... lie on the road ahead Fog?

Or, how on earth did the original world itself manage to circumvent the cost in such a strange way? Just death, just because of "eternity"?

Thinking of this, Bai Ling's finger lightly pressed against his chin, and his eyes flickered more and more.

"Time" is the answer to all problems, and it seems to be the cause of all problems.

Whether it was the original Bering, the prophet hundreds of years ago, or other xenomorphs, and even the abyss, the place where xenomorphs were born, seemed to be bound by time.

It is like an indisputable uncrowned king above all laws, ruling everything in the world with absolute power and extreme authority, and both humans and aliens are forced to put on heavy shackles from it, binding their hands and feet, and closing their eyes.

And I seem to be being bound by time little by little now......

Thinking like this, Bai Ling couldn't help but recall the previous picture in Han Qianqiu's memory.

The next second, he was slightly stunned.

"It happened...... What's going on? ”

He patted his head and thought to himself, a little dazed, 'That guy seems to have said that I have nothing to pay for...... What is this cost? Why can't I remember? ’

Now it's in trouble.

If you forget about such an important thing, then your life will become quite complicated.

In this case, the cost may be related to memory......

Rubbing his head, Bering suddenly remembered, "By the way, let's see if there is anything written in the diary." If something really happens, I'll definitely make a note in advance to prevent myself from forgetting. ’

With this in mind, Bering opened the diary that he had been keeping in his pocket and turned to the last page.

The next second, the moment I saw the handwriting on the diary.

Bering's pupils shrank slightly.

His hand lightly pressed the pages of the paper, tracing the somewhat messy handwriting on the notebook little by little, as if to consider whether it was something he had written down.

If you really wrote it yourself, then what is the purpose of writing it yourself...... And what is it?

Look at the messy brushstrokes on the paper.

Bering whispered, "'Never try to recall lost memories'......"

"Could it be that, beyond the impression of me, I have forgotten something important, in addition to the necessary price?"

And that forgotten thing, in Bering's opinion before losing his memory, is very troublesome and should not be remembered at all?

Rubbing his chin, Bering pondered: "Speaking of which, I do feel that in Han Qianqiu's memory, I have a feeling of being unreal for a while. This feeling came out after the guy came out, and he seemed to say something other than that time has a price. ”

And beyond that......

Bering glanced down at his wrist.

The bruise-purple marks on the wrist that the guy had been holding on to not long ago are still clearly visible.

You know, Bering is now a corpse. It can still leave such a deep mark on the corpse, that guy is definitely not simple than he imagined.

Scratching his hair, Bering sighed again.

"After this matter is over, we must go to the abyss."

He thought to himself.

The next second.

Outside the room, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Bering said towards the door, "The door is unlocked. ”

Soon, as if in response to Bering's words.

The wide wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and the gloomy sky was filled with yellow sand and dark clouds, and the door looked out as if it was looking at a narrow picture scroll outside the well.

Glancing at the people outside the door, Bering said calmly, "Come in." ”

The man outside the door responded slightly, and then slowly walked behind Bering.

Pointing to the bed in the distance, Bering smiled and said, "Lie down, and then empty your mind." ”

He pointed to the ceiling, "This is the most vulnerable point in the Pale Lady's hideout, and it only takes a little stimulation to sneak into that guy's back garden." ”

"Now her henchmen are probably overwhelmed by the dragon, and she herself is trapped in her own shelter due to some unexpected circumstances," Bering said, "In that case, then it's up to us to break in, rescue the teammates trapped inside, and deal with the woman by the way." ”

Looking at the person beside him, Bering said lightly: "By the way, I will help you solve the problem that half of your body is missing." ”

Beside him, Han Qianqiu stood silently in place.

It took a long time for her to nod her head in agreement.

Then she obediently lay down on the big bed in the room, pulled the quilt high, and then covered her head with the quilt, and curled up in a ball, except for a pair of eyes still exposed.

Looking at her movements, Bering only smiled at her.

Then he himself sat down at the table, his hands on his forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the next second, the ring burst on his finger flashed with a blinding white light.

This white light shrouded Bering's body and Han Qianqiu's quilt, setting off the two of them white, like pure paint.

Wait until the white light fades.

When Bering reopened his eyes.

As far as his eyes could see, it was already a bloody, hellish slaughterhouse!