Destiny Steel

The Hall of Omens has just been temporarily reinforced

Internal Alert and Auto Defense Modes α-α-α-15-9-Ω are on

Lobby Readiness Level: Red-Red-Orange

The Psionic Defensive stance of this hall is truly unassailable and disciplined, and it's no wonder that Master Emenuth is relaxed every time he tries out any divination method here.

After feeling the aether blast just now produce an insignificant impact on the surface of his armor in an unbelievable way and dissipate into invisible dust, the acting priest couldn't help but mutter, and at the same time put a part of his heart back in his stomach - it seems that it was completely correct to bring Maatra in time and activate the preset automatic defense.

Julius withdrew his gaze and looked at the psionic advisor on the other side, who seemed to be frightened again at any moment, as if he had been stimulated many times in a short period of time, and like a stressed owl, he clung to his cape and wrapped himself as hard as he could.

"Ma'atra Advisor? You okay? He tried to take half a step forward.

"Don't come near me!!!" The emaciated mortal on the other side was thrilled when he heard his voice.

"I warn you——! Stay back! You illusion sent by the Heavens to try to confuse me! Damn bastard, which one is it?! Carlos?! Abararex?! Jagtulos?! Or - I see!! Change Spirit! You must be a changeable !! ”

Every name the psionic advisor shouted in the frenzy buzzed through the acting priest's eardrums like a flood of bells, and even with the help of the area's tight defensive circles, Julius began to feel dizzy, and he suddenly realized that he had read the corresponding entry for each of the names that came out of the other's mouth, in the book The Connection between Demon True Names and Curse Healing.

On the ground, although the defensive spells still shimmered with bright white light, black frost flowers began to form in some places, misty foxfires flickered through the thinner curtains, giggles of pleasant little things came from dark corners, and the sound of impatient sword rubbing and stomping stimulated the auditory nerves of the acting priest.

"This won't work! Shut your mouth at once, we must stop it now!! He shouted at the advisor in a louder voice, "You're going to open the rift in the subspace and attract the evil gods and the living!!! ”

"What are you talking about?! Open the cracks? Attracting the living and evil gods? What evil gods? The other looked at him incredulously in a violent frenzy, "Aren't you—"

No matter what he was going to say, the words of the next moment were frozen on the tip of his trembling tongue.

"You, you, you ......"

The smell of ozone in the air grew stronger, and the psionic advisor gripped his staff in horror as he saw—

His brother, the proud, cold, calculating, and functional thirteenth son of the Emperor, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Master of the Armor of Reason, Robert Killiman (face), solemnly and reverently held up a copy of the Emperor's Word of the Emperor with all kinds of chaotic energy and radiating a cold golden light, the signature of the Peerless Chaos Demon Prince Loga Aurelian was flashing on the cover of the Word's human skin, and the crown of lightning thorns formed by endless psionic energy from the vast ocean was wrapped around his forehead, his eyes fused like the core of a starHe opened his mouth and shouted the name of the Holy One in the name of God—

Uther Ma'atra felt in confusion and despair that the cognition and personality he thought he had built well since the recasting had begun to undergo a spiritual reorganization and quenching.

The gears start turning.

The power of the demigods gathered.

He finally couldn't help but curse before starting over.

"I'm stepping on a horse, XXXXX of your XXXX, Peturabo, what the hell did you do with stepping on a horse this time?!!!!"

The sound of Ma'athatra's final collapse was drowned out in a platinum storm of black thunder and lightning.

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A stream of alert messages that slipped through the net suddenly jumped into the retina of Ramizan, who was sitting at his desk.

[Huh?] Are the alarm readings in the Hall of Omens flashing again? Now Emenut is not using it, why is it still flashing, I cut over and take a look...... Hey? The sensors are already occupied? 】

[Don't look at it, it's Maatra who is demonstrating the new course to Julius inside, it's not a big problem, I'm listening, and by the way, I'll help you monitor it.] The Border Collie calmly swept the picture away from Lamizan's eyes with a meat pad.

[If all the work assigned to you today is done, you can go and check out the briefing on the new bridge from Walter.] Then think about what we're going to have for dinner. 】

【Oh, you've already watched it, dinner......] The body of the Fourth Primordial immediately fell into a preoccupied contemplation of the eternal philosophical question of "what to eat for dinner".

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"Ma'atra Advisor? Maatra Advisor? ”

The psionic advisor came back to his senses from his meditations.

Sitting in front of him was Julius, an apprentice and priest of the think tank who had just been guided by him and had completed a pleasant exploration of the vast ocean with him.

"I'm sorry, Julius." He replied with a pleasant face, "My state of mind has fallen into some turmoil in the exploration just now. Did it scare you? ”

"No, it won't." The young monk on the other side shook his head, "This is the first time I've been inside...... Flight? Sailing so far, those things are crazy. Thank you for your strength and risk-taking to introduce me to this new knowledge," said the Acting Priest, earnestly, "It will give me a better understanding of what is in the books, and it will allow me to better serve the throne and the warband." ”

"Haha," the psionic advisor let go of his grip, "it's nothing, Julius—by the way, can I call you Robert?" ”

"Uh, of course?" The blond-haired young man looked a little confused, "You like to call me by my middle name just like the war leader." ”

"Oh?" The mortal youth seemed to inadvertently guide Astarte along, "That was a coincidence. I don't know why he called you that, but I can tell you why I want to call you that. ”

"I'd like to hear you, advisor."

"Hmm...... Because you look very much like my brother," Ma'atra's voice sounded nostalgic, "and he also has a Robert in his name. ”

"Ahem, I don't know how to answer, Master Ma'atra."

"It's okay, Robert. Oh, it's been so long, let's have dinner together. ”

The sound of footsteps and the scraping of clothes faded away, and the Hall of Omens returned to darkness and tranquility.

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It's now 10 standard Terra points, and the acting priest's mouth is already starting to bitter.

Because someone was stuffing a lot of sweets into his hand on the table in his private room, and his ears were filled with things like, "This one is called the lips of beauty, this is called the belly button of the dancer, and this one is called Ali's mother, I personally think they are all very delicious, you might as well try each of them." Warm introduction.

After finally giving up thinking about some of the things that are not and being reserved, and letting the self fly across the river of life.

The fifteenth primordial green eyes now flashed with a happy and relaxed expression in the light.

"I've always wondered what it would be like if my brother and I were mortal, and I would be able to share my knowledge with them."

He said.

"Thanks, I know now. Robert. ”

Now in the shell of this seemingly mortal icon—no, in front of the world, there is finally a mortal who confesses himself.

Quack –

Good! I still hurry up and finish it! Now I'm going to change the dressing and wipe the skin man and put on new socks—

So it's decided.,Starting tomorrow, the two chapter updates will all be released after half past six in the evening.,Thank you.

I also ask all readers to run and tell each other

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