I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 520 The Vision of the Prophet

Wang Zhengdao folded his cards. He didn't want to deal with such a complicated situation. After all, the old woman looked a little too close to Surte, and she was trying to brainwash Surte into thinking of her as his mother, so he brought Tang Ji directly. up.

The others in the room did not expect that Wang Zhengdao could go back and forth between the European Union and the Federation in the blink of an eye. Their vision was completely limited to their surroundings, and they knew nothing about the real power.
"I" Zeus, who seems to be the most majestic, hasn't gotten over the fact that Tang Ji, a large killer, suddenly appeared in front of him, and is planning to play the traditional performing arts of the divine power. Let's talk about the whole scene and try to talk .

It's a pity that he has nothing to say in the next second. When Tang Ji saw Sirte who was controlled by someone, he was already standing in front of Zeus, punched him through the chest, and directly smashed his beating heart to Jia Lena Thornton blocked that stinky mouth.

Zeus looked at his pierced body in disbelief, holding Tang Ji's shoulders tightly with both hands, as if he was questioning death.

A group of dazzling lightning began to swell around Zeus's wound. His five sense organs and seven orifices were all flickering with lightning, and the lines of lightning under his skin continued to spread, as if he was about to die.

Tang Ji directly opened a dimensional door beside him, and beyond the door was the snow-capped Antarctic ice field. He raised his foot and kicked Zeus's waist, folding the two-meter-tall man from the middle, like throwing a bowling ball Throw it into the dimension gate as well.

The next second the gate of the dimension was closed. Without the blood on Galina's face and the beating heart in her mouth, Zeus would have never existed in this world.

Tang Ji turned around and pulled a chair over, sat in front of Galina Thornton, and just looked at her like that.

No one knew what thoughts flashed through Galina Thornton's mind during those few seconds. Perhaps her brain had shut down the moment Zeus died.

Bah!
Just when Galina was filled with the hope of life, Tang Ji directly shot her in the head: "Go home and confine yourself for a week."

She just wanted to see her old acquaintance who was in the center of the timeline five times back and forth before her body couldn't hold it anymore.

After returning to his own timeline, there is a desperate and lonely soul hidden in the broken body.

"If you dare to leave, I'll burn the entire European Community to ashes." The prelude twirled around in Tang Ji's hand, and inserted the gun pouch: "A gamble?"

In the end, Tang Ji ended the lives of many comrades-in-arms with his own hands, because they had become the body used by the player at that time, and stood on the opposite side of him.

"I followed." Wang Zhengdao sneered, turned his head and disappeared in place, leaving Tang Ji alone.

"Come here." The prophet looked at Tang Ji, and whispered in his ear when he was close to him: "I have been carefully hiding my name to prevent people like me from finding me, but now, I want to Tell you my name, come closer."

Tang Ji can read a lot from the eyes of the prophet, but what he didn't want to ask at that time, the war with the players is destined to be cruel, just like this time, the person who kidnapped Sirte is just the holy heavenly organization, if it is player.
"We will go through a lot of hardships. You chose to fight to the end, but the result is not satisfactory." The Prophet gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his breathing became a little short, and the life detection systems issued alarms one after another.

And now the prophet just wants to see that face again
"Wu Qianying is such a lucky bitch, I told you so." The Prophet said conclusively, bringing a smile to Tang Ji's face.

"You in that world also tried it, but it didn't work." The Prophet shook his head, as if recalling many things: "This is the price of looking directly at the future, and you must pay it."

Surte moved his wrist in a daze, and in the next second, he suddenly appeared outside Galina's arms as if the frame had dropped. The stupid woman still maintained the posture of holding Surte, watching all this in astonishment.

Tang Ji looked up and down Soulte, Soulte turned his face a little stubbornly, refusing to look directly at Tang Ji.

The face of the sculpture is full of flattering smiles, just like the two pillars of the happy comedian.

It would be meaningless to tell him the whole plan now, to prepare his emotions in a planned way.

Bah!
Tang Ji shattered the sculpture with one shot, and looked at Wang Zhengdao: "Now we can go."

As she said, she shouldn't have met Tang Ji, and it was a joint decision between her and Mikkelsen to put Tang Ji out of the new plan. What Tang Ji needs as a rage is the purest anger. Constantly improve your strength limit.

"Take me to see the Prophet." Tang Ji stood up and looked at Wang Zhengdao, only to find a metal sculpture sitting between them.

"If you want to hold me hostage, don't blame me for throwing you here and letting you go back by plane!" Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji who was about to step forward, pointed at him and warned: "Familiar with familiar, you are serious, I can really go!"

Just like that, Wang Zhengdao took Tang Ji to appear in the open-air garden near the atrium of the castle. He said it was an open-air garden, but in fact the top 20 meters of the garden was covered by opalescent translucent glass.

This is his personal hobby. After all, he has killed many important people, and the souvenirs are considered a sneak in his busy schedule.

Without Mikkelsen as his eyes, Tang Ji didn't know where the Prophet was. In the past, Mikkelsen would tell him the exact address directly, but Wang Zhengdao was able to send him directly to the target like just now. He only needs to Shot is enough.

The two fell into silence like this. Tang Ji was not persecuting the prophet, he just asked in the end: "The future you saw, we failed?"

But he wisely chose to stay still, and when the flames of hatred swept away, he turned himself into a sculpture again. He swore that he had never prayed so devoutly, hoping that no one would notice him and treat himself as a real sculpture.

The Prophet smiled and nodded: "Thanks to you, someone helped me."

The people and things that I see and hear naturally carry a sense of strangeness.

In short, after her eyes regained her agility, her first reaction was to hide behind Sirte and take him as a hostage.

"So what did you see?" Tang Ji suppressed the sadness in his heart, and asked directly: "What did you and that bastard Mikkelsen do without telling me?"

"Actually, we shouldn't have met, but I'm afraid that if I don't see you now, I won't have a chance to say goodbye in the future." The prophet tilted his head and avoided Tang Ji's sight: "You want to know, but I can't tell."

Tang Ji snapped his fingers, and a group of gray-black flames swept across the room at an extremely fast speed, and the power that made Surte fall into the state of waiting to be compiled disappeared just like that.

She couldn't restrain her impulse, she had already given everything for this time, her youth, her time, her health, everything about her.

"Your plan succeeded?" Tang Ji realized instantly that the prophet had completed her last adventure, and she carried out the act of peeping into the future for the fifth time.

"Get rid of her, let's go home." Tang Ji pointed to Galina Thornton, who was already paralyzed from fright, and said to Surte.

Tang Ji tilted his head and looked at Wang Zhengdao, as if he was asking you European Federation what kind of rotten fish and shrimps are here. Wang Zhengdao just spread his hands, and he was searching for expensive drinks in the nearby wine cabinet.

After torture again and again, this man finally made a compromise to the essence of the Seven Deadly Sins.

There are several beautiful and wide 'paths' paved with fine river pebbles, and the divided green areas are planted with cornflowers of various colors.

"Well, just kidding, the Prophet agrees to see you." Wang Zhengdao was one meter away from Tang Ji, and said cautiously: "She is in a very bad condition, you must make sure that no matter what happens, you will not hurt her, Not even a sneeze!"

But the prophet felt sorry for Tang Ji, she just wanted to see Tang Ji in this era, still Tang Ji instead of a furious Tang Ji.

The flame lightly tapped the crack on the back of the prophet's hand, but nothing happened. The power of the flame of hatred could not clean up the wound on the prophet's body.

"We have never won before, so why did we fail?" The prophet looked at Tang Ji and said with some pity: "Many people have died, and some people might as well just die."

Janos Frisius, who had been sitting on the chair the entire time without moving, also faded from the platinum luster, turning from a sculpture into a human form again.

"Adolescence, huh?" Wang Zhengdao held a tree of life in his mouth and a bottle of wine in each hand, and he said, "I'll take you back to Night City? You can't get into the gate of the dimension by yourself." Bar?"

Tang Ji kicked over the chair next to him. He couldn't really burn this place to ashes. After Wang Zhengdao was missing, he deeply realized what it meant to leave without a car.

It was raining outside at this time, and the sound of raindrops falling on the glass was transmitted to the surrounding walls by a special sound transmission medium, so that people could still hear the sound of rain falling without loss of sound quality.

This kind of contrast made it difficult for Tang Ji to accept. He still prefers to see a prophet who bites a bitch and refuses to give an inch to Wu Qianying.

Those memories are not just memories for the Prophet, they are the future that she has personally experienced.

Of course, the Prophet himself joked that her new mount is not so much a wheelchair as it is a mobile ICU ward, and its various medical accessories allow the medical team to carry out an operation anytime, anywhere.

For others, the last time they saw each other was only a few months ago, but for the Prophet, she had been alone, drifting alone in the long river of time for more than ten years.

[Personality Design] is an ability that needs to gradually build a logical level to achieve the goal. Galina, who was interrupted several times and had to restart the process, obviously did not complete the process. Surte just had a headache for a few seconds and returned to normal .

"Why don't you try? I'm not that fragile." The Prophet smiled hard, but there was no youth in his smile, but a kind attitude like a real old man.

The entire castle is in a shockingly adjusted magnetic field, so that the magnetic levitation wheelchair can move freely in the castle.

"You..." Tang Ji reached out to touch the black crack on the opponent's hand, trying to burn it with his own flame of hatred, but seeing the fragmented appearance of the prophet, he was afraid that the opponent would be sent away directly.

Wang Zhengdao's smile turned bitter, and he sighed and said, "The prophet doesn't want to see you."

The dimensional door opened simultaneously with Tang Ji's words. Soult bit his lip, his eye circles were a little red, he took a last look at the corpse on the ground, turned his head and rushed into the dimensional door, and Edward was surprised and joyful from the door the sound of.

At the tip of his finger was a gentle, off-white flame, a tiny flame that could be snuffed out like a little blow on a birthday candle.

Island of Malta, Valletta.

He became stronger and stronger, and less and less like himself. Even the prophet didn't know how much of the rage that tried to destroy everything in the end was related to the man in front of him.

"A descendant of the Frasius family, one of the members of this organization." Wang Zhengdao replied with some embarrassment: "Little people, it's not important."

And now, if you don't want to 'run' all the way back to Night City like before, Tang Ji had better start booking tickets now
Fortunately, Wang Zhengdao came back before Tang Ji wore out his only patience.

It used to be some sort of sanitarium for the rich, but it's been bought by the Prophet for her alone.

She is half leaning on her luxury wheelchair, the backrest is slightly rolled up, putting her in the most restrained position, but anyone who sees those black spots that seem to not really exist in the real world, but are visible to the naked eye, all over the naked skin If there is a crack, she knows that no matter what posture she is in, she will never get over it.

Sunny and pleasant, Valletta is a city of art, taking into account the historical heritage and the comfort of modern life, as well as the rare, unpolluted natural environment.

"What's wrong with him?" Tang Ji asked again with a sigh.

The Prophet lives here now, a modern castle on the edge of the highland. Half of the entire building is made of translucent glass, allowing sunlight to illuminate the entire castle.

Tang Ji didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him, so he lit a tree of life, but Wang Zhengdao, who was surprised by the space jump in the next second, reached out and picked up the cigarette.

"You can't even smoke!" Wang Zhengdao snuffed out the Tree of Life cigarette and threw it on the ground: "You can go now."

The prophet is waiting for Tang Ji here.

Surte looked at Galina with complicated eyes, and finally shook his head: "Let her go, she reminds me of those memories I thought I had forgotten."

Tang Ji put his ears closer so that the prophet could speak the secret with the smallest voice.

But he only felt a gust of warm wind blowing into his ears, and the words that came from his ears finally said: "Forget it, I'll leave you a regret, so that you won't forget me in the future."

Tang Ji looked at the prophet with some helplessness, and through the absent clear eyes, he seemed to see a still eccentric soul.

"That's it, goodbye."

(End of this chapter)