"The eighth team member is Tobin. His profession is Bishop, Word Spirit and Vacuum Snake. His fighting skills are the best in the entire executive department. He is also a lifelong professor of physical education at Cassel College."
An easy-going old man came over with a scripture in his hand. Angelica's expression became wary. As long as Tobin dared to preach, she would give him a fist.
"Each prophet is sent by God. They all preach to the world and tell the final prophet who will appear to witness the law. According to the teachings, this spirit will only come when new rules are about to be born in the world. Can it tell me who God is? What?"
Qilan was stunned and said seriously: "Each of us is our own God."
Roland looked at him blankly. Are all the new generation hybrids so enlightened?
Friendly laughter rang out everywhere. Angelica pushed away the disappointed Bishop Tobin with a sullen face, and continued to introduce: "Fufuya, Yanling Vortex, our master of electronic information technology."
"Norma took my job away a long time ago."
A delicate-looking girl in the front seat turned back and nodded her chin as a greeting.
"It's your turn next," Angelica said.
"Chilan, a student in the preparatory class of Kassel's Indian branch, a spiritual prophet, can see a small part of the future world line, but cannot accurately describe it verbally. If you want to pinpoint a specific person, I It needs to be closely connected with the target." Qilan hesitated for a moment and then said: "In the words of our young people, this spirit can make a fortune. I am very happy to meet all the commissioners."
"Welcome." Roland applauded: "If the mission is successful, and if you are willing, I will ask the school board to incorporate you into the HCI team."
"Can I ask about what the future will look like? If it's not precise, it's okay to be more general." Angelica asked solemnly. She was the vice-captain. If the captain was unreliable and could not be counted on, she would have to shoulder the future of her partners.
"Since a few years ago, there are only three types of futures I can see, destruction, business as usual, and blankness." Qilan closed his eyes and said, but his slightly trembling body still proved that he was afraid.
"Destruction, this is really not a good sign." Roland smacked his lips. Everyone in the secret party knew about the destiny prophecy of the future, but when the prophet said it, the taste of despair was inevitably a little more real and heavy.
"The black destruction, I think, is related to the Black King." Qilan opened his eyes and returned to normal, "But the blank future is even more terrifying. The whole world has lost its future, and everyone is both alive and dead. The foundation and firewood, the kingdom of God is exalted, and the Garden of Eden is reserved only for those favored by the gods. I don’t know the specific reasons, but this operation is far more important than you think. In comparison, the three generations of species resurgence events are not worth mentioning. "
Qilan said extremely seriously: "This is our last chance to make the world return to uncertainty. He is gradually approaching the future of destiny. Maybe you think this is just a simple mission to hunt down purebloods, but in fact It is the last step on the edge of the cliff. The world will help me to save myself, and I am ready to sacrifice."
"What a nonsense." Roland muttered.
"Don't be nervous. We have the experience of successfully handling similar tasks. The HCI team is strong enough to handle the crisis." Angelica turned around and waved, and Elise brought over a glass of hot milk. It seemed that this task frightened the child. .
Qilan calmly took the hot milk, neither arguing nor getting angry, but said as if he were dead, "When I die, you will probably pay enough attention to me. This is undoubtedly the fate of a prophet."
After the plane landed, a group of ten people took the helicopter prepared by the execution department and headed to the Faroe Islands. There was a bit of silence on the way. The prophet's words gave the members of the HCI team a bad feeling.
A few hours later, the helicopter landed on the highest point of the Faroe Islands. Most of this place, which was named the Fallen Island by the secret party, was submerged in the sea. Deep ravines could occasionally be seen on the ground, which were left behind by terrifying attacks. reflection.
"I don't know what the scene was like at that time." Roland sighed and said that battles between pure blood species had only occurred on the ancient battlefield before.
"Qilan! Qilan!"
A sudden exclamation interrupted Roland's thoughts. When he turned around, he found that the newly abducted prophet was gradually aging, and his body was crumbling and was being supported by Black and White.
A deathly silence enveloped Qilan, but he still remained calm. Since as a prophet, of course he knew his fate before setting off, choosing to set out was voluntarily choosing death.
"A master of alchemy, there are also corresponding alchemical items to perform anti-divination." Qilan ignored his increasingly fragile body and thought: "The traces are really pitiful. It's a pity that the prophet still has the last skill. If I die only because of you , then we are considered to have a close relationship."
The futile peek into the future finally got the answer just before the end. The stars seemed to be back in motion, at the cost of death, across many clues that should have been the basis of the prophecy, and the fog was completely seen through.
Qilan's voice was already hoarse, and she tried her best to say: "Whether the future is the beginning of human history or the prologue of divine words, I can only rely on you. Go to Sun Island, find the ancient bronze coffin under the lush ancient trees, and kill three generations. Zhong, don’t contact the higher-ups and Norma, there are insiders in the secret party who will betray us, and we will definitely not be able to bear any failure this time."
Finally, Qilan asked: "Everyone, do you take my death seriously enough?"
After saying this, the prophet closed his eyes permanently.
Seeing this, Roland's whole body went numb. He didn't even have time to mourn, so he couldn't help complaining, "No, brother, you died too carelessly. The school board of directors is directly responsible for this hunting. The mole has such a high status. Just surrender, I know Gattuso is not a good guy."
After a while, Qilan still didn't answer.
"You are serious!!"
…
At the same time, Chiba Prefecture, Japan.
A sturdy middle-aged man stood on the beach, followed by several capable gun-wielding thugs. Each of them was a mixed race, and their blazing golden eyes seemed to light up the dark night.
Not long after, a large transport ship docked. More than a dozen crew members stepped off and took off their uniforms. They also responded with golden eyes. All other crew members on the transport ship fainted at this time.
"Things." The middle-aged man said to the leader of the crew.
The leader turned around and waved, and the crew carried a black bronze coffin to the middle of the two groups. Its surface was carved with gorgeous alchemical patterns. All the mixed-races present felt inexplicable the moment they saw the ancient bronze coffin. Under the pressure, those whose bloodline is not outstanding enough can even close their eyes and bow their heads.
"Mr. Ryoma, as agreed, we need cash." The leader said with narrowed eyes.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Let's just start fighting. Who cares about the agreement?"
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of wind blades appeared around him. As the number three figure in the Fierce Ghosts, although he has been replaced recently, his strength is unquestionable.
There was a bloody storm on the shore.
(End of chapter)
