Veronica's robe wrapped tightly around her, allowing the wind to blow the corners.
Through the thick haze, she could see the outpost's scarred walls and the constant attack on the greenskins, everywhere with Oak's corpses and their dilapidated war machines - although there were no interstellar warriors, there was a very elite group of mortal soldiers.
But there is no doubt that without support, they will not last long.
As night approaches, the black smoke from the lit fuel makes the already suffocating air even more suffocating.
"Sorry, Great Prophet, I failed."
Beside her, the great prophet Eldlar Uslan just nodded slightly.
"Do you understand the nature of your mission?"
He asked, but didn't look at her.
"Eliminate the threat of an ark world."
Veronica whispered, and was ashamed of her failure.
“Not quite right.”
Eldral let out a soft laugh.
"The Ark World will have new threats every moment. Just like those humans say that a person has at least more than a thousand different ways of dying in his life. For the Ark World, I think this is the same. Sometimes the Prophet Council seems too nervous and puts our precious power on every unknown."
"Isn't this exactly Usvi's way of survival?"
"Yes, but in a sense, aren't we the same human empire that has abandoned everything and struggled to survive... Doesn't this mean that we are never as noble and wise as we claim?"
Veronica was silent.
The words of the Great Prophet will definitely set off a huge public opinion crisis. After all, what supports the Spirits to the present is nothing but fear of death, only the memories of the glory of the past.
Most people have no hope.
Living for the sake of living is a true portrayal of almost all spiritual races. Whether it is the Ark Spirit, the Wild Spirit, or the fallen compatriots in Comoros, their essential living conditions are the same.
Because everyone knows that Slaanes, who is a powerful subspace, cannot be defeated. The spirit race has long become a candle in the wind, and it is only a matter of time to perish.
It’s just that everyone doesn’t want to mention the absolutely dark future.
Only when satirizing those "lower creatures" can the spiritual races gain some comfort and anesthesia from past memories.
Although Veronica didn't say anything, she could clearly sense the silence gradually spreading in the ark - everyone was still fighting, but the target was getting more and more confused.
As the population decreases, the Ark may still exist for a long time, but there will be a lasting end.
They have lost their homeland and have long lost their way out.
If you really want to talk about despair, the Spirit Clan is much more desperate than humans. At least they still have a golden sun, but the Spirit Clan is only left with a cowardly laughing god.
"But the threat of this green skin is indeed higher than before, which is something the Prophet Council has always agreed with."
Veronica tried hard to shift the topic to her eyes and tried not to let despair surround herself - the spiritual races are emotionally sensitive creatures.
"I didn't say it wasn't a threat, so I proposed that you lead the battle."
Eldral said, gently stroked the mysterious long staff in his hand.
"All the lines of destiny gather here. We try to find our way in the illusory web of destiny, but sometimes the flow of reality will lead us forward... Will it be possible to resolve this crisis if it dies? Or is this crisis not caused directly by it?"
"It must die, and if we can't kill it here, the Phoenix Lord will intervene."
"This is not needed. From the beginning, fate was destined to not die here."
Veronica was very surprised.
“What…. Then why are you…”
"Because some guys have to shut up, they will only know to turn back if they hit the wall."
The prophet said, still staring at the scarred outpost of human beings.
"Anyway, everything will end today."
"Finish?"
Veronica repeats.
"The life of that beast, or this action?"
“There are both.”
The Great Prophet answered simply.
For a moment, both of them were silent.
The hillside was full of Oak's corpses. The outpost was almost at its best and the number advantage could not be expanded. Oaks, who failed the first time, had retreated to the depths of the canyon and around, licking their wounds.
Their psychic noises seemed very far away, and they were like rumbling thunder clouds in Veronica's mind.
It's still far away, but strength and anger are accumulating.
It will be more powerful than it was before.
She could especially feel that one of the Oaks was gathering the other Oaks' psychic energy. She guessed the identity of this Oak, and she hoped to make a liquidation of this Oak who had played with her.
"You go back first, the battle is over, and I will propose a new plan to the Prophet Council. If we cannot solve it ourselves, then another way to bring it to the place where it is doomed to die."
After saying this, the great prophet stopped talking.
Veronica stood in the wind for a while, then saluted the other party, and then floated away.
One minute after she left, Eldlar Uslan suddenly opened to the wind.
"Is that news important enough for you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the space behind him suddenly twisted.
Then in a quirky and strange song, a clown mask and a fancy figure fell to the ground.
"Very important, respected prophet."
Eldral Uslan glanced at the clown with expressionless face, and then snorted lightly.
"Oh, the laugher of the curtain path, then what interesting jokes did you bring to me this time."
"I am sending a sound tube during this trip, threading needles and threading threads to make up for it frequently. People will be lucky and lucky. Good days will go as soon as possible."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The laugher answered the prophet's questions in a strange tone as if he was singing.
Eldrael rubbed his head with his eyes closed.
"Asuyan, is it really that difficult for you to speak well?"
So he took the most direct method to directly penetrate his spiritual tentacle into the other party's brain.
At first the other party resisted, but the laugher was obviously not the opponent of the great prophet, so they successfully completed the conversation in their hearts.
"We can speak well this time."
"Great Prophet, you should respect our traditions."
"Ahhh, of course I respect you and your troupe. But I have had a migraine recently and I don't have the energy to think about your mottos and just say the serious matters, who do you pass the message to?"
"The Curtain Walker hopes to have something to do with you."
"Oh? It's that person. It's been two thousand years since the last time I heard her news... it's not? It seems that this news is really exciting, and even she was alarmed."
“The Walker values the news you bring.”
"Okay, she will decide the time and place. I haven't seen this old friend for a long time."
But the laugher did not leave, but took a look at the camps built with green skins.
"Great Prophet, you should know that the huge threat there may put several Ark worlds in danger. Although I know you have had a special view of the race of Greenskin, but now they are different from the past, just some brainless beasts."
"Look, you are in a paradox again. If it were a brainless beast, how could it become a huge threat?"
"But... the curtain walker also told me that those who break their bones should not be kept."
"Then go back and tell her that this place is not the burial place for the broken bones, and no one can kill it when its fate promises. After all... the aftermath of that battle that year has not yet subsided."
The laugher was silent for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of killing the Bone Brokener immediately.
“I will convey it truthfully.”
For a moment, there was no movement except for the dust.
The sun sets and night appears, and the jagged towers and mountains of the human outpost are dyed red like blood.
Soon, the humans inside will be finished, and the outpost will be turned into ruins. The signals they sent before their death will never be received-
The last chance to curb the Bone Crusher will disappear
The laughing scholar turned around and prepared to leave, but finally stopped again.
"Great Prophet, about Veronica... I still hope you can send her to the troupe, she is the safest in the Internet."
Eldral Uslan did not reply, but just shook his head gently.
"You can't protect her all the time."
The laughing maker stared at the back of the great prophet, and his pale mask reflected the blood of the setting sun.
"One day, the decayed god and its minions will find her. The human fallen people are already ready to move. As Veronica grows older, you cannot hide her power forever. After all, she is... the last daughter of Isa."
Usvi's great prophet still did not respond and also cut off the connection of his mind.
The laughing maker sighed, then flipped back, disappeared from the spot, leaving only the lonely figure continuing to look at the bloody sunset...