Wang Zhengdao gave up. He didn't want to deal with such a complicated situation. After all, the old woman seemed a bit too close when she held Surte, and she also tried to brainwash Surte into accepting her as her mother, so he brought Tang Ji directly.
Already.
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 own surroundings, and they knew nothing about the real power.
"I" Zeus, who seems to be the most majestic, has not yet gotten over the fact that Tang Ji, a big god of death, suddenly appeared in front of him. He is planning to use the traditional performing arts of divine power. Let's try to talk about the scene.
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Unfortunately, he had nothing to say the next second. When Tang Ji saw Surte being controlled, he was already standing in front of Zeus and punched the opponent in the chest, beating his beating heart directly into Jia.
Lena Thornton's mouth was blocked.
Zeus looked at his penetrated body in disbelief, holding Tang Ji's shoulders tightly with both hands, as if questioning death.
A ball of dazzling lightning began to expand with Zeus's wound as the center. His five senses and seven orifices were all flashing with lightning, and lightning lines continued to spread under his skin, as if a fish was about to be destroyed.
Tang Ji opened a dimensional door directly beside him. Beyond the door was the snow-capped Antarctic ice. He raised his foot and kicked Zeus in the waist, folding the two-meter-tall strong man from the middle as if throwing him away.
Throw it into the dimensional gate like a bowling ball.
The next second the dimensional door closed, without the blood on Carina's face and the beating heart in her mouth, it would have been as if Zeus had never existed in this world.
Tang Ji turned around and pulled up a chair, sat in front of Carina Thornton, and just looked at her.
No one knows what thoughts passed through Carina Thornton in those few seconds. Maybe her brain had shut down the moment Zeus died.
In short, after her eyes regained their clarity, her first reaction was to hide behind Surte and treat him as a hostage.
Tang Ji tilted his head and looked at Wang Zhengdao, as if asking you what kind of stinky fish and shrimps are in the European Union. Wang Zhengdao just spread his hands and was searching for expensive drinks in the nearby wine cabinet.
This can be regarded as his personal hobby. After all, he has killed many big shots, so the souvenirs he picked up can be regarded as a break from his busy schedule.
Tang Ji snapped his fingers, and a ball of gray-black flames swept through the entire room at an extremely fast speed, and the power that put Soult in a state of being compiled disappeared.
Janus Forsythius, who had been sitting on the chair and had not moved during the whole process, also lost his platinum gold luster and transformed from a sculpture into a human form again.
But he wisely chose to remain silent. 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 regard himself as a real sculpture.
Surte moved his wrist in a daze, and the next second suddenly appeared outside Carina's arms, as if the frame had dropped. The stupid woman still maintained the posture of holding Surte hostage, watching all this in shock.
[Personality Design] is an ability that requires gradually building up logical layers to achieve a goal. Carina, who was interrupted several times and had to restart the process, obviously did not complete the process. Surte only had a headache for a few seconds and then returned to normal.
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"Kill her and let's go home." Tang Ji pointed at Carina Thornton, who was paralyzed with fear, and said to Soult.
Soult looked at Carina with complicated eyes, and finally shook his head: "Let her go, she reminded me of those memories that I thought I had forgotten."
Tang Ji looked up and down Surte, who stubbornly turned his face away, refusing to look directly at Tang Ji.
Boom!
Just when Carina was filled with the hope of life, Tang Ji shot her in the head with a shot: "Go home and stay in confinement for a week."
The dimensional door opened simultaneously with Tang Ji's words. Surte bit his lip, his eye circles were a little red. He took one last look at the corpse on the ground, turned around and rushed into the dimensional door. Edward's surprise and joy came from the other side of the door.
the sound of.
"Adolescence, huh?" Wang Zhengdao held a tree of life in his mouth and a bottle of wine in each hand. He looked around and said, "Should I take you back to Night City? You can't get into the dimensional gate by yourself.
Bar?"
"Take me to see the prophet." Tang Ji stood up and looked at Wang Zhengdao, only to find a metal sculpture sitting between them.
The face of the sculpture is full of a pleasing smile, just like the two pillars of the comedian.
"What's wrong with him?" Tang Ji sighed and asked again.
"A descendant of the Fulisius family, one of the members of this organization." Wang Zhengdao replied with some embarrassment: "Little people, not important."
Boom!
Tang Ji shattered the sculpture with one shot and looked at Wang Zhengdao: "We can set off now."
Wang Zhengdao's smile turned bitter, and he sighed and said, "The prophet doesn't want to see you."
"If you want to hold me hostage, don't blame me for throwing you here and letting you fly back!" Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji who was about to step forward, pointed at him and warned: "Older, familiar, if you do it seriously, I will
Let’s go!”
"If you dare to leave, I will burn the entire European Union to ashes." The prelude turned around in Tang Ji's hand, inserting the gun bag: "A gamble?"
"I'm following." Wang Zhengdao sneered, turned around and disappeared, leaving only Tang Ji alone.
Tang Ji kicked over the chair next to him. He couldn't really burn this place to ashes. Without Wang Zhengdao, he deeply understood what it meant to leave without a car.
Without Mikkelsen as his eyes, Tang Ji didn't know where the prophet was. In the past, Mikkelsen would directly tell him the precise address, but Wang Zhengdao could send him directly to the target like just now. He only needed to
It's enough to take action.
And now, if he doesn't want to 'run' all the way back to Night City like before, Tang Ji had better start booking flights now
Fortunately, before Tang Ji wore out his only patience, Wang Zhengdao came back.
"Okay, just kidding, the prophet agreed to see you." Wang Zhengdao was one meter away from Tang Ji and said cautiously: "She is in a very bad condition. You must ensure that no matter what happens, you cannot hurt her.
Not even a sneeze!"
Tang Ji didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him, so he lit a tree of life. However, Wang Zhengdao, who was suddenly attacked by a space jump in the next second, reached out and took away the cigarette.
"You can't even smoke!" Wang Zhengdao stubbed out the Tree of Life cigarette and threw it on the ground: "You can leave now."
Island of Malta, Valletta.
Valletta, with its bright sunshine and pleasant climate, is a city of art that combines historical heritage with the comfort of modern life, as well as a rare and unpolluted natural environment.
The Prophet now lives here, a modern castle located on the edge of the highlands. Half of the entire building is made of translucent glass, allowing sunlight to illuminate the entire castle.
The entire castle is in a carefully adjusted magnetic field to facilitate the maglev wheelchair to move freely within the castle.
Of course, the prophet herself also joked that her new ride is more like a mobile ICU ward than a wheelchair. Its various medical accessories allow the medical team to carry out an operation anytime and anywhere.
This place used to be a sanatorium for the rich, but now it has been bought by the prophet and serves only her.
Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji appeared in the open-air garden near the atrium of the castle. It was said to be an open-air garden, but in fact the top of the garden, about twenty meters high, was covered by opalescent translucent glass.
It was raining outside at this time, and the swishing 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 falling rain without loss of sound quality.
Several beautiful and wide 'paths' are paved with fine river pebbles, and the green area divided into several parts is planted with cornflowers of various colors.
The prophet is waiting for Tangji here.
She was half leaning on her luxurious wheelchair, with the backrest slightly rolled up, putting her in the most restrained position. But as long as anyone saw those black spots that did not seem to really exist in the real world, but were visible to the naked eye, all over her exposed skin.
Crack, you know that no matter what position she is in, she will never have an easy time.
"Did your plan succeed?" Tang Ji instantly realized that the prophet had completed her last adventure, and she had peeked into the future for the fifth time.
The prophet smiled and nodded: "Thanks to you, someone helped me."
"You" Tang Ji reached out and wanted to touch the black crack on the opponent's hand, trying to burn it with the flame of his hatred, but seeing the fragmented appearance of the prophet, he was afraid that the opponent would be sent away directly.
"Why not give it a try? I'm not that fragile." The prophet tried his best to smile, but the smile no longer contained the youthfulness of the past, but instead resembled a real old man, with a kind attitude.
This kind of contrast was a little hard for Tang Ji to accept. He would rather see a bitch and a prophet who wouldn't give in to Wu Qianying.
A gentle gray-white flame lit up at his fingertips, like a small flame on a birthday candle that could be extinguished with just a gentle breath.
The flames lightly touched 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 injuries on the prophet's body.
"You in that world also tried it, but it didn't work." The prophet shook his head, as if he had recalled a lot of things: "This is the price of looking straight into the future, and you must pay it."
"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 the 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."
The two fell into silence. Tang Ji was not forcing the prophet. He finally just asked: "In the future you saw, we failed?"
"We have never won, so how can we fail?" The prophet looked at Tang Ji and said with some pity: "Many people have died, and some people might as well die directly."
Tang Ji could read a lot from the prophet's eyes, but he didn't want to ask about things at that time. The war with the players was destined to be cruel. Just like this time, the person who kidnapped Surte was only the Holy Rights Organization. If it was
player.
"We will go through a lot of suffering. You chose to fight to the end, but the result is not satisfactory." The prophet gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his breathing became a little faster, and the life detection systems issued alarms one after another.
Those memories are not just memories for the prophet, they are the future that she has personally experienced.
Tang Ji eventually ended the lives of many of his comrades with his own hands, because they had become the physical bodies used by the player and stood against him.
Tortured again and again, the man finally came to terms with the nature of the Seven Deadly Sins.
He became stronger and stronger, and became less and less like himself. Even the prophet didn't know how much of the rage that finally tried to destroy everything was related to the man in front of him.
As she said, she should not have met Tang Ji. Shelving Tang Ji from the new plan was a joint decision between her and Mikkelsen. What Tang Ji needs to be furious is the purest anger.
Continuously improve your own strength limits.
If you tell him the entire plan now and prepare your emotions in a planned way, it will become meaningless.
But the prophet pitied Tang Ji. She just wanted to see Tang Ji in this era, not the angry Tang Ji.
To others, the last time they met was just a few months ago, but to the prophet, she had been alone, wandering in the long river of time for more than ten years.
The people and things I see and hear naturally have a sense of strangeness.
After returning to his own timeline, hidden in his broken body is a desperate and lonely soul.
She just wanted to see her old acquaintance who was at the center of the timeline five times before her body couldn't hold it anymore.
She couldn't control her impulse. She had sacrificed everything for this time, her youth, her time, her health, and everything she had.
And now, the prophet just wants to see this face again
"Wu Qianying is really a lucky bitch, that's what I said." The prophet said conclusively, causing a smile to appear on Tang Ji's face.
"Come here." The prophet looked at Tang Ji and waited until he got close to him before whispering in his ear: "I have been carefully hiding my name to prevent people like me from finding me, but now, I want to
Tell you my name and come closer."
Tang Ji put his ears closer so that the prophet could tell the secret in the smallest voice.
But he only felt a warm wind blowing into his ears, and the final words that came to his ears were: "Forget it, I'll leave you with a regret so that you don't forget me in the future."
Tang Ji looked at the prophet helplessly. Through the other person's eyes that were no longer clear, he seemed to see a soul that was still strange and strange.
