Mi'er walked dejectedly in the dark alley, her expression a little gloomy.
Why do you always treat me like a child...
She leaned her back against the marble wall of the church, feeling that her heart was like a stone, gradually cooling down in the night.
Is it wrong to be young?
After staring at the ground in silence for ten minutes, Mi'er sighed quietly.
well.
I just said such outrageous things to him, and now I feel a little regretful...
What will the group leader think of me in the future? It will be very embarrassing.
She straightened up and walked slowly out of the alley.
As soon as she walked to the moonlit place, she saw Antichrist Rasul standing by the wall, wearing a straight white dress, holding a golden apple in his left hand, like a gentleman about to attend a banquet, waiting for her there.
"How did you get in here?" Mi'er was a little surprised.
"Heh." Rasul chuckled, "The Holy See's force field shield is not completely indestructible."
"I...heard the conversation between you and Aske." He put away his obscure smile and said seriously, "At this time, you can still miss the people at the bottom of Solomon City in your heart, which makes me trust you even more.
He is my most suitable successor."
"You'd better find someone else." Mi'er said sadly, "I only feel some compassion occasionally. I can't say I care about you, let alone pay and fight for it."
"I can even tell you that even the entire city of Solomon... no, the lives of all the people in the world combined are far less important to me than Asker. You should find those who truly have selfless qualities and are willing to pay for others.
People, like Eleanor."
"No, she is not suitable." Rasul asserted, "I have already seen her next fate."
"She once sacrificed everything to stand up for justice, but that was just a rash decision made by her young impulse. As [Ling Ling Reading Network.] grows older, the class she lives in and the elite she has received since childhood have changed.
Education will make her more inclined to solve problems from the top down and give full play to the advantages of her origin and bloodline to lead and transform the world around her in a limited way."
"This is contrary to the principles of our organization. Because we do not hope in the salvation of nobles and lords. Any organization is a tool used by rulers to exploit, and it is completely wrong to expect the exploiters to be kind. What we really pursue
It is a bottom-up radical change that can save people from oppression once and for all."
"Really?" Mi'er smiled nonchalantly, "It's as if you can really see through us. Since you categorically said that Eleanor will change in the future, you must at least provide evidence?"
"You want to see the evidence, don't you?" Rasul asked calmly.
Suddenly, the surroundings became dark again. Then countless lines of light bloomed from the golden apple held by Rasul.
These lines shot towards infinity. Rasul picked up a handful and put it in front of Mi'er.
From those lines, Mier saw a blond female knight in white robes, it was Eleanor with a stern expression. She stood on the snowy field with a long sword, looking into the distance majestically like a king.
Behind her, there was a dense formation of power armor knights. All Shinra knights knelt down on one knee facing her, stabbing the ground with their swords in their right hands, tapping their chests with their left fists and lowering their heads, extending from the hills of the snowfield to the frozen mountains in the distance.
Meandering river.
"Did you see it?" Rasul said sarcastically, "This is Eleanor in the future."
"The highest swordsman under the Iron Throne, the eldest princess and Valkyrie of the empire, the Knight of the Dawn canonized by the Holy See, do you expect her to become the next Antichrist?"
Mi'er was speechless. She didn't know whether this picture was credible or whether it could really show the destined future. So she tried to look at the fate of other people and suddenly found that the line of fate representing Asker would be at some point in the future.
It seems to be broken.
To be precise, it was not broken, but disappeared into the void, and resurfaced a few years later, which made her feel a little relieved.
"Why is the thread of fate broken?" Mi'er asked strangely, and suddenly realized that Rasul's thread of fate was also broken.
And the time point of severance is very close, very close to now...
"Every world line is a possibility for the future." Rasul showed an indifferent smile, "And the world line is composed of the destiny lines of countless people."
"The fate of all people determines the fate of this world. The more powerful people can influence the world, the thicker their fate line will be, and the more proportion they occupy in the world line; while the fate line of the people at the bottom will be slimmer.
Fragility shows that it is difficult for them to influence the direction of the world line."
"If someone is about to disappear from this world, such as death, then his thread of destiny will be severed... because the dead can no longer exert influence on the world. From the moment he loses his life, he becomes flesh and blood.
A dead thing made of bones, the thread of its own destiny no longer exists."
"You mean, Aske will die in the future?" Mi'er suddenly woke up, "You will die too?"
"No." Rasul was still laughing, "I am the only one who will die next."
Mi'er silently opened her mouth.
Suddenly there was a loud noise above her head, which almost caused the ground to tremble violently. The half-elf girl raised her head and saw a huge blurry outline pressed against the shield above the Lateran Palace, light blue.
Spider web-like twisted cracks appeared on the surface of the colored force field.
That's...the ectoplasmic tree! The ectoplasmic tree growing in the city center!
It can move! And at some point, it has climbed to the edge of the Lateran Palace and started trying to crush the shield with its own weight!
Mi'er subconsciously wanted to turn around and go back immediately to join Aske and the others as soon as possible, but she heard Rasul in front of her sigh:
"Mi'er, don't you already understand?"
"...If you can become strong enough at this time, you won't be unable to do anything when facing these innocent citizens who have fallen into the mutation."
"Now, there is an opportunity before you, an opportunity to become the savior."
"What are you going to do?!" Mi'er showed an expression of extreme vigilance, because this elusive man with the name of Antichrist in front of her was prophesying her own death just now, and now he was going to come up with something to tempt her.
Just like he always did.
"I just want to hand over your destiny to you at the last moment." Rasul whispered, "I am the demigod of the law of destiny."
"When I fall, there will be a change in the Lateran Palace. In this change, the power of the law of fate and the sequence of luck will be incomparably enhanced."
"At that time, you who have condensed the law of destiny will have the opportunity to kill the ectoplasmic tree, which is also the opportunity to save all the citizens of Solomon who will be ruthlessly abandoned by the Holy See."
"I don't know what you are talking about..." Mi'er subconsciously wanted to retreat, because there was a faint hint of madness in the assassin mentor's smile. The smile of a wild beast at the end of its rope made her extremely uneasy.
However, Rasul had already grabbed her slender wrist before she retreated, and Mi'er could even feel the other person's fingers digging deeply into her skin like iron hoops.
"Because you are the only one..." Rasul slowly gritted his teeth and said word by word, "you have the will... and ability to save them."
"...Save them."
He suddenly pushed Mi'er away with force, and then his body shook violently, and blood came out from his ears, nose and throat. The translucent tree roots penetrated from his back and penetrated his chest, and the blood was as red as
Blooming like a rose from the holes in the white dress.