Chapter 641 Three "Prophet"

"What a great rain..."

Tom opened his arms and let the decorations in the castle smash down his head and face. He didn't know whether he was talking about the collapsed castle or the lava raging like a meteor shower.

The masonry of the wall let out a dying groan, and the stone wall collapsed, revealing the whole island. Unlike the hell scene Tom saw when he first came, this place was covered with trees, and the two rows of rib-like mountains stood row upon row. Unique houses with various styles, people coming and going, bustling, if Pythia is here, you will definitely recognize that this island is so similar to the isolated island they landed on after the shipwreck.

But it had already been destroyed by a volcanic eruption. Like a dream, Haierbo, who finally found support, became the homeless and anxious slave again.

Haierbo actually built a home on Sicily composed of his servants, which was very similar to that dream island. It was broken again in the same volcanic eruption as before.

The apple was still held in Haierbo's hand, the sweet aroma mixed with the smell of rotten wine, forming an unacceptable sweetness, mixed with the strong sulfur smell from the volcanic ash, exuding a breathtaking The smell of suffocation.

"It heralds the end of the era and the establishment of order!"

Tom's words and actions are full of emotions. Sometimes he bows his head and whispers, sometimes he talks loudly, sometimes he curls up like he is in the cold rain, sometimes he opens his arms like a conductor, and sometimes his tone is as sad as a funeral eulogy Mourning, sometimes as passionate as a wedding speech.

No one approached here, and they didn't even dare to cast their eyes here.

The magnificent castle swayed in the volcanic eruption, and it was difficult to maintain its basic shape. The window directly above the gate broke first, and the colored glass created by the immature smelting method was fragmented like an avalanche, like an avalanche. The showers fell from behind Tom, the shards of glass bounced violently, and arrows shot at Tom's back, but every time they shot from the empty space of Tom's movement at that moment.

Tom's immersive performance is even more exaggerated, but at this moment it is extremely appropriate.

Nelson couldn't help wondering whether Tom was a prophet, a prophet who was really intoxicated by the fate he witnessed, wondering whether he was predicting the real fate.

The foundation of the castle let out a "creaking" wail, and right behind Tom, the high wall where the gate was located was falling towards him like a mountain top, but Tom was unmoved, and Haier, who was holding the apple, was also motionless, but the The hand trembled slightly.

"Are you... not afraid of death?"

Even Haier was surprised by Tom's madness. He didn't know whether Tom was standing under the dangerous wall because of his confidence or because he was already crazy. He finally couldn't help it and asked.

"If I get hit, it's fate's arrangement. Since I'm standing here, it proves that fate doesn't want me to live."

"haha, really?"

There was a hint of self-mockery in Haierbo's laughter. For some reason, he also had a thought of standing here with Tom to fight for his life, but he finally put down the apple and let it fall into Tom's hands. From the state of corruption and dryness, it became full again, and the firelight reflected by the gold coin fell on the peel, coating it with a layer of gold.

"boom!!"

The collapsed high wall finally couldn't support it, and it slammed Tom under him. The strong wind carried lava and volcanic ash all over the sky and rushed to the wall facing the volcano fiercely. A high wall was left intact.

The fall of the high wall stirred up smoke and dust that covered the sky, and the people harassed by the volcano kept their last sanity in panic and tried their best to resist the disaster, but it was just like the island that was destroyed many years ago , in such a natural disaster, only people can stay.

...

When all subsided, and the volcano was calmed by the rage that roiled from its belly, the island that had flourished for only a moment in Tom's eyes had truly become the hellish sight he had seen on his first visit.

In the center of the island, at the foot of the volcano, a wall that fell to the ground became the only proof that there was a prosperous town here, and people's disgraceful eyes finally gathered there.

In the middle of the high wall, at the position of the window directly above the gate, a young man holding an apple is standing quietly.

The high wall can take everything under it to paper, except for the window that shattered ahead of time.

...

"Hai Erbo is an extremely conceited and extremely inferior person."

In the room at the top of the tower, Nelson leaned back on a chair with his feet up, the chair was tilted back at a dangerous angle, he held a refilled tea in one hand, and rubbed his wand with the other hand Under the rhythm of the teacup, the steam slowly emerging from the teacup formed a line, outlining a gradually solidified figure in the air.

A mayfly suddenly flew in front of him, he nodded, and the mayfly left.

"What's wrong?"

Pythia asked curiously.

"Tom's prophecy has come true," Nelson frowned, obviously angry, "If I hadn't been digging underground..."

"Did something happen? What prophecy?"

"Nothing, let's continue with our business."

Nelson shrugged and continued the topic just now.

"Most of his conceit comes from his talent in magic, from his power to easily dominate life and death, and even the fate of others by using his power far beyond ordinary people. For all living beings, wizards and gods who can plunge the Peninsula into darkness What's the difference?" Nelson carefully adjusted the details of the steam condensation, as if he was earnestly completing a perfect sculpture, and sometimes the movements were too big, making Pythia on the opposite side worry whether he would look up. Overturned to the ground, but the two slender legs of the chair in contact with the ground have always maintained a fragile and stable balance. Nelson waved his magic wand and added a pair of snake-like eyes to Haierbo's portrait, "This kind of power is so huge, It was so big that he even feared it himself. For anyone with superior intelligence, this age of ignorance is a virgin land with hidden treasures. If you walk through the forest at will, you can pick up golden apples. Those who are smart and tireless will become pathfinders and pioneers.”

"So he is still...a person who has made outstanding contributions?"

Pythia obviously couldn't accept Nelson's reasoning. No matter how powerful Haierbo was, no matter how important his contribution to laying the foundation of magic was, the scene of the peninsula full of starvation and the withering of the forest was vivid, and it wouldn't lie.

"Do you know what's the difference between you and him, Pythia."

Nelson suddenly leaned forward, and the two chair legs hit the ground with a "bang", which made Pythia, whose eyes were a little blurred, tremble in shock. She blinked and looked at Nelson. She didn't know that Nelson asked What exactly do you want to know when you ask this question? It is difficult for two people who are already different to find out the similarities. How can they find the answer he wants in the endless differences in the forest?

Pythia shook her head, she also wanted to know the answer to this question.

"The way you 'prophet' is different."

"Prophecy? But he doesn't know how to divination, how can he come up with the way of prophecy?"

"You see someone dying, and it happens," Nelson said as he set the teacup back on the table, and the last puff of steam seeped out of the cup, congealing into a white wand in the portrait's hand between them, the The magic wand seemed to have the magic power of finishing touches, obviously it even blurred the face, but Pythia seemed to see Haierbo's gaze, she couldn't help turning her head, and Nelson's voice came from her ear, "He wants someone Death, and then it will happen, you all saw death first, and then death comes, for you, fate is 100% will happen, and for him, the act of taking someone else's life is 100% successful Yes, one of you believes in the future in your eyes, and the other believes in the power in your hands, this is the same thing, but there is an essential difference."

Pythia listened carefully to Nelson's words, and the novel angle thrown by the man from the future was something she had never considered.

"You have the ability to see through fate, but you can't change it. He has the power to manipulate the fate of others, but he can't see it clearly. Then, he will doubt whether his choice of manipulating fate is the arrangement of fate, so he began to try Rebelling against fate, but this is unverifiable, how can a person who has already been deeply involved in the whirlpool know whether his appearance of rebelling against fate is a trick of fate at a deeper level?"

Pythia closed her eyes, lost in thought.

"So the stronger he is, the more afraid he is, the more afraid he is, the more he wants to pursue power, but how can the power he possesses fight against the invisible and intangible fate? If fate is really a god, then He can at least walk up to him and question him, or give him a punch, but how can such a thing exist in the world?" Nelson smiled, "so the more he resists, the more he believes, especially when you are young The prophecies revealed to him at that time will become reality one by one in front of him, and he will find that he has been deeply trapped in the net of fate since the beginning of his birth, and his struggle has made himself deeper and deeper. When he was completely bound by the snare, and there was no space left for his mouth and nose to breathe, the him in the cocoon was the same as the one who was locked in a wooden barrel and carried around the streets for exhibition because he could talk to snakes. What's the difference between a slave boy?"

Pythia's pupils vibrated violently, and Nelson kept talking about Hai Erbo, but she felt that he was talking about herself,

From the first time she saw Nelson, she felt a unique temperament from him that should have been the same as her own. She had never seen Nelson perform any magic related to divination, but she knew it in her heart His identity as a prophet, she finally understood, this is another way of a prophet - even a person cursed by fate can make his own choice.

"Do you know why he left you the Temple of Apollo?"

"I asked him to live in a sunny place far away from him," Pythia said subconsciously, already trapped in the vortex of his mind, "so he sent me here."

"Is this the farthest away from him? Is the sun here the best?" Nelson asked, before waiting for Pythia's response, he gave his own answer, "No, he has noticed the inextricable connection between you and the Lost Fog , Pythia, so he sent you to this volcano that constantly emits sulfurous steam. He may think that this is why you perceive fate, but he can't tell the difference between the fog of the soul and the volcanic steam that looks exactly the same. The difference between time and space, the mist of mist was created by your arrival, so he began to study the mist of mist and the illusory world it connects, the dark clouds that communicate with death are the best evidence."

Pythia stared blankly at Nelson, she knew that Nelson was telling a huge secret, and she was clearly the protagonist of this secret, but she couldn't understand even a single word.

"I have to say that Haierbo's talent surpasses the vast majority of people in this world. No matter in the past, present, or future, he created a curse. To be honest, I was a little embarrassed before confirming this information for the first time. Believe me, I thought that what he created was just a black magic that used negative emotions as a medium to deprive life or bring pain. Curses have existed too much in mythology, but he was the first to truly turn myths and legends into reality. "Nelson shook his head and sighed, "he is not a prophet, but he has mastered a method similar to prophecy to inflict disaster on his enemies. The reason is that he seems to have really researched something from you. Even with the extra two thousand years of vision, I can't be sure whether his direction is right or wrong, but there is no doubt that he has created something that has never been done before. The great feats of the past, evil as they are, are great."

"..."

"I have reason to believe that when a person like him studies the magic of casting curses through fate, he will definitely deepen his fear of fate. He is a smart person, and smart people are the easiest to get into a dead end. He cannot be carefree " Nelson pressed his wand against the chest of Haierbo's portrait, and whispered in a voice that could barely be heard when Pythia pricked up his ears, "I also have reason to believe that he has more awe of fate than anyone else, including you, so he is more respectful than you. Everyone has to believe in fate, so the inferiority complex in his heart is more menacing than anyone else, so this will become his biggest weakness, and it will be a key move for us to buy time and finally defeat him."

The wand poked forward, pointing out a defect in Helbo's heart.

"But this is not the chess we play."

"This is a glimmer of life left to us by fate, and the next step is to see how we can use it to break the situation."

...

There was a dragon chant in the sky, and then Haierbo's voice rang in the ears of the people on the island.

"Are you still in a daze?"

The wizards fought a cold war at the same time, and then they began to use their own magic to rebuild the island, the houses stood up again, and the trees grew again. Things that are rare on the peninsula are extremely easy here. This is the power of magic.

A more powerful and ferocious dragon flew down from the clouds and landed on the ruins of the castle. Tom shook his shoulders, and the volcanic ash that fell on his body was drooped by the strong wind. He raised his head and looked at the pair of dragons above his head. Eyes that have become too familiar after two thousand years.

"Come and rebuild my palace for me," Haierbo said after a moment of silence, "God's residence should not be destroyed by minor natural disasters."

After all, he left Tom, and the dragon spread its wings and rushed into the clouds.