Chapter 780

The prophet or in other words, the prophet, in their eyes, the world is different from others. A drop of rain and a grain of sand are destined to fall. When it goes wrong, it proves that the time line is disturbed.

In Victor's chaotic brain, all kinds of future clips play in a loop, just like a maze of no exit. He stumbles to find a breakthrough many times, but it turns out that he is just starting over again.

The essence of chaos is madness, dark and chaotic. Treachery doesn't repel his followers' madness, but he does not like his followers' stupidity.

Those who are regarded as stupid by him are often used as toys for fun by adultery. Of course, the end result of those who are smart is not much better.

It is said that the traitors are plotting a big conspiracy that covers all the known worlds. In this conspiracy, only the traitors themselves are the ultimate beneficiaries, and only the smartest believers can protect themselves from it. These people are known as the Lord of change.

Marx once had the opportunity to become a changeable Lord. He suddenly peeped into the truth behind the world and obtained sublimation from it. Even the traitor and stranger are willing to give such a great enlightenment a chance.

But Marx refused, he still retained the honor of being born as a man, and he was willing to do something for the world.

Unlike those talkative lobbyists, he prefers to be a doer, starting with changing himself, slowly changing the people around him, and then affecting the whole community, the whole city, the whole continent, and finally the whole world.

Like a demon hunter, he can't clean up the chaotic demons and turn every enemy he sees into a corpse, but he can deal with the invisible enemies and the problems existing in people's minds.

"Are you sure you want to reach out to the contaminated people alone?" Reverend Richard guarded the passage between the underground refuge and the ground, frowned at Marx.

Port Antony has been completely divided, and every mortal who has been confirmed as pure by the church has been forcibly taken into the underground refuge, while most of the people who have been polluted by chaos do not know it.

In this difficult period, Marx gave pastor Richard a great help. He convinced those people who were not willing to leave their homes to give up their warm houses and walk into the cold crypt.

It was he who explained to the mortals again and again why they could not bring their relatives and friends in, why they could only eat half full at each meal, why they could not wash their faces, why they could not urinate everywhere.

If it had not been for him, the refuge that pastor Richard had worked hard to manage would have collapsed from the inside out.

"We still have a chance. The chaos in their bodies has not yet shown the phenomenon of self will." Marx's bold assumption: "I guess, can it be that their" brains "have been killed? If we can stabilize their physical condition and rely on holy water and other means, we may be able to save these people's lives. "

"According to my past experience, you are doing nothing. In any case, the church can not allow the people above to continue to live." Reverend Richard shrugged and gave way to a road: "if the situation continues to deteriorate, whether we can continue to live is a question, but I respect your choice."

Marx smiled and pointed to his eyes. "My eyes see the future, and the future tells me that this land will not be the church has the final say."

"has the final say, has the final say, I will take off his hat and salute him!" Reverend Richard laughed. He was under too much pressure at this time, and there was little to make him laugh, but Marx's joke was good.

Richard, the preacher pretending to be serious, said, "well, tell me, Marx, you will not see Antoine has the final say in the future. As long as it's not him, anyone will do! "

"I'll try to avoid that kind of future." Marx walked out of the space left by Pastor Richard, and the other priest was wearing three layers of armor under his robe. Even if he was over his body, it occupied two-thirds of the passage area: "and you should lose weight, Reverend Richard."

As the exit of the passage was closed, pastor Richard's smile also faded, and the paladin expeditionary forces here had completely taken over Antony harbor.

Outside the city, two layers of tight encirclement sealed the city firmly. Even the druids from the far south sent several Druids to block all the exits of the city with plants after obtaining the consent of the church.

Pastor Richard didn't know what the future fate of the city would be. Maybe there would be a meteor explosion tomorrow, so that all the dust would return to the soil. In the face of chaos, this kind of stop loss measure was too normal.

Recently, it seemed that there was no peace on the other side of the heaven. Pastor Richard vaguely felt the excitement from the God of war. Only war could make him so excited.

I hope that boss Campos is not used to the style of Los Angeles, is beating the Lord of dawn, rather than chaos has gone to heaven.

While praying blasphemous, Reverend Richard smeared holy oil on his war hammer.

And more than half of the battle that will really determine who will belong to the far south continent in the future has been carried out.Following his olfactory guidance, the demon hunter dashed into the dark clouds in a straight line in the air. Purple lightning flashed around him. If he was careless, he would turn into a pile of charred carbohydrates.

But Xu Yichen was as helpful as a God, so that no lightning hit him in the thunderstorm!

Victor was dazed to see a future of his own failure, but the picture flashed by, and more news from the future quickly occupied his mind.

But it was too late. Xu Yichen had already seen Victor's gray face. A large amount of twisted tattoos covered the mage's face, like ink winding under his skin like a worm.

In this moment, the Sorcerer's efforts to create a bubble for Victor in the future timeline are broken, and the fallen finally see the reality and his future.

"No! Just a demon hunter, how can it be! " Victor stands in the air and bursts out a psychic scream. The huge sound wave makes Xu Yichen somersault in the air.

The twinkling light of the silver haired witch's eyes suddenly went out, and the whole person leaned on the hilt powerlessly, but still hung a smile: "wait, chaos dregs, this is the set meal I gave you. Believe me to be absolutely wonderful!"

Victor looks at the demon hunter in despair. Though he doesn't do anything, what he sees on every timeline is a picture of his own death.

But he still had to fight. He didn't believe he would die at the hands of mortals.

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