Since it is the end of the world, Commander, please obey.

"What's going on? Is this the result of your prediction?"

The scaly person sat high up in the main seat, wearing a black top hat with the brim covering her face so her expression couldn't be seen. However, everyone in the room still didn't dare to speak easily.

The eyes of the prophet Zhenjun were covered with a black cloth, and he was leaning on a dry branch. If you looked closely, your tightly clenched fingers seemed to be still trembling.

"Master...it's my fault. I didn't anticipate that the new water-powered person and Jiang Zhi would be able to return intact from the time tunnel."

The scaly man took off the black lace glove on one hand and reached out to lift the brim of his hat, his brows filled with impatience. "Prophet, you have been on the Seventh Star for so many years and have never made a mistake."

"But you absolutely cannot be vague about the water-powered person. If I find out you're hiding something..."

Zhen Jun gripped the dead branch tightly, his slender body hidden in his robe, looking like a gust of wind could blow him away, "Master..."

"Master, a prophet's actions are always based on luck, and mistakes are inevitable."

"You!" Zhen Jun glared at the prophet fiercely, but the prophet patted his shoulder heavily. "What? Zhen Jun, am I wrong?"

The scaly man threw his gloves at the two men. "That's enough! Prophet, go down first and call Mang Lei and Mane."

Zhen Jun held the dry branch cane and walked out as if he was familiar with the way. When he reached the door, the knot tied at the back of his head suddenly came loose, and he was so scared that he immediately covered his eyes.

"Yi Jiangyan! Have you had enough of making trouble?"

The prophet's expression froze and he pushed Zhen Jun out.

After closing the door, he stepped onto the steps leading to the Scale Man's seat with a wicked smile on his face.

"Master, why bother with him? His prophetic abilities were merely forced out by his tribe members, and were inexplicably given to him as a gimmick to bluff people."

As he spoke, the prophet raised his hand, a faint white light condensed on his fingertips, his eyes reflected the light, and a trace of inexplicable hatred flashed across his eyes.

The next second, the Scaled Man raised his hand and held the prophet's chin, and almost saw the emotions in his eyes that he had not yet had time to hide.

"Prophet, you and the Prophet always get along, but your powers awakened too late... Don't underestimate the Prophet, and don't overestimate yourself."

The prophet also looked straight at the scaly man without any concealment. His facial features were three-dimensional, making him look delicate and handsome, but the unruly smile he always had made the sharp aura in him dissipate a little.

The scaly man raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed out loud, "Since you have been given the status of a prophet, you must do the work of a prophet. As for the prophet, don't touch him."

"Yes, Master."

The prophet sat on the steps, supporting himself with one hand, looking as if half of his body had gone limp, while his other hand kept snapping his fingers, emitting bursts of white light.

The scaly man held his chin, looked at the prophet at his feet, and sneered.

She also did not expect that the deformed child she rescued from the outer system could actually develop the ability to predict the future and change time and space, so she gave him the name of Prophet.

The Scale Man suddenly lifted the prophet's chin again and asked, "How is the vision in your left eye?"

The prophet blinked, his eyes, one gold and one silver, looking particularly eye-catching. He smiled and said, "Master, my eyesight has recovered a lot."

The scaly man loosened his hand and flicked his fingertips as if teasing a dog. "I thought you could differentiate into abilities related to metal."

"It all depends on Master's mercy. My life belongs to Master. No matter what special abilities I develop, I will obey Master's orders."

The Scale Man smiled with satisfaction. Who doesn't like to have a good-looking and obedient pet?

She laughed, and the Prophet laughed too.

When the Scaled Man let go of the Prophet's chin, a trace of disgust flashed in the Prophet's eyes when his eyes dropped.

Disgusting old woman...

The Scaled Person stood up, and as her skirt danced, her white legs were faintly visible. If the prophet looked at the Scaled Person at this moment, he would have noticed something strange about her.

Unfortunately, the prophet lowered his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking. His eyelids trembled slightly, and the silver pupil of his left eye became darker and darker.

There was a knock on the door. Before anyone in the room could react, Mang Lei pushed the door open and walked in. Manie, who was standing behind him, was still knocking on the door.

"...Master." Mang Lei knelt on one knee and saluted the scale man respectfully.

Mane also saluted. His face was still a little pale and he couldn't stop coughing a few times.

The prophet raised his eyes and met Magne's gaze. The latter seemed a little surprised and barely avoided his gaze.

"Where is Mr. Zhen?" The prophet slowly stood up, walked to the door, and pulled out the prophet who was hiding there.

"Yi Jiangyan, let me go." Zhen Jun lowered his voice with a warning tone.

The Prophet leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you want me dead?"

Zhen Jun was stunned and let the prophet pull him to Mang Lei and the others. He knelt down and saluted, waiting for the Lin people's orders.

The scaled person, holding up her floor-length skirt, walked back and forth a few steps on the main steps, then stopped and looked at everyone, "Mang Lei, is the time tunnel destroyed?"

Mang Lei immediately lowered his head. "I can't sense the killer whale's energy waves. I guess the time tunnel has completely disappeared, and we can no longer obtain energy from Planet Gorui."

The scaly man looked at the prophet again, with a questioning look in his eyes.

The prophet swallowed hard and smiled, "That time tunnel was originally an irrational space created by supernatural powers. I have done my best to ensure that it has existed for so many years, Master."

The Scale Man looked at the prophet's half-white hair, raised an eyebrow and nodded, "I'll give you a little time. I want to find a new energy point, whether it's in any space in the past or the future."

Zhen Jun frowned, but his eyebrows and eyes were covered by the black cloth and no one could see it, except for the prophet beside him, who seemed to sense something and pinched his wrist.

“…” Zhen Jun turned his head and felt the flow of air around him. Suddenly, a picture appeared in his mind, and he was so scared that he instantly broke free from the prophet’s hand.

"What's wrong? Prophet?" The Scaled Man walked slowly closer, and heard the prophet's voice just before he approached Lord Zhen.

"A fly flying around scared Mr. Zhen."

When it comes to where the flies come from on the barren Seventh Star, Mang Lei is the most qualified person to speak. The wound on his broken arm is inflamed and rotten, and a cluster of bloody pus has grown, attracting flies.

Mang Lei kicked the prophet, "Why are you talking too much?" But the prophet dodged it nimbly.

The Scaled Man hated internal strife the most. He frowned in disgust, raised his hand and accumulated his supernatural power. Golden light shone in all directions, shocking Mang Lei and the Prophet into the walls on both sides.

"Shut up, everyone!"

"Magne, contact Bo Yisong, find Z, and bring him back."

Mane was slightly stunned. "But their mission hasn't started yet..."

The Scale Man looked at him coldly, "My words are the new mission."

"Yes, master." Mane nodded respectfully. The scale man sneered and took out a white pill and gave it to him.

Mang Lei and the prophet stared at the small white pill with red eyes. Only the prophet could not see anything and stood there quietly, like a statue.