Huh? Are they all real?.

But in contrast, she leaned even further against Moen, her back already against him.

Chapter 348 The True Lord of Prophecy (4k)

The atmosphere between the two people became delicate.

And time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Al was at a loss and fell into a silent panic, unsure how to respond to Moen's sudden display of affection.

Moen, unaware of what El was thinking, remained silent as well.

He just looked around, sensing that something seemed off.

After realizing that nothing seemed amiss, Moen dismissed his suspicions and picked up the snacks he had previously put down.

I must say, it's really quite delicious.

No wonder Air is so greedy.

However, as the silence continued, even Moen, who completely regarded Aier as family, sensed something was wrong that he should have noticed long ago, amidst Aier's prolonged silence and rising body temperature.

He carefully put down the snacks in his hand, then tentatively asked:

"Aier, why aren't you saying anything?"

El still didn't respond, hugging her legs and leaning against Moen, completely hiding her face between her legs.

Often, no answer is an answer.

So Moen felt his body stiffen slightly.

No, it can't be?

Didn't Aier tell me she doesn't like men?

Whether the answer is true or not, it represents a rejection, and Moen was well aware of this.

But now.

Am I overthinking this, or what?

Amidst his surprise and uncertainty, Moen chose to speak directly:

"Aier, please say something. I'm really not used to you being like this. You're making the atmosphere between us a bit strange."

Moen said this with a smile, trying to bring the atmosphere back to the banter between good buddies.

Instead of the somewhat ambiguous situation we have now.

He has already attracted far too many girls.

I really don't dare to come here again!

But Air, who kept her head buried between her legs, whispered something:

"Idiot, stop asking!"

It seems like the answer, yet it doesn't seem like the answer.

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Since the man known as the High Priest had caused such a commotion, it was natural that he would attract everyone's attention.

Even though the others reacted quickly, the man who was prepared in advance still managed to leave before they all arrived.

At this moment, he had already infiltrated the mountains and forests, heading in the predetermined direction.

For safety, he also has a safe house that only he knows about.

He needs to settle down temporarily before continuing to plan his next steps.

However, the further he went while holding the stone slab, the more panicked he felt.

Because he found that he couldn't seem to find a way to break the deadlock.

Upon closer examination, the initial ideas revealed fatal flaws that could not be ignored.

After shaking his head abruptly, the man quickly turned his gaze to his only solace—the prophetic stone tablet.

He admitted that his plan was hasty and arbitrary, but no one would resist placing a bet when they have the answer.

Especially when the stakes are his head.

As the saying goes, not knowing the outcome is gambling, but knowing the outcome is a rational investment!

Although he was not a prophet himself, at this moment he could understand the mindset of prophets.

They all knew the prophecy would ultimately bring them to their doom. But who could believe that the next dance would be their last?

Especially those prophets who claim to control fate and the future.

It's just that with the lifting of the prophetic tablet...

The man's brow, which had been slightly relaxed, furrowed deeply at this moment.

If he hadn't paid attention before, he was certain he had placed it correctly this time!

So why is the pattern reversed again?? ...

Could it be that even those who aren't prophets can have their prophecies come true?

An endless chill enveloped him completely at that moment.

In disbelief, the man turned the stone slab over once more.

It was during this incident that he saw the pattern that was facing him flip over again right in front of him!

Although the stone slab cannot speak.

But the man saw the deep irony hidden beneath the image.

"Ha, ha ha ha! Damn broken rock!"

At this point, how could the man not realize that he had been completely fooled by this stone slab?

Surprisingly, after realizing what had happened, the man did nothing more than laugh self-deprecatingly.

There wasn't even a way to vent.

He just looked at the stone slab in his hand with a self-deprecating expression.

Because he knew that with the resources he had, he was completely powerless against this level-one sealed artifact.

This is probably the fundamental reason why the other party is so presumptuous, if, of course, this thing possesses intelligence.

He disliked doing futile work because he felt it would only solidify his already clown-like identity.

The man couldn't help but glance back in the direction he had come from.

He could no longer see the huge crater he had personally blasted out from here.

He could not see the believers and subordinates he had personally sent away.

Are they the clowns who died in various ways under the crown?

This damn prophecy actually came true with my own hands.

In such a situation, even if one wasn't killed directly by the explosion, one would be crushed alive by the collapsing building.

They truly took the variety of deaths to the extreme.

But what about this prophecy of escaping death?

And how will I die?

These were the only two things the man couldn't understand at that moment.

Because he simply couldn't understand what the man on the airship with his arms outstretched meant.

Especially since the clouds behind him were getting farther and farther away.

Unable to find an answer, the man looked up at the sky.

It wasn't a cloudless day, but it was still quite sunny, and indeed, as depicted on the prophetic stone tablet, a large number of clouds were floating in the sky.

The peaceful sky, combined with the faint scent of grass carried by the breeze, gave his tense nerves a rare moment of relaxation.

However, it was as if to answer the man's question, or as if to toy with the man's fate.

The peaceful sky did not give the man time to enjoy this moment.

A deep, continuous rumbling sound came from the sky, as if rolling in from the distant horizon, breaking the original peace and tranquility.

Amidst the man's bewilderment, he suddenly pinpointed the source of the sound.

A huge object, shimmering with a strange metallic luster, was falling rapidly in his direction. That was the source of the sound; its shape resembled a giant, elongated metal shuttle, radiating a faint golden glow.

As a native of the People's Federation, the man knows very well what that is.

That's a spaceship!

As the spaceship drew closer, he could clearly feel the powerful sense of oppression coming at him.

The deafening roar of the spaceship cutting through the air nearly ripped his eardrums. He stood frozen in place, his legs seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch, his eyes fixed on the approaching behemoth.

Because behind the spacecraft, the clouds were constantly moving away.

So, this is a prophecy???

And what about men with their arms outstretched?

In the man's final moments of confusion, the prophetic tablet in his hand began to tremble violently and kept flying towards the crashing spaceship.

It was as if it was trying to break free from his control and head towards the spaceship.

"Did you take that ship down?"

The man had no intention of running away, because he knew his fate was sealed.

He didn't want to become a pathetic figure worse than a clown; he intended to accept his death with equanimity.

He just wanted to figure out the final prophecy.

Fortunately, the Great Origin seems to be responding to his persistence.

So, in his final moments, the man saw the spaceship covered in fine golden patterns suddenly pierced by a huge, ferocious eye.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, the eye disappeared.

But that's enough for a man to know what it is.

That is one of the abilities possessed by angels of the prophetic path.

Furthermore, he also saw the person foretold in the prophecy.

The stone slab in his hand flew out of his grasp and forward, while the man who stepped out onto the red-hot iron opened his arms as the prophecy had foretold.

Is He showing the world His return?!

"So this is ah!"

The prophecy was not an image; it was a realistic depiction of the end of his life.

In his final moments, the man who finally received the answer left behind only this one sentence.

Then came a violent impact that shook the entire city of Truth.

With such terrifying acceleration, it would have caused an even more exaggerated impact.

However, at the last moment, the person in control of the ship deliberately slowed down to reduce the potential devastating consequences.

After all, this is a large spaceship with a mass of 67,000 tons.

Although the Human Alliance has long since proven that the space-based weapons they envisioned were a joke, that's because they couldn't provide objects with enough mass and enough acceleration.

And this ship, it only took about ten minutes to fly back to the Human Union from the edge of the solar system.

Both in terms of quality and speed, it has clearly reached the level of world destruction.

So when they realized it was heading straight for them, the Human Alliance was almost forced to activate its doomsday warning.

Therefore, its sudden deceleration left the top brass of the Human Union, who had been monitoring it, wondering whether they should celebrate their narrow escape or despair about the future.

After all, it was just a minor incident caused by an angel arbitrarily controlling a ship from their fleet.

So, at the headquarters of the People's Federation, everyone watched the large screen finally quiet down and fell into a deathly silence.