Chapter 126 Deal?
The reddish-brown sky in the distance blew up a sharp wind amid the clash of superpowers, bringing the dark sky closer to the ground.
The floating city seemed to be falling. On the sunny side, bursts of explosions were heard from the collision of high-level superpowers, while on the other side, the lower-class people living in the darkness could only stay in their own "holes" and pray for everything to pass.
The city seemed to be tightly grasped by a mysterious force on the ground, which firmly grasped this false and prosperous city in the sky, and then used invisible chains to make it fall down.
"Bang!"
The first SS-rank psychic took action.
The SS-class territorial esper Lost switched the positive and negative sides of the floating city, and protected the lower-class residents amid the roar of the city's collapse. After that, he moved all the civilians out of this final battlefield. :-) This :-) work :-) was created by :-)
Tide, the former supernatural guild, held the flame in the darkness and waited for six years until today.
It is the blood and shouting that have kept them going until now, and it is also the belief they firmly believe in each other and the dawn they want to see.
At this time, the sky was still depressing, even the sun was blocked.
But this is the time when they are most excited and most determined.
The members of Tide came out in droves, including low-level and mid-level civilians carrying hot weapons.
The high-level supernatural wind is like the most gentle embrace. Sang Feiling is suspended in the air. Even if she loses her legs, it does not hinder her from walking between heaven and earth. Her wind is sometimes like a sharp blade that breaks through the air and sometimes can save innocent people. Under her, a warrior wrapped in metal is running in the city. His face is covered with a mask, but his eyes are looking firmly in the direction he is chasing as if through this metal mask. And beside him, his companions are following closely.
The blue-eyed girl with long straight black hair fluttered in the wind, and she waved her hands to bring warm healing power to heal the pain of her companions. The red-haired young master of the former noble family had a face full of dust and dirt, but he expanded his supernatural powers without noticing, adding strength to their people of faith and playing the music leading to victory.
After the loss of the first transfer space, the nobles' superpowers have been appearing one after another, but at this time, only the S-level and SS-level superpowers appeared in the open. The superpowers still sat at the palace table that represented their identity and status.
The restrictions imposed on them by Libra have not been lifted, so they cannot take any action.
"You still don't allow it?" said the patriarch of the noble Sang clan, with an anxious look on his face, while the patriarch of the Feng clan next to him glanced at the royal emperor who was sitting in the first seat but actually had no right to speak.
The collision between low-level and mid-level espers is not a big deal for them, as the power of this world is always in the hands of high-level espers. However, the world is not stable, and the collision between SS-level espers is likely to lead to the destruction of the world, and everyone will die in this battle.
"What is Tianliang's plan?" asked the Feng clan leader. "Hasn't he always advocated civil affairs before military affairs? Now those traitors have reached the gate of the floating city, and he is doing nothing?"
"We are all gathered here because of Libra." Another noble chief said, "But the only one who really obeys Libra is Lin Ran. I don't care about noble rights. As long as I am SS-rank, I can enjoy them. I just don't want to be trapped in a smaller place or be killed by Libra after refusing."
"Reasons don't matter. What matters is what we do now!" The patriarch of the Sang family stood up. "Let them do whatever they want? If this world is destroyed, none of us will be able to escape!"
No matter whether they are SS-class psychics or higher-level SSS-class psychics, Libra, they cannot escape the constraints of this world.
Perhaps some of these nobles who use the corpses of the lower classes to build their glory do so for power or pleasure, but they will not stand idly by when it comes to matters concerning life.
"No, I mean Libra must have his own plans." The noble chieftain said, "Since the prophet came, he has put him first in everything he does." He turned his head and looked at the black feathers of the crow floating outside the window, "Including this nonsense-like rebellion, it was all what the prophet wanted to see, and Libra acquiesced."
"What could make that Libra regress to such an extent?" murmured the patriarch of the Feng noble family.
"He has found a way to solve the instability once and for all," said the emperor.
Princess Misty Rain sat beside them, and under her earnest gaze, a sound blew into the palace along with the pink petals, bringing this silent quarrel to an end.
"You have ten minutes."
Libra allowed the noble SS-rank to take action. The voice seemed as gentle and elegant as before, but it was floating, as if it came from the end of the sky, ethereal.
"Ten minutes is the maximum time limit for resolving everything you want to resolve."
At the same time, He showed His "mercy" and took care of the mentality of some people, providing them with a channel to release their dissatisfaction in recent days.
Ten minutes, Libra gives them ten minutes of freedom.
In an instant, the figure of the patriarch of the noble Sang family disappeared from his seat, and at the same time several other people stood up.
Then they quickly left this temple which was no longer useful to them.
At the front line of the floating city, Sang Feiyuan's power collided with Sang Feiling's. The strong wind and the impact below made their voices seem broken in the wind, but they were still clear to the ears.
"Don't be hostile to me." Sang Feiling stretched out his hand to Sang Feiyuan, "Wouldn't it be nice to leave the floating city with me?"
"You packed your bags and left home, leaving me behind. Why do you think I will abandon my family for you now?" Sang Feiyuan rejected coldly.
At this moment, in the center of the floating city, a wave of wind suddenly rose from the top of the royal palace, like a huge wave that smashed the small waves on the shore and took control of the wind in the entire sky.
The patriarch of the noble Sang clan came forward.
The SS-class psychic's power attacked Sang Feiling mercilessly, and at the same time noticed that the loss of this incident was caught by the chief of the Feng clan.
In an instant, Sang Feiling was knocked to the ground.
"Sister Sang!" Tang's healing came soon after, and Sang Feiling struggled to get up from the ruins, but the next moment the SS-level attack followed closely.
"Bang!"
A hole was punched through the ground, and both sides of the floating city were penetrated at the same time.
The head of the Sang clan shouted angrily, "I asked you to kill a traitor! It's such a small matter! Why did you delay it until now?"
Sang Feiyuan stared in a daze at the empty hole through which he could see the ground below the floating city.
"You have been useless since childhood. You can't do anything well. You have no dignity at all. You can't even climb up the wall by timidity! That traitor is too bold. He is bold enough to betray the family!" The patriarch of the noble Sang family vented his anger that had been suppressed for many days. The wind around him was like angry thunder, venting his dissatisfaction and complaints wantonly.
Under the power of the SS-ranked psychic, no one can escape.
He moved forward and turned around, and the metal extended along with his arm to block the sharp wind blade.
"Tang! An Huyu!" he shouted.
The companions looked at each other, and tacitly changed their tactics, giving priority to rescuing their companions.
The other S-rank psychics of Tide also encountered their opponents.
Yan Changxiao, Jianyue and others rushed to the palace from another road. The collision of high-level supernatural powers made this road to the top full of thorns.
The white-haired boy with heterochromia was stopped on his way to the palace at the top of the floating city, while the red-haired nobleman next to him calmly let down his shawl and met his former colleague with his true face.
"I'm going to see Haig," Dan said.
The next moment he activated his supernatural power, and the huge pressure crushed the road ahead.
"Please make way, I'm the same way." An Heyu said slowly beside him, with no hesitation or struggle in his golden eyes, only decisiveness and determination, "By the way, let's settle the previous account."
The old account that had caused him hesitation, pain, and uncertainty when he first embarked on this path.
Meet these people and get involved in the source of these things.
At this moment, wind blew from the hole that penetrated the floating city.
"Sang Feiyuan, don't act like a coward!" the patriarch of the noble Sang clan ordered, "Now! Kill them back immediately!"
"I..." Sang Feiyuan was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the place where Sang Feiling disappeared. But suddenly he felt a breeze blowing across his fingertips.
Gently, as if pulling his little finger, to make some kind of agreement.
"Do you want to go out and take a look? I guess you do, because that's exactly what I want to do." The child's voice echoed in my mind.
And another voice said, "I dare not."
He didn't dare to disobey the clan leader, didn't dare to resent others for killing his puppy, and didn't dare to step out of his safe bed.
There was only one person who would drag him away, pull him out of his useless peace.
His sister, Sang Feiling.
The next moment, he closed his eyes.
The weak wind seemed to be swaying in the strong wind, unable to control itself. But at this moment, the gentle wind suddenly became sharp.
With a flip of his wrist, Sang Feiyuan, who in the eyes of the head of the Sang family was just a bullied person who would go home and cry, used the Weathered Blade and plunged the blade into the chest of the SS-rank psychic who was looking at them with contempt.
"What?!" the Sang clan leader screamed.
A breeze blew up from the hole, and the woman with long green hair returned to the battlefield along with the wind.
"Is the travelogue I wrote good? You've read it, right? I know it was you who compiled and published it," she asked.
All those desires and unspeakable longings suddenly became clear at this moment. Sang Feiyuan tightly grasped his wind blade, which penetrated into the blood vessels of the Sang clan leader and wreaked havoc in his body. At the same time, he turned his head.
He saw his always strong sister smiling the same way she did when she was a child as she looked at her brother who had mustered up the courage to disobey their clan leader for the first time.
"I'll take you there someday so you can see this world with your own eyes."
Not just words, but like the free wind.
The first SS-level mutant died at this time, and Sang Feiyuan held the hand that Sang Feiling extended.
"Look at the dawn in your eyes."
Inside the royal palace, ten minutes after Libra agreed, the originally sparsely populated long table suddenly emptied out, leaving only the royal family members who had no superpowers and could not participate in this war stranded there.
"Ten minutes? Isn't that a bit long?" Princess Wu Yu seemed to have thought about it for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help but stood up and said worriedly, "The uncertainty brought about by the SS-level letting go is too great. Our royal family has stabilized the noble SS-level psychics in recent years in order to reduce this uncertainty. For this, we have sacrificed many people. Now we have to let them let go again."
"Is this a joke?" Princess Misty Rain asked.
But the emperor suppressed her protest.
"He is our God," said the Emperor.
They could not resist the decision of God and could only let it go.
Even if they are puzzled, bewildered, or even find it unbelievable, it is not something they can control.
Because the royal family, without the role of God's spokesperson, are just ordinary people who can't even protect themselves in this battle.
Princess Wuyu stood there in a daze. Her pupils trembled and she suddenly turned her head to look at an empty seat that had been empty from the beginning.
That was the seat they had prepared for the Royal Prophet, even though that person never bothered to have such communication with them.
At this moment Princess Wu Yu suddenly understood something.
"The Prophet never thought we were right from the beginning." She said softly, as if she could see the indifferent but bored expression on the black-haired young man's face as he looked out the window in the winged carriage that brought him to the floating city.
"He has already made his own preparations." Princess Misty Rain said, "I have never convinced him, he..."
The pink petals flew around the empty hall, out of the window, and flew higher with the wind, flying to the top terrace of the palace.
At this moment, the god with long white hair tiptoed to the ground and opened his lips to the black-haired young man in front of him amid the chaos and noise.
"You will create a perfect ending for the drama, pave the way for a new world created with faith and passion, so that their efforts will not be in vain, their trust will not be betrayed, and they will see the dawn they long for."
"Make a deal with me. Use your existence to strengthen this cage-like world. Save this world that is on the verge of collapse. Erase the destruction. Become a part of this world by being reborn."
The voice of the god echoed in the wind. He asked, "Do you want to trade?"
The black-haired young man had his usual relaxed smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth curled up wantonly.
"OK."
Under the silver-rimmed mask, the red mark on his left eye is still bright and vivid.
Far brighter and more beautiful than the color of the sky.