Chapter 66: Chronicle of the Falling Gods 9

[Is Bain also a prophet? ]

[So he is a prophet raised by the nobles? ]

[But it doesn't feel right. If he is a prophet, then what was the black smoke coming out of the staff when he was holding it in his hands? ]

[Maybe some magic tools? After all, it's not a luxury for a prophet to hold such precious tools in his hands]

[That's right, the person above convinced me]

The discussion on the bullet screen was lively, but the conversation between the people in the comics did not stop. Bain stretched out his calves in stockings, and a pair of polished leather shoes shone in the light, revealing a beautiful arc of light.

If we ignore the overly obvious evil smile on Bane's face in the comics, this scene may be the favorite of many readers who like little boys, but unfortunately, his face is full of malice and a little distorted, making it difficult for people to like him.

"I... I want to see my past"

"Past?"

This request made Bane stunned, and the expression of watching a good show on his face dissipated a little, and then a more playful curiosity was revealed.

"I have made predictions for many people, either predicting the future or predicting fortune, but no one has ever asked me to predict the past. Have you lost your memory?"

Bane's words were not false. Those who can afford to find a prophet are not ordinary people. These bigwigs are concerned about the wealth of a family, whether it can continue for a thousand years, and the fate of the opposing family. Carl is the first person to look for the past.

Bain kindly gave Carl a rare reminder to keep himself in the face of huge sums of money.

"Think carefully, I can only make a prediction for each person once. If you want to see the past, you can no longer see the future."

Carl nodded without hesitation. There was no hesitation or entanglement in his blue eyes, not even a trace of thinking. It was as pure as the sea, broad and calm, without a single ripple, but there was a proud sun hanging on the sea surface, shining the sea water with warmth.

"I don't need to know the future, I will see it myself. But the past may be hidden, so I need to know the truth."

This answer pleased Bane very much. He did not continue to ask Carl, but turned to Tatarina and Lima. Lima's face showed obvious hesitation, and finally chose to look at a certain future of her own. Tatarina was more straightforward. She had no interest in either the past or the future. In her own words,

"I will witness the past and the future myself. If the past is forgotten, it means it is unimportant or unnecessary. Only the invisible future is possible. I don't need to predict such things."

This sentence fits Tatarina's character very well. She is a wolf running on the grassland, unrestrained, without worries, and just needs to run forward freely.

[I really envy people like Tata, who is completely carefree and holds his life in his own hands]

[Rather than saying that she holds her life in her own hands, it is better to say that Tatarina's first half of her life was pushed by fate, so she wants to live her future life freely]

[In fact, they are all people who are wrapped up in fate. Carl bears the responsibility of facing the goddess of fate, Lima carries the family, and Tatarina has to work hard for the Leonard family]

[What about Lance? He is also a person who is pushed around because he bears everyone's curses for the country]

[Maybe this is what the comic wants to express]

Carl in the comic sits on a chair with his hand on the crystal ball. Bain on the opposite side crosses his legs and holds the crystal ball with his hands in an encircling posture. The crystal ball emits little starlight in his hands.

"You will see your past"

"Maybe there is snow all over the sky"

"Maybe there are dark clouds all over the field" "

Maybe there are some people you miss"

"Maybe there are some people you don't want to see"

"It all depends on you. Now, have you pushed aside the clouds?"

Carl touched the crystal ball and looked directly into Bane's playful eyes. It seemed that through those eyes, he saw some fragments that were sealed in the depths of his memory and had never been turned out. The scenes flashed before his eyes, so fast that Carl couldn't catch them. He could only lean forward and eagerly reach out his hands to catch the shining fragments.

"That is..."

With a special show of white light, Carl turned into a phantom and shuttled across a grassland.

[Grassland? But I have been on the snowy plains of Ataco since I was born...]

Carl's inner voice appeared beside him, showing his doubts.

Carl's figure floated above the grassland, and from time to time he passed by some huge creatures, which were obviously not creatures from Ataco, or rather, most of them did not look like creatures from the New Age. But since Carl did not know much about this area, he was just a little surprised.

[I have never seen these animals... they are so big...]

[Who knows, why do I feel like I am watching Jurassic Park]

[Damn, someone upstairs said what I was thinking!! These huge creatures look like ancient creatures]

[So Carl traveled to ancient times? ]

[Theoretically, it is impossible to travel through time. What Carl saw in the crystal ball was the memory of the past, and this should be part of his memory]

[So Carl is really the half of Pence, the god of the sky? 】

【I still remain skeptical, mainly because it's too strange】

Karl was still immersed in his memories. He had never appreciated such a beautiful view from this perspective. He seemed to be in Burns, with wings, soaring in the sky, passing over the calm lake and the lush treetops. For a few seconds, Karl even really doubted whether he really yearned to fly and yearn for the sky without knowing it.

But this beautiful memory came to an abrupt end with a strange, illusory female voice.

"It shouldn't exist... fate... destiny. Judgment!!"

Karl saw a woman wearing a huge pearl crown on her head in a trance. She seemed very beautiful, but Karl couldn't see her face clearly. In Carl's memory, she seemed a little too tall. Carl tried to crane his neck, but could only see a part of her chin hidden in the shadow. Her torso and limbs seemed so huge due to the absolute size difference that every glittering pattern on them was so clearly visible.

"Fate... fate... fate... fate... fate... fate... fate"

These two words kept echoing in Karl's mind like a spell, even louder and louder, more and more, layer upon layer, like the echoes of a bell that kept coming out, exploding in Karl's ears, making Karl feel dizzy, and he even felt that the whole world was constantly echoing these two words. Various voices, men, women, young and old, finally converged into hoarse, numb repetition without any emotion.

"Stop shouting... Stop shouting!!"

But Karl's struggle was in vain. In his memory, this was Karl's own world. He was indeed so weak and powerless, like an ant, being looked down upon by the tall, faceless sculpture with contempt.

But just when Carl was about to explode from the constant influx of curses, he suddenly felt his ears being touched by a pair of warm hands. Although this sounds a bit ridiculous, after all, he is now in a ghost state, where is there such a thing as touch.

But in fact, he really felt it. Because Carl clearly found that when his ears and hands were covered with something warm, the whispers in his world that had been causing him pain disappeared, and it was so clear that he even had a moment of trance.

The expression of this scene in the comic is quite beautiful. From the moment the tall sculpture appeared, the word "fate" appeared on the screen. As Cao Nan's finger kept moving downward, the black words "fate" appeared on the screen, densely packed. The more "fate" there were, the wider the corners of the huge sculpture's lips inexplicably grinned, until the rough-tipped "fate" was stacked up like a scattered ball of wool, covering the entire screen, making people feel creepy, as if they were hearing fingernails scratching on a blackboard.

Then A pair of hands appeared on the screen, and opened a hole in the screen full of "fate" like a zipper. Light and starlight rushed out along the zipper, covering every pore with malicious "fate". It was so warm and gentle.

Carl's wrinkled brows gradually relaxed under the caress of a pair of hands with different skin colors and patterns. In the next frame, Carl's blue eyes finally opened, and the camera gradually moved in. The vast ocean The sea gradually expanded into this picture.

But such a peaceful picture did not last for a while. The ocean, which was shining under the warm eyes and sparkling with waves, suddenly emitted a strange red light from the distant horizon, which gradually spread to the sky. When the red color became so bright that it could not be ignored, the readers realized that it was not a fire cloud at all, but a real, full, burning fire!

It is difficult to imagine how such a raging fire could burn on the sea. But it did happen, and there were some black shadows in the distance. But Cao Nannan soon realized that it was not a black shadow, but a necromancer walking on the sea! .

There was a feeling of dark clouds pressing down on the city, as the dense, pitch-black army of undead crossed the sea with unstoppable force, and from behind them leaped crows that were covered with black feathers and were nearly two-thirds the size of ice dragons. They emerged from behind the undead army in groups, and their hoarse and strange roars swept across the world.

"Destroy!! Destroy!!!" "

Before Carl even had time to take a closer look, he felt the world spinning, and when he closed his eyes again, he seemed to have sunk into the deep sea, surrounded by bright bubbles. In such a dreamy scene, beside him were floating broken arms and flesh, and large pieces of scarlet floating in the sea water, dyeing most of the ocean red.

Carl seemed to hear a few vague voices in the muffled sound of the water.

"Live..."

"Live! "

"Alive"

[Who is it.....]

Carl sank to the bottom of the sea and closed his eyes, blocking out all the cruel quarrels and cries of fish with a thin layer of sea water. The sea water wrapped him tightly like amniotic fluid.

The comics use bubbles with different borders to show the different identities of the speakers, but they all express only one meaning, to stay alive!

"How about it, you saw it..."

Bane was frightened by Carl's awakening before he could even finish his words. Carl's pupils shrank, and he gasped for breath. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. His originally healthy wheat skin color was now a little pale, not to mention his clothes soaked with sweat.

"...Live on."

Carl couldn't hear any sound at this moment, and could only hear the anxious, comforting, steady, and warm calls from under the sea.

"Live on"

[Live warmly and facing the sun under the embrace, no matter the past or the future, walk firmly on your own path]

[My laborers, you must live well]

[I hope that whether it is Carl, Lima, or Tatarina, they can reach the end they want to go to and not be wrapped up by fate]

[So, who can tell me, is Carl the God of the Sky? ? ? ]