The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Well," Raja did not deny it, "fuzzy, but real."

　"Does this kind of prophecy happen often?" Arianwen asked.

　"The descendants of the former salt dwellers are indeed capable of unlimited prophecy," Raja shook his head slightly. "They wander among the outlines of the silver-white trees, focusing their consciousness on the past, present, and future, extracting nearly infinite knowledge."

　"But since the death of our god... this privilege has been taken away. Even I, the chosen Moksada, can only foresee the future a few seconds at a time."

　"It's hard to imagine what it would be like if you could completely predict the future," Aryanwen couldn't help but sigh.

　Know the past, present and future at the same time, and change the development of the timeline according to your own will.

　This kind of power...is unimaginable to Arianwen.

　However, to her surprise, Raja shook his head again:

　"Miss Aryanwen, omniscience and omnipotence are not a blessing, but a curse."

　"Curse?" Arianwyn raised her eyebrows.

　“When everything becomes known from the unknown, when all the possibilities of the future are upon us, when a person can freely reach the future he or she desires, completely avoiding any obstacles…”

　"So, is he still human?"

　After Raja finished speaking, Alianwen felt something in her heart tremble slightly.

　"this..."

　"An omniscient and omnipotent prophet is equivalent to a puppet of fate, no longer having any free will. Their fate will eventually be lost in the torrent of history, becoming a part of history rather than an independent individual."

　"They appear to be guiding history, but in reality they are merely following its will, passively transforming the world and being passively manipulated, like puppets on a stage."

　Having said that, Raja raised the corner of his mouth slightly, it was a bitter smile.

　"Therefore, in the ancient creed of the salt people, foresight of the future should be moderate, respecting the great silver tree, allowing it to flow naturally, rather than excessively interfering..."

　"I see." Arianwen nodded.

　She began to understand why Miss Pollis had always used her power with great restraint.

　Perhaps, it is due to similar reasons?

　At this time, General Singh came back and saluted Raja:

　"Moksada! Backup troops will arrive in five minutes and will take over the war fortress! Should we set off?"

　"Let's go," Raja nodded, "Today, we will take over Radio City."

　Half an hour later, the transport plane landed on the tallest building in the center of Radio City.

　Aryanwen stepped off the transport plane and what came into view was a magnificent city. Huge signal antennas could be seen everywhere, and faint blue light shuttled through the outline of the city.

　The city had no ability to resist.

　The price of allowing Odin Sharma to station troops there is the loss of its own army. Apart from the Aviator Corps, Radio City has almost nothing.

　This is also why when the transport planes entered the city, the few garrisons in Radio City used to maintain order immediately gave up resistance.

　""

　"Damn it! After escaping the disgusting light of the secondary fusion, my whole body feels much better," General Singh stretched after getting off the plane. "Let's go and kill all these bastards!"

　"General Singh, we should treat them as friendly as possible," Raja said patiently. "At least we should have a negotiation first."

　"You are responsible for the negotiations, Moksada, and I am responsible for the killing! Just let me do all the bad things! You just need to maintain your great image!" Singh patted his chest.

　Alianwen didn't care how they dealt with the city's top leaders. After all, the city's top leaders didn't give her a good face and threw out the swarm of insects before they even met.

　Aryanwen hates bugs.

　She silently squatted at the edge of the rooftop, took out a silver cylinder from her waist, and pressed it -

　"Snapped!"

　A spike popped out from the end of the cylinder, stained with a crimson glow.

　Alianwen stabbed the cylinder into the edge of the rooftop, then took out the alloy plate she carried with her and adjusted the parameters on it.

　"Good signal," she pulled out the cylinder, "Ikason, how's the city cleanup going?"

　"It's going smoothly. We are taking over the city," Ikason's voice came from the communicator. "Don't worry about deploying the communication base station."

　"Okay, I'll find an interface and rebuild it directly according to their communication structure, which can save some computing power."

　After saying that, Arianwen turned around and followed the other members of the Freedom Alliance into the building.

　Soon, she found Raja in the command level at the top of the building. The young Moksada was standing in the center of the command hall, facing three senior broadcasting area executives in front of him.

　The three broadcasting area executives were all wearing dark blue, high-necked tights with smooth surfaces. Their heads were large, and their rough scalps were implanted with iron spikes at regular intervals, each of which flashed with blue light.

　It seemed to be some kind of brainwave amplifier.

　Arianwen had previously learned the identity of this race from the Free Alliance's intelligence database: the Gray Brains.

　Their brains are very developed and they develop their brains very thoroughly. Therefore, they are easily bewitched by the stars and become crazy.

　But many of them also awakened strange powers as a result.

　"...Oh, young Moksada," the Gray-brain elder in the middle bowed slightly, "I never expected that our meeting would begin in such an unpleasant way..."

　"You attacked our army," Raja smiled. "It's really unpleasant."

　General Singh was more practical. He simply drew the gun from his waist and pointed it at the elder's head.

　"Odin Sharma's dog!" Singer roared. "Are you ready to feel the exhilaration of your proud brain exploding?"

　"You can't kill me," the elder said calmly. "If you kill me, Odin Sharma will..."

　The next second, General Singh pulled the trigger——

　"Oh!"

　The elder's brain burst out like tofu pudding, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

　Singh turned the gun towards the elder on the left, and Aryanwen saw that the nail on the elder's forehead was flashing with panic.

　"If you have any tricks left to tell, now is the time!" Singer roared.

　"No...no more," the elder shook his head, "Absolutely not..."

　"Oh!"

　Another shot, and the second elder fell in a pool of blood.

　Singer pointed his gun at the third elder, who immediately fell to his knees and shouted:

　"Odin Sharma has an elite unit hidden in the antenna tower in the northern city! There are absolutely no others! Absolutely not!"

　"It seems to be true," General Singh looked at Raja, "Moksada, what should we do with him?"

　"Lock him up," Raja shook his head slightly. "General Singh, we could have used... relatively peaceful means."

　"Alright! I'll treat this idiot well!" Singer put away his gun, walked forward, and handcuffed the elder. "Elder, is your brain still working? At least your colleagues' brains are no longer working... By the way, do you want some tofu pudding?"

　He laughed heartily and took the trembling elder away.

　""

　Alianwen picked up the communicator, held it to her ear, and whispered:

　"Ikason, did you hear that?"

　"Already solved, North City Antenna Tower, a total of twelve elite soldiers."

　In the dark basement, Ikason shook off the blood on the knife and turned to look at the corpses lying on the ground.

　The halo in his bloodshot eyes gradually faded, and he said softly:

　"Cleared."

　"efficiency."

　Alianwen exhaled and waved her hand, signaling the two members of the guards who followed her to watch the door.

　Next, she walked to the central console on the command floor and found Nynaeve there.

　“Is the antenna working?”

　"The cosmic-level broadcast doesn't seem to be working..." Nynaeve frowned as she fiddled with the machine. "Hmph... They destroyed part of the broadcast antenna and cut off the core fusion energy source. These ugly, big-headed creatures really have bad intentions."

　"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

　Alianwen took out a silver cylindrical device and pressed it, and the spike at the end popped out.

　She aimed the spike at the interface on the center console, and without caring whether it was compatible or not, she stabbed it directly into it.

　"Crack!"

　Sparks flew from the center console; it was obvious that Arianwyn's rough behavior had directly damaged its structure.

　"Whoa! What's that?" Nynaeve started. "Isn't it broken?"

　"Reestablish the passage." Arianwen ordered.

　The red light spread along the console, turning into winding lines that moved across the surface.

　Nani quickly noticed the changes: the entire center console structure was being remodeled! It was completely different from before!

　This transformation continued to spread from the center console, and the red lines gradually climbed up all the antennas in the entire radio city, burning and recompiling their internal circuit structures.

　Nynaeve looked out the window at the city bathed in red light, her mouth slightly open.

　About half a minute later, the display screen in front of the center console lit up again, but this time it no longer displayed the common language, but red inscriptions.

　"Switch to Common Language," Arianwen said, "It will take some time for the Creator Engine to rebuild the channel. It will probably take until tomorrow to reach cosmic-level broadcast power again. However, our fleet is just outside the Dark Torrent, so it's enough for now."

　"The Creator...Engine..." Nynaeve's eyes fell on the small silver cylinder, "No way..."

　Just relying on such a small thing...the entire communication system was rebuilt directly?

　While Nynaeve was still immersed in surprise, Aryanwen immediately started pressing buttons on the center console:

　"Establishing a communication link...Heavenly Holy Envoy."

Chapter 710 Blade Logic (Part 6) -3k-

　On the Heavenly Holy Messenger, Eva Dani looked at the screen anxiously with a frown.

　"Still no news of the Captain?" she asked.

　"No, Acting Captain."

　"That's really strange... The first step after landing should be to deploy the communication base station..." Eva Dani stroked her chin gently, "I hope Alianwen won't be in trouble..."

　She paced back and forth on the bridge, calculating various possibilities in her mind.

　"If all else fails... find a stable tunnel and go in to look for someone?"

　"Acting Captain, I don't think this is wise enough..."

　"Ah... indeed," Eva Dani rubbed her temples. "Continue receiving information. It might be interfered with by the dark torrent. Increase the search frequency..."

　At this moment, a red inscription suddenly lit up above the bridge:

　"This is Hamster, calling the Holy Envoy of Heaven."

　It was Arianwen's voice.

　After hearing her voice, Eva Dani was obviously relieved. She adjusted herself and then spoke in a cheerful tone:

　"Heavenly Holy Envoy received, little hamster, why did you take so long to contact us?"

　"We've encountered some minor obstacles, but it's stabilized now."

　In Radio City, Alianwen was holding the communicator and keenly noticed the hint of worry in Eva Dani's tone.

　She smiled calmly and said:

　"The mission briefing and the 3D scan of the tunnel have been sent over. Please receive them."

　"learn."

　Eva Dani quickly picked up the alloy plate and placed her hand on it, feeling the information enter her mind.

　After a while, she opened her eyes and muttered dissatisfiedly:

　"How could there be civil unrest on a native ship like this?"

　"Respect civilization, Eva Dani."