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

　"I heard you got under five seconds today, that's great."

　The girl nodded slightly, without saying anything, staring silently at the blur in front of her.

　The old man tilted his neck slightly, leaned back in his chair, and murmured:

　"Young people are incredibly strong physically... When you're my age and sick, you'll only remember how strong and full of potential you were today... I don't think I'll be around much longer. Ten? Twenty? It's awful to lose control of the future..."

　"I wish you a speedy recovery." The girl said softly.

　"However, since you are still young, I believe your potential can be further exploited." The old man turned to look at the girl. "How about three seconds? If you use that silver butterfly knife, I believe you can do it."

　When the girl mentioned the silver butterfly knife, her eyes flickered slightly:

　"I can't use that knife."

　"That silver butterfly knife belongs to you," the old man said seriously, "It is a great relic and a part of your original power. Anything that belongs to you should be held tightly in your hands."

　"Do not."

　The girl lowered her head and avoided the old man's gaze.

　"That's his legacy."

　""

　The old man looked at the girl quietly, his silver eyes as calm as a lake after the rain. The aftermath of the storm was still rippling on the lake surface.

　He was silent for a long time, then stood up with his cane and patted the girl's shoulder:

　"It's not easy to move on from a painful past, but if you want to stay away from pain, you should do your best to control what's happening in front of you."

　"You should not only fight reality, you should tame it, like a wild beast."

　"Only in this way can we truly possess the power to fight against the gravitational pull of fate."

　"If I were you, I would find a way to get it down to three seconds."

　He limped away on crutches, the drainage bag dangling from his waist.

　The girl raised her head and watched the old man being supported by two elite guards and walking towards the dim light at the end of the corridor.

　She clenched her fists slightly, then unclenched them.

　"Little white flower."

　Someone gently touched Perlis's face, and she murmured softly:

　"uh-huh..."

　"Little White Flower, wake up."

　In a daze, Perlis opened her long eyelashes, and what came into view was a pair of ice-blue eyes.

　"Carly..." Her voice was small.

　"Wake up, we are almost at the sea city."

　Perlis sat up, rubbed her eyes, and stretched like a newly awakened animal:

　"Hmm... so fast..."

　"You didn't sleep that long," Carly chuckled. "You're going to meet Odin Sharma again soon. You'd better prepare yourself mentally so you don't lose control and kill him."

　"No...bad Carly..."

　Pearlis put her arms around Carly's shoulders, kissed her neck gently, and then stood up.

　Looking out the porthole, the shuttle was passing through Passage 74. A huge fleet was passing through the passage, and the orange flames of secondary fusion were gushing out.

　"Odin Sharma's people are so eager to take over the core area..." Perlis murmured, "I hope he keeps his promise and gives me the coordinates of Undai."

　"That's why I said you need to be prepared," Carly pinched Perlis's cheek. "In my opinion, he won't honestly give you the coordinates. You're an excellent blade, so of course he'll want to use you more."

　"Then he is really courageous." said Perlis.

　"He's a desperado after all. It's too much trouble to reason with such a lunatic."

　Carly snapped her fingers, and the black bird controlled the shuttle to accelerate and gradually rise.

　The sea is just above.

　Perlis sat down in the passenger seat, rubbed her temples, and recalled the dream again.

　She has been dreaming about the old man and those fragments of memories recently.

　Time has dulled her hatred. Looking back from the present perspective, Perlis does not think that the old man is an unforgivable devil.

　He was complicated. Perlis could understand his ideal picture, but she could not identify with him.

　But the gravity of fate seemed to dissipate, and the ideal picture that the old woman had imagined came to her again after so many years, turning into all kinds of people and things in front of her.

　Tarek tribe.

　Inside the settlement, a grand banquet was going on. Fragrant artificial meat was cooked into delicious dishes and placed on the long table.

　At the end of the long table, the Warrior King was toasting with Ikason, as if he had found a soulmate, and kept asking him how he was able to be so fast.

　Women in iron skirts danced around the campfire, and poets sang and played strange instruments made from old tin cans, in a language the Raja could not understand.

　He just stared calmly at the candlelight on the table, his eyes a little dull.

　""

　Arianwen was right beside him, and she saw the momentary confusion that the prophet showed.

　She patted Raja's shoulder and said softly:

　"Are you OK?"

　"fine."

　Raja came back to his senses and smiled at Alianwen:

　"But I didn't expect that I could actually get their forgiveness. This is all thanks to you."

　"Retreating when victory is impossible is not unforgivable," Arianwen shook her head. "At that time, the people at the Gravity Control Center shut down the gravity system and created a low-gravity environment, didn't they?"

　"Yes."

　Raja clenched his fists and seemed to be struggling.

　He sighed softly and whispered:

　"but..."

　"But it hadn't reached the point where the dust had settled at that time."

　Arianwen turned around and saw a girl with fiery red hair walking towards her.

　She glanced down at Alianwen, her eyes swept across her pure white hair, and then her gaze fell on Raja's face:

　"You are Moksada, right?"

　"I am." Raja nodded.

　The girl looked at him for a moment and then sat down next to him.

　She pulled out a knife from her waist, placed it on the table, and said softly:

　"At that time, even if the gravity generator stopped working, the Alliance still had one last chance. The Tarek people's jetpacks were enough to pass through the last section of the endurance route. As long as they could slow down the main gun, the old harpoon, the coalition would have a window of opportunity."

　"Yet you insisted on ordering a retreat, stating that this war was doomed to fail..."

　"Isn't that ridiculous? Before the war, you were the one who told everyone: The prophecy showed you victory."

　Every word the girl said pierced Raja's heart, making him a little dazed.

　He turned his head, smiled weakly at the girl, and said:

　"Can I know your name?"

　"Sigrid," the girl whispered, "I have no family name. It died the moment my father died in battle."

　"I'm sorry." Raja closed his eyes and shook his head.

　"The Tarek people don't need an apology. I need answers." Sigrid's eyes grew fiercer. "Tell me, why do you insist on retreating when the prophecy clearly tells you of victory?"

　"that is because..."

　Raja turned his gaze and looked not far away.

　He saw Nani excitedly repairing the Warrior King's axe. She seemed to have figured out the principle behind the axe forged from the memory alloy, and the girl's face was filled with happiness.

　"I saw... a new prophecy..."

　Raja turned and looked at Sigrid.

　He no longer looked like the mysterious prophet. He looked like a teenager, a confused and hesitant teenager.

　"Old Harpoon does have a chance of falling, but the people I hold dear will die."

　"So I defied the prophecy, defied fate."

　Raja fell silent after he finished speaking.

　Sigrid looked at him for a long moment, her brows furrowed slightly.

　"Is that such a stupid reason? You saw one sacrifice and condoned the sacrifice of millions?"

　"I will not be a slave to the prophecy..." Raja whispered, "I will find a way to save her and everyone else."

　"I'm so disappointed. Perhaps I should kill you now," Sigrid shook her head slightly. "The way you defy the prophecy is laughable."

　She stood up, picked up the knife, put it back at her waist, and turned to leave.

　For the first time, Aryanwen saw powerlessness in Raja's eyes. For the first time, she saw something that truly belonged to a teenager in the eyes of this mature boy.

　"That victim...was Nynaeve?" Arianwyn whispered.

　"Yes."

　Raja looked into the distance again and saw Nynaeve waving the repaired double-edged axe, laughing loudly, and the warriors around her were cheering.

　"I saw it annihilated in a fusion beam, annihilated into ashes, and the flag of victory followed closely behind."

　"I was...weak at the time. Furthermore, Odin Sharma's White Hunters were making a massive airborne landing, and the morale of the coalition forces was extremely low, so I ordered a retreat..."

　Raja took a deep breath, and his hand holding the wine glass trembled continuously.

　He smiled at Alianwen again, his voice gentle:

　"To predict the future is a gift."

　"It's also a curse."

Chapter 716 Gravity (Part 2) -3k-

　After the banquet, led by the Warrior King, Arianwen and his group came to the huge tent in the center of the settlement.

　Although it is a barbaric tribe, the level of technology here is not backward: a holographic projection of a starship is suspended above the tent, and below it is a beast bone-shaped projector.

　Arianwen has always felt that holographic projections represent a high level of technology. She wondered if this was some kind of strange stereotype.

　"So, what do you need us to do?"

　The King of Warriors stood at the table, arms folded across his chest, looking up at the giant holographic projection.

　"We lost eighty percent of our men in the Great Drift War! Even though our children are able to fight in the battlefield now, they won't be as combat-ready as they were back then!"

　Raja shook his head and said:

　"With the help of the two Hafjards, combat effectiveness isn't a problem. On a frontal battlefield, even if the lower hulls regroup, we have no chance of defeating Odin Sharma."

　"So what do you need?" Red-haired Sigrid was sitting at the table, looking at Raja with distrust.

　"We need to bypass the meltdown tunnel."

　Nani stretched out her hand and the holographic projection descended rapidly, then continued to enlarge.

　A huge passage in front of Route 74 comes into view, marked in orange.

　"Odin Sharma controls this tunnel. If the Free Alliance forces attempt to pass through, they will be reduced to ash in an instant."

　"It's easy to get around. The gap in the deck is much wider than you think." The Warrior King waved his hand. "The question is, what happens after you get through it?"

　"We will directly attack Haidu," Raja raised his head and pointed directly above the deck. "The surface of the deck is now heavily guarded. If we want to end the war, the only way is to decapitate Odin Sharma."

　"Behead? You're a real gutsy guy!" the Warrior King laughed. "But don't forget, the transportation hub at the center of Route 74 is heavily fortified by those nobles! Even the strongest warriors of the Tarek Tribe wouldn't choose to plunder there!"