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

　"Odin Sharma is gathering his troops on the deck," Carly's voice rang out. "Hmm, quite clever. He's guessed that if the Unified Order becomes an ally of the Free Alliance, they'll surely fight to the death in the absence of energy."

　As expected...Odin Sharma, he seems to be able to foresee everything.

　"On the surface deck, the One-Eyed Crow has an absolute advantage," Perlis said softly. "As long as that main gun can fire, even the Unified Association will be unable to break through."

　"I thought of that, too. That's why I've found a narrow passage between the decks leading to the main guns," Carly chuckled. "Give these coordinates to the Free Alliance, and they'll be able to destroy the main guns before the battle begins."

　"it is good."

　Perlis remembered the information that popped up in her mind, then raised her hand and waved it gently.

　The night of Haidu fades before my eyes, and what comes into view is a quiet sea of ​​flowers under the night sky.

　Alianwen was standing opposite Perlis. She was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised her fist to her forehead:

　"Miss Pearlis."

　Perlis nodded slightly, and then told Arianwen about Carly's plan.

　The latter reached out and plucked a flower from the sea of ​​flowers, imprinting the pheromone into his mind before softly exhaling:

　"That's amazing... We originally planned to use the shuttle to attack the main gun, but now that there's a passage, the battle will become many times easier..."

　"What's the current situation over there?" asked Perlis.

　"Rajah is negotiating with the Unification Association," Alianwen reported truthfully. "He hopes to get the Unification Association to ally with him and go to the upper deck together."

　Hearing this, Perlis nodded slightly and said:

　"I hope he can show enough courage this time."

　"Courage?"

　"Those who believe in prophecies will be caught in their own vortex," Perlis said softly. "Young Moksada has already made a mistake once. This time, he must overcome his inner demons."

Chapter 726 Prophet (Part 2) -3k-

　When Arianwen opened her eyes, she was in a golden hall.

　This is the High-level Judge of the Unification Association's transporter, carrying the entire Unification Association's current military strength.

　At this time, Arianwen was standing on one side of the hall, and next to her stood Ikason and the people of the Guards - representing the forces of the Shepherd Star Fleet.

　Not far away, at the long table, Raja was sitting on the head chair, waiting quietly.

　Nynaeve sat beside him, close to her cardinal father.

　"You're distracted," Ikason whispered. "Is it Miss Perlis?"

　"Well, she pulled me into the sea of ​​flowers." Arianwen said softly.

　"I also want to go there and take a look, but unfortunately my talent in this area is not as good as yours." Ikason put his hands behind his head.

　"Maybe Miss Perlis just doesn't want to look for you and would rather contact me directly." Arianwen chuckled.

　"Come on, my captain lady." Ikason laughed angrily.

　"Speaking of which, that Ash Hunter..." Arianwen asked, "Is he really dead?"

　"I saw with my own eyes the Warrior King push him down, and he was swallowed by the sea of ​​lightning," Ikason whispered, "But... who knows? Even when my blade pierced his heart, he still didn't stop breathing. That guy is truly a god-favored one."

　"But if you fall into such a pure energy flow, you will be directly disintegrated into ashes, right?" Arianwen asked.

　"The core temperature of a fusion ball lightning is roughly equivalent to that of a red giant star, about 100 million degrees," Ikason whispered. "I don't think any carbon-based creature can maintain its form at that temperature. Even if it could regenerate its body infinitely, it would have to start from the ashes and grow again."

　"That guy is the biggest trouble on this starship," Arianwen said, "I hope he won't come back."

　"I hope so too." Ikason nodded.

　"It's rare to see you afraid of your enemies." Aryanwen chuckled.

　"How can this be called fear? An enemy that is too powerful should be avoided." Ikason was not embarrassed at all.

　While the two were talking, footsteps were heard not far away.

　Arianwen looked around and saw a row of holy knights escorting the Gray-brained bishop into the hall.

　The bishop was wearing a gorgeous white robe with long sleeves embroidered with various alien patterns, making him look like a peacock with its feathers painted with exotic totems.

　He slowly floated above the table, looked down at Raja, and a faint blue light flashed in his eyes.

　"Young Moksada," the bishop said in a kind, refined voice, "I hear that you wish to reach an agreement with us."

　"Yes."

　Raja stood up and bowed slightly to the bishop.

　"I hope we can become an alliance. Now, Odin Sharma is trying to destroy our civilization. If we want civilization to continue, we should overcome this difficulty together."

　The bishop looked at the young Moksada for a long time, then spoke softly:

　"Young Moksada, even before the Great Drift War, I heard many stories about you. You led your soldiers in guerrilla warfare between the narrow slits of the deck, winning every battle. You used your remarkable foresight to evade the searches of those Tukki crows, yet you always managed to enter the battlefield at the precise moment to destroy the enemy's offensive in one fell swoop."

　"You are a young leader, yet you have done better than those generals who are only honored in name only. The people of the Engine District admire and love you, not because you have given yourself the name of Moksada. On the contrary, this name was given to you by them."

　Having said this, the bishop lowered his head slightly and moved a little closer to Raja.

　"But your legend ended after the Great Drift War. You no longer see the future, and that invincible leader seems to no longer exist."

　"Did a defeat rob you of your gift? Or did you obscure your vision for some specific reason?"

　The bishop's questioning made Raja lower his head slightly.

　He subconsciously covered his forehead - it was hot, as if something was about to burst out.

　Faintly, he saw the sea of ​​blood and corpses again, and saw Nani's body lying on the top of the mountain, her eyes lifeless.

　Obstructing vision...

　He was afraid of seeing that scene again, he was afraid that scene would come true.

　""

　Raja raised his head, looked directly at the bishop, and said softly:

　"My vision can be used in two ways: actively or passively."

　"If I want to proactively foresee the future, I need to expend a large amount of mental energy to connect with the distant Eye of Urke Shakara to obtain information at a specific point in time."

　"Passive vision, on the other hand, means that the prophecy inadvertently entered my mind and became known to me passively."

　"After the Great Drift War, I blocked my active vision, that's all."

　"Oh? I thought the Salt People who could freely foresee the future no longer existed after your god's death." The bishop was slightly surprised. "You have always claimed that you can only see the future a few seconds ahead."

　"That was just a cover," Raja said. "Although I don't have the power of the salt people's ancestors, if I long to see different possibilities and branches, I can do so by expending my mental energy."

　"But your God is dead," said the bishop.

　"If I can actively foresee the future, it means that He is not dead." Raja said calmly.

　"So, you've always been able to foresee it?"

　"Yes."

　"But you took the initiative to block your vision?"

　"Yes."

　"Why do you do such a thing?" the bishop asked kindly.

　Raja's gaze subconsciously turned to Nani, and he met the girl's sincere eyes: sincerity mixed with worry and a hint of resentment.

　She resented him and his concealment.

　He avoided her gaze and looked directly at the Bishop:

　"It doesn't matter. That reason is gone. As long as we form an alliance, I will reopen my vision."

　""

　The bishop examined the young Moksada, who stared for a long time into the Raja's eyes—not his own, but the eyes painted in oil on his forehead.

　After a long moment, he chuckled kindly and turned to look at the cardinal:

　"Your daughter has found an excellent man. He is young, but he is good enough."

　"Men...men, well, it's not like that..." Nani looked away.

　"I promise you, young Mok'sada," the bishop nodded. "I will go with you to Gravity Control to recalibrate the ship's gravity generating system. During this process, I hope to see you use your vision to guide us. A Mok'sada who no longer has vision cannot be called a leader."

　"I will." Raja clenched his fists.

　"Then, prepare your army," the bishop said, floating higher and higher. "The real war is about to begin. I hope your prophecy will lead us to a bright future."

　Through the starship bridge - Haidu.

　Under the huge canopy, Odin Sharma looked up at the dark sky.

　Perlis stood behind him, like a ghost following him everywhere.

　Odin Sharma began to dislike his original decision. He thought he could completely turn Pure White Flame into his own guard and keep her out of the trouble until he quelled the riot.

　But she just stood there and manipulated the situation to forcibly turn Odin's big advantage back to a evenly matched situation.

　In the end, he had Death standing behind him and was forced to share every piece of information with her.

　""

　Odin Sharma turned around, looked at Perlis, and pointed to his forehead.

　"I foresaw your possible attempt—you were trying to use the power of creation to replicate my foresight. You wanted to gain my vision so that you could escape my control."

　"You think you are very smart." Perlis's face was calm.

　"Don't try," Odin Sharma shook his head. "My active vision has been blocked... Through the technology of my Starscorn friends, I've made sufficient preparations to make the cost of killing me completely unbearable for you."

　Hearing this, Perlis chuckled:

　“Anyone who needs to emphasize to their opponent that they are well prepared is afraid that they are not well prepared.”

　"You can try," Odin pressed the bulge on his chest—it was a bomb. "I can totally handle failure, Pure White Fireworks. My death is just a process of returning to the torrent of history. But what about you? Can you handle losing the coordinates to Undai? Raja can't foresee that world for you..."

　Perlis didn't say anything, she just stared at Odin quietly, the bloodshot in her eyes made him tremble.

　He suppressed his fear, turned his head, and looked at the endless surface deck:

　"Next, they'll storm the surface decks and attempt a final stand against the Tukies, just like they did during the Great Drift War."

　"But if they try to do that, they'll have to face the old Harpoon—I've been taking good care of the main gun, as I'm sure you've seen."

　"This is an open conspiracy. Even the Holy Knights can't withstand the bombardment of the main guns. I hope the lunatics in the Unification Association don't completely lose their minds. If they cooperate with those ants, they will go to see their own gods."

　At this time, an adjutant ran to Odin's side and whispered something in his ear.

　A faint smile immediately appeared on his face. He turned his head and glanced at Perlis:

　"Let him in. As expected, he always works miracles..."

　"Sizzle..."

　As the door gradually opened, Perlis turned around and saw a blurry blue light standing at the door.

　It was a human-shaped phantom.

　Dark blue arcs of electricity swirled around the phantom, constantly shaping its form.

　The corners of Odin Sharma's mouth rose slightly, and he clapped his hands, like a king applauding his fool:

　"Welcome, Ash Hunter."

　"Once again, you've returned from hell."

　"Boom!"

　The blue phantom flashed suddenly and instantly appeared in front of Odin Sharma.

　His form continued to overlap, and finally turned into a vague human figure, half-kneeling on the ground.

　The Ash Hunter raised his head, looked at his master, and murmured vaguely:

　"...Master...I...am baptized again...through the wilderness..."

　"Even after returning from this hell, you have been favored by God again," Odin said softly, "Let me see...your future..."

　He stretched out his hand, unafraid of the dancing arc of electricity, and placed his hand on the Ash Hunter's head.

　"!"