I play prophet in Salvation Organization

hiss……

Song Qingci felt a dizzy pain in his head.

where is thisWhat happened to me before?
She tried hard to find some spiritual light in her muddy brain, but perhaps because it was so chaotic, it took her a while to pull back her wild thoughts.

But this is enough for her to wake up from the chaotic state of mind.

Pressing his head, Song Qingci struggled to open his eyes.

Through the curtain of eyelashes, she could vaguely see that there seemed to be a person above her head.

who is it……?
Blinking his eyes, Song Qingci tried to make his vision clearer.

After blinking a dozen times, she finally managed to see who was above her head.

It was a face that was as indifferent as Lin He's, but the difference was that Lin He's face could only be called cold, but this face almost made people feel... dull.

Who is this person?

It took several seconds for Song Qingci's confused brain to react: "Are you... sister Han Qianqiu?"

Han Qianqiu, who was asked by her, glanced at her.

Then nodded slightly.

Other than that, there is nothing superfluous.

This made Song Qingci somewhat embarrassed.

However, she already understood Han Qianqiu's character, so she didn't feel offended.

She just shook her head, felt the softness under the back of her head, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder I saw Han Qianqiu's head first when I woke up..."

It turns out that I am being pillowed by her lap?
Holding his breath, Song Qingci forced himself up from Han Qianqiu's lap.

Han Qianqiu next to her just looked at her quietly, without any intention of helping her or leaving.

Shaking his head, Song Qingci said drowsily: "Where are we? I remember that I seemed to see a strange statue before, and after that I suddenly lost consciousness..."

At the end of her memory, she could only remember that she should have seen an inexplicable statue on the way to investigate the situation with that "Lin Bi".

After that, her memory was almost a mess, without any accurate and clear records at all.

She had almost no memory of what she did or said after seeing the statue.And where that Lin Bi went, she didn't even know.

Like everything that happened after that, Song Qingci was almost completely in a state of deep sleep, unresponsive.

So when she wakes up now, she will feel so confused.

On the opposite side of her, Han Qianqiu raised his hand.

As if in response to her question, Han Qianqiu pointed to a place in the distance.

Looking in the direction of the girl's finger, Song Qingci's somewhat hazy gaze also focused not far away.

Seeing this, her pupils shrank slightly in an instant!
"A prophet and... a monster?!"

Song Qingci muttered to himself in disbelief.

At this moment, in her field of vision, she could clearly see the black windbreaker strolling in the hall next to him, and the red scarf fluttered up and down with his footsteps.

On the opposite side of him was a Song Qingci who could hardly describe it in words...a pure monster!

It looks like a huge protruding sarcoma, surrounded by clusters of knotted muscles, and only a small human head can be seen in the core area.In addition, any of its characteristics run counter to the word "human", and its appearance is even more terrifying than the "star spider" Song Qingci once saw!
Originally, Song Qingci believed that "starscream" was already the lower limit of human aesthetics, but she never thought that one day she would be able to see the existence of monsters beyond "starscream"...

She didn't know whether it was better to feel lucky or unlucky.

Subconsciously grabbing Han Qianqiu's clothes next to him, Song Qingci whispered, "That is... what?!"

Like her, Han Qianqiu turned to look at the roaring sarcoma monster.

In silence, she said softly, "That's... me."

Song Qingci: "???"

She glanced blankly at Han Qianqiu next to her, but found that this girl who had always been expressionless seemed to be quietly expressing a feeling of "sadness" since she didn't know when.

It's like a little bit of ink has been dotted on the original white wall, and the faint ink stains are gradually blurred on the white wall, and the spread becomes larger.

Right now, Han Qianqiu probably gave Song Qingci this feeling.

Although she still didn't know what she meant by this sentence, Song Qingci still felt that a certain part of her heart seemed to be slightly touched.

The sadness on Han Qianqiu's body seemed to be able to be transmitted. Although this faint emotion would not be noticed on weekdays, in this gray and white world, Song Qingci rarely resonated with the other party.

It's like...contagious loneliness and sadness.

As if feeling empathy, Song Qingci subconsciously opened his arms and gently hugged Han Qianqiu.

Han Qianqiu: "?"

If Song Qingci was confused before, then Han Qianqiu is a little confused now.

She raised her face, her expressionless face revealed a vaguely "doubtful" emotion.

This expression made Song Qingci feel slightly embarrassed.

She subconsciously let go of her hand and coughed: "Cough... I just think that you might need some comfort?"

Song Qingci said dryly: "Sometimes I have similar emotions to you, after all, I was brought up by other people, my parents...so seeing you like this just now reminds me of When I was a child, I was a little stubborn and a little pessimistic..."

After explaining a lot, Song Qingci herself felt that these thoughts were a bit far-fetched, so she gave up: "Forget it, just pretend it never happened."

She really has no way to express her emotions to Han Qianqiu accurately, just like she can't really understand Han Qianqiu's feelings now, it is very difficult for people to understand.

She just felt that if she showed such an expression... Maybe someone would come and hold her hand and pull her up from the ground.

Although it sounds strange, this is indeed Song Qingci's own idea.

Just like her personality, a kind of compassion and compassion that can be called a "sage".

Looking at Song Qingci, Han Qianqiu still didn't say anything.

But obviously, her eyes softened a little.

If you want to compare, it is probably that the polar glaciers are gradually receding at a slow but firm speed.Although the time when the ice will completely melt is still unknown, at least there are signs that the clouds will see the sun and spring will return to the earth.

She stared at Song Qingci, and after a while, she slowly said: "He is weakening her now."

"What he needs is not a dead her, but a half-dead one," Han Qianqiu said, "because it is very necessary for me."

This was the first time Song Qingci heard Han Qianqiu's voice.

Turning his head, Song Qingci's eyes were filled with joy.

But soon, she turned her attention to what Han Qianqiu said: "You mean... what the prophet wants is not to kill Ms. Pale, but to weaken her strength and let you use it?"

Han Qianqiu nodded slightly.

This affirmative answer made Song Qingci think subconsciously: "Instead of killing Ms. Pale but weakening her, can a prophet do such a thing?"You must know that it is a disaster level. If it were me, I'm afraid I can't guarantee that I can survive.But why would the prophet do this?Is it because Han Qianqiu said that that pale lady has something to do with her identity? '

I always feel that Han Qianqiu's life experience is much more mysterious than I imagined.

Thinking of this, Song Qingci looked Han Qianqiu up and down.

She doesn't have the ability of Bering, nor the wisdom of Xun Mo Qiguang. At most, she can only feel that the girl in front of her seems to be the key to this mission.

Thinking of this, she sighed: "Oh..."

Rubbing his hair, Song Qingci simply sat on the ground like this: "So, how is the situation now?"

Pointing to the high-intensity battles that broke out in the distance, Song Qingci turned his head and asked Han Qianqiu: "Can you understand?"

Han Qianqiu looked in the direction Song Qingci pointed.

Right now, a thick gray mist enveloped the hall.The diffusion and flow of this gray mist can be glimpsed everywhere, like a mighty and endless river, pouring into every inch of land in this middle world, taking root and growing in the realm of others.

Even because of the high-speed flow, the fog caused a howling wind.Even if they don't need to stand in the center of the battlefield, just standing on the edge, the two of them can feel the knife-like wind cutting their skin, making people's faces ache.

Compared to the time at Yanxia Mountain, the Prophet seemed to be... stronger!

Song Qingci thought so in his heart.

And over there, Han Qianqiu's voice also proved this at the right time: "She was suppressed."

"Beat her, it will be fine soon," Han Qianqiu said softly, "It's very easy."

This also means that they just need to sit here and watch from now on, right?
Shrugging, Song Qingci didn't say anything.

She just looked at Han Qianqiu's hair that was messed up by Bering, thought for a while, and pulled Han Qianqiu's clothes.

Han Qianqiu: "?"

She threw her head back and looked at Song Qingci indifferently.

But at this time, Song Qingci had roughly figured out Han Qianqiu's character.

So she just smiled, gently pulled Han Qianqiu's hair and braided her.

Her movements were light, clumsy, but surprisingly comfortable.

The two of them just sat like this, looking at the distant battlefield from time to time.

In the rising mist, they actually felt as leisurely as the outside world.
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"What are you laughing at?!" the tumor-like head roared, "Are you laughing at me?! Are you mocking me?!"

Facing the pale lady who was completely crazy, Bering shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I just think the weather is good today."

He didn't turn his head, so he didn't see the movements of the two people behind him.

But he has already seen everything, so he will show a faint smile.

However, the pale lady misread all this.

Rather, now she has become a powder keg, ready to explode.

The sarcoma on her body began to stir up again: "You must be laughing, you haven't stopped!"

"Are you people with prophetic abilities like this, thinking that you have calculated everything and everything is within your expectations?" Madam Pale's voice gradually became sharper, "No, you don't understand anything, you don't understand anything! "

She is probably indeed crazy now.

Hundreds of years of repressed time, plus meeting another "prophet", hope was shattered, and the prophecy that used to be a pillar and relied on now seems to have lost its original effectiveness. In the end, it was the existence of Han Qianqiu that broke her. Originally believed to be true hope.

When all these things are superimposed, the negative emotions that have been piled up from hundreds of years ago finally exploded at this moment.

In the past, these emotions could still be covered up by "prophecy", coupled with trust in someone, Ms. Pale could still suppress herself.

But when everything is shattered like a dream bubble, this emotional backflow will become... a real scourge!
Amidst the shrill voice of the pale lady, the air next to Bering suddenly exploded with majestic oppression!

It was as if some unknowable force was filling the empty gap, and the airflow that had been self-sufficient suddenly exploded, forming a vortex, and then contracted rapidly, and even brought out a violent high temperature between expansion and contraction !
This is the Pale Lady's ability, "Ambivalence".

Its essence may be by converting the two properties of the object at different times, just like expanding and contracting.

It seems that Han Qianqiu also used her own ability to separate from her body, but for some reason, Ms. Pale thinks it was stolen.

Probably because... she was tricked by someone, or maybe her memory is wrong?
Bering thought of what Lady Pale said in the second superimposed premonition.

"Small humans cannot comprehend their greatness."

Before, Bering thought it was because Lady Pale was implying that she was a god.

But now it seems that the result is not the case.

If she is really a god, it is absolutely impossible to look like this.

The current life form of the pale lady is not so much a "god" as a "beast".And it's still that kind of synthetic "beast".

or to be more precise...

"Frankenstein"?
The "artificial man" created by people, the monster stitched in terror...

The Pale Lady feels like a "Frankenstein" description.

So, this is her origin?
Thinking of this, Bering lightly snapped his fingers.

The mist gathered from all directions in an instant, directly filling up the original burning space, making the Pale Lady's ability quiet down in a very short time.

"It's useless," Bering looked at her and said lightly, "your 'contradiction' is meaningless to me. Once the nature of contradiction is known, then its biggest characteristic—randomness and uncertainty It also disappeared."

"Be obedient and grab it, I can give you the punishment you deserve according to the situation."

talking.

Bering lightly stepped on the floor at his feet.

In the next second, the torrent of mist that was still rushing and roaring was frozen in the air.

Then, it's just a blink of an eye.

These gray-white mist began to surge again, and dispersed at a more violent speed than before!

During the period of time after Yanxia Mountain, Bering had already enslaved the "nameless mist" into an extension of his body!