I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 271 I Always Have the Illusion that My Future Is a Dead Fat House

The purpose of the Oathbreaker was not the so-called Lionheart or Bering from the very beginning.

He only wanted one person from beginning to end, and only planned to have one person.

From beginning to end, all his plans exist for that purpose.

That is to "take the body of the ferryman" and "become her".

Looking at Bering, the oath-breaker stepped on the sea and kicked the waves with his toes: "It's hard to understand? Since it is something that time uses to deal with you, then she must have a means of dealing with 'time'—because you Bering is the only time authority occupant in this world."

"Apart from the 'time' which is the law itself, you are the only 'prophet' in this world. Therefore, if you really want to get rid of you, then time will definitely leave enough backup means on the ferryman to deal with various situations .This is a very simple theory, and I think you can probably understand it."

The oath-breaker spread his hands: "So my goal from beginning to end is very simple. If you really want to deal with time, then at least you need to know what time is in essence."

This point is very clear.

To a certain extent, the ferryman is really a key means for Bering to understand the incident.

It's just that he thought a little softer than the oath-breaker, intending to detect the special features of the ferryman through observation and experimentation, while the oath-breaker...

He intends to directly occupy the magpie's nest and become the new "ferryman" himself.

"But have you ever thought that you are likely to fail."

Bering looked at the oath-breaker: "Let's not talk about whether the ferryman's body is empty now. After all, no one said that after the soul is sealed, the body becomes a body without an owner. It's just how you should occupy her body." , is a big problem.”

"Now it's very difficult for us to enter the time gap. Starscream was able to sneak in before because she relied on the beacon I left her. But now? Can you find any guiding tools there? Want to go deep into that place , you have to enter from Tartarus. And even if you go there, can you be sure that you can definitely wear the ferryman's skin?"

Faced with Bering's question, the oath-breaker smiled.

He took out a lighter from his pocket, then glanced at Bering: "Do you mind smoking?"

Bering glanced at the lighter in his hand: "Please go ahead."

He just doesn't like smoking, but it won't completely hinder other people's hobbies.Moreover, this is the space of consciousness, the manifestation of Bering's spirit. Strictly speaking, the cigarettes smoked by the oath-breakers are not serious.

This action is probably just a habit of oath-breakers.

Lit the non-existent cigarette butt, and the oath-breaker held the cigarette in his mouth, amazed: "Sure enough, the feeling of cigarettes can indeed be simulated in the spiritual world-this is probably the second-hand smoke you usually smoke, passing through the consciousness space. After processing, it became the thing in my hand."

"Compared to the real world, the spiritual world is much more malleable," said the oath-breaker, holding a cigarette butt between his fingers. "Sometimes, just one thought of yours may be enough to set off huge waves in the spiritual world. Of course, this is true for us. Not applicable. Strictly speaking, our space of consciousness here is not formal, as you can probably guess."

Hearing this, Bering lightly pursed his lips.

He said softly, "Is it because of... the massive intensity of consciousness?"

He had felt a long time ago that his consciousness was too strong.

If the strength of consciousness can be quantified into a numerical value, and the strength of consciousness of ordinary people is about 10, then Bering himself's strength of consciousness is estimated to have exceeded ten million.

It may even be hidden under the surface of the sea that Bering didn't notice, there is even greater...spiritual energy.

When normal people drive things like the nameless fog, they can only manipulate it as fog at most, but Bering can use it as ropes, whips, and other messy things, just like pure thought power .

Obviously, this intensity of consciousness is quite abnormal.

The oath breaker snapped his fingers: "That's right."

He shook off the non-existent ash of the cigarette: "Our intensity of consciousness is quite scary, and the reason is very simple - if the intensity of a person's consciousness is linked to the essence of this person, then when the essence of this person is enough , His intensity of consciousness will also rise with the tide.”

"And our essence, that is, 'Bering', guess how many copies there are in this world?"

The oath breaker said with a smile: "So this kind of heterogeneous consciousness intensity is also very easy to understand. Thanks to the continuous absorption of the existence of 'Bering' over time, the consciousness body wearing the skin of 'Bering' has already disappeared. It is so huge that it is difficult to calculate. And this constitutes the ocean of consciousness. To a certain extent, it also constitutes our ability."

"Crossing the sea level is actually diving into the 'center' of time itself through this ocean, and then borrowing the power of time."

The expression of the oath-breaker gradually became disgusted: "So, you can probably understand what a disgusting force we are."

nausea……

Bering couldn't help laughing bitterly.

In some respects, his ability is indeed a bit disgusting.

According to the oath-breaker, every time he wants to use the time ability, he needs to dive below the surface of the sea.And this piece of sea is all the spiritual power of Bering himself.

In other words, he actually swims in an ocean full of "self", and then dives into the core of time on this ship named "Bering" to observe the future.

Looking at it this way, Bering even felt that the surrounding sea water was like his corpse, floating on the surface of the sea.

And the surface of the sea that he is stepping on now is very likely to be the countless... chests that he has stacked up.

"Of course, it doesn't matter what kind of thing it is."

While Bering was meditating, the oath-breaker said, "Even if the whole world is made of shit, it has nothing to do with who I am now."

"I just want to tell you that what I just told you can be used," he snapped his fingers, "Since this space of consciousness can connect time, maybe we can use it to replace the ferryman .”

"Think about the meaning of the ferryman's name."

The oath-bearer shook his head: "The ferry is a boat, a boatman who takes people on the sea to the other side of the sea. And how does she cross this ocean, and what does she have to do to achieve it?"

"These questions can only be answered by the sea itself."

The oath-breaker said: "So my method is very simple - I want to bring the body of the ferryman to the deepest part of this ocean. If she is really related to time, then at the lowest point of this sea, perhaps You can find a way to deal with time.”

"Occupying her body is just a prelude to realizing this method," the oath-breaker said softly, "If I don't have her body, then no matter how I enter this space, it will be my own soul. But if I can use Her body... perhaps, I can dive into the bottom of the sea as her."

"This may be the only way we can solve time," the oath-breaker looked at Bering, "so you will help me, right?"

This is a somewhat endless plan.

How should I put it, it was so funny that even Bering was a little surprised.

But when he looked at the oath-breaker's face, he found that his expression was extremely firm.

It was obvious that the guy in front of him believed in his deduction very much, and was willing to give everything for this deduction.

This is really...

Bering couldn't help but sighed.

"Unfortunately," he said, "I won't help you."

This answer was somewhat beyond the expectations of the oath breaker.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes, looking at Bering in the distance.

After a long time, he finally said, "Could it be that you fell in love with that woman?"

Bering shook his head when he heard the words: "How is it possible, let alone the time we have known each other for not more than one meal, would you like a madman who just chopped off your head?"

"The reason why I don't agree is purely because your plan is too fake."

Pulling his scarf, Bering said calmly: "This is a one-time chance, and you decided all your follow-up policies and indicators just by using the ferryman's name literally. How do you convince me? If there is a problem with your guess, then I will bear the final result."

"So it's impossible for me to agree to your actions just because of your illusory language comprehension ability," Bering spread his hands. "What's more, I don't think your purpose is really as grand as you said."

"If that's the case, why did you kill the first two 'prophets'? If I'm not wrong, the first two prophets should also be 'me', right?"

Yes.

This is the root cause of Bering's distrust of oath-breakers.

He still remembers the "full martial arts" of the oath breaker.

As Nostradamus, he personally killed two "prophets" one after another.

In the past, Bering might have thought that the two "prophets" were clowns trying to gain fame, but after passing through Wu Dayou and the oath breaker, he gradually changed his mind.

Perhaps those two "prophets" were really prophets.

After all, the oath-breaker quickly dispatched the Omniscience Society to hinder him after he got his information. Such a fast efficiency is obviously because he is very resistant to the "prophet".

And the two "prophets" that he could personally deal with...

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to be a guy who is actually difficult to live up to under the prestigious name.

Therefore, the premise of Bering's speculation about the purpose of the oath-breaker is that he killed the other "prophets".

And the other side.

The oath breaker was silent for a while.

Soon, he laughed out loud.

"I never dreamed that the reason you opposed me was because I killed two 'prophets'."

He said boredly: "I have ten thousand explanations for you. For example, they are all fake, they are not prophets, or this is actually far-fetched. The real me just killed the lie." Prophet's waste."

"But then I thought about it and realized that none of this was necessary."

The oath-breaker nodded his eyes: "Now I don't have the ability to predict the future, and you, as long as you want, can check out my past at will. So, I don't bother to be devious with you."

"Yes, I killed two 'prophets'. And not just two..."

He looked directly at Bering, and said word by word: "I killed all the 'Berings' who were thrown into the turbulent flow of time. Since I killed fifty, I have never counted them again." .”

"But the purpose of all this is for you," he walked slowly towards Bering, "if it weren't for the deaths of those Berings, your 'mistake' would not have occurred, because time cannot make two people at the same moment A 'Bering' with the power of time. So, everything is for the birth of your 'mistake' now."

"Let's talk openly and honestly, at least we are the same in the most critical purpose, even if the way to achieve it is slightly different."

The oath-breaker stood in front of Bering, and the two looked at each other.

He grabbed Bering's shoulder and exerted a little force: "We form an alliance and deal with time together."

Looking at his pair of eyes that were barely noticeable to him.

Bering smiled lightly.

Then the next second.

He knocked off the oath-breaker's hand.

"I said, I refuse."

Bering raised his hand and clenched his fingers into a fist: "There is nothing in you that I can trust, and more importantly..."

"You are a heterogeneous, distorted monster. Your thoughts, spirit, and emotions are all messed up. It's like poison mixed with sugar. No matter how well it is wrapped, it is actually poisonous in essence."

"Especially after being reminded by another monster, I am already convinced of this. Or, because it is 'me', I can be more convinced of this."

The ring shone slightly, and Bering's voice was half sighed, half determined: "It is precisely because I know my own character that I can be sure that I will never agree to the negotiation with you. The reason is..."

"I hate this disgusting power more than anyone else," Bering said with a white light flashing in front of him, "this shackle imposed on me and making me have to run around for it, just three months is enough to disgust me to the extreme. And What about you? Decades, centuries of failure... how can you still have a similar passion?"

No one knows yourself better than yourself.

If Bering were given a choice, it would be absolutely impossible for him to make a similar decision again.

In the final analysis, this power is not a gift to him, but a curse and a shackle.

And the oath breaker, this person who once broke his oath and broke free from the shackles, how could he put the shackles on himself again?

A prisoner who escapes will never enter the cell again unless he wants something bigger than anyone can imagine.

That was Bering's only thought.

Watching the firm Bering.

The oath-breaker seemed to have seen something that was difficult to look at directly, and couldn't help pressing his face with his hands.

After a long time, he whispered: "Okay, okay."

His voice was very hoarse: "It seems that the negotiation has broken down..."

"Since this is the case, if I knew it earlier, I would have simply killed you from the beginning, just like those other 'Berings'..."

"Fortunately, it's not too late yet."

The oath-breaker raised his head and looked at Bering.

Bering felt that what he was looking at was not a person, but a burning... flame.

He watched the oath breaker nodding his forehead, and said to himself word by word: "I will return to reality soon, and I will probably forget all about it by then. But don't worry—I've never been annoyed at you." It has never been extinguished, even if I forget everything, I will follow the plan without hesitation and torture you to death."

"Only in this way can I soothe the eternal burning fire of revenge in my heart. Only in this way can I get a moment of peace."

The oath-breaker's figure slowly receded, like burnt soot, curling up the dark and gloomy sea little by little.

In the end, his voice was distorted with viciousness: "You just wait and see, I will definitely make you and 'myself' look good."

"Like you said, 'time' is the thing I hate the most. And now, I hate 'Bering' even more."

After saying this, his figure completely disappeared.

Only Bering was left standing in the space of consciousness, staring at the shadow in front of him, silent.

After half a day.

Bering sighed.

He tightened his clothes and felt a chill down his back, even though he could no longer feel the cold.

Although he had predicted in advance that the oath-breaker's feelings towards him would be mixed with extreme hatred, but how should I put it, seeing his last expression made Bering feel complicated.

"There is always a sense of despair when I see myself in the future as a dead fat house..."

(End of this chapter)