Oracle of Terra

The Prophet of Terra by Crimson Skull

Are you still troubled by ore disease?

Are you still anxious about the persecution of infected people?

Welcome to Sochi, the city of infected people in Ursas, the home of infected people, your paradise, the door of the world is open for you!

"I always feel that your promotional words are a scam?"

"How could it be, my lord duke, my dear Tallulah, this is all right."

"No, can't I?"

It's a story of making Terra better and then screwing it up.

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PS: There are a lot of typos, welcome to point out and let me correct.jpg

PS2: This book is a secondary creation of fan works based on the mobile game "Tomorrow's Ark", some of which are set as secondary settings.jpg

Preface. Messenger and Demon Race

8:20A.M. Weather/Sunny

Today is still a special task of delivering letters and dispatched by the emperor's boss. The location is in the wilderness of Kazdale. After this trip, I should be able to return to Longmen to rest for a day or two. ——Recorder Mostima

The blue-haired fallen angel turned off the recording equipment, stepped on the gas pedal while looking at the endless wilderness, and walked along the relatively flat wasteland.

The music in the car is the popular music that Boss Penguin likes, but most of it is the album of fellow idol lady, and there are some music she likes more.

Although the work of the courier will go to many countries and regions, it is very interesting in a broad sense, but most of the itineraries have to face wasteland or uninhabited areas, and it is very likely that they will chase for a period of time due to natural disasters City, generally speaking, the messenger of the Scourge is not so easy, but Mastema is having fun.

Because there will always be some interesting things and interesting people to meet along the way.

Just like now.

"Well...how can I do it?"

A 'Corpse', a white-haired Sarkaz, a young man who raised his hand on the scorching wasteland in a state of lying dead, and used the internationally accepted gesture of riding a car, wanting to rub the car.

It is very rare to find such people in the wilderness. Of course, most of them are mercenaries and bounty hunters, let alone this white-haired Sarkaz youth is a Sarkaz.

But Mostima didn't hesitate, she chose to stop the car and take a look at the young man's situation. Anyway, with her strength, even if she encounters tricky Sarkaz mercenaries and bounty hunters in the wild, she can't overturn the car. , not to mention that this young man's aura looks so weak.

So about 5 minutes later...

"It was a great help! Brother Messenger!"

The white-haired Sarkaz youth seemed to be reborn, with the drinking water stored in the car by Mostima in his hand. It seems that his weakness was not caused by Mostima's misjudgment. He was indeed dying in the wilderness .

Then he was accidentally discovered by Mostima and rescued.

Although he had some misunderstandings about Mostima, the latter thought it was very interesting, so he didn't expose it.

"Why did you end up in trouble in the wilderness?"

There are many reasons that can be thought of, being thrown from the mobile city, or getting involved in the struggle between mercenaries or bounty hunters, after all, he is a Sarkaz.

"Me? I don't know. When I woke up, I was on the wasteland."

His answer could almost be said to be extremely perfunctory, but Mostima didn't think he was lying. The fallen angel still had confidence in his own vision and judgment.

"Hmm... That's really bad luck. I'm going to deliver the letter next, or I'll take you to the nearest village and town."

"It was a great help! If there is anything I can help with, feel free to use me!"

The young man looked grateful, and Mostima also smiled and waved.

"It's okay, it's a good thing to help others. I'm Mostima. As you can see, I'm a messenger of natural disasters. How about you? Mr. Sarkaz."

"Me? My name is Telles, and my profession... is a prophet."

"Prophet?"

Mostima became interested. After all, most people who claim to be prophets are charlatans, and a prophet in Ronan in the Wasteland is obviously even more untrustworthy, but Mostima's knowledge of travels and travels also let him know that Saka There are also many strange bloodlines with special powers in this ancient race. For example, the Sarkaz youth with pure long hair and iridescent eyes clearly belongs to that category.

"Then why are you still in trouble in the wasteland?"

"That's because if I want to make a specific prediction, I can only predict things within two or three days. Even if I know the direction to leave the wasteland, I can't leave without supplies, so I predicted a little bit that someone will pass by the place recently. .”

"Oh, no wonder."

No wonder he was able to stop his own car by chance.

"So what if I'm not going to help you?"

"Hmm... I still think that messengers should be good people, right?"

"Your general cognition makes me feel complicated, but most of the messengers I know are indeed good people."

Thinking about those couriers who travel between countries, if they meet this young man on the road, they will probably give him a helping hand, even if he is a Sarkaz.

Thinking about it this way, there are still a lot of good people.

"If this is the case, then try to predict whether my letter will be delivered safely, or predict who the person I will send the letter to?"

As a special messenger who roams the surface and dark areas, Mostima occasionally accepts some letters sent to people on the road. This is the case for the letter to be delivered in Kazdel right now, and the recipient is a mercenary.

"Can I touch the letter?"

"can."

Mostima handed over the sealed letter in her arms. Because it was a special letter, only the delivery location was written. The handover of letters between Sarkaz mercenaries is likely to have stopped before the letter is delivered. Therefore, only the code word required for receiving the letter was written on the letter, and the specific appointment was not signed.

After touching the letter, Sarkaz with iridescent eyes fell silent for a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

"There are three people here to receive your letter, one named Hedley, one named Ines, and one named W."

"It's really specific. If you win, you are really a powerful prophet."

"Your letter will be delivered within three days. If it is not within three days, I will at most see you on the road with this letter."

"So that's the case, then I feel relieved, but is it possible for your prophecy to change?"

Mostima became more and more interested in this young man.

"It's easy to change. You can burn this letter now or send it in a few days."

"that's it?"

As a former Lateran citizen, who was born in a country rich in faith, Mostima still knows a lot about prophecies and holy books. Those bishops often say that prophecies and holy words will not change, but the prophet in front of him However, the young man easily stated that the prophecy can change the fact, which is quite to her liking.

"That's it, and according to the changed future, I will also learn about the possibility of another future, if you mean it."

"Forget it then. I'm going to go back to rest for two days after delivering this trip. Anyway, as long as I can confirm the recipient, I'll know if your prediction is accurate."

"Then please go ahead. In fact, I'm better at predicting good luck and avoiding bad luck. However, on the land of Kazdel, no matter how I try to predict, the results I get are mostly unlucky."

"I agree with that."

Over the years, the struggle between Kazdel's mercenaries has become more and more fierce. Even the messengers of natural disasters rarely run here. It is rumored that the civil war in Kazdel is about to break out or something.

So, after the two of them went from bragging about the international situation to discussing life tips, they finally arrived at the designated place to deliver the letter.

If there were no cannon fire and noisy roars around them, perhaps the two of them would be much more at ease.

"The fight was really fierce, are we okay?"

"Aren't you a prophet?"

Mostima parked the car in a relatively secluded place with the letter between them.

"Wouldn't life be a lot less fun if everything was predicted."

"So the actual reason?"

"If the prophecy is used too much, I will become unlucky in the future."

"understood."

Although Mostima wanted to experience this strange side effect, it was too unkind.

"Will you come with me?"

"Let me see."

Telles was stunned, and then said 'ah'.

"I'll help you look at the car here. Your car will probably be scrapped after I go."

"I think it's quite hidden here."

Mostima thinks that she is an old messenger, hiding the car will not be found and scrapped, right?

But also because of Sarkaz's identity as a young prophet, Mostima didn't doubt much. Except for the first letter, many small things during the two-day trip made her understand that the other party's ability to predict is indeed very good. , at least they avoided a lot of trouble along the way.

So Mostima changed his idea of ​​throwing him in a certain village from the beginning, and it should be very interesting to throw this guy to Longmen.

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"But Kazdel is really under fire, don't you think so?"

The fallen angel narrowed his blue eyes, looked at the three people who came out of the forest, and smiled.

His language hit, one is a tall Sarkaz man, he should be a guard, and the other woman is a warlock, and the one holding the gun after that is probably a sniper, but there is something hanging from her body. From the perspective of dangerous goods, most of them are still a demolitionist.

"Latlan? No...fallen angels."

The guard mercenary who saw Mostima froze for a moment, and finally put his eyes on her dim halo before letting go of his guard.

"The catchphrase is, winter weeding."

"Spring Kills."

After the indifferent sorceress finished speaking, Mostima took out the sealed letter from her pocket.

"Then, please check it."

"Hmph... a fallen angel and a magician with Sarkaz's horns, what the hell are you?"

After receiving the letter, the female mercenary covered in dangerous things began to act strangely, but Mostima just smiled.

"It's not in my business to answer that, Miss W."

"................................"

W narrowed his eyes, "I don't seem to have reported my name before, have I?"

"Indeed, neither Mr. Hedley nor Miss Ines over there have reported their names. It was just told to me by a new friend I met recently."

"Huh... new friends."

W put his hand on the detonator at his waist, while Hedley stopped her.

"Stop, W, we don't need to have a conflict with her. As for the name, it's a trivial matter. For Sarkaz, the name is just a code name, and it won't be a problem if you know it."

"If I were you, I would never be an enemy of her, W."

And the indifferent female sorceress——Ines said, "Mostima, the messenger of natural disasters, I have heard many rumors about you."

"Am I so famous?"

"That's natural, but most of the rumors are very strange, and after seeing the person today, I also believe that those rumors may be more than just exaggerated rumors."

Mostima gave Ines the feeling that she couldn't see through it. Her Originium skills had little effect on her. This seemingly benevolent fallen angel is a dangerous person. If there is a conflict here, The three of them can't easily get rid of her.

"But I understand the reason why my friend doesn't want to come with me."

Mostima glanced at Ines with a smile, then patted the dust off her body, turned and left.

"See you again when I have a chance, all three."

After the back of the fallen angel went away, W glanced at Ines.

"That guy is very powerful?"

"Better than me."