Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 517 A Passerby

"Now that we've all realized it, then let's talk about the Demon King of the Abyss Path."

"Then the two friends on the Order side... and the three from the Black Death War, you must be able to sense it, right?"

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The three people present remained silent in response to Xia'er's words, offering no rebuttal.

As a qualified true god, one would more or less sense such an "obvious" thing.

Fabti of the Desire Path, who had been hiding in the Abyss since the Fourth Age, probably sensed something amiss long ago, given the special nature of the Desire Path, and was even more sensitive than them, after all, the demon's ability to "perceive malice" is quite outstanding.

No wonder that brief history book mentions a demon family summoning Fabuti to participate in the war of the Four Emperors.

Xia'er couldn't understand it at the time. This guy had been quiet all along, so why was he jumping out to make his presence known in the later stages of the Four Emperors' War? What did it have to do with him? He wouldn't gain anything from it.

Now, Xia'er has figured it out: the Demon King was perfectly fine diving, but he was literally blown out of existence.

Damn it, couldn't a brief history be a little more detailed?

At least reveal the underlying plot!

The hermit in the midst of the situation only realized what was happening just before the "calamity" was about to strike.

This was also because he was a hermit, hoping that his fifth-era self could use the power of the gate to help study the weak points of the Celestial Venerable's barrier. Above the gray fog, the secrets of heaven were obscured, and with the source fortress suppressing the fortune, he was temporarily prevented from being "blinded by the tribulation clouds." Only then did he realize that he had not followed the original plan.

His original plan was to help the Blood Emperor smash the barrier.

After all, this was the only way the hermit could think of to ignite a war between the Four Emperors.

Another way is to actually achieve results in the study of the Chaos Sea, making other guys restless.

The hermit initially favored the latter, but later found it meaningless. There were many achievements, but due to the methods, pollution, and physical and mental health, no one could take the crucial step. They couldn't even achieve half of the Old Days, which was still insufficient to break the stable world order that the hermit had personally created and shatter the current terrifying balance between the North and South continents.

"Running away solves nothing."

The Hermit raised his head slightly, thinking of the sealed artifact 0-02 that was corrupted by the disordered country in later generations. Is the Genie still in the hands of Trensust?

On the western continent... it seems they're struggling to control the source matter...

That's normal. After all, there's nothing on the Western Continent, while on the Northern and Southern Continents, there are all twenty-two routes, and everything is available. No one can suppress the Source Fortress and the Chaos Sea.

"I will follow your instructions."

"The God of Destiny," Servis, was the first to speak out.

His idea was simple. He himself followed the hermit and was able to accept the uniqueness of fate with the hermit's help. In his eyes, the changes that fate had orchestrated this time might indeed be an opportunity. Since he was so conflicted, he might as well give the choice to the king and queen.

What are your thoughts?

"Goddess of Beauty" Olnia looked at "The Hermit" and asked.

He also doesn't have any ideas right now, not because he lacks independent thinking, but because of his power and position.

Olnia is merely the Angel Queen, or rather, an Angel Queen whose potential is already fixed.

He was able to hold an emperor-like position in the Terensost Empire because the vertical eye between his eyebrows was a Sequence 1 characteristic of the Hermit, a part of the Hermit, and he was the Hermit's spokesperson, which is why he has everything he has today.

Whether it's the Western Continent or the Source, there are all sorts of problems.

Olnia couldn't make the decision herself, because if the sleeve went any further, Lilith would be unhappy.

As the current queen of the vampires, Olnia naturally knows that her progenitor is not dead.

If the hermit can influence the "God of Spirits" Thorsna, then he can reclaim the last of the Goddess's attributes.

But can He take it back and feed it to Olnia?

He cannot, because Lilith would get furious.

"White Tower" Goshinam remains silent, which can be seen as supporting the hermit.

Given Gohsham's personality, he doesn't really like getting involved in that kind of chaos. There's nothing wrong with maintaining the existing power structure, because right now, no one can take the crucial step, and no one can achieve a qualitative change. There's no need to take risks for some incremental gains.

But He couldn't say anything; the Western Continent was different, it was the homeland of all elves.

That's the direction of "home".

"it is good."

"In that case, I'll make some simple arrangements. You should prepare yourselves mentally for your demise and make corresponding contingency plans for resurrection. Don't be too nervous. I'm confident that death is just a necessary step toward rebirth."

"We all know that even if the stalemate continues for another two thousand years, neither of us will be able to take that step in the North and South continents."

"The land where the elves rose to power may well be our beloved 'ancestral land.'"

Chael smiled, stretched out his sleeve, and clusters of light began to appear.

This is a necessary process; you can never have too many backup plans.

Furthermore, the resurrection counter can be improved and upgraded. There are Hermit, White Tower, Destiny, and Moon (Life) here. By communicating more, the pre-planned resurrection counter can be strengthened on multiple levels to prevent failure due to accidents.

This is a very important part.

In the Tudor Empire.

Jacob, or rather Shael, came to the Red Priest's chambers alone.

I still prefer you the way you used to be.

"Although he's still handsome now."

Xia Er looked at the Blood Emperor who was waiting for him and smiled.

Clearly, the Blood Emperor of this time and space, even if he becomes male, is not the burly type, but rather the more refined type, a subtle difference between fantasy and martial arts.

The "Blood Emperor" Tudor rarely showed a smile.

He didn't actually dislike Shael; the two had been getting along since the early Fourth Age, when Shael was still the White Emperor.

One of the biggest reasons Tudor liked Chael was that the guy was quite laid-back and didn't get involved much. Working for him was very liberating, but he wasn't completely uninvolved. He would at least keep an eye on things, considering the times and future developments to see if they met his expectations.

Because Shael values ​​"himself" and "has no specific ulterior motives towards him," Tudor doesn't mind being friends with him. This doesn't mean he trusts her; it just means he's not opposed to her. Of course, he doesn't trust her too much, after all, Tudor has witnessed Sauron's fate firsthand.

When this person is no longer needed, Sauron and Einhorn will naturally be "offline." It's not that Sauron and Einhorn are old subordinates, so they will choose one of them or forcefully support Sauron. In Tudor's eyes, Shael supports him because he is suitable. As for why he is suitable, there are many possibilities.

"I really like you, and I hope you will always have this spirit."

"Fearless of challenges."

Chael gave Tudor a gentle hug.

He was somewhat grateful to Tudor, because their thought processes aligned, so they didn't have to point at each other and call each other "radicals" or "old-fashioned" before drawing their swords and attacking each other.