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"I said, what is written here will come true."

Noticing the look Tallulah gave him, Fang Zhou, who had lifted Frost Star from her chest, shrugged his shoulders with an expression that said, "See, I'm not lying, am I?"

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Chapter 450: Dead Souls: Ha, Already Ascended to Heaven

After listening to Fang Ark's introduction and demonstration of the power of the prophecy diary, everyone in the office was shocked.

Fang Zhou put Frost Star down, helped up Noah who was still autistic, and then handed the prophecy diary to Vina.

"So now you should know clearly what to write."

Vina took the diary and turned to the second page. The previous page recorded Noah being hit on the head by the Flame-Flame Fruit summoned by Frost Star. After witnessing the power of the prophecy diary, Vina did not forget the limitations of this diary that Ark had mentioned.

The more difficult something is to achieve, the more difficult it will be to write it in a diary, and it may even cost you some money.

"King of Advancement, let me write it."

Dagda suddenly walked out from behind Vina, held Vina's hand holding the pen, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

“…I’ll be fine.”

Vina knew Dagda's character, so it would be better for her to write such things. If she really asked Dagda to write this diary, she didn't know what the girl Filin, who always wanted to do it in one go, would write.

Although Fang Zhou had said before that this diary would not cause anyone to pay any serious price like breaking arms or legs, it was still better to be conservative.

Under the gazes of others, Vina took the diary, took a deep breath to calm herself down a little, and then slowly slid the tip of the pen across the paper.

First, she wrote down the date, indicating that this was today's diary, and then Vina solemnly began to write the following content.

"..."

Suddenly, Vina felt dizzy. She had just finished writing the first noun when she felt a black screen in front of her eyes, as if something heavy was pressing on her shoulders.

Victoria.

Vina felt as if she could no longer hold the pen after just writing down the word.

"……people."

When she finished writing this word, Vina only felt that there seemed to be waves of voices in her mind constantly stimulating her spirit, and unspeakable whispers kept echoing in her ears.

Vina couldn't hear clearly what it was, but she could tell from the general sound that it was a female voice, and the voice seemed to express sarcasm and ridicule. Vina no longer cared what the voice was. She just clenched her teeth, and the muscles in her arms tensed up. She held the pen tightly, controlling its next trajectory, wanting to finish the rest of the sentence she wanted to write.

"Vina..."

Indra looked nervously at Vina, who was obviously in a bad condition. From their perspective, they could not hear the voice lingering in Vina's ears. They could only see that Vina's complexion had become obviously much worse after she started writing in the diary. Her face, which was originally filled with worry but full of vitality, became as pale as gold paper, and her rosy red lips turned crimson purple. It was as if she had suddenly turned from a healthy and strong warrior into a terminally ill patient.

"Don't disturb her, Indra."

Just when Indra wanted to go forward and take a closer look at what happened to Vina, he was stopped by Dagda.

"This is a trial, a trial that Vina went through to protect the people of Victoria."

Trial?

Fang Zhou looked at the little girl with beautiful long black hair in some confusion.

This kid is not young anymore, why does he still have such a strong middle school student vibe when he speaks?

But it's not wrong to call it a trial. The more difficult it is to achieve the things written in the diary, the more the person writing the diary will feel a spiritual pressure from the prophetic diary. If I want to complete what I wrote, I can only grit my teeth and keep writing under this pressure. Otherwise, giving up halfway will basically be equivalent to wasting all my efforts.

This kind of pressure can be considered a test of the spirit. If you want to exercise your mental endurance, it is an option.

"call!!"

Click.

Finally, after writing the last period, Vina collapsed to the ground as if exhausted. Her face was as pale as gold paper and she gasped for breath, desperately trying to fill her lungs with the surrounding air. Each deep breath made her brain, which was already as chaotic as a paste, slightly clearer for a moment.

Frost Star slowly walked to Vina's side, stood behind the lion, and gently placed two fingers on her temple. A warm chill slowly seeped into her brain from both sides of Vina's head, accompanied by a scream, and in just a few seconds her mushy brain completely woke up.

"Am I finished?"

After waking up, Vina's eyes were still a little dull. She looked at the diary that had fallen to the ground and had been picked up by Fang Zhou. After calming down, she slowly asked this question.

It only took her a sentence, but she felt as if she had walked through the abyss of hell. By the end, she couldn't even remember whether she had finished writing the thing.

Fang Zhou looked at the short sentence written in the diary. Under the heavy pressure, Vina's originally beautiful handwriting had become crooked at the end. In the words of his former Chinese teacher, even if a cockroach crawled on the notebook, her handwriting would not be more beautiful than hers.

But from the messy handwriting, Fang Zhou was still able to make out what Vina had written.

"The people of Victoria are safe and sound, free from all harm and oppression, and will pass the day peacefully." You've finished writing.

Hearing what Fang Zhou said, Vina, who was sitting on the ground, showed a forced and helpless smile.

"It seems this is indeed difficult to achieve. It was just a day of peace, but at the time I felt like I was going to die."

Vina raised her hand and gasped as she looked at her still trembling hand.

"That's perfectly normal. After all, your words not only affect the future of all the people of Victoria, but also the will of the vast Originium that roams this land, as well as the Sarkaz and people from other nations. Perhaps even after your words have disappeared, a natural disaster is brewing somewhere in Victoria that could strike today. If you think about it this way, you can sense the weight of your words, right?"

Vina nodded silently, looking at the diary in Fang Zhou's hand, a wonderful light flashed in her eyes.

She had just experienced the power of this diary once, and the enormous, almost fatal pressure she felt while writing made her more willing to believe that this diary was really effective.

"I know you must still have some doubts in your hearts, but I really have no way to prove this to you. After all, your scope is too large."

Vina nodded to show that she understood. She wouldn't expect Fang Zhou to prove that what she wrote was actually effective. At this point, she could only believe that it was effective, or...

"Doctor."

Vina stood up with the help of the ground, glanced at her companions behind her, and finally turned to look at Fang Zhou and told him her inner decision.

"Victoria's field mission? Honestly, I don't agree with your decision. Judging from Precious's current abilities, while she can't directly monitor every person on this land through Originium, if you were in Victoria's territory, she would likely notice you as soon as you set foot there. While she wouldn't necessarily care about you, in her opinion, one Aslin and three Ferrins wouldn't cause any interference or impact on her.

Even if you immediately return to Victoria and find the local forces, reveal your identity, and attempt to organize a resistance force in the name of the Crown Prince, your final fate will probably be the same as that of the eight dukes.

The power that Priss displayed in Victoria now was the super-complete plus version of the Shard conceived by Tracy and other Sarkaz. This super-complete plus version of the Shard did not even require the positioning function of the airship.

If Vina and his men entered Victoria now, they would just be checking the living conditions of the locals, and it would be fine if Priss didn't care. However, if there were any major moves, then in order to ensure that every step in the future would not go wrong, Priss wouldn't mind letting another natural disaster sweep through a city.

"You're not on the same level as her right now. If you're truly determined to go, I suggest you hold off on any further action and complete your prophetic diary for the next month before departure. We'll handle the Lateran matter here, then head to Iberia to deal with the reclusive Sarkaz tribe and the Haisi issue. Kal'tsit and I will then visit Colombia and reunite before heading north to Victoria. This will take about a month."

The fulcrum of paradise in the Lateran, the preserver of Columbia, the deep blue tree of Iberia.

This is what Ark has decided to do now, in addition to continuing to collect those Sarkaz pilots.

Ark has a general understanding of the current status of these things, but he still needs to confirm them one by one. Among them, the Deep Blue Tree Project is the most important. In addition, there is the Preserver. After all, Freston's status involves the attitude of the President of Colombia, so this robot pigeon still needs attention.

Then there was Rutland.

The Fulcrum of Heaven, although this thing was finally modified by Ed to become a super artificial intelligence that focuses more on the survival of life, but like that extreme guy Ed, even if the final goal of the Fulcrum of Heaven was changed to maintaining the survival of life and civilization, it did not make this land much less troublesome than the explosion of the thing that destroyed the previous civilization. It just went to the other extreme.

All in all, this Ark of Heaven's Fulcrum also needs to be trained. Ark had this idea after Mostima briefly became the alien Sakota.

According to the training of Sakota by the Heaven's Fulcrum, it should have entered the alien Sakota and knights and other things into the system. If it is not interfered with, it might cause a big disaster on this land.

"And most importantly, the Elder Dead Souls is already conducting intelligence work in Victoria. Although he can't gather any useful intelligence right now, it would be helpful if he could instead focus on the well-being of the people in Victoria."

When mentioning the Elder of Dead Souls, Fang Zhou glanced at Bozhukas intentionally or unintentionally.

"Oh, and one more thing. The Elder of the Dead Souls is currently trying to incite the Scavenger King to rebel. Captain Bozhukas."

Bozhuocasti did not react much when he heard the name of the Elder of Dead Souls, but when the name of the King of Scavengers came out, everyone present could feel the emotional agitation coming from this powerful Wendigo.

"The clan leader is a determined warrior. Although I don't want to be his enemy, he won't betray me so easily."

Bodracasti was once a student of Neczrei, and he learned the skills of battle and many powerful and terrifying sorceries from the Scavenger King.

Neczrei raised him as his own offspring, but the young and energetic Bodrakastir left Kazdel because he was tired of killing and because of the prophecy at the time.

But the funny thing is that he left Kazdel because he was tired of killing, and in the next hundred years of his life, he was always associated with killing. Looking back now, he felt that among the people he felt most sorry for, besides his wife and children, were Theresa who had been trying to keep him, and the "teacher" who did not question his decision and just watched his team from afar when he left.

Considering the current positions of both parties, has Bozhukasti ever thought that one day he and Neczrei will meet on the battlefield?

Although he felt more guilty than sorry, it was undeniable that deep down in his heart, Bozhukas was tempted to confront the teacher who had raised and nurtured him.

"I've also discussed this with the elder, but he said we should always try, even if there's a one in ten thousand chance. If we can really win the Scavenger King over to our side, it will be a significant help to us."

In fact, the only cheating-level fighter on Tracys' side is Precious, and Precious's existence seems to be a counterattack against him on Ark's side. The two sides seem to have reached a tacit understanding, that is, neither Precious nor Ark will take action easily. Even if they do, their enemies can only be each other, not those other little guys who will collapse at the first touch.

Because they understood that if they ended up like Amiya and Tracys, they would not be able to defeat them at all. Amiya might have an unexpected situation and become the future King Rabbit, but no one wanted to see that situation, whether it was Precious or Ark.

So for this reason, both sides maintain a tacit understanding that can be said to be fragile but strong.

The highest combat power is only responsible for supporting, which is quite abstract.

Therefore, in this situation, if we can win over the combat power of the Scavenger King, who is at the level of the Lord of the Royal Court, it will naturally be of great help.

But just like Bodrakastie said, the Scavenger King might be won over to Rhodes Island's side, but it is unlikely that the Scavenger King would be won over to Rhodes Island's side.

All in all, we can only wait and see how the Elder of Dead Souls operates.

So how did the Elder of the Dead Souls operate? Haha, operate? He has already ascended to heaven.

The Elder of the Dead Souls looked at the pink-haired Sarkaz in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmmmmmm!"

Chapter 451: The Dead Souls Run Away with Buckets

The Sarkaz woman in front of him, staring straight at him with an inexplicable smile on her face, was undoubtedly Precious, who had taken over Theresa's body.

The dead soul didn't know why the other party suddenly came to him. He had been very honest during this period of time. After all, he had nothing to do.

Tracy has been urging the construction of the Shard. The industrial assembly lines in Londinium are producing mechanical parts and various Originium devices day and night, which are flowing into the construction site of the Shard. Of course, his own airship body is also being constantly completed.

However, in the Shard, before it was completed, this airship body was just an ordinary aircraft. At most, the person possessed in it could use some Sarkaz witchcraft to give it a certain air attack capability.

So all along, I shouldn't have shown anything wrong. Then why did this Prissise come to me since this morning and look at me with a half-smile on his face as if he had discovered something interesting?

"Dead souls are the same life forms as those beast masters. However, compared to them, you, as conscious beings, do not seem to have the ability to be immortal."

Precious's sudden words made the dead soul's heart skip a beat, even though he had no heart now.

"Theresa, watch your tone. You're comparing me to those filthy, furry, and armored creatures. That's an insult."

Now, Theresis should be the only one who knows the true identity of the woman in front of him who is wearing Theresa's skin. Although the dead soul has already known what the thing in front of him is from the Ark, he must pretend not to know now. If it is exposed, the dead soul will have to abandon the huge consciousness that he has nurtured for nearly ten thousand years and return to the small remnant of consciousness on the Soul-Suppressing Nail.

I don’t know if the things left in the Doctor’s own soul will work, and whether he can preserve his own spirit in its entirety. If so, that would be great.

"Of course, I don't mean to insult you. In a grand experiment, unexpected things always happen. This unpredictable process is part of the charm of experimentation."

Although they are all conscious life forms produced by the original Originium explosion, the Beast Master not only has a physical body but can also ensure the immortality of his body. In contrast, the Dead Souls not only do not have a body, but once they are killed, they are truly dead.

If there is one thing that makes him better than the Beast Master, it is probably his ability to possess others anytime and anywhere.

What different variables in that explosion led to different outcomes for the two parties?

Precious was a little curious, but he could leave this curiosity for later study. He came here to give a gift to this big guy in front of him.

"Enough of the small talk. I'm here to give you something."

"Send things?"

The dead soul looked at Priss with a little suspicion, wondering what kind of medicine this woman was selling.

If you want to give yourself something, then...

The soul of the dead soul suddenly fluctuated. From the time when everything started to go wrong, those lords of the royal court who came to surrender to Tracys all had something in their hands, whether it was Dukare, the shapeshifter, or the king of scavengers, including the current lord of the Whiplash Royal Court who was brought back by Tracys a few days ago, they all had that thing in their hands, but the dead soul who was also the first lord of the royal court to assist Tracys together with Dukare and others did not have this thing in his hands.

That is the alien driving watch head.

"Dukare died at the Dragon Gate because of his recklessness. The Transformer Cluster's fence-sitter defected to that side after being defeated by Amiya. Although the Heart-beating Chalk Lord is a bit interesting, he's still too young. Although he was deceived by the Transformer Cluster and beaten by Amiya to the point of losing his human form, it's not like I rescued him. Now I might have to hand over the Heart-beating Chalk Lord's control to someone else."

Precious said this, but the dead souls sensed a deep malice in it.

Don't you understand why the Shapeshifters surrendered? When Dukare died at the Dragon Gate, they clearly had the ability to take him away, but they chose to watch. As for that guy Dagar, this dead soul couldn't refute it. This BYD is really a loser.

He is the Lord of the Whiplash's court, but he was defeated mentally by a group of shapeshifters. This is really ridiculous.

The dead souls will laugh at this joke for the rest of his life, and even the other lords of the royal court will probably use this to laugh at Dagar.

However, Dagar's ability itself does not make him particularly good at fighting. Like the shapeshifter, the ability of the Whiplash is more suitable for infiltration behind enemy lines. If he infiltrates the enemy's rear, the psychic ability possessed by the Whiplash will create an unparalleled advantage on the front battlefield.

Of course, the premise is that the opponent has no means to counter psychic abilities.

"So what do you want to say?"

Although he had guessed what the woman in front of him was going to give him, the dead soul still asked this question in a pretentious manner, but the wave rippling in his soul could not escape Prises' eyes.

Carefully feeling the frequency of the fluctuation and its inner nature, Priseth showed a smile that was very chilling to the dead souls, and then took out an orange-red driving watch from his pocket.

On the orange-red dial, intertwined ghosts formed a ferocious face with bared fangs and claws. The power contained in it suddenly resonated with the spirit of the dead soul.

This is the history of the Dead Souls, from the time they first followed hikers and detonated the Silver Mountains to the present day, a history of more than ten thousand years.