The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

The red-haired young man smacked his lips.

"It's not like a gold tier taking out a gem tier has never happened before, right?"

When the white-haired old man heard this topic, he immediately seemed to be much more energetic.

"Yes, but without exception, they are all related to heroes."

The mysterious woman's words caused both people present to remain silent for more than ten seconds.

"Well, even if you confirm it, they have definitely found our trail now. You should know what this means."

The red-haired young man said to the mysterious woman in an unhappy tone.

"Don't you have any awareness of hiding in the gutter, Ms. Fortune Teller!~"

The red-haired young man could already feel himself gritting his teeth as he finished his words.

Why has the Demon King's sect been holding back?

Don’t they want to?

It’s because they are seriously lacking in strength!

There are not only few normal people but also not many strong people who can join the Demon King's sect.

After all, the strong can avoid most of their own tragedies.

Only the weak are powerless in the face of their own tragedy.

For people like these three, it would be impossible for them to join the Demon King's sect if it weren't for various unexpected reasons.

The red-haired young man sometimes even wondered why the Agent was the leader of the Demon King's sect.

Because in his opinion, the most normal person in this sect is the Lord Agent.

However, the red-haired young man actually did not understand that in a sect full of lunatics, the most normal one was the most abnormal.

"Probably not. After all, I'm still not used to it."

The mysterious woman chuckled.

As the title holder of the Demon King's sect, she was the last one to join.

Not to mention the old man who has been a member of the Demon King's Sect for an unknown period of time, even the red-haired young man had actually joined the Demon King's Sect many years earlier than her.

It’s just that she and the red-haired young man became title holders together.

"Yeah, you're a famous fortune teller~"

The red-haired young man said sarcastically.

"But now I have to add the word 'former', 'former famous fortune teller'."

"Tell me your terms."

The mysterious woman didn't want to say anything more to the rude man in front of her.

They really couldn't talk to each other.

Just like what the red-haired young man said before, if they were both able to do something to each other, she would probably kill him, and the other party would probably do the same.

"I know you want to make up for your losses."

"Cut!~"

The red-haired young man sat down hard, and the chair creaked as he sat on it.

"Double the amount I asked for before."

"You really know how to ask for too much."

The mysterious woman narrowed her eyes, but did not refuse.

"can."

"Sure enough, you still have a lot."

The red-haired young man's eyes sparkled.

"Well, are you sure? I remember there were several geniuses, like the Fate Warlock from the Ruby Chamber of Commerce, the Grace Knight from the Church of the Earth, and..."

The white-haired old man interrupted the two of them.

But then the red-haired young man waved his hand.

"Old man, you worry too much. Those guys can't even beat me, so how can they be heroes?"

"But I think we should be more cautious. After all, it's strange that there is only one hero this time."

It turns out that the Demon King's Cult also has information that there is only one brave hero of this generation.

That's why they show up at this time.

The purpose is to find a way to kill the only brave man, so that the Demon King's revival will be truly unstoppable.

Chapter 426: Differences

"You're worrying too much."

The mysterious woman chuckled.

"There is no mistake about this matter. There is only one hero in this generation, and this matter is the only thing that cannot be wrong."

The mysterious woman looked full of confidence.

"Is this also your divination?"

The white-haired old man looked at the mysterious woman and asked meaningfully.

"That's it."

The mysterious woman's answer was somewhat ambiguous.

"And what did you pay for it?"

The white-haired old man still stared at the mysterious woman.

"Maybe it's fate."

The smile on the mysterious woman's face disappeared.

"Mysterious."

The red-haired young man didn't understand any of this confusing stuff, and he was too lazy to understand.

He just wanted to know when he could smash this damn world to pieces.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I still have a lot of things to do over there."

The red-haired young man also took time to come here. Unlike the white-haired old man and the mysterious woman, he was the only one among the title holders who had not revealed his identity as a member of the Demon King's sect. So under normal circumstances, he kept his identity hidden and seldom came to this secret space to communicate with the other two.

After all, wherever you go, you will leave traces. Especially on the continent of Endrol, there are actually some powerful prophets and fortune tellers. If the red-haired young man comes into contact with other members of the Demon King's sect who have already been exposed too many times, he will easily be exposed.

"Go ahead. Your matters are more important. I will send members who have not been exposed yet to deliver those things to you later."

The white-haired old man spoke in a very kind tone, and treated the red-haired young man as if he were his own grandson.

"Got it, old man! You should go and rest early too. You are old and you are still working so hard. You might die accidentally."

The red-haired young man waved his hand, opened the door and left without saying hello to the mysterious woman.

"This boy."

The white-haired old man laughed.

“I’m a little jealous.”

There was a hint of jealousy in the mysterious woman's tone.

"Obviously, he and I knew each other at almost the same time as you, why are you so nice to this rude man?"

"He was one minute ahead of you."

The white-haired old man gave an absurd answer.

"Yeah, it's a minute early, but you don't have to treat me differently."

The mysterious woman sighed.

"Perhaps this is your destiny. This minute of lateness is the most significant turning point in your life."

The white-haired old man's words made the mysterious woman laugh.

"Are you sure you want to discuss your fate with a fortune teller?"

"I won't talk about fate with ordinary people, because they are not worthy. Ignorant puppets are not qualified to know the greatness of fate. But you are different. You are a slave of fate, so I can still talk to you about your master."

The white-haired old man spoke in a gentle tone and had a good attitude, but his arrogance was inadvertently revealed in his words.

"Heh~ Slave of fate, that's really an appropriate name."

The mysterious woman laughed at herself.

"I remember when my teacher taught me divination, the first thing he said was, if you see fate, don't think you can control it, because we are all slaves to fate."

"Now it seems that this sentence really runs through my life as a fortune teller."

"Isn't that natural?"

The white-haired old man said in a calm tone.

"When you look at fate, fate is also looking at you. If you want to withdraw after seeing it, it will be too late. Just as those who have seen the light cannot stand the darkness, those who know their fate cannot stand the silk thread on their body."

"So the thing of resisting fate happened. But the more you resist, the closer you get to the arrangement of fate. In the end, do you want to resist fate, or does fate push you to resist it and then promote your fate?"

Faced with the white-haired old man's questions, the mysterious woman remained silent.

For prophets and fortune tellers who can see part of the future, fate is a very strange existence.

Destiny exists, but it seems not to exist.

Fate seems to have a substance, yet it seems to exist nowhere.

Fate seems selfless, but sometimes it particularly favors someone.

For prophets and fortune tellers, their rituals have always subconsciously avoided two entities.

One is a hero, the other is a demon king.

Even the brave men of the past, the gods of today, the prophets and fortune tellers dared to predict it, but only the brave men and the devil kings of today, no prophets or fortune tellers dared to do so.

In fact, it’s not that no one has tried it before, but the consequences were too serious, so no one did it after that.

This time, the mysterious woman was able to find the hero's traces by taking a roundabout way.

For those who are theoretically qualified to become heroes, no prophet or fortune teller dares to predict their fate. This is not the way to seek death.

"As we get older, we become more talkative."

The white-haired old man looked at the silent mysterious woman.

"Many times, it's not that we can't let go, but that we can't get over the hurdle in our hearts."

"You have already joined the Demon King's sect, what else is there to let go of?"

"What about you? I remember you..."

The mysterious woman raised her head with a sneer in her eyes.

"You don't seem to be any better than me."

"I'm old, and when people get old, they tend to be nostalgic."

The white-haired old man didn't care about the mysterious woman's sneer.

"I have experienced a lot in my life, but that period of time is the most unforgettable for me. If I could, I would give up everything now and go back to that time. But the past cannot be retrieved, everything is over. It can appear in books, it can appear in people's word of mouth, it can appear in my mind, but it will never appear in reality."

"How cunning, old man."

The mysterious woman raised her lips.

"Will you report this matter to the Agent?"

"Of course, after all, it's about the brave."

The white-haired old man nodded.