Oops, oops, it was so intense. ”

On the hill near downtown Palermo, Derek, the demigod "puppeteer", exclaimed exaggeratedly, while Mi'er stood next to him, holding her forehead a little speechlessly.

In front of them was a banshee with a dull expression, holding a bronze mirror-like object in her hand, which contained a picture of Sidlifa's wild fight.

The two of them were watching the war scene in which Sidlifa was in his hands through a certain water banshee flying over the battlefield.

"Sidlifa rushed so hard, it should be fine, right?" Mi'er said worriedly.

She observed the future of the world, and for the most part, Sidlifa would not have been injured in this naval battle, but there were a few that were colored, and the most serious one even broke the arm - a bone spear stabbed in the shoulder blade, and then slashed by the bone knight.

This is the trick of fate: there are countless possibilities for the future, and you can only observe different futures and corresponding probabilities, but you can't confirm that reality will eventually collapse to that future line.

Suppose Sidlifa had a broken arm...... Well, it's not that it can't be saved, Nola's "Life IV" can be severed and regenerated, and it will take about a few months. But the plot against the Outville family will inevitably be affected.

"It's all right, Lord Messiah." Derek disagreed, "This time the fleet is led by Mum'in, a mad general who has risen from the Wraith, and it is estimated that he will not do much harm to your companions. ”

"Wraiths?" Mi'er asked curiously.

"Bones, Blood, Ghosts, and Corpse Witches are the four major races of our Hafstad Undead Country, which can be traced back to the ancient kingdom of Carthage in the early Tertiary Period." Derek explained.

"Among them, the skeleton and the ghost race, almost all of them are transformed from dead humans, and their innate IQ is not very high, so most of them are enslaved by the blood clan and corpse witches. A figure like Mu Min, who stands out from ordinary resentful spirits and becomes an undead lord, may be considered intelligent among the ghost clan, but it is far less than a person with a slightly better brain in humans. ”

"I see." Mi'er said thoughtfully.

Obviously, even in the eternal silence of the land of the dead, there is still oppression and slavery. As bones and ghosts transformed from dead humans, their status is far lower than that of the blood and corpse witches transformed from the living.

It's just that as a contemporary Messiah, her focus is still on helping humanity, and she doesn't have the energy to make a revolution in the country of the dead for the time being.

Seeing that Miss Messiah was a little interested in this, Derek smiled and continued:

"In our country, the blood and bones are of one faction, and they mostly settle in the oases and rivers of the interior, and depend on the manor economy and the raising of serfs; Ghosts and necros are the other faction, congregating in port cities along the coast, mostly amassing their wealth through Mediterranean trade. ”

"There is actually a lot of discord between the two factions, as early as the Carthaginian period, the Corpse Witch faction strongly advocated foreign expansion and control of the trade routes in the Mediterranean, and the Blood faction was not interested in this."

"So later Carthage was defeated in the Punic War, when the Solomonic people slyly said that Carthage wanted to hand over the defeated Hannibal, and under the pressure of the blood faction, Hannibal could only choose to go into self-exile, and finally died outside his homeland."

"Is Hannibal a transcendent of the Witch bloodline?" Mi'er asked.

"Yes, but for outsiders who are not undead, the bloodline is usually not so fine, and outside historians generally refer to Hannibal as the 'necromancy' bloodline." Derek sighed, "With Hannibal's exile and death, the extraordinary swordsmanship he mastered, the Immortal Phantom Sword, was lost with his death. ”

"Hmm." Mi'er said calmly, "Is the Immortal Phantom Sword very powerful?" ”

"Of course, that's a transcendent sword skill that can defeat the ancient Solomons." Derek said with great interest, "The great thing about this sword technique is that it can divide multiple clones with a very small spiritual consumption, and each clone can fully exert the sequence ability or law skill of the main body. ”

"If you can use toxin missiles, then after using the undead phantom sword, you can shoot thousands of toxin missiles at the same time, and the so-called one-man army is nothing more than that. In the Second Age, the ancient Solomonic people realized that there was no chance of victory in a head-on battle with Hannibal, because the opponent would have an endless number of clones to consume you. ”

So they adopted a Fabian attrition strategy, and finally survived until Carthage was overwhelmed, and decided to recall Hannibal, who was fighting abroad, and sued for peace. If it weren't for the constraints of the Senate, no one would have killed Hannibal on the battlefield. ”

"That's right." Mi'er nodded, and then asked, "What if the Death Phantom Sword reappears in the sky?" ”

"Then everyone will be surprised." Derek laughed and said, "That's all. ”

"That's all?"

"Or else? After all, Hannibal is a Carthaginian, and Carthage has perished, could it be that he is not the realm of the undead in Hafsda, and can he still represent the Carthaginians to recover the cultivation method of the immortal phantom sword? Derek laughed.

So Mi'er fell silent, she knew that Derek was hinting to her that she could get closer to Peggy and pull her here as much as possible, no matter how bad it was, don't have a grudge against the revolutionary army - after all, the immortal phantom sword is a transcendent swordsmanship that eats spiritual capacity, and the higher the level, the stronger the spirituality, and the more terrifying the number of clones that can be separated and the combat power that can be exerted.

"I see." Mi'er nodded, as if inadvertently asked, "Derek, what do you think of Medea?" ”

"She's a succubus." Derek smiled slightly, "If you want me to be honest, then all I can say is that succubi can't be trusted. ”

"To a mature succubus, anyone is nothing more than a tool to achieve her desires. It may be a bit stereotypical, but it's probably not much different. ”

"Of course, Raphael supported your cooperation during his lifetime, and maybe he may not be able to say what he sees online in the future. However, while I can't see the future, I know that Rasul has some back-up for it. ”

"Backhand?" Mi'er wondered.

"Yes." Derek said mysteriously, "If you and that succubus princess win the final victory, then it will be time for you to turn against each other." ”

"To defeat Limbo City, where she is stationed at the edge of the Infernal Plane, you'll need the help of the Prisoners Organization, where Shirley has a presence at the top. When necessary...... It can set off a holy war against purgatory. ”

"That's right." Mi'er groaned when she heard this, and some of the clues in her memory seemed to be connected together.

It was when the Azure Sword was on his expedition south with Emperor Shinra's army, and they were attacked by the demons of Purgatory in a small town in the Alps.

Immediately afterwards, he was attacked by a team of prison watchmen and knights, and it seemed that the other party was coming for Medea.

So, those people were arranged by Shirley at the behest of Rasul. His real purpose was neither to hinder the Emperor's coalition forces from moving south, nor simply to attack the Azure Sword, but to remind ......

Remind us (or, just remind me), be careful of Medea's devilish bloodline and purgatory background? In this case, the small number of devilish attacks in the town that night, and the boring entanglement and hostility of a few prison guards, Rasul's intention in arranging these can probably barely be explained.

It's just that, although he is jealous of Medea's identity and tries to stir up trouble in it, the head of the regiment is not the kind of person who will easily doubt or abandon his companions, and in the end it is useless.

Mi'er thought about it and felt that some of the above conjectures were very reasonable, but some things seemed a little strange.

The IQ of the half-elf girl can only be said to be at the upper middle level, far less than the "smart mind" of Medea and Sheila, so after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't come to a conviction.

After all, Rasul, who arranged all this, is dead.

In short, let's take the plan that Derek said for the time being as some kind of emergency alternative. After all, if I really come across the day he says, I should at least have a hole card that can turn the game around.