Chapter 590 The Funeral of the Fantasy World, Suppressed

The prophet's face was as deep as water and said coldly: "We elves are born noble. As long as we enslave you humans and the Berners, we will become the most noble galactic nobles, and look down on the people, who dares not to obey?"

Xuanyuan Nanxing patted his forehead and finally came to a conclusion. It turned out that this old woman was fantasizing about dominating the universe all day long and was already crazy. Therefore, she must not use the normal thinking to measure such a person. Debating with her is not a good match for herself.

The man who was the Blood Moon Warning World Bell was behind him, and the sky ahead was full of powerful people from Sacred Jiayin. The surrounding space fluctuated back and forth. Perhaps the peak of the Star Sentence had the hope of fighting out of this predicament, but Xuanyuan Nanxing absolutely did not have this ability.

Since we cannot solve the problem with strength, we can only use our brains to use our wisdom.

"Prophet, Melia is injured. If you really recommend her to be the queen, you should give me the furnace of the fantasy world. As for you who want to conquer the world, you can try it."

Xuanyuan Nanxing showed an intriguing smile and shook his head and said, "You are very confident in the power you control, but you have ignored one thing invisibly. All major human forces like to hide their strength. Who has no killer weapons for those aristocrats, those nobles, military bosses, and those world-famous non-governmental organizations?

Also, you deceive the Federation and are determined to create today's battle. However, based on our human base, are you afraid of you ghosts and monsters? Perhaps, you are thinking about the news and are ready to stab the Federation in the back. Since that is the case, don't say that you are noble. The elves will not be able to enter the grand ceremony after all.

What has passed is gone, don’t crawl out of the grave anymore and release the long-standing unwillingness. Human beings are the protagonists of this starry sky.”

"Gaga, it's well said! Humans are the protagonists of the Galaxy. The elves have been lost for hundreds of millions of years after they rolled back to their graves. They actually licked their faces and came out to restore the throne. It's really embarrassing your ancestors." The equatorial wind echoed loudly, and the sound waves appeared in the air, with wild and unruly.

Xuanyuan Nanxing's words were like a cone, directly stabbing the prophet's heart.

Indeed, the elves are inherently deficient, and may give them thousands of years to develop and have the ability to compete with humans. But if we endure such long years, what level will humans reach? How will the human base grow? Unless the three Berners kill the number of humans to the lowest point in thousands of years, the elves will have the hope of turning their hands to turn clouds and rain and establishing their own territory.

The prophet is a man, not a God, and she can only use her strength to see some possibilities in the future.

She knew that human energy was related to Xuanyuan Nanxing, while the elf energy was related to Meliya. They were a pair of twins with destiny.

"Listen to my orders and let the road open." The prophet suddenly became much older, and wrinkles quickly climbed up his forehead. Her life had reached the last moment and she had to make some decisions, otherwise, if it was planned for thousands of years, the sacred good news would not have any achievements, and would be cheaper in the Blood Moon.

"Crash!"

The blonde archer and the heavy armored knight gave up a passage. The relationship between the Sacred Good News and the Blood Moon Warning Bell was not harmonious, so they were on guard against each other. This is normal. The royal power and the divine power have always been opposite. Unless the power is concentrated in one person, they can establish a foundation for thousands of years.

Someone in the Blood Moon Warning World Bell camp said: "Let him go, the prophet is approaching the brink of life collapse. It seems that he is going to explain his affairs."

"Yes! His Majesty the Pope." Blood Moon and the senior star judging bowed slightly.

Xuanyuan Nanxing and Blood Moon Warning Shizhong have a deep grudge, and as the youngest major general of the Federation, he can speak out all the attention. Today, Sacred Jiayin and Blood Moon Warning Shizhong have to join the grand event, and they always have to let the prophet explain his life to Her Majesty the Queen. After that, whether it is bright or dark, there are ways to deal with a mere second-level star verdict. Even if this second-level star verdict is invincible, can it escape from the palm of the pope?

"No matter whether it is a dragon's pond or a tiger's den or a dead situation, I will make a breakthrough." Xuanyuan Nanxing looked stern, and his feet quickly walked in the air, leading a series of beautiful afterimages, floating by many law enforcement officers and star judges, and coming to the prophet's approach.

"Hmph, if I have time, I really want Melia to be reincarnated again, and maybe I can build a more perfect individual. Unfortunately, even I can't figure out my destiny. Today I will die, Melia will ascend to the throne, come with me!" The prophet turned around and walked towards the hall.

The hall is extremely solemn, with sculptures of figures standing on both sides of the passage. They are all humanoid creatures with slender bodies and sharp and slender ears.

The prophet said as he walked: "As you said, we are races that crawled out of the grave. But have you ever thought that if humans had reached the peak of glory and were once the master of the Milky Way, they were suddenly extinct, how could they be willing to let the fire of civilization be extinguished? From the day I was born, I could feel the demands in the dark, and hope that the elves would flourish again."

"I would like to ask, since the elves are so powerful, why are they still extinct?" Xuanyuan Nanxing had a question in his mind. After all, humans have never looked at the vicissitudes of life and great changes from the perspective of the entire Milky Way. What kind of disaster is that? It actually turned the race that ruled the Milky Way into ashes.

"The specific situation is not clear, but according to the documents I have mastered, the fire of the Milky Way civilization has been extinguished more than once, and the threat should come from outside the Milky Way. These things will often take tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years, so don't worry." The prophet suddenly stopped.

Xuanyuan Nanxing also stood up and looked up at the sky. The center of the hall was almost open, and the dazzling throne was suspended above his head.

"See it? You want to find it, the Funeral of the Fantasy World." The prophet's aura became weaker and weaker, and a few strands of white hair had fallen off. She pointed to the air and said, "I have merged my own power into it, and also merged the power of the Funeral of the Fantasy World into it. With the help of the throne of the hall, you must make her ascend the throne. This throne has a strong defensive power, and I don't know how many times stronger than the battle robe on you. So, before Melia recovers, her safety is guaranteed."

"Damn, old guy, Meliya's safety is guaranteed. Where is Nanxing? You should be killed by you after joining it? You must know that Meliya loves our Nanxing very much. If you wake up and can't find anyone, go on an order and fight for the hell and go to hell to have your dream!"

"Your name is Equatorial Wind, right? What a faithful artificial intelligence, you should be in the future history!" The prophet's eyes were bleeding, as if he was muttering to himself, or as if he was talking to Xuanyuan Nanxing. She could no longer see anything, and her skin was quickly shriveled.

"It doesn't matter to me. As long as you can make Meliya better, it's worth taking some risks." Xuanyuan Nanxing was very skilled and brave. After entering this hall, he tried his best to sense every detail. It was not without hope that he would leave this place.

"Young man, you have the courage and certain strength. But you should put away your thoughts. If I don't let you leave, you will not have the chance to get out of this space." Although the prophet was already haggard, he still had strong confidence.

"Hmm? Maybe I can do it after you die." Xuanyuan Nanxing smiled slightly, but he was telling the truth.

"Cough, cough, cough, you are so rude. I'll call you. I'll tell you something. Listen, the Divine Good News and the Blood Moon Warning World Bell have been separated for many years. Today, we will merge them together. We will have to decide a victory or defeat. Whether the king's power over the divine power or the divine power over the king's power, we need to do a secret battle. Melia is my daughter, my hope, and I will return the powerful power that originally belonged to her to her. Maybe you will think I'm bloody, maybe you will think I'm cruel. But this is the main reason why I let those defectors come back." The prophet raised his hand and wanted to grab Melia.

"Wait, I don't believe you. Who knows if you will forcefully occupy Meliya's body through some way. Also, if you let the defectors come back, isn't it that you incorporate them? What does this have to do with Meliya?" Xuanyuan Nanxing instinctively stopped the prophet's actions.

"Okay, I'll die, you send her to the throne."

Unexpectedly, the prophet turned his arm and poked his heart into his heart. He actually dug out his shriveled heart and said weakly: "Remember to me that there will be some changes after Meliya wakes up. If, I mean, if, you have deep roots in love, leave here quickly while the chaos! Hahaha, my layout will be unfolded, Meliya will take back everything that belonged to her hundreds of years ago. She will not recognize her relatives within a few years, only knowing how to integrate the power of the elves. Maybe ten or a hundred years will recall you, why did I hurt her? Why did I force her to use the Funeral World. Everything is done behind my back, and the song ring number will soon return to her. You, Xuanyuan Nanxing, if you have the power of despair, get the federal title and become the master of fate!"

"What do you mean? Answer me." Xuanyuan Nanxing stepped forward and grabbed the prophet, but the body was turning into dust.

"Hmph, I can't let her die so easily, I suck." Equatorial wind suddenly exerted its power, controlling the energy gourd to suck all the remaining parts of the prophet's body into the gourd, including several pieces of equipment and life badges.

The throne hanging above his head suddenly attacked, and a shocking suction wrapped around Meliya, snatching her from Xuanyuan Nanxing.

"Boom, rumble, rumble!"

The space was violently shaking, Xuanyuan Nanxing looked pale, and he was suppressed by the throne and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn old women, they say that people are about to die, and they are still plotting against others the moment they die. First, they said that they asked me to send Melia to the throne after death, but what happened? They deliberately said some inexplicable words to attract my attention and forcefully take away people. When dealing with these old guys, they must be careful in the future."

Xuanyuan Nanxing took a deep breath and mobilized his internal energy abilities frantically. However, no matter how hard he tried, it would not work in the face of the super-strong space shock of the throne.
Chapter completed!