After chatting with Augusta for a while, Noah left the Ephor's Palace.
He added the Iuno character to his [Team], and switched to the Iuno character for the first time.
[Importing "Iuno" Resonance ability and combat experience. Estimated completion in 5 seconds...]
Iuno's Resonance ability allowed her to anchor Dark Tide creations.
This ability was what she had exchanged for by sacrificing her ability to foresee the future three years ago.
Logically speaking, this genius Priestess of Tetragon Temple should have already lost her prophecy ability.
But for some unknown reason, she still possessed the power of prophecy. It was just that the future she could foresee had become extremely short—she could only see one or two days into the future.
Noah didn't understand the reason behind this change, but what he wanted was precisely this prophecy ability.
"Mr. Noah, we meet again."
As soon as he left the Ephor's Palace, a luxuriously dressed man stopped him. It was the eldest son of Septimont's Motley Family, Motley Jr.:
"On behalf of the Elder Council, I once again extend an invitation to you."
Motley Jr. bowed to Noah with aristocratic etiquette and said solemnly:
"Perhaps Your Excellency has also noticed that on the Sanguiis Hunting Grounds, Dark Tide clouds are gathering. A rare massive tide in a century is approaching. The Elder Council hopes you will fight for the Elder Council."
"Trying to recruit me to your side again?"
Noah looked at Motley Jr. in surprise. He perked up, channeling a strand of cool power into his eyes. The scene before him briefly changed.
A picture entered his vision—it was Motley Jr.'s future in the prophecy: complete darkness.
According to the original plot setting, if the prophesied image was pure darkness, it meant there was no future.
Thinking of this, Noah blurted out:
"You're going to die. Did you know that?"
As soon as the words fell, Motley Jr. trembled all over and hurriedly took two steps back:
"Your Excellency, I only wanted to invite you to join the Elder Council's camp. If you are unwilling, I will withdraw. There is no need for you to develop killing intent toward me because of this——"
"It's not that I want to kill you. It's your future..."
Noah was about to explain, then felt there was no need to explain, and canceled the explanation.
"Don't go. Come back."
He called back Motley Jr., who was trying to escape:
"Where is your Kerasaur guard?"
"Uh... Ever since my Kerasaur was killed by you, the number of Tacet Discords in Septimont has suddenly decreased dramatically. We haven't caught a new Kerasaur yet..."
"What are your plans for today?"
"Going to the Border Mountains to catch a Kerasaur."
So that's how it is. Noah fell into thought.
It seemed that because the other party planned to go to the Border Mountains and might encounter unbeatable Tacet Discords or other accidents, he would die, thus fulfilling the prophesied death future.
According to the original plot setting, once a future was foreseen, it could not be changed. Therefore, Motley Jr.'s death was inevitable.
Although Noah didn't like him very much, he still wanted to try saving him and see if the prophesied future could be changed.
Thinking of this, Noah opened his terminal and picked out a Kerasaur Echo with only three effective sub-stats:
"This Kerasaur is for you. Don't go to the Border Mountains."
Almost the instant the words fell, the image before Noah's eyes changed dramatically.
Motley Jr.'s future changed from complete darkness to him showing off his new Echo in a tavern to a group of people around his age.
The image disappeared. Noah nodded in relief.
It seemed that even this so-called destined future could be changed. Just like how Rover could change Septimont's future, he could too.
"Um, Mr. Noah, Septimont's law is one destroyed must be compensated with ten..."
Motley Jr. finally managed to tear his gaze away from the new Kerasaur and looked at Noah, a trace of greed appearing in his eyes:
"If you want to compensate me for the loss you caused me last time, you should compensate me with ten Kerasaur. You're still short nine. Don't you think you should make up for it..."
"I'll make up your damn egg!"
Noah's face darkened as he raised his palm:
"I'm not even a person of Septimont. How about I make up for it with nine big slaps across your face?"
After driving Motley Jr. away once again, Noah simply wandered around the streets of Septimont.
Like a male college student who had just bought a 5090 graphics card and couldn't wait to test its performance, he cast his gaze around and took in the futures of the people on the streets.
Some people's futures involved diligently training their martial arts, some involved forging blades, and some involved studying in academies.
For the vast majority of people, their short-term futures looked like very ordinary, mundane daily lives.
But perhaps on a more distant timeline, they might become outstanding gladiatorial powerhouses, renowned weapon masters, or highly knowledgeable scholars.
All greatness was built upon the accumulation of the ordinary.
...
"I got carried away and talked too much with Noah about the Fractsidus. It's understandable that he became suspicious."
At a street corner in Septimont, a simply dressed man strolled along the street, his mind continuously pondering:
"However, how did he know my name?"
"Phrolova probably told him."
"Then Phrolova should have also told him that I planned to use a clone to ask him for help, then have him consume the Frequency Devourer as payment."
Thinking of this, the Grand Architect secretly shook his head.
If Noah learned of this plan, he would definitely become wary. He needed to change the plan.
What kind of plan would be meticulous enough?
The Grand Architect was generating evil ideas when he suddenly heard a shout from behind:
"Schwarzloch! Surprise!"
Hmm? Who is calling me?
The Grand Architect, immersed in thought, subconsciously turned his head, then immediately reacted. His heart suddenly jolted.
This is bad!
Sure enough, the power of Time unhesitatingly covered the entire Septimont. The world in sight fell into stagnation.
"Celestial Court Radiance!"
After the white light, not even ashes remained at the Grand Architect's original standing position.
"As expected, clones have no future image. I can use Iuno's ability to distinguish the Grand Architect from other people."
While using Time power to restore the destruction he caused, Noah secretly praised how useful Iuno's prophecy ability was in his heart.
Although it could only predict other people's futures for a short time, it was completely sufficient for distinguishing friend from foe.
A feeling called curiosity suddenly rose in his heart.
What would Cartethyia, Carlotta, and the others' futures look like? What was the difference between Iuno's prophecy ability and Jué's prophecy?
...
Deep in the lower layers of the Sanguiis Hunting Grounds, unrestrained mocking laughter echoed throughout the dark cave.
"Hahahahaha, Leviathan, you useless piece of trash! Big useless trash!"
The ear-piercing voice, like glass scraping, rang out. A millstone-sized black-purple eyeball trembled all over from laughter as it gleefully shouted:
"I saw all your performance in that script world through my War authority."
"As a Threnodian, you sought help from lowly humans twice in a row. Possessing Assimilation authority, yet you were separated from your shell twice in a row. Possessing Secrets authority, yet you couldn't even corrupt a mere playwright."
"If you're not trash, what are you? You've completely lost all face for Threnodians!"
Damn War Threnodian has such strong attack power.
Opposite the black-purple eyeball, a Leviathan phantom the size of only a finger trembled with anger and desperately argued:
"Enough, Ovathrax. What's the point of saying all this? So you've been here the whole time? You just watched me suffer humiliation?"
Its arguing words caused Ovathrax to pause its mockery:
"Am I the kind of Threnodian who would just sit by and watch you suffer humiliation?"
"Oh——could it be?" Leviathan was stunned.
Could it be... while it was suffering humiliation, Ovathrax had prepared some backup plan.
Ovathrax's will moved, and a curtain of Retroact Rain fell. A projection immediately lit up the dark cave.
The projection showed a scene from the script world. At that time, Leviathan had been separated from Avidius's body by Noah and was frantically begging for help:
'Cristoforo! Playwright! Save me!'
"Hahahahahaha!" Seeing this scene, Ovathrax let out even more unrestrained laughter:
"Not only did I sit by and watch you suffer humiliation, I even secretly recorded it! I'm going to show it to the other Threnodians later!"
Looking at its own wretched appearance in the projection and hearing Ovathrax's ear-piercing mockery, Leviathan felt completely humiliated. Its phantom trembled continuously as it roared in rage and hysteria:
"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaah——"
"What a war cry. I recorded it!"
Ovathrax laughed even more joyfully and added fuel to the fire:
"Go on, keep shouting. Louder!"
"Aaaaaah! Ovathrax! Aaaaaah!"
At this moment, Leviathan's grief and indignation far exceeded that night when it had been whipped by Noah.
It roared helplessly, yet it was so weak that it couldn't cause any harm to Ovathrax. The angrier it became, the funnier Ovathrax found it.
"If you were powerful, why would you leave Huanglong and end up here like a stray dog, absorbing the leftover war frequencies from Septimont's Hunting Grounds?"
As soon as the words fell, Ovathrax indeed stopped laughing.
"None of your business!"
A cold snort carrying power rang out, nearly shattering Leviathan's phantom. Ovathrax said in a low voice:
"Listen. For the sake of us being fellow Threnodians and that existence, I'll help you destroy Septimont and assist you in reshaping your body. Remember, you owe me."
"Help me destroy Septimont?" Having a common goal, Leviathan seemed to instantly forget its previous displeasure and asked anxiously:
"How will you help?"
"Watch closely——"
Another will was issued. The projection in the dark cave changed again, showing the depths of the Sanguiis Wastelands. Countless Overlord-class Tacet Discords' eyes burst with ferocious, man-eating light.
Nightmare·Crownless, Nightmare·Impermanence Heron, Nightmare·Glimmering Army, Nightmare·Flying Sickle Ape...
And beneath this group of Overlord-class Tacet Discords, dense Dark Tide suddenly surged and solidified.
"False Sovereign?"
Leviathan felt the majestic aura about to evolve from Overlord-class to Calamity-class and said in shock:
"No! It's a true God-King! My creation!"
These Dark Tide creations could instantly merge back into the Dark Tide and recover upon taking damage. They could be said to be immortal and indestructible existences. Coupled with the War Threnodian's presence.
Even if it was just attrition, it would be enough to wear Noah down to death!
"Perhaps this time we really can destroy Septimont——"
"...right?"
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