Chapter 3085 Turning Fate

Hearing Ms. Farah say the second way to eliminate the crisis, everyone fell silent, with ugly faces.

If the self-destruction process of the "Winter Ring" cannot be stopped, if there must be a world to endure this catastrophe, then there is really no way to throw this time bomb into the crystal wall system outside the Valesian sky Method.

Everyone has to admit that doing so is very immoral and completely selfish at the expense of others. It will cause countless creatures from other worlds to suffer unwarranted disasters and die without reason.

However, when it comes time to choose to sacrifice some people, who can truly be impartial?

All the people present were born in Vales Tianyu, and they did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to save their hometown and relatives and friends. However, who can truly treat strangers in another world equally?

"So...someone of us must stand up and carry out the mission of discarding the 'Winter Ring', right?"

Inanna stood beside her adoptive father, asking shyly and uneasily.

"I don't understand, people who do this... are they heroes or butchers?"

The girl's question echoed over the wilderness, like a kite with a broken string, and no one answered for a long time.

The fire of anticipation in Inanna's eyes dimmed.

Now she finally understood why Joan told her not to imagine human society too beautifully.

Whether in the Underdark or the surface world, nothing is black and white, good or evil.

In many cases, the options before people are not the diametrically opposed "hero" and "butcher", but force you to shoulder the responsibility of "hero" and the charge of "butcher" at the same time, and suffer from inner torment for this.

"The 'Winter Ring' was lost from me. This mission...of course I should undertake it."

Ms. Farah walked towards the altar, stopped suddenly, turned to Hilde and Gaina and said, "Children... take care."

"Mom!" The female knight couldn't help crying.

There is no better knowing mother than a daughter, and of course Hilde could tell that once his mother left, she didn't intend to come back alive.

Not only because the "Winter Ring" is extremely dangerous and may explode in her hands at any time, but also because she feels ashamed in her heart and would rather be buried with the crystal wall system that she chose to protect the world of Vares, as a gift to the world. All the innocent victims of that world atone for their sins.

"Ms. Farah, you can't do this." Joan raised her hand to stop the chief witch, "This is a trap."

"Trap?" Everyone, including Ms. Farah, showed astonishment.

"The 'Winter Ring' was cursed by Zukskel. Anyone who touches the ring will become a puppet controlled by the evil god just like Angel Boda."

Ms. Farah took a deep breath and paled.

"In fact, without sacrificing innocent creatures of other crystal wall systems, there are ways to prevent the self-destruction of the 'Winter Ring'."

Seeing the light of hope rekindled in everyone's eyes, Joan smiled slightly, walked straight to the altar, closed his eyes, recalled the incantation he deciphered in the "Book of Destiny" yesterday, and chanted in a low voice.

Responding to his call, the pool under the altar’s icy surface surged undercurrents, and an icicle slowly rose from the pool, shaping itself into a graceful female body, slowly opening its eyes, as if an exquisite ice sculpture had gained life and vitality. soul.

"Ah?! Cassandra!" Gaina called out the name of "Ice Prophet", her eyes were full of anger, "You really have it, you despicable traitor! You have the nerve to appear in front of us!"

Ms. Helin gave her daughter an angry look and motioned her to keep her mouth shut and keep quiet.

Cassandra's ice-blue eyes were emotionless as they swept across the faces of everyone in the Styx Temple.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again here."

"Prophet, is there anything even you can't think of?"

Ms. Farah suppressed her anger and spoke sarcastically.

"Man's fate is determined by the sky. The so-called prophets can only predict the fate, but cannot change it. They are just puppets manipulated by God's will and the sky."

Cassandra's eyes rested on Ms. Farah's face, revealing vague guilt.

"I was the one who felt sorry for you at the beginning. Of course you have reasons to hate me. If you want revenge, go ahead and kill me. I won't resist."

"But before you do it, for the sake of old friendship, you must listen to my advice - escape from Vales Tianyu as soon as possible, maybe there is still time to save your life."

Ms. Farah sighed, turned to Joan and said, "Dr. Vida, I have nothing to say. What to do next is entirely up to your orders."

Joan nodded and looked at Cassandra on the altar: "Prophet, I need your help to prevent the 'Winter Ring' from self-destructing."

"Sorry, your request is beyond my ability."

"You only need to do what is within your ability, and don't care about other things." Joan said calmly.

The "Ice Prophet" was slightly taken aback, and looked up and down the young mage, with doubts in his eyes.

"Young man, you seem to know something, but it doesn't make any sense. No matter how hard you try to save the world, it's doomed to be futile and nothing will change."

"If you don't try it, how do you know it won't work?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Mage, I have divination your fate. You are very smart and hardworking. Please don't force me to tell the ending of your life. It will definitely not make you happy." Cassandra shook her head sigh.

"That was four years ago, Prophet, the fate of people is not static."

Joan stretched out his right hand and pressed a handprint on the ice elemental pool.

"Please divine my fate again."

Cassandra didn't expect him to make such a request, and was stunned for a moment.

"Divination, Prophet, just like what you did for me four years ago, take a look at my fate four years later, and the future of this world, whether there is a turning point that you have never imagined."

The young mage's calm words and persistent and firm eyes revealed a strong confidence that Cassandra couldn't help but feel heartbroken. After a moment of hesitation, she finally reluctantly accepted his request.

"Well, Mr. Master, although I know very well that this is just a waste of time, but since you insist on doing so, I can only do so."

The "Ice Prophet" knelt on the ice, lightly touched the palm print left by Joan with his right index finger, his eyes drooped slightly, and he meditated.

Under everyone's intense gaze, her expression gradually changed, from indifference to doubt, and then into uncontrollable surprise.

"How can this be?!"

Cassandra suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at Joan, her eyes filled with disbelief.

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