Chapter 192 Void, Greetings to You!

The moment he captured the target, Ryan's figure disappeared in an instant.

Before the people arrived, the sky in that area had changed.

In the originally dim sky, a gorgeous rune array suddenly appeared, and deep blue runes poured down from it like a waterfall.

These runes were connected and surged by magic, weaving an airtight net, and then the runes and magic melted like butter, blending together.

In just a moment, a wide black water curtain appeared from the sky, the color was darker and deeper than the night, like a black dragon swallowing clouds and mist in the sky, rushing down with great momentum.

Wow——

The sound of the surging water rose up, rushing straight to the yellow sand and brown soil with unparalleled huge energy.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

As soon as the black dragon formed by magic came into contact with the ground, the sand surface immediately made a fierce sound of water and fire intersecting, and then, curls of white smoke came out of the soil surface, with a pungent sour smell.

After the smoke, what was even more surprising was that the seemingly warm water flow actually directly corroded a huge pit in the desert, which was not like the usual rain that would soak the soil.

Wow——

Under the continuous flushing of the black dragon, a sinkhole dozens of meters wide has been formed, and the depth of the sinkhole is bottomless.

Under the cover of the magic dragon, the hole below is exposed.

"Ah!!"

Without any warning, a roar that resounded through the wilderness came from the depths of the cave.

At this time, the pit was like a natural loudspeaker, amplifying the endless roar countless times.

Then, a black and purple creature jumped out.

It was a huge ethereal spirit, and the roar just now came from its mouth.

It was pushed out of the ground by the black water, howling angrily, and the black liquid soaked its limbs on the ground, corroding and burning, and emitting wisps of white smoke.

This ethereal spirit was extremely large, nearly 3 meters tall, with sharp teeth in its mouth, and the purple giant tail behind it kept beating the ground violently.

The dragon dissipated along with the rune array, and Ryan's figure slowly drifted away from the sky.

He only glanced at the void creature in front of him, as if he had seen through it completely:

"Remote control of the soul. The part of the soul you separated is as fragile as an ant."

After his and Sindra's research, they found that void creatures do not have such mysterious things as souls.

The nature of void creatures is fundamentally different from that of material creatures. They do not have their own consciousness and their actions are almost based on instinct.

Even the void creature he had captured was based on this principle of behavior.

They also tried to inject souls into void creatures, but all the experimental subjects turned into nutrients for the void.

Although it was a pity, it at least verified his conjecture that the void could not have souls, or they could only accept souls infected by the void.

For example, Kassa. For example, the owner of the huge void spirit in front of him

"Ryan Meredith, the void is great and omnipotent!"

The huge void spirit roared, resonating notes in the Shurima language.

Ryan's mouth curled up slightly, and his tone was playful:

"Amacra people? When the imperial army occupied there, there was indeed a legend of a 'prophet'."

Even if it was just a roar from the void spirit, he could hear the meaning behind this sentence.

Different regions of Shurima have very different accents, and even the same noun has different names.

In the Keneser area, Meredith is called 'Mereteth', a very flat pronunciation.

Among all the regions of Shurima, only the Amacra people pronounced the word ‘Maradish’.

It was a city near the coast of Shurima, currently under the rule of Noxus, and was one of the first desert cities to establish Noxtora.

“Ah! I came from the void! I will eventually return to the void.”

The huge void spirit continued to roar, and he expressed his denial of what Ryan said.

Ryan did not answer it immediately. After noticing that Kassa was still at ease, he spoke again:

"Let me think about the story I heard at that time."

"Legend has it that there is a prophet who can see through the future and lives in seclusion in Amakra. He often walks in the streets of the city dressed as a desert traveler and predicts the future fate of others. He has almost never made mistakes in the cases he has predicted."

Ryan narrated in a brisk tone. When he said this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his tone was actually full of praise:

"Excellent time talent. If you were born in the Icathia period, you might be able to become a mage councilor there."

"Icathia. Embrace the Void. They are. Pioneers." The Void roared intermittently, and his voice actually revealed piety.

"The Void, the forbidden power they discovered, this power can devour everything, and even in their eyes, it can defeat the most powerful Shurima. So what are you pursuing?"

Ryan stood in mid-air, looking at the huge Void in front of him with a smile.

He didn't know whether the other party was fearless or had no spiritual talent.

If their identities were reversed, he would destroy the soul in the body of the virtual spirit immediately.

As souls, they can share information in an instant even if they are half a continent apart.

He has personally felt this.

However, this kind of transmission is not without traces

The more frequent the transmission, the easier it is to be spied on.

"Void. All. Final. Destination. Void. Means equality!"

The eyes of the Void Spirit flashed with fear, and the long tail behind it slapped the ground, roaring and describing its thoughts.

Ryan was standing in front of it, but it could not see any trace of the future. This was the first time it had encountered such a situation except for the void.

"Void? Is it worthy of being the final destination of material life?" Ryan's mouth was foolish, "All material life was swallowed up, and it can indeed be regarded as an equal death. But can this include you and me?"

With the help of the power of the empire, Sindra collected all the information about the "prophet" and finally summarized it and passed it to him.

Among them, of course, it also included the "prophet legend" of Amacla.

The prophet was not only happy to help others see through the future, he would also collect mundane material rewards.

At first, he only needed a few pieces of black bread as a reward for the poor, and he would not ask for too much.

However, things will not always develop so simply.

As his fame gradually spread, the fees charged for divination became more and more expensive, and even later, only a car full of jewelry could be exchanged for a divination opportunity.

When his fame reached its peak, the prophet disappeared from Amakra.

But soon after, his figure appeared in various regions of Shurima, including the desert where there was no way to find it, and the ruins of ancient Shurima.

Only those who are destined can see his true face and see their own future.

Until he approached Icathia, there was no news at all.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Ryan looked at the Void calmly, analyzing the other party's intelligence in his mind.

The Void with only power is not terrible, and the prophet who can only see through the small future but has no power is just a small figure.

But when the two come together, they become a threat to the empire.

Perhaps Ryan's previous questions were too sharp or complicated, the huge ethereal remained silent for a long time, and even its tail stopped beating the ground.

It roared again:

"Void. Equality and I am already. A member of the void. You, embrace, void. You, will. Become a new god!"

Hearing this, Ryan's calm expression became more interested.

It seems that the void is not the only special case of "prophet". Such words should not be said by the "prophet", but most likely come from the existence behind the other party.

Sometimes, with the support of an entire empire, the resources mobilized are unimaginable for ordinary people.

For example, if he wants to get news about the "prophet", it will take only a few days to know all the traces of his appearance.

At the same time, the empire will conduct a special analysis for this purpose and establish a comprehensive analysis file on the character of "prophet".

Of course, almost every important person related to the empire has similar summaries and records. And all character files are stored in the safest place in the empire.

In the reference given by Swain and the Empire's think tank, the 'prophet' is a 'saint' who sees through the world.

Because he can see through the future fate of others, because he has experienced a leap from the bottom to the top, and because of the gap in wealth

, the 'prophet' can predict things that ordinary people can hardly see through.

At that time, Swain conveyed a passage according to his own character:

'If people who see through everything do not have their own beliefs, then they will long for the world to come to an end. '

In the eyes of the 'prophet', there will be no concept of superiority and inferiority, and he will think that these should not exist.

Therefore, the assumption that he becomes a god is impossible in itself.

If there is no more powerful and magical existence behind the 'prophet', then it can only be that he has seen his own future, and he really became a void god in the future.

Two possibilities correspond to two extremely interesting results.

Ryan's mouth corners slightly raised, his facial features relaxed, and he seemed to feel a long-lost pleasure.

Magic is a way to maintain his endless curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and in front of him, it seems that many unknown mysteries are slowly being revealed.

"Void God, I'm curious about how powerful they are."

The Void seemed to sense the disdain in Ryan's words, staring at him with wide eyes and roaring. The dark eyes with purple light burned with the tyranny of destroying the world:

"Void. God can devour the world!"

"So confident, then I want to see how it will destroy us."

Ryan chuckled mockingly, and then his tone became cold and hard, adding:

"The ancestors of Freljord fought against you earlier, and then under the glory of ancient Shurima, the void was forcibly repelled. Haha, you really can't learn a lesson."

Ryan's face suddenly became indifferent, he raised his chin slightly, his figure was upright and floating in the air, and his robe behind him was as cold and hard as a flag.

At this moment, the supreme authority of the Noxian Empire was fully reflected in him, that was the majesty engraved in the bones.

The next moment, the rune light in his eyes seemed to penetrate the soul of the virtual spirit and directly glimpse the other party's true whereabouts.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes were directed towards the depths of Icathia, the mighty magic in his body was ready to go, and he snorted coldly:

"My empire and I are waiting for your invasion, Void!"

His words seemed to penetrate the limits of space and landed directly in the real area where the 'prophet' was.

There, a large void passage was open, through which a human figure could be seen standing on the other side of the void plane.

Almost every minute and every second, this void passage was slowly expanding. Although the speed was very slow, if there were no limits, it would one day be able to carry the arrival of the void.

"Ryan Meredith."

Deeper than the human figure, countless shadows seemed to be lurking in the void.

One of them seemed to move, and then a simple and chaotic Icathian language came:

"Void, hello to you!"