If it's not her own power, then … it's an external force? Oliveta stared at Sunders in bewilderment.
Sunders lowered his hat. His cold and narrow eyes were covered by shadows. "Of course, this is only a guess. It's also possible that it's Nitotep's own power. However, if it's the power of its own body, then with its almost invincible nature, there will definitely be stricter restrictions. "
Monkey neither agreed nor shook his head. "Even if there's an external force, we can't know the details. We can only treat it as Nitotep's own power.
"However, just as you said, whether it is external forces or her own strength, the strength that Nitotep has shown so far is enough to crush us. But it didn't do so, so there must be a limit to this power. "At this point, Monchi turned to Maher and said," You go and call Lucci. "
Soon, a wizard wearing a robe similar to that of the Holy Church came to them.
His face was young, and his skin was as smooth as a baby's. However, he had a pair of eyes that seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of life, and a head of white hair that looked like dried weeds.
Youth and age. Two different natures seemed to be fused together on him.
Strangely enough, there were twelve round clocks embedded in his robe, each of which had a different design. Some looked ridiculous, some looked fake, and some looked plain. If one looked closely, they would notice that the hour hand of each clock was pointing at two hours, while the minute hand and second hand were at the starting point.
"Pendulum Clock" Lucci, a level-1 Prophet who worshipped the Wheel of Time.
Lucci was the one who used Good Luck and Bad Luck to calculate the truth of Angor's plan to purge the humans.
"Mister Monkey, the Wheel of Time of the Abyss is hidden in the void. We still can't see Olucia's future. " As Lucci spoke, his slender fingers moved a clock that mimicked the sun and moon. With this move, he made a full circle.
"The Wheel of Time of the Abyss is affected by the Great Demon God. It's not easy to figure it out. Thank you."
Lucci lowered his head. "It's my honor to serve you, Mister Monkey."
Monchi's eyes flashed with gratification: "I called you over this time not because of Olucia. I hope you can figure out Nitotep's limitations and weaknesses. "
Monchi told Lucci about Nitotep's speculations that they had talked about before.
Lucci's face was a little embarrassed. "There is too little useful information. It will be difficult to find a weakness. However, I will try my best. "
Lucci began to make a prophecy. His prophecy was extremely strange. Three pairs of hands stretched out from his back. A total of eight arms, like a phantom, moved the round bell on his body.
As he moved, images of different time points appeared in Lucci's eyes like bubbles. However, many times when Lucci wanted to observe, he would encounter a situation where the bubble would burst and he couldn't measure it. This was a result of insufficient information and Nitotep's strength being too strong.
"Eight arms? A Naga Bloodline?" Sunders noticed Lucci's change in shape.
Meng Qi nodded. "That's right, it's an Eight-Armed Naga."
"It seems that Sir Monchi has nurtured him quite a bit." Sunders commented. An Eight-Armed Naga was one of the strongest Naga demons. Most of them were as strong as a level-2 or level-3 truth-finder wizard. Lucci should not be able to hunt down a demon like this. The only explanation was that Monchi did it.
Monchi only smiled without saying anything.
A moment later, Lucci opened his eyes and slowly withdrew the three pairs of arms behind his back.
Lucci sighed and shook his head at Monchi, "Nitotep's Wheel of Time is covered by layers of bubbles. If you want to spy on it, all you can see is the endless deep sea … Sorry, there is too little information. I can't make a cross-level prediction."
Monchi was a little disappointed. "Looks like we have to use something more powerful to force our way through."
He was planning to use this trump card to deal with the demon god's army after capturing Olucia. However, it seemed that he underestimated these demons. He had no choice but to use it now.
Monchi was about to tell Maher to use his new trump card when Oliveta suddenly spoke up. "I think I just remembered something important …"
Oliveta closed her eyes and tried to think quickly.
As someone who could pick out the most eye-catching news from thousands of sources, she turned Firefly's Nighttale from an ordinary publication into a best-selling magazine for every witch. Oliveta had her own talent. She had a special intuition that allowed her to pick out important clues from the jumble of information.
She only used Harpy Breeze's eyes to see what was going on in the clouds for a few seconds, but she still managed to gather a lot of information in her mind.
If there was really someone helping Nitotep, it might be one of the pieces of information she gathered. Even if there was no direct help, there must be something that could influence the information.
Both Monchi and Lucci looked at Oliveta. If Oliveta could find something important, she might be able to improve her prophecy.
"Is it because of her long dress with a story embroidered on it? No, it's just a story about salvation. Is it because of her entangled tentacles? No, the tentacles are part of her body. Is it because of her bracelet? No … "A lot of information went through Oliveta's mind. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise in her head.
Pitter patter patter.
Her intuition told her that there was something wrong with the sound.
"But what's so strange about the sound? Isn't it just the sound of raindrops … 'Livita thought doubtfully. Suddenly, her pupils shrank.' No, that sound isn't coming from the rain. It's coming from the mouth full of sharp teeth that killed the Light Wind Siren! It must be it … Who is it? Who is it?! "
Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. She opened her eyes and looked at Monchi. "I think I know what that external force is, but I'm not too sure."
Lucci looked at her with a calm and distant gaze: "Miss Oliveta, you must trust your intuition. Most of the time, when I'm making judgments, my intuition is the most important part of my reference information. "
Perhaps Lucci's calm and comfortable voice soothed Oliveta's chaotic emotions. She nodded to Lucci: "Thank you."
"Don't worry about it. I can judge whether it's right or wrong." Lucci said.
Oliveta thought for a moment and said her judgment: "The umbrella."
"Nitotep's umbrella … I don't think it's right."
When Maher heard this, he seemed to have thought of something. He stepped forward and said, "Samantha mentioned that the handle of the umbrella had a mouth, and it kept muttering 'pitter patter patter' … Now that you mention it, something does sound off. Pitter patter is an onomatopoeia used to simulate raindrops, and raindrops come from rain clouds!"
"If that's the case, I'll use the 'umbrella' as a signal to activate the Wheel of Time again." With that, three pairs of arms emerged from Lucci's back.
…
"Is that really an umbrella?" Angor looked at Canaan in confusion. Canaan knew Nitotep better than anyone else here.
Canaan also saw what happened on the floating ice through the illusion.
"I don't know. Nitotep never did anything big in Rasudran before. But I do know that she always carries that umbrella with her." Canaan shook her head.
Angor stole a glance at Fafnir, who spoke in a cold tone, "I'm not interested in octopuses. But your professor is right. Nitotep is much stronger than other demons. That's not normal."
Canaan nodded and said, "If Nitotep is so powerful, not only can she crush humans, she can also crush other Great Demons. Then the Void Tower will probably be completely under her control. But Nitotep didn't do that. Clearly, she can't do that. "
"Maybe she just doesn't want to fight her own kind," Angor muttered.
"You still don't know enough about demons, Mister Fafnir. Especially a demon who can take control of the Void Tower, which means it's worth more than dividing it into seven parts. Why would she let other demons have it? " Canaan used to live in the world of natives, so she knew that Abyss Dwellers were just like humans. They all pursued the so-called friendliness and rules. Canaan did the same when she first came to Demon City. But what happened? Her dorsal fin would be chopped off by other demons as soon as it was born.
The world of demons was much crueler than humans.
Canaan sighed. While answering Angor's question, she recalled a lot of things. A series of images were dug out from the depths of her memory box. Canaan even forgot some of them.
For example, the memory of her father.
Maybe Canaan purposely buried these memories, but they still came to her mind uncontrollably.
Strange and bizarre images filled with sadness, frustration, and anger kept flashing in front of her eyes.
Suddenly, Canaan seemed to have seen something.
"An umbrella?" Canaan was surprised.
Angor looked back. "What's wrong? What umbrella? "
"Mother seemed to have once told me that Father left because of an umbrella … In the depths of the Abyss, there is an ocean whose source and end are unknown. That is the paradise of the ocean demons. At some point in time, an umbrella floated above that ocean."
"And then?" What's so special about it? "
"I don't know. Mother said that my father wanted that umbrella, so he left."
"You're saying this is Nitotep's umbrella?"
Canaan shook her head again. "Maybe, maybe not. But I know one thing. Like my father, Nitotep is an ocean demon born in that sea. "
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