Chapter 1185
is bugged.
Chapter 1185 is bugged.
The current situation is developing in a truly bizarre and unexpected way. Just a moment ago, the world was collapsing, gods were falling, fleets were being destroyed, and chaos was intervening. But now, in the center of the battlefield, there is a giant bird that is making mysterious prophecies while undermining each other, and it is even having a serious conversation with me.
Xia Xiu couldn't help but ask another interesting question.
"Which of you was telling the truth in the previous questions?"
The bird's head on the left: "It's me!"
The bird's head on the right: "It's me!"
Xia Xiu then asked, "What does 1+1 equal?"
The bird's head on the left: "Logically speaking, according to normal mathematical logic, without much expansion or extension, its answer is 2."
The bird head on the right: "I don't think you should ask such a boring question."
Hmm... I must say, this big bird in front of me is quite amusing, and it's very clever; it might use part of the truth to create a lie.
Inside the Son of God, Xia Xiu looked at Carlos's two distinctly different bird heads, then asked in a somewhat casual tone:
"But I'm a little curious... why haven't you run yet?"
His tone held a hint of mockery.
"Aren't you afraid I'll just kill you right now?"
As soon as the question was asked, Carlos's two bird heads moved almost simultaneously, with the left bird speaking first.
"escape?"
It even chuckled softly.
"Future ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom, you seem to have a slight misunderstanding about my abilities."
The bird's head slowly raised its head, its tone as if proclaiming some grand destiny.
“I am not someone who survives by running away, because for me, time itself is a river that has already been written. I have already seen all possible futures, so whether I leave or stay, it is just an insignificant choice in the long scroll of fate.”
"In other words—I can leave here at any time if I want, because no power can truly bind a prophet who can see the future. Your attack, your legion, and even the causal structure of the entire battlefield are nothing more than a script I have read countless times."
It tilted its head slightly.
"So the reason I'm still standing here is not because I can't leave."
The bird's head revealed a meaningful smile.
"It's not because I don't want to leave."
The voice just fell.
The bird's head on the right suddenly let out a soft laugh.
It was a smile that carried a hint of helplessness, or even a sense of resignation.
It shook its head and looked at the Son of God.
“Okay, I don’t think we need to make this sound so grand.”
Its tone was noticeably more genuine than the other head's.
"First of all, you really can't kill me, at least not now, because my master won't allow it to happen. My master is usually very protective of his own in certain matters, especially when he feels that he hasn't used up all his pawns yet."
The bird's head slowly swayed its neck.
"Secondly, I am not so easy to kill. The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord is inherently difficult to completely eliminate. Even if the body is destroyed, it will only change its shell and continue to exist. So even if you really make a move, the most likely result will be that I will just go back and grow a new body."
"As for why I'm still standing here..."
The bird's head gazed into the distant void.
"The reason is actually quite simple. If I go back now, I will most likely be caught by my master and endlessly exploited. You may not understand how our Lord of the Deceptive Path works, but to put it simply, He will put me in front of the loom of fate and make me predict the future without stopping, and then make those unfortunate scribes write everything down."
Its tone clearly carried a hint of fatigue.
"So before that, I actually wanted to stay a little longer and feel the air of the real universe, since such opportunities are rare."
At this point, it suddenly looked at Xia Xiu again, its gaze becoming somewhat meaningful.
"As for the third reason..."
The bird's head tilted its head slightly.
"It's just a chat. I rarely have the opportunity to communicate face-to-face with someone like you because the lines of your future are extremely complex, and..."
A strange light flashed deep within its pupils.
"If I were to have a few words with you now, I might leave a small thought in your mind, and that thought might become a nail that determines the course of your destiny at some crucial moment in the future."
It chuckled softly.
"The most interesting thing about predicting the future is that sometimes all it takes is a single sentence to change destiny."
Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly. The line between what the two bird heads said and what was not necessarily true was very blurry. Sometimes, what is called a lie is actually just a partial view of the truth, which is then confused by wording and ambiguity. The other party clearly wanted to chat with him now, seemingly intending to make this conversation part of a psychological test.
"Oh, so you're going to guide me to ask a crucial question. What is that crucial question? Do you want me to figure it out myself, or are you going to present it directly? For example, am I just a heretic on the chessboard of heaven? Or do you want me to worry about some kind of conspiracy theory?"
Carlos's two heads swayed slowly, the left head opening first, its voice deep and rhythmic:
"You will become the ruler of the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven in the future, but before that, if the Kingdom of Heaven now regards you as a heretic and executes you, it will be beneficial for humanity to maintain the stability of the existing order. Your ambition will only make the Kingdom of Heaven an enemy of the whole world."
The person on the right spoke with a slightly flippant tone, their eyes flashing with a cold light:
"You will become the Lord of the lineage of Heaven, and you will lead humanity to greatness. Everything you are experiencing now is just a trial on the way to that future."
The two heads spoke in tandem, as if a single voice was echoing in both ears simultaneously, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. Yet, each sentence seemed to be prying open a nerve in Xia Xiu's heart that had never been touched before.
Then they spoke again, their voices slightly low and cautious, the left head slowly saying:
"However, what we need to focus on now are your sons. Their importance is beyond your imagination, because the Four Lords of Chaos have already been secretly making their plans, and every decision you make will affect their growth trajectory."
The right side of the head adds:
"Regarding your sons, they will determine your destiny in the future. Every choice and every action may change the path you were destined to take. And you must understand that these influences have already been observed and recorded by us, and are just waiting for time to pass."
Xia Xiu suddenly realized that this was where they were waiting for him.
What's wrong with my sons?
The head on the left slowly opened its mouth in a low voice, the sound seemingly piercing through the veins of the ether, steady yet carrying an irresistible pressure:
“Every perfect embryo is an extension of your will. Their bodies and souls are closely linked to your plans, operating like countless gears and levers. Some reconstruct enemy formations on the battlefield with extremely precise execution, while others collect information and resources from all the worlds behind the scenes with extraordinary knowledge.”
Their existence is the cornerstone for the expansion of your ambitions and great undertakings. Once you express any intention, they can put it into reality in the shortest possible time, without waiting or hesitation.
Their power stems from their inherent potential, enabling you to mobilize six embryos under extreme conditions. They become embodiments of your will, facilitating the expansion of your territory, the execution of your war plans, and even simultaneous operations across multiple dimensions, trapping your enemies in dire straits.
The head on the right side opened slightly, carrying a hint of mockery and warning, its deep voice echoing in Xia Xiu's heart:
"Among your sons, there will be a traitor in the future—"
"The rift that my lord did not foresee will appear at the most critical moment. He or she will secretly oppose your will, perhaps out of selfishness, perhaps out of fear, or perhaps because they are swayed by the power of others. This betrayal is not a simple act of defection, but will disrupt your carefully laid plans in all the heavens and the myriad worlds. Their actions will cast an unpredictable shadow in key battles or power struggles."
The only thing you can do is to perceive these latent variables and reserve space in your will so that when the cracks appear, you can still use your wisdom and strength to regain control of the situation. Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to accomplish the glorious undertaking you envision.
Inside the body of the Son of God, Xia Xiu listened to the prophecy, a mix of truth and falsehood, but his heart remained completely unmoved.
"traitor?"
His voice was not loud, but it carried a calmness that bordered on indifference.
"Who are you talking about?"
There was a brief moment of silence in the void.
The bird on the left moved first.
It tilted its head slightly, its feathers fluttering gently in the air, its black pupils seeming to gaze at Xia Xiu through countless fragments of the future, and its voice became low and mysterious.
Who will be the traitor?
It slowly smiled.
“Future ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, you should know very well that the truly dangerous betrayals never come from those who were your enemies from the beginning, but often from those you trust the most, rely on the most, and are even the most proud of.”
The bird's head slowly unfurled one wing, as if tracing the trajectory of some destiny in the void.
"Perhaps that person is your most valued child, the one who fought alongside you, expanded your territory, and was even regarded as your successor. Because it is precisely such a person who has the best chance to get close to you, understand you, and even betray you at some crucial moment."
It squinted slightly.
"And when that moment truly arrives, you may find that everything you created, the power you bestowed, and the glory you established have become the sharpest weapon of that betrayal."
Just as it finished speaking, the bird's head on the right suddenly frowned sharply.
He was genuinely frowning.
The bird's face, which had previously held a hint of mockery, suddenly revealed a clear look of confusion. It even lowered its head slightly, as if it were re-examining a certain timeline.
"and many more."
It murmured something.
"No, no, ah, yes, yes, yes."
The bird's head suddenly raised its head, and a rare look of doubt flashed in its eyes.
"That's not how the script was written."
It stared at Xia Xiu.
"Strange...there's something unexpected going on."
At this point, its tone became noticeably serious.
"In the future I just saw, there should have been a very clear fork in the road, a fork that would have led to a change in an extremely important outcome, but now... that timeline has suddenly become blurred."
The bird's head slowly shook its head.
"It didn't disappear."
"It was rewritten."
It looked at Xia Xiu again.
"The most crucial variable... seems to have been altered by something."
"But I can't see the present, so I don't know—who exactly did it."
Faced with Carlos's contradictory stance, Xia Xiu couldn't tell whether Carlos was pretending to be sweet or genuinely sweet this time.
He didn't continue to dwell on those prophecies that were difficult to verify, because he had vaguely realized that Carlos's language itself was a labyrinth—every word could be true, and every word could also be just a patchwork of future fragments. If he continued to get entangled in those questions, he would most likely just be led astray by the other party.
So he changed direction.
A simpler, more direct question.
"Hey, Carlos."
The mechanical chest of the Son of God vibrated slightly, and his voice spread out through spiritual conduction.
"I have a question for you."
There was a pause.
Do you know—where I came from?
The moment the words left his mouth.
Carlos's two bird heads froze simultaneously.
It's not the kind of pause that occurs when you're thinking.
Instead, it was as if some precisely operating device had suddenly jammed, its entire body frozen in the void, even the flapping of its wings stopped.
The pupil of the bird's head on the left suddenly contracted.
It opened its mouth.
However, he did not immediately utter a complete sentence.
"you from--"
Its sounds suddenly became extremely chaotic.
"From the past... no, that's right, not the past, because your trajectory isn't in any recorded history... perhaps it's the future... no, that's not right either, because your starting point isn't in the future timeline either..."
The bird-headed creature spoke faster and faster.
"Is that another world? A severed branch of the universe? A variable inserted from the outside? One? One?"
It suddenly stopped.
It's like a logical loop has gotten stuck in a deadlock.
"That's not right."
"You are neither the past nor the future."
"You come from a—"
Its sound suddenly stopped.
"From a world that doesn't exist in this causal chain... No, which world was destroyed? But it's still here. What is it, and why is it biting each other? Where are the people... reincarnating?"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The other bird's head suddenly raised its head.
The head on the right, which had initially carried a somewhat playful expression, now became unusually serious. It stared intently at Xia Xiu, as if re-examining some kind of theological coordinates.
"and many more."
It said in a low voice.
"This description is incorrect."
The bird's head suddenly changed its tone.
"You are more like—the chosen one."
Its voice became low.
"The anointed one of Eden...of the Kingdom of Heaven..."
It suddenly paused for a moment.
"No, that's not right."
"Perhaps it's not heaven."
The bird's pupils contracted violently.
"It could also be the will of flesh and blood... the desire for flesh... no, that's not right... or some kind of shattered, colossal deity... a broken church... no—"
It suddenly started to get chaotic too.
"These futures are in conflict with each other."
Why is this happening?
The voices of the two bird heads suddenly overlapped.
"The future is collapsing."
"The past is also collapsing."
Carlos's entire body suddenly began to tremble slightly.
The ether around it seemed to be squeezed by some invisible pressure, becoming viscous, and even slowly rotating ripples appeared in the void, as if time itself was being forcibly stirred.
The voice of the two-headed giant bird also began to come out intermittently.
"mistake."
"mistake."
The bird's head on the left: "This problem is a bit complicated. I need to go back and think about it carefully."
The bird head on the right: "This problem is full of contradictions. I need to go back to Chuanbiantian and think it over."
The next second, a rotating etheric vortex suddenly split open in the void. Before Carlos could even utter a complete sentence, his entire giant bird body was sucked into the vortex, and his wings, runes, and chaotic aura were all dragged into it in an instant.
This issue seems to have triggered a bug in Carlos's mechanism, causing it to overload its CPU and prompting it to immediately retreat to [Chuanbiantian] to settle down.
Xia Xiu: "..."
So this two-headed bird has a bug.
If I or someone else encounters this two-headed bird nagging in the future, can we continue to use this question to exploit its bug?