The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

The real end...

Ai Wanxin lowered her thick eyelashes to hide the cold light flashing in her eyes.

From the depths of memory, an extremely unpleasant fragment surged up from the muddy seabed.

[The real doomsday will come when the Son of the Stars reigns.]

This is one of the three prophecies that Michael obtained from the Nebula Well in his previous life with his endless life and half of his power.

The feeling of suffocation tightened around her internal organs like a poisonous snake. In her previous life, had she also been bound by the shackles of morality because of this prophecy, and even had to sign an unbreakable oath with the Federal Parliament?

Ai Wanxin looked up at Quan Zhengyu who was looking at her eagerly and said, “You two better be talking about different things.”

Quan Zhengyu had originally looked smug, thinking that the bait was sweet enough, but when Ai Wanxin's cold gaze swept over him, the corners of his lips froze instantly, and he could not help but shiver, and an unreasonable thought popped up in his mind.

The guide before him might be even stranger and more dangerous than the island itself.

At this time, they had been brought to an arched doorway on the second floor of a square building. While Quan Zhengyu was stunned, a metal arm with a cold silver-gray light cut between the two of them and pushed him back without any explanation.

Quan Zhengyu took three steps back like a falling leaf, and his lower back hit the papyrus-shaped columns before he could barely stand firm.

Although Quan Zhengyu was over 50 years old, he was a sentry after all, and he was pushed away by a robot like a child.

He could not hide the shock in his eyes. Looking at Ai Wanxin who was blocked by the robot and was about to walk into the doorway, he was afraid that he would never be able to catch up with her if they separated. He hurriedly stepped forward again. Just as he took half a step, the muzzle of the robot's electromagnetic gun, which was flashing blue light, was suddenly aimed at his forehead.

The warning was clear enough without saying a word.

Quan Zhengyu raised his hands, hunched his shoulders and said repeatedly: "No, no, no, don't shoot, I won't move."

The muzzle of the robot's gun swung to the side very quickly, indicating that he should go to the next room. Quan Zhengyu had no choice but to move two steps to the side slowly.

"Let him come over." Ai Wanxin said slowly in the dark shadow of the doorway behind the tall robot.

Quan Zhengyu turned around suddenly and saw that the robot, which had been cold-blooded just now, paused, lowered its gun, and stepped to the side, making way for a passage that was one person wide.

Quan Zhengyu's chin dropped an inch like a puppet, and he drove his body, which was stiffer than a robot, and followed Ai Wanxin into the dark doorway in amazement.

A light blue electromagnetic light barrier rose from the ground almost right next to his heels, completely sealing the entrance.

The light bar provided the only source of light for the narrow room, and Quan Zhengyu quickly scanned the environment in the room.

The rectangular hut was four meters square, and was sealed on three sides except for the door they had just entered. There was nothing in the room, no table or chairs, not to mention food and water.

Besides them, there were three other people in the room: a middle-aged couple huddled together, and a skinny little boy who was dirty all over, with mud all over his face and hair that looked like it had been chewed by a dog. He looked to be no more than sixteen years old, and his pair of distinct black and white eyes looked at them carefully and vigilantly.

None of them looked very capable of fighting, so Quan Zhengyu didn't pay much attention to them. He rubbed his hands together, leaned in front of Ai Wanxin, and asked in a low voice: "How did you do it? The robot actually listened to you?"

Ai Wanxin said indifferently: "Don't ask about things that you shouldn't ask about."

The more rude she was to Jeon Jung-woo, the more respectful his attitude became. It was probably related to national characteristics and was difficult to change.

Quan Zhengyu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you are right."

"But there is one thing you can know." Ai Wanxin stared at him coldly, "I can let them let you in, and I can also let them take you away."

Quan Zhengyu's heart skipped a beat and he understood the unspoken meaning of her words. She could let the robot take her away, but she could also let the robot kill her.

Quan Zhengyu swallowed hard and forced a smile, "I understand. I understand."

"Very good. Now you can tell me what the real doomsday is, the news you paid a huge price for."

Quan Zhengyu showed an embarrassment on his face. He no longer cared to use the intelligence officers' rhetoric to cover up the source of the information. This was the last trump card in his hand. Was he going to give it up so easily?

But without saying anything, Quan Zhengyu looked at Ai Wanxin's indifferent and cold eyes, and had no doubt that she might throw herself to those tough and cold robots in the next second.

Quan Zhengyu frowned, glanced at the other three people in the room, and said in a low voice: "It's not convenient to talk here. When we enter the central island and there are no outsiders around, I--"

Ai Wanxin ignored him and turned to look towards the doorway.

Quan Zhengyu followed her gaze and turned back, then suddenly fell silent. A tall black shadow appeared outside the pale blue light barrier. Seeing the robot coming back as if to open the gate, he hurriedly said, "The real doomsday will come soon. Only by boarding the Atlantis solar ship can we survive the doomsday and go to the other side of light. Only the highest leaders of various countries are qualified to board the solar ship. I am the presidential candidate with the highest public support in Gaodanluo. I can find a way to take you up."

Quan Zhengyu couldn't help looking back, and finally saw the shadow at the door disappear. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed this test, and asked carefully: "This is the situation, I wonder what you think?"

He couldn't see any emotion in Ai Wanxin's eyes and could only wait without breathing.

In fact, Ai Wanxin's face was about to wrinkle. Were they making some kind of variant of Noah's Ark? And how come the real doomsday was about to come soon? Did they know something, or were they just planning to cause trouble?

It seems that this is all Quan Zhengyu knew. He spent money to buy this news from their presidential palace. He was not among those who could board the ship, so he took great pains to squeeze into the ferry and run to the inner island, hoping to see if there was a chance to board the so-called Sun Boat.

"I understand." Ai Wanxin said briefly.

Quan Zhengyu waited for a long time, but only got such an ambiguous reply. How could this be acceptable?

He asked unwillingly: "What about boarding the ship...?"

Ai Wanxin chuckled: "Do you know what the solar boat is and why are you going to board it?"

Quan Zhengyu was stunned and asked in confusion: "What is...what is it?"

The boy who had been silent all the time whispered: "In ancient times, the solar boat was used to transport the pharaoh's mummies to the pyramids for burial. It was a means of transportation to the underworld and was not a good thing..."