The Snake Organization was probably indeed a bunch of thrill-seeking, pleasure-loving, chaos-worshipping, cosmic-level terrorists. Their overall bent naturally leaned toward chaos. But to be fair, while its members certainly included scheming, gloomy hypocrites like King Vellent, they also had no shortage of bold, imposing men who valued dignity and the code of honor. In his previous life, Yu Lian had never actually dealt with a Snake Head of that type.
But clearly, Miss "Prophet" wasn't one of those.
Faced with her companion's accusation, she merely shouted in a matter-of-fact tone, "You couldn't get here in time, and now you're going to blame me? I'm under no obligation to wait for you! Besides, look over there. Why didn't you close the door? Why didn't you close it?"
The space gate that had just opened was only now beginning to collapse, but before it closed completely, two more figures had already squeezed through. One was none other than Mr. Stoneheart, still carrying the enormous bow that looked like a fusion of high technology and alchemy, straight out of science fiction. Five arrows condensed from psionic energy were nocked on it, and he landed with a graceful, drifting lightness that made him look almost like an immortal. If the big shot hadn't been a Nethian dragonkin, Yu Lian might have thought he was seeing one of the legendary elves.
...Incidentally, the Alliance did have a minority species called "elves." They were an exceptionally rare, long-lived people across the universe, and their appearance bore more than a passing resemblance to the elves in Earth's fantasy fiction from two lives ago.
However, these elves weren't ethereal little animal lovers or green-peace idealists, let alone delicate hot weapons. They were a naturally gifted, martial, psionically inclined species, whose talent for psionics even surpassed humanity's.
If their