The Wyvern Knight's gaze fell on the Usulan Prophet again. He immediately jumped off his wyvern, walked to the tree, and reached out a hand.
The tree root, riddled with holes, released water like a faucet.
The knight caught a handful of water and returned to Usulan's side, splashing it onto Usulan's face.
The prophet jolted awake and instinctively raised a hand, ready to unleash Psychic Power against an attack, only to discover that he was perfectly safe.
Only then did the prophet remember that he had not died at all.
Seeing Qin Mo standing nearby, squinting at him, and recalling how he had been giving Qin Mo his last words earlier...
Usulan could not hold it together any longer and revealed a smile of extraordinarily complicated meaning.
"Prophet." The Wyvern Knight dropped to one knee before Usulan and bowed with utmost respect.
Usulan put away his smile and looked at the knight before him. With the bearing of a powerful prophet of an Ark World, he asked, "Are you from Pandora's Nami Tribe?"
"Yes." The Wyvern Knight answered reverently.
Qin Mo was not surprised to see this Savage Eldar, who belonged to an entirely different faction from the Ark Eldar, treating Usulan with such respect.
The Savage Eldar relied heavily on the Ark Eldar's protection. The two sides also exchanged goods and resources, and their relationship had always been excellent.
The reason Usulan was respected here was clearly because he had done quite a lot for this planet called Pandora.
Pandora...
Thinking of that, Qin Mo could not help grumbling inwardly: I always thought the Savage Eldar were pretty much Avatar. This universe actually has a savage world called Pandora. Seriously...
"We're done for." Usulan looked at Qin Mo. "We're seventeen thousand light-years away from your sector."
"Aisha's Prayer