The two found Kassadin and Taliyah in the antique alley. They saw Kassadin rewarding him with a copper coin, making them rush to tell the news they had heard.

Then, Kassadin organized the news he heard and passed it on to the two of them.

"The predecessor was named Marzaha. At first, he just used divination in Amakra, and in exchange for wealth, he became a well-known prophet in the local area. Later, he suddenly disappeared mysteriously for a few years. When he reappeared, he seemed to have become a different person and began to show miracles frequently."

"It is rumored that he led the caravan to pass through Kaliksai, who was entrenched by Eksai, to drive away evil spirits for the residents who were snatching evil illusions, and to subdue monsters to bring peace to people. He did a lot of things, but he didn't want money, as long as people offered living sacrifices. At first it was just what he asked, but later people worshipped under his miracle and voluntarily offered sacrifices."

"He also described a new world without endless suffering - just by offering himself as a living sacrifice to invisible power, he could lead to the realm of God and escape from the suffering cycle of reincarnation. His followers were increasing, and they were all frantically plundering living sacrifices or preaching for the prophets, in order to take them out of the sea of ​​suffering and to that brand new world."

Kahn shook his eyebrows and thought that the religious soil in this world is really fertile, and people's ideology is generally very backward.

"If I guess correctly, he said that in that world... not only does not have suffering, but also does not have happiness or enjoyment, even the concept of time has never existed, right?" Kahn said: "These so-called miracles are all directed and acted by Marzaha, fooling people's hearts."

"My little master, is there really such a place?" Taliyah asked, "No time?"

"Yes, this is the true void. Those believers thought they would go to the Pure Land to enjoy themselves after they died, but they didn't know there was nothing there."

Kasha answered for Kahn, his tone of confidence, even though she hadn't been there.

The nothingness of the void is no longer needed to be described, but in fact, even Marzaha himself has never been to the real void.

The people he promised would not go to the void after death, and their ends would be annihilation without exception.

"The cult is so scary..."

Thinking of so many people flying moths into the flames and helping Marzaha usher in the end of the world, Taliyah felt a chill on her back, as if she was staring at the warm purple light emitted by the three-eyed monsters.

In Taliyah's cognition, the void is deeper under the rock formations of the earth, deeper than the base of matter.

She still can't quite understand why life from another space appears in groups below the ground.

So she regarded the monster's rampant underground as the place of the void and the birthplace of the monster.

Then why, in such a place full of darkness and monsters, will there be people who are keen to continue?

"Will anyone believe such one-sided statements believing?" Taliyah was confused.

"The prophet has the final say on what the world will be like after death. No one can come back to expose his lies after experiencing annihilation." Kahn waved his hand.

"I remember that the first believers of the prophet were nomads. As long as he used the power given by the void to tear open the earth, summoned a nightmare creature, and took away anyone who dared to deny him, the rest would have to believe him."

"And with the first believers, it will be easier next."

"Under the crazy missionary of cultists, faith will spread in the desert like a plague."

"No need to direct and act in the prophet to create miracles to deceive people, people will deceive themselves."

"If it weren't for the wise Babayan in your tribe, and told you not to contact cults, your tribe might have become an accomplice of the prophets at this time."

Seeing that the little sparrow was already trembling with Kahn's words, Kasardin added another sentence, so she didn't have to worry too much.

"Now the prophet has not appeared easily, and he has left all his affairs to the believers to deal with, but there are rumors that he is planning to build a temple in the desert."

"State..." Kahn fell into deep thought: "I feel it should be more appropriate to call an altar."

"Continue to inquire about relevant information, and we will go to him when we reach a cooperation with Nathus."

There is only so much news about the prophet for the time being, and Taliyah also realized that the existence of the prophet would not only threaten the weaver tribe, but even the entire Shurima.

"I really hope Shiville can hear this too, so she might be willing to help us." She sighed.

"She? A mercenary who can't get up early without profit." Kahn walked to the north and replied casually: "Oh, by the way, Shiville disappeared early in the morning, where are she?"

"Go to find the elders in the city."

"Look, I just said, you can't get up early without profit."

The four continued to stroll on the street and then passed by the temple.

This is a temple of the sun left over from ancient times, made of cut square granite piled up. It was built by the craftsmen exiled by the lost Akasia.

The cutting and building of each stone are extremely accurate. There is no need for a drop of mortar when building it. The brand new stone is embedded with gold threads.

Although it is not as powerful temple as the heart of the Shurima Empire, it is already the best sun temple in the world.

At least it would not be so disgusting to the ascenator Nathus, who was crazy about ancient glory.

A huge sun disk was hanging on the top of the temple, with a full gold plated on the outside of the cooked copper, and was hung with thick finely ground marble columns with rope and satin.

Although the sun disk in front of me is huge, it can only be regarded as a toy for children compared to it.

The real sun disk is suspended in the air without any external force to cover the sky, and it is as if it were the sun at its peak.

But please don’t doubt that this is already the most restored imitation of the sun disc in Shurima.

Kahn noticed that two warriors were guarding the steps of the temple, and the helmets they wore attracted his thoughts.

The two helmets were feathered, and the beast's heads were shaped with brim of their hats, with prominent mouths and noses, one was the long kiss of a crocodile, and the other was the roaring jackal.

Among them, this jackal means the image of Nathers, who is the god warrior with the jackal head.

"Uncle, are there any jackal masks sold here?" Kahn had a whim.

"Yes, it's nearby." Kasardin took Kahn to buy a jackal mask, which was made of clay and covered with black ink.

Under the surprised gaze of others, Kahn broke the mask, leaving only a quarter of it, and put it on his left eye.

Finally, he took off the unsightly turban, Kahn was in a happy mood and the group returned to the station.
Chapter completed!