Chapter 346 The Spirit of Words·Prophet

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 346 The Spirit of Words·Prophet

"prophet."

Ahmed walked into the worship room and saluted respectfully to the old man who was meditating.

"The saint likes this tribute very much. You did it well, Ehmed."

The prophet said to him with his back.

"It's my pleasure."

He crawled on the ground and said excitedly.

"The saint asked me to reward you well. As for how to reward, I still want to ask you your own opinions."

The prophet said gently.

"Ehmed dared not to ask for the greatest reward to be received by the prophet."

Ahmed said sincerely.

"Say whatever you want, don't hide it in front of me."

The prophet shook his head and said.

"If I can, I want to listen to the teachings of the saints."

He said carefully.

After the saint was born, he never left this mausoleum, and only the prophets were qualified to see him.

If it weren't for the fact that the Saint had indeed brought down several miracles and helped Banlitha to gain a foothold in the Swat Valley, everyone would have doubted whether He existed.

But even so, several big Shulas (Banlita's core leadership) also made some complaints about this.

Ahmed didn't have so many thoughts. He always admired the wisdom of the prophet, and he had always been a prophet.

However, if he could see that saint, his mind would be more stable.

After all, Banlita's actions have become increasingly powerful in recent years. Maybe one day he will defeat Kebuer and establish the country of Ching.

By that time, it would be too late to take the team again.

"The Saint is in a critical moment and cannot meet you for the time being."

The prophet shook his head and said.

"Yes, I get it."

Ahmed lowered his head in disappointment.

"You don't have to be disappointed. In a few days, the Holy One will get back some of His divine power. By then, you can witness the divine face."

The prophet comforted.

"Prophet, what should we do to help the saints get back the complete divine power? Do we need more Japanese mixed-race species?"

asked Ehmad.

"No, two are enough. Especially the second one, his blood is worth ten thousand ordinary sacrifices."

The prophet shook his head and said.

"Why still not?"

Ahmed asked in confusion.

"The pagan demigods cut off the divine power of the saint and sealed it with evil curses. Only by retrieving the divine power and breaking the seal above can the saint be completely revived."

The prophet explained.

"I would like to find divine power for the saints."

Ahmed volunteered.

"No hurry, I have sent someone to find the whereabouts of the seal, and I will send you there when I find the specific location."

The prophet said calmly.

Ahmed is a relatively capable person under his command and has a high loyalty. He will make a big contribution to him at that time.

"Prophet, can I dare to ask about the approximate location of the seal?"

Ahmed asked boldly.

Although he was not a direct subordinate of the prophet, he had also heard of this adult's character, and he liked his subordinates to say something directly.

"It's okay to tell you."

The prophet thought about it and wrote words composed of lines and black dots on the ground with his fingers.

"this"

Ahmed's eyes widened.

He originally thought that the seal should be in Araghan or Pakistan, but he didn't expect that it would be in the territory of that great Eastern country.

But it is normal to think about it. The Hami Gua Province in China is just separated from Arahant by a section of Wahan Corridor.

There are many similarities between the two places.

but

"Prophet, is it convenient for our people to go?"

Ahmed asked worriedly.

After the Olympics, China's international influence has increased day by day, and its control over border provinces has also increased.

Especially for Hami Melon Province, it is even more strict.

Their people go now, it is easy to beat dogs with meat buns.

"Just get messy."

The prophet said calmly.

He was about to reveal a little to win people's hearts when an inexplicable throbbing surged into his heart.

"This is."

He didn't care about Ehmed anymore, so he stood up suddenly and recited the mysterious scriptures.

The prophet is releasing the Spirit of Word!

Ahmed looked at the scene in front of him and was inexplicably excited.

The reason why the person in front of him can become a prophet is not only because of his knowledgeable and proficient teachings, but also because of his spirit of words.

Spirit of Words·Prophet.

Once this spirit of the word awakens, it cannot stop. It will have some vague premonitions from time to time, and both good and bad are good and bad.

And if you release it with all your might, you can see some future segments.

It was precisely because of this Spirit of Word that the prophet had taken the lead in finding the saint.

However, this Spirit of Word is extremely harmful to the body, so he rarely uses it.

But now, he had never seen such a strong whim in his life, and he could only be forced to release the Spirit of Word.

Countless streams flashed through the prophet's golden pupils. If the dynamic vision is strong enough, you can see clearly. It is a string of mysterious words that look like dragon texts but not dragon texts.

He himself entered a mysterious state, with countless pictures emanating from him, but they were not real.

The prophet endured the pain of his brain exploding and tried hard to find the way forward.

A picture was captured by his consciousness and formed in his mind.

"Let me see what you are?"

The prophet murmured to himself, spreading out the scroll in his consciousness.

A silver figure stood proudly on the mountain of corpse, and at the bottom of the mountain of corpse was a wingless giant dragon.

The man lowered his head, his eyes as if he had seen through illusion and reality.

The silver-armored warrior suddenly jumped high, and the huge sword as if it was about to split the prophet in half.

"ah!"

The prophet woke up from the Spirit of Word.

He ignored Ehmed who was beside him and pressed the caller in his sleeve.

"Prophet, what are your instructions?"

A man with a beard with a firm look in his eyes walked in and asked.

Ahmed saluted respectfully, knowing that this man was the prophet's personal guard captain and was in charge of the defense affairs of the base.
To be continued...