Although the old man still didn't know why the gods specifically asked him to investigate this mortal group, he still did it diligently.
Prophetic meeting.
A mortal group that suddenly emerged ten years ago.
It is a human organization with a population of about 20,000, members from different ethnic groups, and no national tendencies.
"It's just that unlike other well-known mortal groups, they have not received the support of gods... At least on the surface, they do not admit that they have received any assistance from any gods."
Although the Prophet would claim so,...
The old man grinned, as if sneering, and said:
"It's just that their lies were not believed by anyone."
Yes, no one will believe it.
Just looking back at all the results achieved by the Prophets and the deeds they created during this ten-year period, no one would believe it.
The Prophet's Society was once hunted by teams sent by three divine churches, and managed to escape at the cost of only one-tenth of its personnel, and would annihilate all three teams in the future.
The Prophets also participated in the jihad between the two kingdoms, successfully rescued five cities that were about to be massacred, and led the victims to escape from the battlefield.
He even led tens of thousands of mortals through the Desert of Death, and finally hid in it for a year, returning again when everyone thought they died there.
…
During these ten years, the Prophetic Society created events that could be called miracles.
If there was no divine guidance behind them, could those miracles really be created by themselves?
impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
It is simply impossible for a mere mortal to achieve those miracles!
Miracles belong only to gods!
It can never be created by mortals.
Unless... behind those miracles, there is the support of gods.
As long as the gods are placed in it, everything that is unreasonable will become reasonable.
How to know? Oracle.
How to escape? Oracle.
How to survive? Oracle.
Look, that’s right!
Therefore, in the general understanding of the church of gods, the Prophetic Society is actually a special force secretly guided by a certain god who does not want to show his face.
However, the reason for allowing the prophet to develop to this day is very simple.
Different gods and churches are checking and balancing each other, and no one is willing to be the one to take action first.
Before figuring out the true identity of the deity behind it, as long as the Prophetic Society has not violated their fundamental interests, most churches will choose to let the Prophetic Society continue to develop.
The more you talk and do, the more information you expose.
And the moment the gods behind the Prophets appeared, it was the day they were completely destroyed.
As for the omniscient prophet they say, he is actually a chosen one who is favored by the gods. Although rare, it is not impossible to see.
Even the old man's father is also a favored person of God. Only with his inherited ability can he hear the voice of God and become the only archbishop in this city.
The so-called prophet is just a clown who deceives the world and steals his reputation.
Wanting to raise his head to look at the gods, the old man felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Now, is it time to take action?
"...My Lord, does the church need to punish the Prophet?"
This is not to speculate on the will of the gods, but a bishop providing the gods with an excuse to speak at the right time.
"My slave is stupid, please kindly give me instructions."
He knelt on the ground, gently pressed his forehead to the ground, and spoke humbly:
"Please give me your instructions."
Buzz——
Just as the old man expected, only a second later the gentle voice of God sounded in his ears again.
【do not worry about it.】
laugh!
puff!
Blood flowed from the eye sockets, gathered into bloody tears, and fell to the ground.
"...I understand!"
Although he heard the answer from the gods, the old man was not the one favored by the gods after all, and his old and decaying body had reached the edge of collapse.
Seemingly sensing the believer's crisis, the god neither sad nor happy issued an order:
【Leave.】
【Go and continue your mission.】
"Thank you for your tolerance, then I...resign."
The old man stood up tremblingly, saluted reluctantly towards the still empty wall, then turned and left.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally left the room and saw the waiter waiting outside the door.
"grown ups……"
The waiter wanted to say something, but the old man raised his hand to stop him.
Raising his head tremblingly, the old man looked towards the sky and said excitedly and incoherently:
"I heard it...Father, I heard it."
"Uuuu...the Lord has not abandoned you, no."
Then, the old man fainted from the extreme excitement and fell into the arms of the messenger who hurriedly opened his arms.
"Take the adults to find a doctor quickly! Hurry!"
"quick!!!"
After being lifted up, the old man showed a faint smile even in his coma.
"Lord, you still take care of me..."
Like a child, smiling reassuringly.
Crunch...click.
After the old man left, the door to the room slowly closed, and everything in the secret room seemed to return to how it was before.
The only thing that changed was the empty wall in the eyes of the old man.
From beginning to end, the old man never realized that the wall in front of him was not actually blank, but had a pale golden human-shaped shadow.
Likewise, he didn't notice the emotion contained in the shadow's eyes when he spoke.
That is not the kindness and tenderness that the world imagines the gods to have when they look at their beloved believers.
No, those beautiful emotions never appeared in it.
There was only coldness and indifference in those eyes.
God loves the world?
maybe.
At least, He is not the benevolent god that the old man imagined.
Shaking his head slightly, the shadow of the god gradually began to dim and would soon disappear completely.
And just before He left, an incompatible voice suddenly sounded in the silent chamber:
"I said..."
The girl's voice suddenly sounded, causing the broken golden figure to regain its previous solidity.
"Are you addicted? Don't get too involved in the drama! Pay attention, be careful you really become... tsk."
His grandmother made a mistake!
What's wrong with me caring about him? Why should I care about him?
If this guy had been willing, he would have become a god ten years ago...
"Forget it! Just pretend I didn't say anything."
The eyes that had always remained indifferent now completely changed their appearance, full of warm smiles.
"Thank you for your concern, but it's okay with me."
He...he smiled and said softly:
"Alice, Your Majesty."
To this, the girl’s reaction was:
"Ah!! Ah!!! I can't hear you! I don't know what you are talking about-"