As soon as Isrian finished speaking, a slight vibration suddenly appeared in the air.
This is an emotional wave coming from within.
A flash of confusion flashed across Aranza's eyes. Isrian's words were undoubtedly very different from what the demon god Sauron told him. He frowned, seeming to be thinking about the correctness of both sides' words. The only thing that interested Aranza was that it turned out that the relationship between the gods
There will also be struggles among people, but their struggles make it difficult for mortals to reason about them.
The ten-winged angel was not in a hurry to let Aranza understand anything. He walked leisurely at the front of the team, looking at the stone slabs on the walls casually, as if he was reading some insignificant story.
After a long time, Aranza's slight sigh sounded in his ears. It was time for a result. So, Isrian raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
"I will try my best to resolve your doubts."
He suddenly changed the complicated ancient language of the Thorn Continent into the commonly used common language, as if to let Aranza better understand what he said. He put his hands behind his back, his hairless but charming face turned slightly to one side, and his eyes fell.
On Aranza's hesitant face.
But Aranza suddenly felt that the change in Isrian's speech style was like throwing away the pretentious official tone and turning it into a whisper under the table.
As if to remind Aranza that the content of their next conversation was ulterior.
Aranza looked slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that I have been involved in a whirlpool."
Isrian nodded and said, "Yes."
Then, as if Isrian thought of something, he quickly changed his words: "To be precise... you are the center of the whirlpool."
The other party's frankness made Aranza feel a little uncomfortable. It was like a prisoner trapped on a stone platform, watching the prison officer clip off his toenails with pliers. That feeling was like facing the body before facing predictable pain.
The muscles were squirming and resisting, but they were helpless, making people feel uncomfortable all over. He walked behind Isrian, and his pace slowed down a bit. Aranza decided to ask the key question and said: "You say I am the person of prophecy, well...
…I want to know what the prophecy is about.”
Isrian suddenly stopped, still some distance away from the temple hall. He turned around, faced Aranza, and said: "Dua, your birth originated from the secrets among the gods. Regarding this matter, we
God’s messengers are nowhere to be found.”
"As for the so-called prophecy..." Isrian's eyes suddenly looked weird when he looked at Aranza: "Destiny is the most unpredictable thing in the world. Even the gods cannot fathom its trajectory. We only know the beginning of the prophecy. As for the prophecy
The content of it is both blank and not blank. Every action you take is filling in the prophecy. And we can only try our best to change your direction."
These words alone were enough for Aranza to digest for a while.
Aranza sighed, a flash of darkness flashed across her face, and said, "Why me..."
At this time, Isrian started walking in front of the long passage again. Hearing Aranza's words, he stopped again, but this time, he did not turn around, but frowned and thought. Obviously, regarding this issue,
He didn't have an answer either.
The continuous stop and go did not bother Aranza. He understood that the conversation with Isrian was extremely important to him, and at least it allowed him to find answers to many questions. Therefore, although Isrian said nothing at the moment
Facing deep thought, Aranza could patiently stand behind him and wait for the answer to this seemingly unsolvable question.
Kalu also stood silently behind Aranza, but at this time his momentum was not as explosive as before. It was like a beast letting down its vigilance after confirming that the opponent was not a threat. Although this seemed a bit hasty, Kalu's strength after losing half his soul
Any judgment made by Lu is intuition, and intuition is often the most reliable.
The traveler didn't care what the atmosphere was like at the moment, he walked back and forth impatiently around everyone, the sound of cracking bones hitting everyone's eardrums.
At this time, a strange flush suddenly appeared on Isrian's face, and he coughed suddenly, and the sound of severe pain immediately broke the silence in the passage. Isrian's steps staggered suddenly, so that he could only walk towards him with difficulty.
He moved a few steps to the side and leaned against the stone slab, breathing heavily, but at some point, golden blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
The sudden change made Aranza feel inexplicably flustered, but she did not dare to step forward to help Isrian, so she could only stand aside and hurriedly asked: "Hey! What's wrong with you?!"
"It seems I said too much."
Isrian smiled wryly and waved his hand, indicating that Aranza didn't have to worry. At the same time, he stood up again, stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instantly returned to his sacred and noble look, as if he had never been abnormal.
He glanced at Aranza and said: "You asked why you...the answer I found is...because you went against your destiny, just like...a fish jumping from one stream to another...
…”
Aranza was thinking about Isrian's words. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but Isrian stopped him with his hand.
"Duwa, I have said enough. If I continue to talk, I'm afraid we won't be able to meet. Please understand."
Hearing this, Aranza could only nod in understanding. For angels, they are just tools under the gods. Therefore, although they know many secrets about gods, they cannot speak. Some words should be said.
Say, there are some things you shouldn't say, and if you judge improperly, you may be punished.
In this regard, in the eyes of mortals, the life of an angel may lack freedom than that of a slave, but in the eyes of believers, keeping secrets for God is such an honor. This is also the view of most angels.
But obviously, Isrian is not among the majority. He is also trying to draw a few patterns on the blank prophecy.
Then, his language style returned to the ancient language of the Thorn Continent, so even Aranza knew that now was the time to pretend to match the official accent.
Isrian walked at the front of the team again and said: "Duwa, do you know the origin of this place?"
This was a question that was asked knowingly. Aranza nodded cooperatively and said: "This is the temple of Yuanting God."
Isrian looked back at Aranza with satisfaction and continued: "The gods of the original court have become demon gods, but their temples are still in the planes, either in ruins or flourishing, stealing the faith of all living beings and disturbing the order of all living beings.
Then, if you see the original temple and find one of them, destroy one of them."
In response, Aranza just raised her eyebrows and smiled, without commenting.
Now, whether it is the living god, the original court god, or the ten-winged angel in front of him, Isrian, in Aranza's eyes, they are nothing more than political planners with divine power.
Of course, Aranza would not say this out loud, but it did not stop him from thinking so.
After a while, everyone finally walked through the passage and entered the hall. With the support of Isrian's divine power, the entire hall was brightly lit, and Aranza was able to see the full picture of the hall. It covers an extremely vast area, at least half of the hall.
The town is so big, but its interior decoration is extremely simple. Four magnificent and tall statues of Yuanting God are juxtaposed in the center of the hall, and directly in front of the four statues is the golden sarcophagus of the Skeleton Pope. In addition, in the entire hall,
Only some scattered utensils and some rooms that were used for unknown purposes were left.
What surprised Aranza was that the Pope who had turned into a skeleton and was the cause of this series of troubles was still wandering aimlessly in the hall. It seemed that the white light emitted by Isrian and the Gate of the Kingdom of God were not the same.
Didn't go across the hall and hurt it.
At this time, the Skeleton Pope did not notice the arrival of Aranza and others.
Aranza's eyes wandered around the hall and asked, "Well, do you want to destroy this place?"
However, Ithrian shook his head and replied: "This place is nothing more than a shell."
Aranza was a little confused by this, but he already understood Isrian's attitude towards him, so he simply asked bluntly: "What is that for?"
Isrian did not look back, but pointed directly at the skeleton pope.
"Hasn't he been dead for a long time? The ability to cast magical spells is just the memory of the battle during his lifetime. What's the use?"
Hearing this, Isrian turned his head, but his eyes seemed to Aranza to have a meaning worthy of speculation. Isrian still did not speak. Maybe what should be said was not allowed to be said. Isrian
He just tapped his head with his finger. Maybe this was a metaphor. He was actually referring to the head of the Skeleton Pope. How to understand it depends on Aranza himself.
Aranza nodded towards Isrian but said nothing.
At this moment, the Skeleton Pope happened to have discovered Aranza and the others, and they were walking towards this direction tremblingly. Unless they deliberately exuded coercion, skeletons rarely felt fear, and no matter how powerful the enemy was, they would swarm them. Of course,
The skeletons in the Silent Domain are somewhat special. They all seem to have their own organization. For example, after Aranza and others beat away the bone dragon, the skeletons in the bone dragon's territory will not take the initiative to attack Aranza and others.
Seeing that Aranza had no new questions, Isrian stopped delaying and walked towards the Skeleton Pope. There was no need to guess the outcome. After the Skeleton Pope threw two tickling magic spells at Isrian, he was killed by Isrian.
Sirian stretched out his hand and let out a white divine light, then tied them up firmly.
Isrian grabbed the unable to move skeleton Pope, looked at Aranza, and said: "Dua, I have completed my mission and will return to the country of my Lord. Your fate is different from ordinary people. Before you take a step, think twice.
OK."
"I'll pay attention."
Aranza smiled at Isrian and bowed at the same time. After all, the other party was a ten-winged angel, and the necessary etiquette could not be ignored.
However, just when Isrian was about to leave with the Skeleton Pope, he was surprised to find that the traveler appeared behind him at some point, with a bone hand firmly grabbing the Skeleton Pope's ankle!
Isrian had to be surprised, because he didn't sense any movement of the traveler!