Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 346 Words Spirit: Prophet

"prophet."

Ahmed walked into the prayer room and bowed respectfully to the old man who was meditating.

"The Holy One likes this tribute very much. You did a good job, Ahmed."

The Prophet turned his back on him and said.

"It's my pleasure."

He prostrated himself on the ground and said excitedly.

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

said the Prophet softly.

"Ahmed didn't dare to ask extravagantly. Being received by the Prophet is already the greatest reward."

Ahmed said sincerely.

"Just say what you want, and don't hide it in front of me."

The prophet shook his head.

"If possible, I would like to listen to the teachings of the saints."

he said cautiously.

The saint has never left this mausoleum since he was born, and only the prophet is eligible to see it.

If it weren't for the fact that the Holy One did perform several miracles and helped Banlita gain a firm foothold in the Swat Valley, everyone would have doubted whether He existed.

But even so, several big Shula (the core leadership of Ban Lita) have some criticisms about this.

Ahmed didn't think so much. He had 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, in the past few years, Banlita's actions have become more and more serious. It is not certain that Kebul will be defeated one day and the Theocracy will be established.

By that time, it will be too late to stand in line.

"The sage is at a critical time and cannot meet you for the time being."

The prophet shook his head.

"Yes, I understand."

Ahmed lowered his head in disappointment.

"You don't have to be disappointed. In a few days, the saint will regain part of his divine power. At that time, you will be able to witness that sacred face."

the Prophet reassured.

"Prophet, what can I do to help the saint regain his full divine power? Do we need more Japanese hybrids?"

Ahmed asked.

"No, two are enough. Especially the second one. His blood is worth 1 ordinary sacrifices."

The prophet shook his head.

"Then why is it still not working?"

Ahmed wondered.

"The demigod of paganism cut off the divine power of the saint and sealed it with an evil curse. Only by recovering the divine power and breaking the seal above can the saint be fully recovered."

the Prophet explained.

"I would like to regain my divine power for the saint."

Ahmed volunteered.

"Don't worry, I've already sent someone to look for the whereabouts of the seal, and I'll send you there when I find the exact location."

The Prophet said calmly.

Ahmed can be regarded as one of his more capable subordinates, and his loyalty is also relatively high. Let him take a big credit when the time comes.

"Prophet, may I venture to ask the approximate location of the seal?"

Ahmed asked boldly.

Although he was not a direct subordinate of the Prophet, he had also heard about the character of this lord, who liked his subordinates to speak frankly.

"It's okay to tell you."

The Prophet thought for a while, and wrote on the ground with his fingers a text composed of lines and black dots.

"This"

Ahmed's eyes widened.

He originally thought that the sealed place should be in Arahant or Pakistan, but he didn't expect it to be in that big eastern country.

But it's normal to think about it. The Hamigua Province in Huaguo is only separated from the Arahant by a section of the Wakhan Corridor.

There are many similarities in culture and customs between the two places.

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

Ahmed asked worriedly.

After the Olympic Games, Huaguo's international influence has been increasing day by day, and at the same time, its control over the border provinces is also increasing.

Especially for Hami melon province, it is very strict.

Their people are going now, and they are easy to beat dogs with meat buns.

"Just mess it up."

the Prophet said calmly.

He was about to reveal a little bit to win people's hearts, when an inexplicable throb came to his heart.

"This is."

He didn't care about Ahmed any more, and suddenly got up, reciting mysterious scriptures in his mouth.

The prophet is releasing the spirit of words!
Ahmed looked at the scene in front of him, feeling inexplicably excited.

The reason why the person in front of him can become a prophet is not only because of his profound knowledge and teachings, but also because of his eloquence.

Words and Prophets.

Once this speech spirit is awakened, it can't be stopped, and it will have some vague premonitions from time to time, both good and bad.

And if you release it with all your strength, you can see some fragments of the future.

And it was precisely with this spirit of speech that the Prophet found the Holy One first.

It's just that this word spirit is extremely harmful to the body, so he rarely uses it.

But now, he has never seen such a strong whim in his life, and he can only be forced to release the words.

Countless streamers flashed through the prophet's golden pupils, and if the dynamic vision was strong enough, it could be seen clearly. It was a string of mysterious characters that looked like dragon script but were not dragon script.

But he himself has entered into a mysterious and mysterious state, countless pictures appearing and dying in front of him, but none of them can be seen clearly.

The Prophet endured the pain of brain bursting, and tried his best to explore the front.

A picture was captured by his consciousness and took shape in his mind.

"Let me see what you are?"

The Prophet muttered to himself, unfolding the scroll in his consciousness.

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

The man lowered his head, his eyes seemed to see through illusion and reality.

The silver-armored warrior suddenly jumped up high, and the sword as huge as a guillotine seemed to split the prophet in half.

"what!"

The Prophet woke up from his speech.

He ignored Ahmed who was on the side, and pressed the caller in his sleeve.

"Prophet, what are your orders?"

A man with an inch beard and firm eyes came in and asked.

Ahmed saluted respectfully. He knew that this person was the captain of the Prophet's personal guard and was also in charge of the base's defense affairs.

"Is something going on inside or outside the base, Goulds"

asked the Prophet.

"No, Prophet. Everything is normal inside and outside the base."

Goulds shook his head.

The Prophet breathed a sigh of relief, the future picture foreseen is more of a foreshadowing, not immutable.

"Contact the checkpoints and patrols along the way, and ask if there are any suspicious persons. Especially those wearing silver armor. Then contact Yusuf Dashullah and ask him to conduct investigation and prevention in the valley."

The Prophet gave a series of orders.

"Yes. But."

Goulds agreed bluntly at first, but then hesitated.

How wise the prophet is, he naturally sees through his thoughts.

"Forget it, Yusuf will be contacted by me personally."

He changed his tune.

After all, they are Da Shula, even if they are both under the command of the saint, there is no relationship between the two of them.

"Thank you for your understanding."

After saluting, Goulds resigned and went to the command room to contact various defense points of the base.

"The prophet, I also resigned."

Ahmed said.

The conversation between the Prophet and the Great Shulah was obviously not what he should have listened to.

"Well, you go out first"

Before the prophet finished speaking, a violent explosion interrupted everything.

(End of this chapter)