They all call me an Outer God.

The sky turned dark in an instant, and the gigantic tornado roared as if it could connect heaven and earth, mercilessly crushing towards the royal city.

The soldiers' faces looked even uglier now, but even so they did not flee. Instead, they looked around as if they were waiting for something.

"call----"

The storm rolled up yellow sand all over the sky, and its scope became increasingly terrifying. In the face of natural disasters, both humans and giants seemed so small. Such a storm was unprecedented. If it were allowed to enter the royal city and wreak havoc, it was estimated that within an hour there would be no normal human alive in the city.

"damn it!"

The soldier clenched his teeth and his muscles trembled slightly. At this moment, just as the storm was about to sweep everyone in, it suddenly disappeared.

Yes, it disappeared out of thin air, and everything fell into silence as if nothing had happened. Behind the city gate, a man with gold ornaments all over his body and dark eyeliner appeared.

"Your Excellency the High Priest!" When the soldiers and the crowd saw the appearance of the High Priest, they cheered. It was this priest who had just resolved the disaster and returned peace to them.

"Quiet - are the Hanu here too?"

The high priest Luo Yin strolled out of the city gate leisurely, and looked at the Hanu in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, especially Liya. He felt a little puzzled. The Hanu had a long lifespan, and he knew all the princes of their clan, but he had never seen this Hanu.

Moreover, this man covered half of his face with a hood, which looked really suspicious.

Then he thought of the storm just now. That storm was definitely not formed naturally...

"Are you finally showing your claws?"

Luo Yin walked up to Liya, raised his head and looked at him sternly: "Take off your hood."

Ria obediently took off his hood, revealing an ordinary and even ugly face from behind. The reason why it was ugly was that there was a scar on the top of his head, and the scar went directly diagonally through his eyes and nose bridge. There was a lot of missing hair where the scar was.

And the moment he showed his face, Riya turned her head away unconsciously, as if she didn't want others to see her ugly side.

"New here? I don't think I've seen you before."

Facing Luo Yin's interrogation, Xixi Tolu hurriedly explained: "My lord, he is the prophet of our clan. He came here because he foresaw the changes related to the royal family and came to see the Pharaoh."

"Prophet? Accident?" Luo Yin's eyes looked even more strange now. He knew that the prophets of the Hanu tribe were always mysterious. They seldom made predictions, but once they started predicting, it meant a change in civilization or the beginning of a catastrophe.

Now a prophet from the Hanu tribe has appeared here. Could it be that the prince's faction is really so loyal that they are willing to sacrifice their own prophet?
Luo Yin did not trust this group of Hanu, but the king must have his reasons for choosing to accept them.

The other people can be dealt with according to normal procedures, but for this prophet, Luo Yin needs to personally interrogate him and report to the queen before making any plans.

"Put on your hood and follow me."

He winked at the soldiers, and soon some soldiers approached Liya with shackles, motioning him to squat down, and then they tied his hands, feet and even his neck.

Riya did not resist from beginning to end. He felt the heavy metal on his body and suddenly found that they could actually curb extraordinary abilities to a certain extent.

"Things are starting to get interesting." Faced with the changes, Ria was unexpectedly happy. The priest dispersed the storm he created. Although Ria did not put in much effort in creating the storm, it might not be an ordinary person's ability to disperse it in an instant.

It seems that it was the right decision not to rashly declare war on the Pharaoh at the beginning.

Liya lowered his eyes, and countless golden lights flickered in the shadows under his hood. In just a few minutes, he had felt the gazes of dozens of different people. The oppressive feeling brought by the owners of these gazes was enough to prove that they... or they were definitely not good people.

"Angels, thirteen angels, but their eyes don't look like living creatures. Perhaps they are casting their gazes here through some medium."

“Is it a mural?”

Riya inadvertently looked at the patterns carved on the surface of the buildings, and found that there were also many eyes on the patterns.

Barclay is full of eye worship, and the Eye of Horus pattern is a symbol of noble royal power, through which the pharaoh communicates with the sun and the moon.

Luo Yin wanted to take Riya away first, and Riya took the opportunity to tell Xisituolu that she would be fine and she was just going to see the Pharaoh first.

He didn't believe that the Pharaoh would not be interested in the sudden appearance of the Hanu prophet. The prophecy could be big or small. As long as Riya was willing, he could even claim that his prophecy was directly related to the Pharaoh's throne.

So he was separated from the giants, and Rhoin escorted him all the way to the palace prison, but just as they approached the palace gate, Ria raised her head as if she had noticed something.

What came into view were people, and the city walls were densely packed with people.

Those people drew their bows and shot arrows, aiming their sharp arrows in the direction of Ria. Ria looked at Roin and said, "My lord, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't you understand?" Luo Yin snorted coldly, and pointed his sword at Liya. "You are too suspicious, Hanu. When you were impersonating this identity, did you ever think that we also have a god who is good at prophecy? He did not predict that any Hanu prophet would appear today."

"Then there can only be one answer: you are pretending.

You lowly Hanu, you want to use this as an excuse to enter the palace, but your status and acting skills are not up to par—"

"Oh, so there is another prophet..." Liya muttered to himself, and then he smiled, "But the fact that He couldn't predict my existence can explain a lot of things. The inspiration of the Hanu tribe is so powerful that your gods can't compete with it."

"Watch your words." Luo Yin's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to cut off one of Riya's arms. Riya screamed and covered his arm, his tone becoming more and more paranoid.

"You are anxious, Master Priest. It is not shameful to admit your shortcomings. Otherwise, you can try to ask that god to predict my purpose, and then you will find that He can't predict anything at all."

“Not only can He not prophesy, He doesn’t even know who I am.”

His tone gradually became faster and faster, and Luo Yin opened his eyes wide at this time, because he had already seen the arm that fell to the ground with black flesh whiskers extending from the broken surface.

However, in a moment, those flesh whiskers turned into dark and strange tentacles that struggled to connect with Leah's wound, and finally connected themselves back intact.

At this time, Ria summoned an enlarged version of the Sword of Damocles towards the enemies on the city walls.

(End of this chapter)