Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 415 As Prophecy Shows (4k)

An almost endless stream of questions flooded into Profitus Helios's mind.

There were so many of them that even the eldest son of a god collapsed instantly.

At this moment, he didn't even know whether he should run away quickly or fight hard.

The truth came so fast that he was totally unprepared to face it.

Only after a long silence.

He lowered his head slightly and asked Moon:

"Fingolfin, are you kidding?"

Moen looked at him very seriously and said:
"I'm not having any jokes, bro."

Profitus remained silent.

Moon stood in front of him without saying a word.

He had done everything and now he just had to wait for it to be over.

In front of Moon, Profitus had grabbed his hair with both hands and squatted on the moon ring.

The throne behind him was still there, but at this moment neither Moon nor he had any intention of sitting on it.

Only the goddesses still sat on their thrones.

Profitus, who had been looking down at the moon ring under his feet, suddenly looked up at Moon.

That look was complicated.

It was so complicated that Moon didn't even know how to describe it.

"If this isn't a joke, then what is?"

Profitus' voice was low, and there was not much anger in it.

Because of this exaggerated fact, he had no idea how to react.

There was neither the initial fear that seemed to penetrate deep into the soul, nor the extreme anger that came after realizing one had been tricked.

He just, just didn't know what to say.

This is outrageous!

However, under the impact of countless complex emotions, Profitus looked at Moon and said very seriously:
"However, I finally understand why the youngest son can please my mother, because there is no such thing as a youngest son. It has always been you."

At this point, Profitus couldn't help laughing at himself:
"Now that I think about it, I suddenly realize that there are so many suspicious points pointing to this point that it's a bit scary. However, none of us thought of it."

It was obvious that the mother had no intention of even giving any of them a second glance, but she only loved her youngest son very much.

Obviously, before this, only their elder brother had had this honor.

He also had the Holy Sword of the Stars forged by his mother, and the possibility of transcending fate that his mother alone gave him.

Come to think of it, he should have reacted at that time.

After all, transcending fate means the possibility of killing a mother's favorite child.

And how could a mother who would get furious when she saw a drop of blood on her brother's fingertips allow such a dangerous "blessing" to exist?

The answer had actually been in front of them since then.

It's just that none of them noticed it.

After another self-deprecating laugh, Profitus, who was still squatting on the moon ring, looked up at Moon standing in front of him and said:

"Okay, brother, I accept that. But I still have one, no, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

"For my mother's sake, I beg you to answer me!"

Moen nodded and said:

"Ask, Profitus."

Profitus moved his lips a few times, then looked at the goddesses who were still sitting upright and said:
"You are their king alone, right?"

Moen nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, the Sword and Shield King, the Lionheart King, the Everlasting King, the Moon King. They are all me."

Profitus could not help but say:
"Augustus is you too, my god, you are truly the king of the world."

He was only slightly interested in Augustus, but he had always been disdainful of Augustus's identity.

After all, it was clear that no one was more qualified to be the king of the world than their brother.

Can bear fruit.
After sighing several times, Profitus asked again:
"So it's okay? Even though it's you, is it really okay to trample on the iron laws of the God King like this?"

In response to this question, Moon followed his gaze and looked at the goddesses sitting on the moon ring.

He didn't know how to answer this question.

"I don't know, bro."

The unexpected answer made Profitus slightly stunned.

He thought his brother would say that his mother had given him the blessing that belonged to him alone as always.

The result. You don't know either?

Profitus seemed to understand something and looked at the goddesses on the moon ring and said:

"They don't know? So you've told them everything now?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"They know different things, and I don't know how to answer them, but for now, they don't know."

Although it was not stated directly, Profitus understood what Moon meant.

He looked at the goddesses who had been sitting in their seats from beginning to end and said:

"You just let them be there, but you didn't let them see it, so they don't know anything."

“No wonder they didn’t respond to me at all before.”

Previously, Profitus would welcome each goddess he met, but no goddess ever responded to him.

After appearing on the moon ring, they sat on the throne motionlessly.

He began to wonder if there was something wrong with what Tula had conveyed, so that the goddesses were unwilling to show even basic courtesy.

Moen added:
"Not only that, they will also be responsible for anchoring you here. So that you can't leave."

Morn, who was promoted to demigod, has a card in his hand that can challenge Profitus.

However, he still had to make sure Profitus didn't escape.

If a sequence zero, or the most survivable prophet, is determined to escape, Moon really has no good solution.

So this moon ring is actually a prison prepared for him by Moon.

The goddesses will not come over, but they can anchor this place firmly through Moon's arrangement.

The anchored space prevented him from leaving, and the anchored time prevented him from evading.

After that, it was his rivalry with Profitus.

"So this is ah."

After trying it, Profitus found that he really couldn't leave it.

Although there is still no way to really trap him here forever, it is obviously enough.

"It seems like something you would do, but it also doesn't seem like something you would do. You are still confusing me as always, brother."

This was something Fingolfin would have done, but not something their brothers would have done.

But, they are alone.

"Brother, why?"

Thinking of this, Profitus asked the question he wanted to ask most.

"Why did you do this? Why did you appear as the last son, and why did you let us kill you?"

Amid the continuous questions, Profitus stood up and looked straight at Moon.

“Why do you want to hide yourself in the shadow of history, and why do you want to stand up again and again in different identities?”

"Also, what role did the mother play in this?"

Profitus asked one question after another.

He felt that this should be all he was pursuing now.

If the youngest son and the first eldest son were two people, then everything would make sense, and the eldest sons were just extremely jealous of their brothers.

But if the two people are one person, then it is impossible to understand.

Profitus could only conclude that he and his brothers were involved in an extremely complicated incident.

But even so, it was still wrong, because their elder brother was the mother's favorite child.

But in their mother's world, there was nothing that required their brothers to work so hard.

But regarding Profitus's question.

Moon really didn't know how to answer.

Moon even remembered when he had just returned and confronted the third generation Lord of Prophecy.

The other party also asked him a similar question.

His answer at the time was 'game'.

But now, Moon could no longer give this answer.

Because Moon discovered that there were too many things hidden in it that he couldn't see clearly.

He couldn't even tell when he came here.

Theoretically, he should have been reincarnated in the Human Union Orphanage twenty years ago.

Then I came into contact with the company a few years ago and stepped step by step into this extraordinary world beyond cognition.

But he also felt that perhaps he had been here since the beginning of creation.
Which side is right and which side is wrong, Moon can no longer tell the difference.

So Moen shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, Profitus, but I can't answer these questions."

Profitus asked unwillingly:

"But, brother, I am asking you on behalf of all the brothers! You should give us an answer!"

He almost roared the last sentence.

After shouting, Profitus himself was stunned.

Because he had never lost his composure like this in front of his brother.

He has always admired this perfect brother, and has also always been in awe of that perfection.

But even so, Moon could only say with the same disappointment:
"Because I don't know either, bro."

Moon felt that he must be missing very important memories.

It's probably not even just about the White Scourge.

But for Moon's confession.

Profitus yelled even more uncontrollably:

"Impossible, how could you not know? You are the one most favored by our mother among us! Your mother will give you whatever you want! How could you not know?"

"If you don't want to answer, you don't have to say this nonsense!"

Looking at Profitus who was becoming more and more out of control.

Moon could only emphasize once again:

"There is no need for me to lie to you at this time, Profitus. I really don't even know how to answer all this."

Moen's answer caused the atmosphere to fall into silence.

Profitus studied every detail of Moon's expression.

Trying to find the answer through this.

But unfortunately, he found that he was still afraid of his brother. The wisdom and experience he had accumulated over four eras could not provide him with any help when his heart was in a mess.

So after a moment he turned and asked:
"Then why did you come to see me? Since you asked us to kill you, you are not seeking revenge on me for this reason, right?"

Profitus finally asked a question that Morn could answer.

This made Moon breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I never thought of bothering any of you for this. Because that's what I asked you to do."

"At least this much is certain."

The more he communicated with Profitus, the more Moon discovered that, although he clearly remembered the beginning of creation, there seemed to be some places in his memory that were very vague.

But fortunately, it was not like the White Disaster where everything disappeared.

No, maybe that’s why it’s even more difficult?
Moen's heart suddenly tightened.

"Since I'm not here for this, and you've imprisoned me here, then you still want to kill me, right?"

"But, for what?"

The question is the way out, and Profitus answered his own question:
"For those mortals?"

Profitus was the most notorious of the eldest sons.

The number of lives he destroyed could be measured in races.

Moen nodded and said:

"It's not just for them, it's for myself as well."

"And for yourself?"

This sentence made Profitus fall into a brief confusion, but after a moment, he guessed the essence of it.

"Are you worried that my eyes might see something I shouldn't? Because of the God King's iron law?"

Moon did not answer, but Profitus became more certain of everything.

"You no longer have any rivals that can be called enemies, but you still make the goddesses unable to see each other."

"So, what you are afraid of now are the goddesses themselves."

"You are the king. You are not afraid that they will hurt you. You are afraid that they will hurt each other?"

Profitus said something affirmative in a questioning tone.

And waited until the end.

He suddenly looked at Moen and said:

"So, your condition seems to be much worse than I expected. Otherwise, you don't have to worry about such a problem. Because you used to be an existence that all of us brothers combined could not defeat."

"You have anchored everything here, leaving me no way to leave. Have you ever thought that you are really sure of victory now?"

Profitus had already walked up to Morn.

The eyes of both parties overlapped at this moment.

"Then can I ask you one last time, that is, can I resist?"

Moen smiled and said:

"of course."

Moon's answer made Profitus' mouth curl up very high.

Following this action, the phantom hands had silently reached behind Moon's head.

"Then please let me leave for a while, brother!"

The phantom hands suddenly grabbed Moon's eyes.

The eye took the eye away, that was what happened once, and now he wanted to make it happen again.

He didn't believe that his brother didn't know, so he wanted to 'see' the answer himself.

The phantom hands pierced into the eye sockets easily.

With a strong grab, the eyes that Profitus longed for returned to his hands again.

However, just as an unbelievable surprise came to his mind, Profitus was surprised to find that he could not see.

Severe pain came from his eyes, forcing him to cover his eyes and kneel down in front of Moon.

As that slab shows.

(End of this chapter)