The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Until they reached the deepest part of the secret room, they respectfully bowed to the empty wall.

"There are new results regarding the matter you asked me to pay attention to and investigate."

Even when faced with an unchanging wall, the old man's attitude remained unchanged; he remained humble.

"In this deal with the Church of Destiny, they finally relented and confirmed the truth of that matter."

"At the same time, as you requested, at least three Archbishops of Fate shall swear an oath to the gods to ensure that there are no lies in their mouths."

Recalling the scene, the old man's expression distorted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, though the deepest confusion and fear remained etched in his eyes.

"...With their reconstructive evidence, we can now conclude that the events of ten years ago were indeed as you judged."

The conversation paused there. The old man seemed to be waiting for the adult's reaction, so he listened intently, but heard no response.

His hands trembled slightly, but the old man's expression remained unchanged. He took a deep breath and continued:

"There is a mortal who overestimates his abilities and is trying to become a god."

Investiture of the Gods.

Moreover, it was a mortal who was made a god!

An extremely sensitive and taboo word.

Originally, it wasn't unacceptable for mortals to be deified, but it was extremely difficult.

Every new deity needs to be recognized by other deities, or is simply promoted by the chief deity of the pantheon.

Very few ordinary people who live alone can successfully become gods, and the process is fraught with difficulties.

No god would willingly allow others to encroach upon their territory.

If this is the case in times of peace, it's even more so in this era of constant warfare and divine conflict.

After the silent fall of several deities, the battle situation began to become unpredictable, and no deity could remain unscathed.

The relationship between the gods has reached a critical point!

Even former allies are now merely maintaining a facade of harmony, just short of tearing off the last veneer.

Now... let alone mortals becoming gods, any rash move by the Church of Gods will be subject to the most cautious observation.

Just as the old man finished thinking and was about to continue speaking, a light suddenly came on in the room.

A dazzling golden light shone from the wall in front of us.

hum-

An indescribable buzzing sound appeared in his ears, and bright red blood began to flow from the old man's mouth and nose, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

But he felt a sense of relief, because he had finally heard the voice of the gods!

she says:

【continue.】

Very good!

The Lord has finally answered me!

She hasn't abandoned her followers!

"Cough cough cough, praise our Lord!"

He coughed forcefully twice, without wiping the blood from his mouth and nose, and became agitated, continuing his story:

"Moreover, that secret consecration ceremony was disrupted and failed, with an unknown deity intervening."

"Although we don't know who was behind it, we did find remnants of angelic power in that retrospection, which confirms that at least ten high-ranking angels were involved at the time."

The angelic army in the past was so powerful that the deity must have taken the disruption of the Godhood system very seriously.

"The mortal's deification ceremony ultimately failed, and he and all his followers suffered a backlash at that moment."

"Their physical bodies were destroyed by the laws, and their divine essence returned to the world. In that process, it became what even mortals could see as a daytime fireworks display."

The old man can still vividly recall the scene from that time.

A huge flame fell from the sky and landed on the ground somewhere.

This change in the heavens and earth, which could be observed throughout the entire world, was initially thought by everyone to be the fall of a major god, but unexpectedly, nothing happened in the end.

After waiting quietly for a while, and realizing that the gods seemed to have lost interest in the matter, the old man tactfully changed the subject:

"And there's also new progress on the mortal group you asked me to investigate some time ago."

"Just one day ago, that group of mortals entered the city of nobles and was officially called the 'Prophet's Society' by the other mortals."

"Their leader is called by them..."

After hesitating for a moment, the old man still honestly uttered the somewhat disrespectful title.

"【Prophet and Seer】."

Chapter 496 The Prophet's Council

Although the old man still didn't understand why the gods had specifically asked him to investigate this group of mortals, he still did it diligently.

The Prophet's Society.

A group of ordinary people who suddenly rose to prominence ten years ago.

It is a human organization with a population of around 20,000, whose members come from different ethnic groups and have no national affiliation.

"Unlike other famous mortal groups, they did not receive the support of the gods... at least on the surface, they do not admit to having received assistance from any god."

Although the prophets would claim so, but...

The old man grinned, as if giving a sneer, and said:

"However, no one believed their lies."

Yes, nobody will believe it.

Looking back at all the achievements the Prophets made and the things they accomplished during those ten years, no one would believe it.

The Prophets once escaped from three groups sent by the Church of God, suffering only a tenth loss in the process, and later annihilated all three groups.

The Prophets also participated in the holy war between the two kingdoms, successfully rescuing five cities from being massacred and leading the victims to safety from the battlefield.

He even led tens of thousands of mortals across the Death Desert, hiding there for a year before returning when everyone thought they had died there.

……

Over the course of these ten years, the Prophet will create one miracle after another.

If they weren't guided by gods, could those miracles truly have been created by themselves?

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

It is utterly impossible for ordinary mortals to achieve those miracles!

Miracles belong only to the gods!

It is something that could never be created by mortals.

Unless... there is divine support behind those miracles.

If you place the gods within it, then everything that is irrational will become reasonable.

How will we know? Through divine pronouncements.

How to escape? An oracle.

How to survive? The oracle.

See, that's right!

Therefore, in the general understanding of the Church of God, the Prophets are actually a special force secretly guided by a deity who does not wish to reveal himself.

However, the reason for allowing the Prophet Society to develop to this point is quite simple.

Different churches are checking and balancing each other, none of them willing to be the first to strike.

Before the true identity of the deity behind them is discovered, as long as the prophetic groups have not infringed upon their fundamental interests, most churches will choose to let the prophetic groups continue to develop.

The more you talk and do, the more information you reveal.

The day the gods behind the Prophets reveal themselves will be the day they are utterly destroyed.

As for the all-knowing prophets they speak of, they are actually just chosen ones chosen by the gods, rare but not impossible to find.

Even the old man's father was a divine scroller. Only by inheriting his abilities could he hear the voice of the gods and become the only archbishop in this city.

The so-called prophets and seers are nothing more than clowns who deceive the world and steal fame.

The old man felt a vague unease as he tried to look up at the gods.

Is it time to make a move now?

"...My Lord, does the Church need to punish the Prophets?"

This was not an attempt to speculate on the will of the gods, but rather a bishop providing the gods with a timely excuse to speak.

"This servant is foolish and ignorant; please, in your mercy, give me your instructions."

He knelt on the ground, gently touching his forehead to the earth, and humbly began to speak:

"Please give your instructions."

hum-

Just as the old man had predicted, the gentle voice of the deity rang in his ears again after only a second.

Don't worry about it.

laugh!

puff!

Blood flowed from his eyes, pooling into tears of blood that fell to the ground.

"...I understand!"