The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

The Rebellion of the Saints had just broken out when Keynes came looking for him...

Are they saints representing extraordinary beings? Or are they here on behalf of the gods?

Thinking of this possibility, Augustus's expression turned serious, and he stared coldly at Keynes.

He is a special figure hidden behind the Silver Council, a sharp blade planted by Lord Stargazer among the nobles.

Keynes, who was being watched, ignored Augustus's dangerous attitude and maintained a flawless smile.

他 说:

"The 'sir' I'm referring to is, of course, our respected first chairman."

call--

Upon hearing this answer, Augustus, who had been tense, breathed a sigh of relief, and even his usually serious expression broke into a smile.

"The first president? Keynes, when did you learn to joke around?"

Augustus was a saint.

His strength and status were enough to allow him to move freely within the Watchers; apart from the most core secrets, he was basically unguarded against all information.

And the true historical records are naturally included.

Augustus certainly knew who the first president was—the Stargazer.

Keynes smiled as well, and retorted with a grin:

"That's really rude of you. I'm very good at aristocratic jokes, and ladies love them."

With a wave of his hand, Augustus turned and led Keynes out of the room.

"Alright, this isn't the time for jokes. What message did the master ask you to pass on to me?"

As expected, the Stargazer would not remain silent at this time.

Following behind the archmage, Keynes waited until they left the room before speaking:

“I agree with you. Now is certainly not the right time to joke. However, I need to make a small rebuttal on another point.”

他 说:

"Your Excellency, I was not joking just now."

Ok?

Facing the departing figure of the saint who had stopped walking, the old nobleman spoke solemnly:

"Strictly speaking, the Stargazer was merely an agent of that person, using his identity to play the role of the guild leader for a period of time."

That sir...

Augustus slowly turned his head, his brows furrowed deeply, and looked seriously at the rambling old nobleman.

"Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"The prophet is just a legend, a mythical figure created by later generations who combined the deeds of the prophetic society into one person."

He had read the records and texts of the Dark Ages and firmly believed that prophets could not exist.

It's unrealistic to think that all those incredible feats could be attributed to one person.

There is only one possibility: the prophet does not exist.

It was the yearning for a better future in the hearts of ordinary people amidst suffering that created a mythical figure.

A leader who exists only in people's hearts, guiding them forward.

"No, you're wrong."

However, this shrewd nobleman, who had never shown his fangs to Augustus, was more assertive than ever before.

他 说:

"The Prophet is a real person."

"I can assure you of this with my soul."

Stepping forward, the thin, frail old man stared at the powerful saint, his aura instantly matching that of the saint.

"...Is it true?"

"It's true. You can confirm this with the Stargazer later."

With a smile, Keynes nodded to Augustus and said earnestly:

"The Prophet has returned."

"He asked me to deliver a message to you, and to all the saints who exist in humanity."

With a reverent expression on his face, Keynes said:

"The master said..."

……

……

On the boundless ice plain, a spatial rift thousands of meters long was directly opened, revealing the hideous world behind it.

Beyond the crevice lay a dense jungle, and in the deepest part, there seemed to be a colossal temple constructed entirely of enormous leaves.

That's not the point. What's truly terrifying is the swarm of countless insects pouring out of the cracks.

They vary in size; the smallest are only the size of a normal insect, while the largest are larger than an elephant.

Tens of thousands?

No, hundreds of millions!

The swarm of insects, darkening the sky, resembled a vast, open black net, completely obscuring the heavens.

These monsters, whose mere existence was enough to make one feel physically uncomfortable, did not stop on the ice field, but instead flew off in one direction!

All the creatures along the way were devoured, and even their bones were chewed up and swallowed.

If this weren't an ice-covered region, it would have resulted in a chilling tragedy.

But that's not enough; they are flying towards the mortal world!

This small amount of blood did not calm their restlessness; instead, it aroused even greater desire!

flesh!

Human flesh and blood!

soul!

The soul of a mortal!

The swarm has been starving for countless years.

Confined in a space, they are forced to eat their own kind and crave anything they can devour.

At the heart of the swarm, deep within the "black mist," lies a pair of enormous, jet-black compound eyes.

This is a saint, but he escaped the detection of the Eye of Insight and was not discovered by the Watchers!

Unlike its frenzied relatives who had been starving for millennia, it was remarkably cautious.

It concealed its existence by using its own kind, hiding among them.

Of all the dangers of the "Saints' Rebellion," this one was not a high priority and was not addressed by the Watchers' Saints immediately.

It was not hungry, having been provided for by its tribe; it longed for something else.

It craves destruction!

The instincts in our blood have been suppressed for far too long; they need a grand catharsis!

"I am the terminator of mortals!"

"I am Judgment Day!"

The closer it got to mortals, the more wildly its blood surged. It could no longer control its inner turmoil and roared:

"No!"

There's no point in hiding it anymore; it's too late!

Then it roared loudly!

"I am the Great Cataclysm!"

Correct!

I am the Great Cataclysm!

Roar!

!

It no longer bothered to conceal itself, letting the swarm of insects roar along with it.

"Tch...cough cough."

At that moment, its mind was in turmoil when it heard a sneer from Bengbu.

!

!

Who is it!

? ”

The swarm became chaotic, revealing a corner of its enormous form.

But just as it roared in anger, that voice echoed deep within its soul.

他 说:

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"My hearing isn't very good, what did you just say?"

With a mocking tone, the voice asked curiously: