Chapter 16 The Guardian of Destiny (5,000 words)

Pfft!

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Herman even sprayed it directly.

Why did Virgil's attitude change so drastically?

Before, I said Ron was just a despicable cultist, but in the blink of an eye, he became a good guy?

How shameless! Aren't you changing your face too quickly? At the same time, Herman felt a strong sense of betrayal. Virgil was clearly on his side, so why did he speak for Ron now?

Damn bastards, Irelia, Virgil...

Why did they all betray themselves? Why? ...

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Virgil forced a smile on his stiff face that was uglier than crying: "Mr. Ron, what happened before was all misunderstanding. You are also wrong about one thing. I am a clergyman. How can I kill people at will?"

"Don't slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

These damn strong men always like to play the game of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! Do they feel great pleasure and satisfaction from teasing weak people like me? What kind of shitty hobby is this?

Wouldn't their conscience hurt? Ron didn't care about the changes in the system for the time being. He just sneered at Virgil's words.

To defame someone's innocence?

You think you are Kong Yiji.

You are a clergyman, so you won't kill people at will? In the entire Church of the Dawn Goddess, you have killed the most people. The followers of the Lord of Blood and Destruction will call you ancestor when they see you.

In the game, Virgil is a very alternative character. His strength was not very strong in the early stage, but this person seemed to be blessed by fate. The original Ron turned into an evil spirit and caused the massacre in Larnaca City. Thousands of clergy died, but Virgil survived.

Then the entire city of Larnaca was destroyed, and the strongest Gerald also died here, but Virgil was still alive.

With the decline of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, a large number of forces surrounded and suppressed it, and many masters suffered heavy casualties, but Virgil was still alive.

It was not until the fourth part that the Church of the Goddess of Dawn fell to the bottom and the time for Virgil to rise finally came. Relying on his powerful strength, this guy quickly wiped out all the opposing voices within the church and led the Church of the Goddess of Dawn to clean up the hostile forces one by one with absolutely ruthless means.

We will kill wherever we go, until no one dares to be the enemy of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and until the Church of the Goddess of Dawn regains its foothold.

It's a pity that this guy has committed too many murders, and the teachings of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn have always been kindness and tolerance, which made Virgil a thorn in the eyes of many conservative clergy, and finally he was sent to the stake by his own people! All in all, this guy has a promising future.

The world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, it is also about the human relationships and ways of the world!

Ron didn't want to completely break up with such a guy, so he smiled and retracted his arms: "It's just a joke, Your Excellency doesn't mind, right?"

"In fact, I have no ill will towards the clergy of the Dawn Goddess. I just have a small conflict with Herman."

"If possible, I hope to maintain a good relationship with His Eminence. It will be good for both of us, right?"

Virgil breathed a sigh of relief: "It is my honor, dear sir."

Then he lowered his voice and asked in a low voice: "Sir, how do you know about Isaiah? How much do you know? What else do you know?"

"I only know what I know."

Seeing Virgil seemed a little confused, Ron sighed a little disappointed. It felt a little lonely without anyone to pick up the joke.

He coughed lightly to ease the embarrassment: "Mr. Virgil, I know Isaiah is a very beautiful nun, but... do you really know her?"

Virgil said confidently: "Of course, I'm not a fool who would be dazzled by beauty. I have investigated Isaiah's background and it is clean."

"What if I said that Isaiah would send you to the stake?"

Virgil's pupils suddenly shrank, his face was gloomy, and his eyes flickered rapidly as if he was thinking about something: "Why do you say that?"

"Isaiah is a spy planted by the Spang Theocracy and the Church of the Heart of Nature..."

"If others knew that you had in-depth exchanges with the spies of the Spang Theocracy... Bishop Virgil, what do you think would happen?"

"This is a crime of treason."

Virgil was smart all his life, but he had no doubts about the woman next to him. After all, when Virgil was rising, he and Sister Isaiah had been together for more than 20 years. Even when Virgil was at his lowest point, Isaiah never abandoned Virgil.

Virgil never dreamed that this woman, who was almost his wife, would betray him in the end.

Under Virgil's leadership, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn and the Kingdom of Granville prospered.

For the Spang Theocracy and the Church of Nature's Heart, who have always been plotting to seize the territory and wealth of the Kingdom of Granville, Virgil has become the biggest enemy.

In order to kill Virgil, the Spang Theocracy and the Church of Nature's Heart used various means, but all ended in failure. Finally, they remotely manipulated Isaiah to reveal his identity, which led to Virgil being burned to death for treason.

Virgil's eyes suddenly turned cold. He didn't completely believe Ron's words, but after being reminded by Ron, he seemed to feel that Isaiah's daily behavior was a little weird.

She offered her body and clung to the bishop.

But he never sought power or pursued wealth.

So what does she want? Virgil didn't believe that there were really such pure and clean people in the world. A pure and clean person would not offer his body to get close to the bishop! He took a deep breath and bowed to Ron: "Mr. Ron, thank you for your guidance. I, Virgil, will never forget this kindness."

"If you need me in the future, please let me know. I will do whatever I can to help you."

What a cunning guy.

He seemed very confident, but he obviously left himself some room.

Virgil ended his conversation with Ron and took two steps back. Archbishop Gerald and Irelia then stepped forward.

Gerald looked at Ron with complicated eyes. Although he had changed his opinion of Ron once, he still underestimated this man.

Being able to suppress Virgil with just a few words is something that not everyone can do.

Gerald quickly adjusted his mood and restored his benevolent appearance: "Mr. Ron, you seem to know us very well. This is good. It saves the trouble of introducing ourselves."

"I have a question that I don't know if it's appropriate to ask!"

Ron smiled and said, "Please."

"I want to know what level of strength you have now?" Gerald asked a rather pointed question right away.

Ron did not hesitate at all: "Extraordinary Two Stars!"

Eh~~

There were obvious sounds of disgust all around, and even Irelia was no exception.

Extraordinary two stars? Who are you kidding?

A superb two-star was not much stronger than an ordinary person. Could he slap Herman, who was at the panic level, away? Could he slap Virgil, who was at the shock level?

If you are a two-star extraordinary person, I will read the name Gerald backwards.

Even dogs don't believe it.

Unless you strengthen all your junk equipment by thirteen...but that's even more ridiculous than Ron's extraordinary two-star strength.

Seeing the suspicious eyes around him, Ron had a strange look on his face. He spread his hands and said, "Believe me, I am really a two-star extraordinary person."

This is the promotion I just got after completing the mission.

Several people around nodded and said, "Okay, okay, okay, if you said it's two stars, then it's two stars."

If you want to hide your strength, just say it. Can I force you to show all your strength? You can't even lie convincingly.

Ron was helpless. He rarely told the truth, but why did no one believe him? It was really hard to be an honest person in this world.

"I have another question..." Gerald stopped worrying about Ron's strength and said, "Who are you?"

"Ron Copperfield, bastard of the Copperfield family of the Spang Theocracy, and a scholar of ancient characters!" Ron answered straightforwardly.

Gerald smiled, "That's all?"

He believed that Ron's true identity and abilities were far more than what was recorded in the newspaper.

Although it seemed that Ron was kidnapped by the Eternal Freedom Sect, attacked by Hermann, and besieged by the Dawn Knights, in fact, judging from the process and the results, almost everything was under Ron's control.

Ron had originally decided not to continue pretending, after all, it was a bit too much. But looking at his current state, if he couldn't reveal anything, it would be hard to reassure the old man.

A thought flashed through his mind quickly, and the smile on Ron's face gradually disappeared, replaced by solemnity and dignity. He raised his hands slightly, as if hugging something, and his eyes stared slightly upward at the sky above his head.

That posture seemed to show Ron countless scenes that other people couldn't see.

His voice was deep and ethereal:

"Or, you can call me..."

"prophet!"

prophet?

As soon as these words were spoken, there was silence all around.

They opened their eyes wide and their mouths bulged, but no sound came out.

After a long time, Hermann was the first to break the silence. He grinned and burst into laughter.

I laughed so hard that I fell backwards, as if I had heard the best joke in the world.

There are indeed some people in this world who claim that they can peek into destiny. They are astrologers and can peek into the future to some extent through changes in the stars.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But even the best astrologers can only sense some vague and ambiguous signs.

If you practice astrology to the extreme, you will become a great prophet.

The Great Prophet has a better grasp of the future, but can only glimpse some fragmented fragments. There is a Great Prophet in the neighboring Theocracy of Spang, who is revered as the National Master. However, this Great Prophet's judgment of the future is wrong five out of ten times, which makes people seriously suspect that he is a liar.

As for those who are better than the Great Prophet, they are the legendary prophets.

They are mysterious and elegant.

Know the future, understand destiny, and stir up the storm in the tide of time.

They are ethereal and indifferent.

It is clear that just revealing a few words can change the direction of the world, but no matter how tragic the war, disaster, plague or famine is, it cannot shake their rock-hard hearts.

They regard themselves as the guardians of destiny, believing that everyone's fate is determined at the moment of birth and that all lives are following a predetermined trajectory.

They will not allow the thread of fate to deviate in any way, and they will strangle all attempts to resist fate.

And now, Ron actually calls himself a prophet?

Do you dare to be a little more arrogant? Why don’t you claim to be a god?

In the empty hall, only Hermann's wild laughter echoed, which seemed even more harsh.

Ron didn't feel offended at all. He just smiled and looked at Herman quietly, as if he was looking at a clown.

Gerald just frowned slightly. He was the one who was most accepting. After all, he had suspected that Ron's identity was not simple.

Although Irelia was shocked, there was no doubt in her eyes about Ron. No matter what Ron said, she seemed to believe it unconditionally...except for the Extraordinary Two Stars.

Virgil looked quite strange.

When he first heard the word 'prophet', his first thought was that it was impossible. Prophets were only legendary entities, so how could they really appear?

But, thinking about what Ron just said, he knew Gerald would come to find him. He knew the nun Isaiah beside him, knew that Isaiah was a spy for the Spang Theocracy, and knew that he would be charged with treason and apostasy and sent to the stake because of Isaiah's betrayal...

If Ron is really a prophet, this wouldn't be surprising!

After a long time, Herman's laughter finally stopped. He was the only one laughing, which was a bit awkward.

Clearing his throat, Herman said coldly: "Since you are a prophet, then tell me, when will our world be destroyed?"

"Sorry, this is beyond my ability." Ron answered honestly: "In fact, the world will not be destroyed easily. What will become extinct are the creatures living in this world."

"For example, humans, dragons, giants, elves..."

"In the near future, a great race will wither away."

"What followed was a disaster that swept the entire world."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the other three people except Ron changed.

"What disaster? When? Which great race are you referring to? Dragons or giants?" Gerald asked quickly. He didn't believe in any prophets, but he didn't know why, when Ron said this, an indescribable fear arose in his heart, which made him shudder.

Nowadays, there are two races in the world that claim to be great races, dragons and giants.

Among them, dragons are the rulers of the world. They exercise authority on behalf of gods and maintain order in the world. They are proud and powerful, and believe that dragons are the most noble and perfect existence in the world.

The giants, on the other hand, believe themselves to be the descendants of a ruler who once ruled the entire world, and that great blood flows in their veins.

"No way, Gerald, you really believe it? Wake up, he is lying to you." Hermann said unhappily, even forgetting to use the honorific title.

Gerald was in an irritable mood and glanced at Herman. If it wasn't for Herman's father, he would never allow such a useless guy to stay in Morroll Cathedral.

He prayed that Ron would reveal more information.

Ron, on the other hand, cast his gaze towards the scorching sun in the sky. After a long silence, Ron finally spoke slowly, his voice low but not deep, with a hint of etherealness:

"The everlasting city is hidden in the grey sky!"

"When the sun loses its light, it will come into the world and bring death!"

"Look, it's so magnificent!"

"Behold, the lost power!"

"But a gust of cold wind blew, leaving only a vast expanse of blood!"

Ron improvised a prophecy poem with his mediocre literary level, which immediately made him feel much more impressive.

Prophecy poems are meant to be ambiguous, leaving the other party to guess; this is called the demeanor of a master.

You guessed it right, that means my prediction was accurate.

If you guessed wrong, it’s because you are not smart enough and have misunderstood. It has nothing to do with me.

I don't know if it was because Ron was pretending too well. It was clearly a scorching sun, but Irelia, Virgil, and Gerald couldn't feel any warmth at all. It was as if a cold wind was blowing, making them feel chilly all over.

A fuzzy feeling of fear quietly crept into my heart. The prophetic poem did not provide much substantive content, but the scorching sun had lost its light, bringing death and blood, all of which symbolized the unknown.

The deep depression makes people feel that it is difficult to breathe.

Only Herman curled his lips in disdain. In his eyes, Ron was just playing tricks.

"Huh..." After a long while, Gerald finally seemed to have recovered from the fear. He glanced at Ron and asked, "When?"

Ron didn't answer, but turned around and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room, then slowly stretched out five fingers: "Five!"

"Five years?"

But at this moment, Ron suddenly curled up a thumb: "Four!"

Everyone's eyes widened. It wasn't five years, but... five seconds? What prophet would have nothing better to do than predict what would happen five seconds later? Are you sure you didn't come here to joke? Even though Irelia, Virgil, and Gerald had been intimidated by the mysterious and oppressive atmosphere of Ron before, and were about to believe the prophet's words, now they all couldn't help but wonder if their brains were crazy, otherwise how could they believe such nonsense? Herman sneered: "If you can predict accurately, I, Herman, will kneel down and call you grandpa!"

Five seconds?

He really wanted to humiliate himself! He couldn't wait to see Ron's humiliation.

When nothing happened after five seconds, he would laugh at the idiot.

"three!"

Ron, on the other hand, didn't care about the expressions of the people around him at all, he just counted down slowly by himself.

"two!"

"one!"

Just as Ron's voice fell, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened.

Looking up at the sky, there was a gap in the previously shining sun, as if a giant beast had opened its bloody mouth and was swallowing the scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

When the sun loses its light...

Recalling the prophetic poem that Ron had just made, an indescribable sense of fear instantly crept into everyone's heart. Looking at Ron again, the figure standing quietly in the same place, still unmoved in the coming of eternal darkness! 　The second chapter of 5,000 words is here, and 8,000 words have been updated today. I wanted to split this chapter, after all, it is too long, but... it is immoral to break it up, I hope I can remember it.

(End of this chapter)