Although the old man still didn't understand why the gods would specifically ask 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.
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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.
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."
Buzz—
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!"
Although he heard the god's reply, the old man was not a divine scroll user after all, and his aged and decaying body was on the verge of collapse.
Seemingly sensing the crisis facing the believers, the deity, without joy or sorrow, issued a command:
Leave.
Go and continue your mission.
"Thank you for your understanding. Well then... I'll take my leave."
The old man stood up shakily, bowed weakly to the still empty wall, and then turned and left.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally left the room and saw the waiter waiting outside the door.
"grown ups……"
The waiter tried to say something, but the old man raised his hand to stop him.
The old man, his head trembling, raised it and gazed at the sky, speaking excitedly but incoherently:
“I heard it… Father, I heard it.”
"Waaah... The Lord has not abandoned us, He has not."
Then, in a fit of extreme excitement, the old man fainted and fell into the messenger's hastily opened arms.
"Quickly, take the adult to a doctor! Hurry!"
"quick!!!"
He was lifted up, and even in his unconscious state, the old man showed a faint smile.
"Lord, you still have mercy on us..."
Like a child, smiling contentedly.
Creak...Crunch.
After the old man left, the door to the room slowly closed, and everything in the secret room seemed to return to its previous state.
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