Chapter 245 You will die if you try
“The great prophet serves the agent. Although the agent’s divine power is powerful, he cannot directly deliver the oracle. Therefore, the great prophet must have the ability to communicate with nature in order to sense the distant world. The agent of the Kingdom of God..."
Senna talked about the significance of the existence of the Great Prophet in the church. The Great Prophet is a servant of God. Mirael, the lark, one of the three agents, has the power to predict the future. The Great Prophet's status is very important.
And because great prophets are only servants of God, their status can be high or low.
When necessary, the omniscient prophet can guide the future of the church; when not necessary, the great prophet is just a nagging old man.
Congshen is also a god, and is also worshiped by believers. Senna does not want to speak too bluntly, which will damage the majesty of Congshen. She just wants Wayne to know what he is saying.
For low-level believers, being able to become a great prophet and contact God is tantamount to reaching heaven in one step.
For senior officials, respecting the gods is because they believe in the goddess. The goddess comes first and then the gods. This is a matter of principle and must not be taken lightly.
With Wayne's talent, there is no need to waste time on God, he deserves a higher and better position.
For example, God’s Chosen Knight!
Wayne analyzed in his mind that it was actually quite good to be a god. He was a lark and could predict the future. This ability was very impressive.
If he mastered this ability, no, he would become a great prophet who could deliver oracles about the future in the eyes of outsiders. Wouldn't he be able to make up oracles as he pleased?
That person is you. Don’t look at it. I have an oracle related to you. Come to my room and chat slowly tonight.
"There are not many people who can communicate with nature. It took the great prophet Tubie nearly a hundred years to train two students. They are different from you. Their talents are based on resources and they are not perfect..."
"Because of this, Tube can only stick to his position as a great prophet and cannot leave the human world to go to the Kingdom of God. His ability has become a shackle that prevents him from going further. He desires an outstanding student more than anyone else."
"If you become a great prophet, Tube will be your future. You will be unable to leave office throughout your life. You will sit in the prophet's hall every day and eventually become crazy..."
The Great Prophet was not as bad as Senna said, but in order to dispel Wayne's illusions, she highlighted the shortcomings of the Great Prophet and belittled him to the bone.
Immediately afterwards, Saina changed the topic: "I don't know how Xifei trained you. Maybe she was worried that you would be arrogant because of your talent, so she repeatedly suppressed your confidence. I can tell you very clearly, Wayne, you are a genius. You can be the knight of the goddess, and this is the honor worthy of you.”
Sena Barabara told the story of the greatness of the God's Chosen Knight. She did not brag deliberately, every word was true. She also highly praised the God's Chosen Knight.
If it weren't for her lack of talent, she would have wanted to become a natural knight.
Who wants to be the Pope if he can be a natural knight? This question is really not difficult to choose.
"Wayne, I didn't intentionally exaggerate the facts. Your talent is very good. Don't be tempted by Tu Bie. He has evil intentions and just wants to use you. No matter what he says, don't agree to him easily."
Senna spoke earnestly, and then mentioned the Pope, telling Wayne about a period of her tenure in the church that was severely suppressed.
To put it simply, the Pope is greedy for power and suppresses dissidents. Because of her outstanding performance, Senna was regarded as a thorn in the Pope's side and was often treated unfairly.
Because Wayne and Senna have a teacher-teacher relationship, they are also regarded as enemies by the Pope. Now the Pope and the Great Prophet have reached an agreement to push Wayne to live in a small dark room in the Prophet's Hall.
The kind of life sentence.
Wayne thought about it, the plot was too mudslide, and he couldn't find a good person in the story.
No, apart from him, I didn’t find a good person.
When did the church become like this!
The church is like this, and the Black Death Alliance of darkness and death has not yet won. What does this mean? Is it the excellent matching mechanism of God’s Choice Continent?
Wayne was full of complaints. After listening to Senna's story, he had no interest in the position under the Great Prophet's butt.
Without him, the Great Prophet has no holidays, is on duty 365 days a year, and cannot leave the church headquarters.
This is boring.
It is true that the great prophet is only a life sentence, not a prison sentence without a wife. As long as he does not leave the prophet's hall, he can do whatever he wants, and the Pope has no control over it.
Wayne has become a great prophet and can definitely bring Veronica into it.
But what to do with pagans like Philomena, Chris, Willie, and Mona? These are his empire, the foundation he has worked so hard to build.
"Wayne, talk!"
"The world is so big, I want to see it."
"What?"
"The ability to predict the future is certainly tempting, but the great prophet has too many restrictions, which is not suitable for my heart that yearns for freedom." Wayne said concisely. He wanted to go back to London for a soak, where the scenery is better.
Senna was overjoyed, encouraged Wayne a few words, and then said: "The God's Chosen Knight does not have such restrictions. Mr. Mulla, the Natural Knight, rarely stays at the headquarters. He can go wherever he wants. No one can command him except the goddess. ”
Senna and Gavin said similar things. Instead of a great prophet, a real man should be a knight.
"Teacher Senna, can I really be a natural knight?"
"Of course, Deputy Captain Gavin of the Natural Knights is very optimistic about you."
"It's hard to say..."
Wayne expressed deep doubts, but not his own talent. Two practices proved that if he wanted to be the God's Chosen, he didn't need the goddess' nod at all, just a touch.
What he questioned was the outcome.
Wayne didn't understand anything when he pulled out the Shadow Nightmare. Later he learned that the God's Chosen Knight is very troublesome, and the goddess is always paying attention to her knight.
Because the Headless Horseman was in front, he never had a direct conversation with the Goddess of Death.
The same goes for Twilight Despair, with Auston taking the lead.
The two unlucky guys suffered at the front, while Wayne followed behind and took advantage, without any responsibility or responsibility.
A natural knight or something, if the handover ceremony is really completed and the goddess of nature talks directly, the goddess happily pokes her head and discovers that her knight has practiced skills on the side of death and darkness...
What, isn’t this your first time?
As you can imagine, the goddess's face turned dark.
The above are all Wayne's speculations, good speculations. He also has a worse speculation. The two goddesses of death and darkness have paid attention to him.
Because he is an ally, and because the headless knight Zhi Xi and Auston are disobedient to discipline, they default to him as the knight's trumpet, that is, the spare tire.
We are all allies, we are all sisters behind closed doors, and there is no harm in sharing a spare tire.
The goddess of nature is not a sister, she is Bichi from the enemy camp, and the spare tire she has worked so hard to train for has been robbed...
If it triggers a war of faith, wouldn't it be a big mistake for him, Wayne?
Wayne would like to see the goddesses fighting in a ball, scratching their faces, pulling out their hair, and tearing off their clothes. The more similar scenes the better, but he knows in his heart that if a war of faith breaks out, only ordinary believers will die. .
Furthermore, after all the ordinary believers are dead and the disciples are seriously injured, it is the turn of the divinely chosen knight to come on stage and finish the show. He plays the role of the triangle alone, so he can't split it and hit himself, right?
When that day comes, the angry goddesses will only tear him apart before tearing him apart.
Natural Knight’s vest is a must-have!
Wayne refused the temptation with all his heart. The black death vest was enough.
The Death Knight raises his upper limit, making him eligible to show off his power against the legendary mage in the novice stage. The Dark Knight is the icing on the cake, and it is very effective when used to disgust the old master. This is not necessary for the Natural Knight, and it is the same without him.
"Wayne, talk!"
"Teacher Senna, this matter needs to be considered in the long term. I know myself too well and am used to being free and loose. The goddess will definitely look down on me."
"Why do you say that if you don't try?"
Try it or die!
Do you know that standing in front of you is the double knight of death and darkness.
Wayne's lack of interest in Natural Knight, and his perfunctory attitude made Senna extremely worried. She once suspected that Wayne lacked desire and was a piece of shit like Heaphy.
It is normal for children to have no desires when they are still young. It will be fine when they grow up.
Senna took a deep breath to comfort herself. She gave a few words of advice, telling Wayne to be careful about the Great Prophet and that we would talk about the Natural Knight in a few days.
By then, Wayne would still have this indifferent attitude, so she could only increase her intensity and use Xiffy's dragon blood curse as a temptation.
She didn’t believe that Wayne wouldn’t be fooled!
In order to become the next pope, Senna will do everything she can to make Wayne a natural knight.
"Teacher, go slowly. I'll see you later."
Wayne waved goodbye to the air and turned to go to the second floor to see if he could have a mixed bath with brother and sister.
Bang!
The humanoid cannonball took off on the spot and landed in the woods outside the villa.
"This guy is really, why is he so excited? If someone sees it, he will definitely misunderstand the relationship between brother and sister..."
Wayne dusted himself off and blamed Veronica for not looking at the overall situation and just taking a mixed bath. It's not like she had never mixed up before.
Be careful and you won't get killed.
"Chichichichichichi——"
A frightened monkey landed on the ground and jumped around trying to drive away the intruder. Wayne hurriedly left its territory for fear of being thrown out.
I turned around and realized something was wrong.
Not a monkey, but a mandrill.
"There are actually mandrills in Osteria, right..."
The more Wayne thought about it, the stranger he became. He looked carefully at the brightly colored monkey in front of him, and was surprised to find that this monkey had a natural domain similar to his. Perfectly blending into the surrounding nature, like an inconspicuous plant, this mandrill cannot be spotted without the naked eye.
"As expected of the headquarters of the Church of Nature, even the monkey's talent is so terrifying."
Wayne complained, indicating that he was hit, straightened his face, and asked tentatively: "Great Prophet?"
The password is correct!
The mandrill stood upright like a monkey wearing a crown. The light of wisdom flashed in his eyes. His whole body temperament changed drastically. He lost his wild nature and looked like a knowledgeable wise man.
"Candidate Wayne, this is the first time we meet. I am the great prophet at the headquarters of the Church of Nature. You can call me Tubie." Mandrill spoke human words.
"Tu... Great Prophet Tubie, it's an honor to see you at your doorstep."
Wayne regards mandrills as magical beings, or they may be alternative trust birds. Others raise pigeons and owls, while the great prophet raises monkeys and uses magic to host his thoughts in them.
"I wasted a lot of time on the way here. You should have met with High Priest Senna."
Mandrill's words were full of helplessness: "Your teacher is a student of High Priest Senna. Compared to me, you are more likely to trust her. This is my weakness. I hope you will keep the next words in mind and think carefully. Let’s find out who is really good for you.”
Needless to say, neither of you are good people.
"Great Prophet Tubie, I am deeply honored to receive your teachings. Please tell me." Wayne said politely.
Mandrill seemed to be in a hurry, speaking quickly about the functions of the great prophet and the importance to the church, carefully choosing good words, trying to arouse Wayne's desire.
Then, using examples and the ability to communicate naturally, he pointed out that he and Wayne had common talents and that Wayne still had potential to tap.
Senna cannot guide all of Wayne's talents. He is different. Through his teachings, Wayne can not only realize his potential perfectly, but also communicate with God and learn the magic of predicting the future.
Finally, Mandrill said: "Some time ago, I provided information about the Nightmare Corridor to the two candidates in the Frank Division, allowing you to successfully pass the test. It was no coincidence. I was prepared to hand over the information to you from the beginning."
Wayne was slightly startled, wanting to hear what Tu Tu was talking about.
"I have an old friend in Windsor. He contacted me some time ago and asked me to help you become the Holy Son. His name is Plank."
That old psychotic friend is actually you?
Wayne was surprised. Plank's path was so wild. Could he be an undercover agent of the Church of Nature?
Thinking about it again, all the twenty-five men in the Windsor Ministry of Magic swear to be loyal to the Queen, but in fact they all have their own agenda. Gangplank may not be an undercover agent of the Church of Nature, but the Church of Nature is definitely his retreat. one.
"Dean Planck is overthinking it. It is impossible for me to become the Holy Son. The church does not have this tradition."
"It has nothing to do with talent, it's a matter of gender. You don't have to be too pessimistic. It's not your fault."
Mandrill comforted him and praised him without hesitation: "Wayne, your talent is perfect for a great prophet. If it were you, you would definitely be able to see the future and become a true prophet."
Seeing Wayne's expressionless expression, Mandrill continued: "I don't want to speak ill of High Priest Senna, but she is indeed a cold-blooded person. Don't be used by her, let alone be kidnapped by the relationship between master and apprentice. Think about your teacher. I didn't lie."
Wayne remained expressionless.
The mandrill pondered for a moment and said wisely: "The inheritance of the great prophet is inseparable from nature. You cannot master the essence through self-study. Now you can only communicate with a part of nature, and it is limited to plants, not the entire nature."
"Can the Great Prophet Tube do it?"
Wayne became interested and talked for a long time before finally getting to the point.
"I can't do it, my talent is limited, you can, but you can't do it because no one teaches you."
The mandrill glanced at Wayne meaningfully: "Are you very confused, obviously it is an elf that is perfectly integrated with nature, but there is always something missing?"
"What is it?"
Wayne's eyes lit up. This question had been bothering him for a long time.
The mandrill showed an anthropomorphic smile: "Wayne, I can't tell you the answer. It involves the inheritance of the great prophet's lineage. This is forbidden knowledge."
If you want answers, come to the Palace of the Prophets, where I put everything!
Under Wayne's speechless gaze, Mandrill brought up several more tempting topics, tickling every boot but refusing to give him any pleasure.
Don't ask, it's because it involves inheritance and you can't tell.
If you want to learn, come to the Prophet's Hall and I will teach you!
After being seduced by the mandrill for five minutes, it dispersed, merged with nature, and turned into an ordinary monkey.
Before Tubie's thoughts dissipated, he left Wayne with a message: "Think carefully, what can Senna give you, what kind of person is she, what can I give you, and what do you long for?"
Please don’t leave. I hope that when we meet next time, Wayne will no longer be expressionless.
"These people are really troublesome..."
Wayne's sense of the higher-ups of the church headquarters has plummeted. It was not high before, but now it has dropped directly to negative points. He can't wait to transform into a natural knight and beat them all.
The dream of a teacher becoming a pope was also shattered.
Xifei comes to the headquarters and will transform into Senna sooner or later. When that day comes, the Landau family will definitely break up.
Wayne gave up his obsession with telling the Luminous script to Saint, but the cost was too great. He would rather tell Veronica the script, and if possible, Chrissy and Willy would listen and interact with the script.
If one day he could have a threesome, what kind of saint would he want?
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Nature Church Headquarters.
The unknown space is hidden in the gap between the God's Choice Continent and the void. Multiple portals are shrouded in clouds and mist. The human world cannot see its shape, its name, or its location.
The mountains in this space are undulating, like a beautiful scroll unfolding, like a dream, so beautiful that it makes people forget to leave. It is also like a barrier, blocking the contact between the void universe and the God's Choice Continent.
The ancient trees in the mountains and forests are lush and green, and the vitality and vitality of nature can be seen everywhere. The golden dream is not limited to greenery, the rolling sea of clouds and the passing breeze are all included in the artistic conception of nature.
Nature is a concept, ranging from plants and trees to everything in the world, including the sun, moon and stars.
Be braver, it is like this day and night, and so is death.
From the top of the ten-step mountain, you can see from a bird's eye view a group of magnificent buildings, some far away and some near, arranged in rows and rows, with large and small churches well-proportioned, forming a city.
There is a city, and there is a distinction between the city center and the suburbs. On a lonely hill in the suburbs, a group of white palace buildings stands alone.
It can be said that he has nothing to do with the world, or he can be said that he is not accepted.
The Prophet's Hall!
In the green garden behind the main hall, a huge tree canopy spreads out in an umbrella shape. Among the variegated shadows of the trees, larks are jumping and singing.
Two young men in white robes sprinkled birdseed under the tree. Their calm aura blended with the surrounding nature. They were regarded as companions by the larks, who competed to play and play on them.
The two young men have elegant temperaments, their handsome facial features tend to be soft, and their eyebrows are not sharp. At first glance, they look like honest people who are easy to talk to.
Virgil.
Serhi.
Two students of the Great Prophet.
Thump edge thump edge!
A lark landed in front of the two of them with an envelope in its mouth, cheering and jumping, as if to take credit.
Virgil took the envelope calmly and fed the bird food as a reward. After opening it, his face gradually became ugly.
"Virgil, what prophecy did you see again?"
Cexi stepped forward happily and read the contents of the letter. Her expression suddenly changed and she blurted out: "Who is this guy named Wayne? Where did he come from? Is the teacher really looking for him?"
There is no airtight wall in the world, and even if there is one, it will be chipped away by someone who wants to steal it.
The content of the letter was no less than a bolt from the blue, directly denying Virgil and Circe's years of hard work. The two of them fell into a low mood. In confusion, they were unable to maintain their own balance. They frightened away the larks around them and started chirping questions in succession. piece.
"Virgil, let's go find the teacher."
"No, this letter came out of nowhere, deliberately confusing your and my thinking..."
Virgil suppressed his depression and said calmly: "Besides, if the teacher makes a choice, we have no right to object. Everything is fate."
Fuck fate, don't you know how many predictions are true?
Fate is earned, not destined!
Circe snorted coldly, shook her white robe, and walked quickly towards the main hall. He wanted to ask the teacher the truth. Hundreds of years of sitting still meant nothing.
Virgil sighed, lit a flame in his palm and burned the letter without stopping Circe, wanting to hear what the teacher thought.
in addition……
"Who is it, who is disturbing the tranquility of the Prophet's Hall?"
"The Oracle High Priest..."
"Or the Pope?"
Virgil smiled bitterly. This letter came at the right time, and he was heartbroken.
(End of chapter)