Chapter 1807: Lost Civilization! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”Protect His Majesty!”

The Governors and Deputy Governors cried out in alarm as they moved to stand in front of Mutasim III.

”There's no need to panic. It's the Hierophant!”

In contrast, Mutasim III was completely unperturbed.

He watched as another massive claw emerged from the depths. Upon this claw was the familiar figure of the Hierophant.

The Hierophant!

Although Mutasim III had never seen Hierophant Khatabah with his own eyes, portraits of him could be found all over the Imperial Palace in Baghdad.

Mutasim III carefully examined this man. The man atop the black and red claw wore a clean white robe, and possessed a slender figure and deep blue eyes. His most striking feature was his beard, which was extremely neat despite its thickness.

Despite all the time that has passed, he still shows no sign of aging! Mutasim III remarked to himself.

Several decades had passed since Khatabah had entered seclusion, at which time he had been more than eighty years old. But though so much time had passed, the only change to Khatabah's appearance was a few whitening hairs. He still seemed to be around fifty years old.

He still looked the same as the portrait he had left behind, when he was at his prime!

”You're Jaha's son?” Khatabah suddenly said.

Despite the temperature of more than one hundred thousand degrees, Khatabah was completely unaffected, to the great shock of the surrounding Governors and Deputy Governors.

”Hierophant!”

Mutasim III hastily bowed his head in utmost reverence. Mutasim III possessed a lofty status in the Arabian Empire, and only Khatabah could speak to him like this.

In terms of age, Khatabah was one hundred and thirty. This was more than twice Mutasim III's age. He truly did have the right to speak to Mutasim III in this sort of tone.

”How disgraceful! When I handed control over the army to you, everything had been in place. All you needed to do was follow the plan, and in short order, all of the continent would have been united by Arabia, and we would become the true hegemon of the world. I didn't expect that you'd be defeated by some teenager of the east, almost letting him reach Baghdad,” Khatabah coldly said. As he spoke he stepped onto the rim of the well.

Mutasim III blushed in shame. The strong did not require much tact. This was the case for him, Khatabah, and all the Governors and Deputy Governors.

There was no question that they had made an enormous error in the attempted conquest of the eastern world.

Behind Mutasim III, the Governors and Deputy Governors lowered their heads, not daring to meet Khatabah's gaze. Many of them had taken part in the Battle of Khorasan, and many of them had been pursued by that eastern youth and left completely humiliated.

In the face of this invincible and undefeated Arab legend, none of them dared to argue.

After a few moments of silence, Mutasim III said, ”Hierophant, the enemies of the eastern world were stronger than imagined. We did not believe it at first, but later on, Abu Muslim was defeated, the Mamelukes were defeated, and even Your Holiness's disciple Qutaybah was defeated at Talas. Hierophant understands very well the strength of Qutaybah and his Revelation Army. What we are facing is no ordinary foe.”

The mention of Qutaybah caused Khatabah to fall silent, and he did not continue his criticisms.

”No matter what sort of enemy we face, no one can stop our Arabia.” Khatabah regained his composure, and he stepped onto the air, treading it like it was solid ground as he descended from the rim of the well. ”In the end, Qutaybah lost because he was too weak. Although his Revelation Army tried to imitate my own army, he only managed to achieve seventy percent of the likeness. He can blame no one except himself for his defeat.

”However, no one is allowed to humiliate Arabia. Let me deal with that young commander of the Great Tang. The eastern world… in the end, I must be the one to pacify it!”

Mutasim III and all the Governors and Deputy Governors meekly bowed their heads.

Subduing the eastern world…

This was also the reason they had appeared here. Once they subdued the Great Tang, the other countries were nothing.

”Hierophant, starting from now, I am willing to grant you complete control over the military. All the Governors, Deputy Governors, and soldiers of the empire will be yours to command… until you have completely conquered the eastern world! If you succeed, I will enter your name into the holy texts, hailing you as Saint so that the future sovereigns and subjects can revere you. Your Holiness will be honored as the greatest War God of the empire!” Mutasim III respectfully said.

Khatabah cared little about wealth and titles, but Mutasim III's offer still slightly moved him. Even he was extraordinarily tempted by the thought of being made a Saint.

It was also true that uniting the continent under Arabia's rule, subjugating all other peoples, was an unprecedented feat that would make one deserving of the title of Saint.

”Hierophant, since you have already subdued that thing, you also should have gained some control over that object from that lost civilization underground, yes?” the High Priest suddenly asked.