92 The Prophecy (1/2)

Chapter 92: The Prophecy

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Close to the Dark Mountain Range, the silver-robed great priest Ilia was standing on a rock, looking down at the few heretics kneeling on the ground.

The rage of the great priest was horrible. The huge rock started to crack from his dark power.

”Who can tell me… what the hell happened?!” Ilia was shouting like a wounded beast.

They suffered a great loss tonight. The power of Argent Horn in the duchy was almost annihilated. The number of the members who survived was less than ten, including a level five dark knight, Dragan, two high priests, three ordinary priests and an ordinary dark knight.

Years of Ilia’s hard work were ruined overnight. Now his body was covered by a layer of black fire with a strong smell of sulphur. As the silver hood slipped down, Ilia’s face was revealed.

There were two goat horns on his head, and his eyes were bloody red. The knights and the priests kneeling in front of him didn’t dare to look up.

After a while, Ilia calmed himself down and put the hood on again. Then, he asked, ”Who can tell me… why the Church and House Violet were there tonight?”

”The so-called Professor… he was escaping from the Church tonight and somehow he found the underground palace. That’s what I know,” answered Dragan carefully.

After a moment of silence, Ilia shouted again, ”Then who’s that bloody Professor?!”

”The night watcher said that this Professor might come from the Continental Congress of Magic,” answered Dragan, ”Actually, we got the news that Professor was gonna meet a sorcerer apprentice somewhere in the Black Forest. Since it was very far from us…”

”You f***king idiots!” Ilia almost wanted to tear Dragan into pieces.

Knowing that he said something stupid, Dragan lowered his head and dared not contradict the great priest. In Dragan’s mind, it was just impossible for them to block the whole Black Forest and drive all the people in the forest away.

”Professor… he did this on purpose.” Gnashing his teeth, Ilia said slowly, ”Killing two birds with one stone, even without getting any blood on his own hands. But why he did this...”

”But I thought the Congress of Magic was on our side…” asked a level five priest with confusion.

”Internal conflict is everywhere,” sneered Ilia.

Then Ilia turned around and started to pray to the Great Master of Argent, seeking for the revelation from his God.

All the followers started to pray as well.

A black shadow came out from Ilia’s silver robe and gradually covered all of them.

In the darkness, all the followers present heard a deep voice in their mind, but only Ilia could understand the message.

Soon the shadow disappeared and Ilia stood up. He raised his right hand high and said to all the followers, ”The Great Master of Argent assured me that despite the setback we suffered tonight, we’ll still be able to accomplish the task, and build the great realm for our true God on the ground.”

”May you walk on the ground, as you walk in your realm,” responded the other followers in an encouraged way.

”The Great Master also showed me a prophecy: ‘A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut’.”

”What does it mean?” asked Dragan, ”It’s like a poem…”

”The devil sullied Aalto. We cannot see it clearly.” Ilia shook his head.

Fate and time were the hardest to understand. Even the greatest prophet was like an ordinary person when facing a huge mountain, and all he or she could see was only a very small part of it.

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