Chapter 108 New Prophecy (3k, more updates from the leader)
"I have heard about your story. The lady saved you from being killed because she saw the light in your eyes."

"My Lord, I believe that even if you are just a stranger possessed by a goblin, you should be redeemed."

"So, my Lord gave you a chance, and you proved to my Lord that even strangers are worth redemption."

The masked man spoke of this incident with admiration.

The goblin also puffed out his chest proudly:
"I will always be proud of this, and I am always ready to sacrifice my life for you, Your Excellency, to atone for my sin of blaspheming your glory."

The masked man smiled and said:
"My Lord won't care about this. Didn't she personally pick you up from a pool of blood?"

The Goblin shook his head and said firmly:
"I have to care. I have indeed committed a serious crime. Your Excellency does not care because you are so noble. I cannot. I am not qualified."

The goblin pointed at the iron gate and said:

"In the next fight, I will be at the front. I know there are many people who have the same idea as me, but I have to grab the front position."

"I will be the first to conquer the Seven Hills to atone for my sins."

The masked man bowed slightly:
"I admire your courage and faith deeply, even though you were born in a place where there are no gods and no faith."

"It doesn't matter. I have found my own beliefs. I also believe that even the dwarves in the Seven Hills will eventually understand your noble ideals."

The goblin drew out the sword that the master had personally given him and said:

"This is the sword that symbolizes the identity of a knight. I am just a goblin and a stranger, but since you have accepted me as a member of the Pure White Knights, I will give you everything I have."

"I will use the sword that the Lord has given me to show the stubborn dwarves of the Seven Hills that they are wrong!"

"Then, I will let the adults' beautiful ideals be implemented in this world, and in my world!"

The masked man leaned forward in even greater admiration:

"I also admire your glory, but I am far from being as determined as you. Although I am ahead for the time being, I believe that with this faith, you will definitely become a demigod, an angel, and finally serve you forever."

"However, in order to make this a reality, please let me give you this. It is just a small blessing that may save your life at a critical moment."

"I know you are willing to sacrifice your life for me, but if you keep your life, you can do more for me, right?"

The Goblin gladly accepted:
"You are right, my friend. I can feel your deep love and admiration for the adults. You must also have the same unwavering faith in the adults as we do!"

Watching the Goblin take his medal.

The masked man returned to his tent with his hands behind his back.

Then he took off his mask, revealing a face that was festering.

He felt no pain because he was blessed.

But he couldn't recover because he was already dead.

He died on that damn grassland, at the hands of Sauron, a man he didn't know whether to thank or curse.

Without Soran, He would not have died, nor would He have lost the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Four.

But without Sauron, He would not appear, and would always be suppressed by the latecomer, and then disappear completely.

Looking at his ugly self in the mirror, although he didn't care about his body shape and face, he did find it a bit disgusting.

It’s a pity that even in this state, that bitch could still hold my corpse and wake me up.

You have to know that the bitch kissed her forehead which was full of maggots and pus to wake herself up.

Just thinking about it, I feel that even if it's just a show, this bitch is a bit outrageous.

No wonder she can achieve everything she has today.

He was extremely afraid of that bitch's ability, but only that bitch would truly cooperate with him and pull him back from hell.

Even death can be enchanted.

What a terrifying ability! God, it’s a good thing you didn’t give this ability to one of your eldest sons.

Otherwise, the War of Apocalypse would end without even having to fight.

In that case, I would be trapped in the position of an angel forever.

He couldn't see his main god die.

After sighing, he raised his hand and tore off a piece of rotten flesh from his face.

Although it is rotten meat, it is indeed full of divinity.

After all, they are the flesh and blood of angels, and the root of angels is still Him, the returned Supreme One.

The power of that bitch is so terrifying. If she wasn't overconfident, I would have no chance at all.

Although I can't live without her now, I am a prophet!

The prophet is best at making bad cards come alive and dead ends come to pass.

Bitch, you want me to be your dog, then wait for me to bite your throat off!
A brand new stone slab appeared before his eyes, with festering flesh and blood blending into it.

After a moment, the powder fell off.

Above it floated the prophecies that guided His progress.

The big bell tolls once.

The warriors return.

The big bell rang twice.

King's return.

The big bell rang three times.

The gods have returned.

Big clock?

His gaze instantly passed through the tent and looked at the big bell hanging high above the iron gate.

This was placed on the iron gate by the King of Turin.

But I heard that the real creator was not King Durin, but Dark Moon.

The Moon King commissioned his god to make this bell, and then gave it to his best friend as a gift.

Since then, this bell has become a symbol of friendship between the two kings.

Only when the ancient and mysterious Moon King comes to visit, will the King of Turin ring the bell and open the thirteen gates under the iron gate. He and the Moon King are not from the same era. By that time, he had already died.

But according to some of the things He found, the Moon King seemed to be from the same era as He.

It's just that guy has been hiding.

It is also possible that the guy has been active in another capacity.

But I think it must be an angel.

Important but not that important.

What's more, I am the only one here now. There is no King Turin, no Moon King, and even Dark Moon is as good as dead.

So the big clock is very obvious.

But what does it mean when a warrior returns, when a king returns? !

That bitch won't come here. Then her dog won't come here either.

Definitely.

The warrior can explain a lot, but this king.
It seems that the lack of Sequence Four characteristics has severely limited me.

It’s that damned Sauron after all!
I must find a way to kill Him when I get back!

Even if He is still involved with the elves!
Foolish Anstis, you will never have a chance to avenge the deep hatred between you and Soran.

But since He has offended me, I will show mercy and help you solve it!
After chuckling a few times, He hurriedly pressed his forehead.

A large amount of pus flowed down His fingers into His sleeves.

It smells very bad.

"You can't think like that. You can't think like that. Soran and I are not direct enemies. I have no reason to make enemies."

"It's still because of that idiot Anstis."

The lack of Sequence Four characteristics had a great impact on Him.

If He is not the returned Supreme One, but just a Sequence 2 angel.

He must have gone mad.

Being able to maintain such rationality now is already a very powerful performance.

"Anyway, this is the most important thing. The last prophecy!"

His hand slapped the last two prophecies on the tablet.

The bell tolls three times, and the gods return.

This is what He desires.

But it is not enough now. He is only a Sequence Two now, and he cannot distort the prophecy and usurp fate.

Damn it, is that woman so obsessed with this that even after starting this war for me, she still hasn't sent me my potion? !
The three of them can rely on their previous accumulation to allow the clown to slowly collect the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Two.

But there are only three copies of the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One!
It's almost impossible with just three scumbags and a clown.

So the three of them each arranged a path, and he didn't know what Anstis and that guy had arranged.

The woman He had prepared was that woman.

That woman was indeed capable. Not only did she save him and start this war, she also found a Sequence One potion for him.

But the woman was still reluctant to hand over the potion to him.

It was obvious that she was on guard against herself.

Because she knew that she had not been completely corrupted by her.

"I have to do something, otherwise I won't be able to tamper with the prophecy."

"But I don't have much time left. The charm of that woman is too terrifying. The longer I delay, the more I will be charmed by her."

"Hope, hope, where is my hope?"

He was thinking hard about his way out.
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And in the distant other side.

In a pure white temple.

Watching the color of the pillars change from pitch black to pure white.

A copy of the sequence four extraordinary characteristics was placed next to the pillar to complete the task, and a copy of the sequence one extraordinary characteristics was also placed next to the pillar.

In this world, black has always been considered the color of prophets.
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Moon, who had completed his promotion, had reached the edge of the Seven Hills. From here, he could already see the Iron Gate from afar.

That is the divine barrier left by King Durin to the dwarves.

Not even the wrath of the gods could destroy this fortress.

Once upon a time, the iron gate had always been the hope of the living.

However, Moon did not expect that the iron gate that even the Lost Man could not break through would be taken away in this way today.

After sighing, Moon set his sights on the large clock that could be easily seen even at this distance.

That was a gift I gave to King Turin.

Made by her own hands.
It was a treasure that she had poured a lot of effort into, and even the dwarves admired it.

Thinking of this, Moon couldn't help but lower his head.

He didn't know how to deal with all this.

Fortunately, the noise coming from behind gave Moon a reason to let go of everything.

He took out the revolver given by Mr. Potter and pointed it behind him:
"Come out, or I'll really shoot!"

As Moon's voice fell, another thing also fell from the tree.

Wait until Moen saw what it was.

Moon was completely confused.

Morn swore that this was the first time he had seen a spirit representing nature fall from a tree on its own.

　Today's 10,000 words are finished, and there are still 10,000 words tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)