Restarting the myth

"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 agent who is far away in 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 tonight and chat slowly.

"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 had been 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 longs for freedom." Wayne said concisely. He wanted to go back to Lundam for a soak, as the scenery there 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, 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 know anything when he pulled out the Shadow Nightmare. Later, he found out that the Chosen Knight was very troublesome and the goddess was always paying attention to his knight.

Because the Dullahan was in the front, he never had a direct conversation with the Goddess of Death.

The same was true for Twilight Despair, where Aston was in the front.

The two unlucky guys were in the front and suffered, while Wayne followed behind to get the advantage, without any responsibility or responsibility.

What if the natural knight really completed the handover ceremony and talked directly with the goddess of nature, the goddess would happily stick her head out and find that her knight had practiced skills in death and darkness...

What, this is not your first time?

As you can imagine, the goddess's face turned black.

The above are all Wayne's speculations, beautiful speculations. He also has a worse speculation that the goddesses of death and darkness have paid attention to him.

Because they are allies, and the Dullahan is stupid and Aston is undisciplined, he is tacitly regarded as a knight trumpet, that is, a spare tire.

As allies, they are sisters behind closed doors, and sharing a spare tire is harmless.

The goddess of nature is not a sister, but a bitch from the enemy camp. The spare tire that he has trained so hard has been robbed...

If a war of faith is triggered, wouldn't Wayne be guilty of a big sin?

Wayne is happy to see the goddesses fighting, scratching faces, pulling hair, and tearing clothes. The more similar scenes, the better, but he knows in his heart that if a war of faith really breaks out, only ordinary believers will die.

In addition, when all ordinary believers die and the disciples are seriously injured, it will be the turn of the Chosen Knight to come out and finish. He will play three roles by himself. He can't split up and fight himself, right?

When that day comes, the angry goddesses will only tear him apart before they start to tear each other apart.

The vest of the Knight of Nature is not worth it!

Wayne rejected the temptation from the bottom of his heart. The vest of Black Death is enough.

The Death Knight raised his upper limit, allowing him to show off his power to the legendary wizard in the novice period. The Dark Knight is the icing on the cake, which is very effective in disgusting Lao Deng. The Knight of Nature is unnecessary. It doesn't matter whether he has it or not.

"Wayne, say something!"

"Teacher Senna, this matter needs to be considered carefully. I know myself too well. I am used to being free and undisciplined. The goddess will definitely not like me."

"Why do you say that if you don't try?"

"Try and you will die!

Do you know that the knight standing in front of you is the double knight of death and darkness?

Wayne has little interest in the Knight of Nature. His perfunctory attitude makes Senna very distressed. She once suspected that Wayne lacked desire and was a hopeless mud like Xifei.

The child is still young and it is normal to have no desire. It will be fine when he grows up.

Senna took a deep breath and comforted herself in this way. She told Wayne to be careful of the Great Prophet and talk about the Knight of Nature in a few days.

If Wayne still has this indifferent attitude, she can only increase the intensity and use Xifei's dragon blood curse as a temptation.

She doesn't believe Wayne will not be fooled!

For the position of the next Pope, Senna will give everything to make Wayne a Knight of Nature.

"Teacher, take care. See you later."

Wayne waved goodbye to the air and turned to the second floor to try to have a mixed bath with his brother and sister.

Bang!

The human-shaped cannonball took off from the spot and landed in the grove outside the villa.

"What a fool! Why is he so excited? If someone sees him, they will definitely misunderstand the relationship between the brother and sister..."

Wayne patted the dust off his body and blamed Veronica for not having a big picture. It was just a mixed bath. It was not like they had mixed baths before.

Be careful, no one will die.

"Chichi zhizhi————"

A frightened monkey fell to the ground, jumping and trying to drive away the intruder. Wayne was afraid of being thrown shit, so he hurriedly left its territory.

Turning around, he found something wrong.

It's not a monkey, it's a mandrill.

"There are mandrills in Osteria, isn't it..."

Wayne thought more and more strangely. He looked carefully at the colorful 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 found without the naked eye.

"It is worthy of being the headquarters of the Church of Nature. Even the monkey's talent is so terrible."

Wayne complained, indicating that he was hit. He adjusted his face and tried to ask: "Great Prophet?"

The password is correct!

The mandrill stood upright like a monkey in a crown, with a light of wisdom flashing in his eyes. His temperament changed drastically, and his wild nature faded away like a knowledgeable wise man.

"Candidate Wayne, nice to meet you. I am the Great Prophet of the Church of Nature. You can call me Tubie." The mandrill spoke human words.

"Tu... Great Prophet Tubie, it's an honor to meet you at my doorstep."

Wayne regarded the mandrill as a magical life, or perhaps an alternative carrier bird. Others raise pigeons and owls, but the Great Prophet raises monkeys and casts 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."

The mandrill was helpless: "Your teacher is a student of High Priest Senna. Compared with me, you are more likely to trust her. This is my weakness. I hope you will remember the following words and think carefully about who is the one who really wants you."

Needless to say, neither of you is a good person.

"Great Prophet Tubie, I am honored to receive your teachings. Please speak." Wayne said politely.

The mandrill seemed to be in a hurry. He spoke quickly about the functions of the Great Prophet and his importance to the church. He only said the good things and tried 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 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 one of his escape routes.

"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 then 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. 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, scratching his boots every time 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 Willie 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 mountain forest are towering and lush, 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 magnificent group of buildings, some far away and some near, arranged row after row, 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 hilltop 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, and among the variegated shadows of the trees, larks jump and sing.

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.

Flutter flutter!

A lark came down with an envelope in its mouth, landing in front of the two people, cheering and jumping, as if to ask for credit.

Virgil took the envelope calmly and fed bird food as a reward. After opening it, his face gradually became ugly.

"Virgil, what prophecy did you see again?"

Serhi walked forward happily, browsed the contents of the letter, and his face suddenly changed. He blurted out: "Who is this guy named Wayne? Where did he jump out of? Did the teacher really go to find him?"

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Even if there is, it will be drilled into the wall by someone with ulterior motives.

The content of the letter was no less than a bolt from the blue, directly negating Virgil and Serhi's years of hard work. The two people fell into a trough of mood. In their confusion, they could not maintain their own balance, and scared away the surrounding larks, and the chirping questioning sounded one after another.

"Virgil, let's go find the teacher."

"No, this letter came out of nowhere, deliberately confusing our thinking..."

Virgil suppressed his depression and said lightly: "Besides, if the teacher makes a choice, we have no right to object, everything is fate."

Fuck his fate, how many prophecies are true, don't you know?

Fate is fought for, not destined!

Sexi snorted coldly, shook his white robe, and walked quickly to the direction of the hall. He wanted to ask the teacher the truth. He couldn't sit there for hundreds of years without anything.

Virgil sighed, ignited a flame in his palm and burned the letter. He didn't stop Sexi, wanting to hear what the teacher thought.

In addition...

"Who is it, who is disturbing the tranquility of the Prophet's Hall?"

"The High Priest of the Oracle..."

"Or the Pope?"

Virgil smiled bitterly. This letter came at too timely, and his heart was in turmoil.