Khan dusted off his body and tried to make himself look less embarrassed.

Hey—

It was a brand new body, and although it looked like an ordinary old man, he could feel the power of the roar in his body. It's a pity that this force can't be used in battle, otherwise it wouldn't be beaten like this.

To get to such a point, we have to start with the oracle.

If he could, Khan would rather continue to live after death than be reincarnated, because everything is really comfortable after death. In the garden, the light of the gods shines on the body, bringing a different kind of warmth, making people feel at ease and fulfilled. And he just had to be as religious as ever, and he didn't have to pay more.

This is the real life, calm, comfortable, and full of happiness. I wish it could go on forever, but unfortunately the night came. It's very easy to say that the leisure time is over, and a new journey of life awaits them. Just go out for a walk and have a casual chat with the people you meet.

Talk?

No one believed it from the beginning, and he wouldn't believe it.

If he did, then Nicole would not be the bishop of today, so the more indifferent the attitude of the gods, the more careful they should be.

Although the oracle does not specify what to talk about, how can it not be clear as a sacrifice?

Faith can only be faith.

He knew that his people were different, because they were the only group of sacrifices who maintained their primitive beliefs. The gods of light, night, and even the city of Wings are the objects of worship.

Hey—

He once enjoyed the light of the gods in the city of Wings day after day, but he never achieved anything. It's not that they're incompetent, it's that the gods don't give it a chance. Now the opportunity has finally come, at a time when they have lost all their ambitions. They are dead after all, and most of the things they have in life have nothing to do with them. Who would have thought that there would be an opportunity to go out and "take a walk".

Of course, you can't just go out and everyone gets a brand new dress, or a body. It's a pity that although there are a lot of clothes, there is no demon style.

Needless to say, they had already guessed what it meant, and Dark Night didn't say anything. In this way, before they left the Netherworld, they had a new look.

By the way, there is also identity. They are no longer the first little sacrifices, but have advanced to a higher level—the wise and the prophetic. Although the two belong to the same grade, they are slightly different. It's a pity that I still haven't said it in detail. There is no need to ask, I still want them to understand and choose for themselves......

Hey—

It's not that he doesn't want to ask, but he was thrown out of the nether before he could speak. When I came to my senses, I realized that I was standing alone on the bleak forest path.

The scenery in the woods is not unpleasant, and the birds are not unbridled, but the beauty of the mundane is only a reminder that this is already a human being.

Not far away, at the end of the road is a small town. Perhaps this is what the gods are hinting at, and perhaps they can find clues in it.

The god thought so well that he understood the unfamiliar words in his ears, and the other could understand what he was saying. That's good, as long as there are no barriers to communication, then the rest is much easier.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as expected......

Some habits could not be changed, and after entering the town, he subconsciously walked towards the temple, thinking that it would provide him with shelter and help. But when I arrived, I realized that the world had changed. There were strange gods enshrined in strange temples that he had never seen or heard of. If it weren't for the familiar texture on the idol's face, he would have suspected that he had gone somewhere.

Perhaps, I am in the wrong place.

He was received by an alien sacrifice and did not belong to any of the races of his homeland. I didn't think much about it at the time, but after this beating, he couldn't help but think about it......

The sacrifice is supposed to be the most god-fearing group of people, who would have thought that such scum would appear. Except for those who are worshipped, the other gods are not in the realm of reverence.

Darn!

It was just a subconscious reprimand, and it actually attracted a beating. It's not that I don't want to fight back, but I suddenly realized the meaning of "chatting" when I started to do it......

If I had to describe it, it was that the dress was a little tight, and it restrained him.

......

The attack did not continue, or was frightened by Khan's behavior at this time.

I dared to do it just now because after some communication, it was already determined that this was a liar. If he was just a liar, the priests in the temple would not have fought hard, after all, the other party was also extraordinary in conversation, and his words were full of respect for the gods. Who would have thought that he would dare to reprimand a priest in the temple, and what is the difference between this and scolding him in front of the gods?

You damn bad old man, you dare to claim that you are a sacrifice, what about a sacrificial robe? He has never seen a sacrifice without a sacrificial robe, which is simply unfaithful to the faith, blasphemy against the gods.

If you say you won't hit you, who will you hit?

It is very unwise to provoke the sacrifice in the temple, because he is not alone in the temple, and the guards, the believers, will not allow the sacrifice to be humiliated. And someone has done a dead hand......

A good fight, but a bad old man, then the result can be imagined. The crowd dispersed, just to make sure they were dead.

Who would have thought that the bad old man on the ground would actually get up. I saw that he was fully dressed, and although he did not change his embarrassed appearance, there were no obvious scars on his body.

Heh-

Khan let out a wry smile, "I forgot the gods' instructions, I am no longer a priest, so there is no need to put on a sacrificial robe."

Now my name is—"

After a slight pause, Khan accentuated: "Prophet. ”

Hey—

After speaking, I couldn't help but let out a lament, "I originally wanted to be a wise man, hoping to make everything smooth through wisdom, and I would be lucky when I encountered difficulties." Obviously, I overestimated myself, because right here, right in this temple, I—was humiliated undeservedly. This made me realize that my wisdom was not enough to bear the name of a wise man.

Don't hurry, sooner or later you will know the meaning of the prophet.

As a prophet, I am obligated to tell you that you need to be in awe of the gods. I don't know if you're paying for your mistakes today, but I do know that you will be punished for losing your fear of the gods.

Without you, who are in awe, nothing ......"

Seeing that someone was approaching him again with annoyance, Khan sneered, "This is the temple, and I am a prophet who is protected by the gods. The gods above the altar are watching, and the gods outside the altar are watching. Now that I have identified myself, you can try to humiliate a prophet in God's dwelling. ”

The effect of these words was good, and the impatience subsided, and the priest made a gesture of please after a little hesitation, leading Khan deeper into the temple......