In a void of nothingness, a humanoid figure hidden in the darkness was looking beyond the emptiness around him to the realm of the world where only a few knew its exact name, the place of refuge. He has taken note of the terrible conflict in Toraga and has begun to estimate its possible grave consequences.

"He's moving too fast." The man who had always been hidden in the shadows said to the air in front of him, "This is unreasonable......

He had to do that,... Just like us!

The voice sounded very peaceful, and I think this person should be very personable on a normal day. However, the person who spoke into the air just now only nodded, because he was too familiar with the speaker's tone.

Failure has become so commonplace, but he never wants to face it again.

His failure had threatened the law of balance, and although he had spent centuries learning how to keep his emotions in his mind so that he could control his emotions and sorrows, his marble-cold face frowned deeply.

"Well, we'll have to be a little more positive." It seemed that he was still talking to himself in front of the empty people.

As he spoke, a radiant star suddenly shone above his head, and these stars danced rapidly in the air, quickly forming a large, sinuous form, which flickered faintly like the elves described in mythology.

It's a dragon!

Is it more positive than his ignorant brother? The dragon of the constellation asked mockingly.

"Absolutely...... "The figure shrouded in darkness replied without hesitation, "though Mendeen-u-Delmid has far exceeded my expectations. I can vouch for him ......"

Oh, yes! Your lineage decides. This can also explain why she chose to be her brother as her goal. You feel the amount of force that sleeps inside them, and so does she.

"You're right. My mother can do it. Well, my father must have ...... too" At this point, his brow furrowed even tighter: "That's right. My father must have noticed it, too. ”

Suddenly, the constellation began to dance again, and the imaginary image of the dragon disappeared, and we had not heard anything about him.

The man nodded, recuperating his energy to the Sanctuary, and continued, "yes, it confuses me more than anything else. ”

Sooner or later, the stars will gather again into the image they just had. Oh, yes! Like you just said. We had to find a more active role.

The hooded man wrapped his cloak tightly around his body, as if he was ready to leave.

"Like I said." He muttered, not as if speaking to the vague star dragon on the other side, "Even if it would make my parents discover my existence again......"

Mendeen felt that he had escaped this time. He watched as the massive hammer fell from mid-air, and he couldn't dodge it with enough dexterity himself. The strange and ancient spells that I had learned in my dreams were now all behind me, and the inevitable fate of death was close at hand.

He couldn't accept the reality that he had been able to overcome so many hardships and dangers in the past. Today, I was beaten to death with a hammer by a big stone without a brain. He felt miserable when he thought about it, and Mendeen always felt that there should be a different fate waiting for him.

Suddenly, someone knocked him out of the way, and both of them rolled to the side, while Dialon's sledgehammer slammed into the marble floor, smashing a crack that was at least six yards long.

"You can't be in a daze next time. Get out of the way! Serencia grumbled in his ear, and before Udisian's brother could say something grateful, or some reasonable excuse, she had deftly rushed to the other side.

Diallon's statue turned to her. With an expression of disbelief on his face, he was furious at the girl for taking its prey.

Celenthia took a spear and aimed at the statue. With a whoosh, she threw it out, and her strength and accuracy seemed to have taken a big leap. The spear was stuck straight into the chest of the huge statue, just as Udisian had used feathered arrows against the sacrificial sacrifice.

At first, Mendeen thought that her courageous blow would be useless, and although it had a big hole in it, it was only a moving stone.

But many cracks began to appear on both sides of the hole, and these cracks quickly spread throughout its body, and in an instant it had become like a spider's web, and when it raised the giant hammer again, part of its body collapsed with a bang.

Celenthia immediately shouted to warn those who were approaching Diaron, and as they began to retreat, the palm of the hammer fell in front of them. Just as the giant statue tried to make sense of what was going on, the hammer and its entire palm slammed to the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces, and the debris flew all over the hall.

When Diaron lost his first palm, his other upper limb fell off as well. Then, as if the sluice gates were opened, large stones fell to the ground like rain. The statue looked down at its shattered body, and its neck crackled.

When the massive head landed in front of Mendeen and Serensia, the rest of Dialon's body fell into the debris.

But now there are two stone statues that are frantically chasing the weaker ones, and they are sweeping from one end of the hall to the other like leaves. Either way, Mendeen had to thank the people for working together, which greatly reduced the chances of the two demons succeeding.

To his surprise, Mephes's giant palm slammed into Lumars or the others several times and was bounced back into the air. The bearded man, a former villain inspired by Udisian, now looks like he should dominate the halls. He looked defiantly at the two behemoths, apparently trying to rush up and take them out.

Now Mendeen still has a chance, and he feels he can't stand by while his teammates struggle to die no matter what. He'll have to find a way to help. He's now learned some useful shadow magic!

Eventually, those spells came to his mind, the ones he had seen written in ancient languages on the stone carvings on the outskirts of Seram. This is the only spell that Mendeen has mastered. So he had no choice but to try.

Suddenly, the stone statue with both hands clenched into fists seemed to pounce on some invisible obstacle, and then bounced back. Cracks suddenly appeared on its body, and large pieces of stone chips fell to the floor with a clatter, as if some equally large monster had struck it.

Mendeen had a satisfied smile on his face, but the statue of Memphis did not seem to have been badly damaged, and continued to attack without hesitation.

But. The damage that shadow magic inflicted on it continued. I don't know what kind of dark force is driving it, but this huge creature has no intention of stopping, it doesn't seem to understand the destruction of its own body structure by the magic released by Mendern.

Lumars next to him seemed to have understood. He motioned for the others to remain calm and wait for the situation to develop. The stone statue of Memphis is extremely powerful, perhaps just like himself, which allowed it to remain standing for a long time.

Eventually, a large pile of stone chips had reached the surface of its feet. That's when it crashed to the ground.

Now only Barra remains. Of course, if this huge creature hadn't been suddenly frozen, it would have been one. The robed fellow, who was leaning down and swinging at the three Toragas with its massive tome, staggered and fell.

But Bara didn't fall in the direction he had hoped. Instead of lunging forward in his opponent's direction, it fell backwards with its back facing the sky.

It wasn't until Bara's stone statue fell to the ground and shattered into thousands of pieces that the cause of its strange demise was revealed. Udisian, at least for now, is much stronger than his brother. Striding out of the stone chips, a passage was automatically cleared in front of him.

Let's be honest. Mendeen didn't like the oppressive look in his brother's eyes now. He hadn't yet informed Serencia that his brother was facing more than a handful of low-level demons, but had a duel with Lilith.

If the girl had known the truth, she would have tried to rush in, even more impulsive than Udisian. After all, if it weren't for the intrigues she played, how could Achillios be poisoned by Lucien, after all, the archbishop only lost his body, and Achillios lost his life forever.

Lilith had drawn everyone into her crazy schemes. All the memories of Lilith are tearing at Udisian's heart until death.

He glared at the scattered fragments of the stone statue and shouted angrily, "Damn woman......"

Thankfully, now that Selenthia had begun to help the wounded believers, the brothers had a moment to talk.

"Nothing has been done...... Mendeen said calmly.

"Nothing......" Udysien shook his head as he looked at the dead in the hall: "The casualties are too great......"

The younger brother resisted not expressing his opinion. He knew that his recent remarks about death were fundamentally different from what Udisien had always believed.

Suddenly, a loud explosion shook the entire temple. Udisian glanced at Lu Shang, and his expression immediately became even more solemn than before.

"The fire and other damage have made this temple unbearable, and it will soon collapse," Udyssien said as he hurried past Mendeern, shouting to the others, "Run!" This is the end of our mission! ”

Hearing Udisian's order, everyone began to rush out, and there was no time to hesitate to take the bodies of the deceased.

This did not mean that they had forgotten their comrades so easily, but that Udyssien would never have given such a hasty order had it not been for the urgency of the situation. They fled with their wounded companions in their arms, for it was known that Udysien would heal them afterwards.

Mendeen turned his gaze to his brother, but suddenly he noticed that something was wrong, and he keenly felt that his brother's expression was a little stiff.

"Udysien ......," he shouted.

"As I said, everybody has to leave now." Udisian's tone was still steady, but the veins in his neck were throbbing wildly.

There was a second rumble, but it was a little softer. Mendeen noticed that his brother's veins were beating harder.

"Like you said." He replied as calmly as possible, "But the gate is closed......"

"No, it won't be closed again." Udysi's voice didn't sound unusual.

Mendeen didn't think his brother would be able to say anything, and sure enough. When he looked at the closed door again, the fastest believer in Udisian had already rushed to the door, and at that moment, two doors opened with a bang.

No one questioned this, they had absolute trust in Udisian, and even if they heard the order to move forward through the wall, they would not hesitate to do so.

"They'll have to run faster......" Udysien growled, gasping.

Mendeen nodded and quickened his pace.

"Hurry up." He shouted to the others, "Watch your step, but don't run too slow." ”

Further away, Celenthia caught his eye. Her eyes told Mendern that she knew everything by now. Like Mendeen, she now did her best to guide the others towards the exit.

Another loud bang echoed above the temple, cracks began to appear in the walls and ceiling, but the whole building looked solid. Just a few debris fell from the zenith.

As Mendeen approached the exit. He felt the warm night breeze suddenly blow in his face. Mendeen suddenly realized what was waiting for them, and he counted his steps as carefully as his heartbeat. It's too late to simply tell people to flee, as it could only cause more casualties.

Flames lit up the sky outside. In the terrifying flames, Mendeen saw most of the city of Toraga. The streets are still lined with trees, and it is said that the trees are inhabited by a small monkey called Seka, a creature that the locals revere.

He saw many tall and magnificent buildings, with powerful beasts carved above their columns. The carving of the stonemasons is so exquisite. Now, in the light of the fire, they looked as if they were about to leap off the stone pillars.

In fact. The fires have engulfed the nearest neighborhood, and Udyssian doesn't seem to be paying attention to it. Now even the monkeys called Sekka have escaped cleanly, and the buildings inscribed with the Triune Church emblem are turning to ashes.

The combined army of the Sappa and Toragas finally broke out of the temple and came to the open space in front of the temple. Mendeen glanced back at the magnificent building.

The temple in his eyes was shaking in the darkness, and tongues of fire had now jumped up to the roof. Cracks began to appear in the wall ahead, too, and no doubt any other corner was not spared. The cracks in some of the pillars grew larger and larger, and finally broke in two and fell to the ground with a bang. Now even a huge crack has appeared in the foundation on the west side.

Mendeen felt like it was about to collapse. It looks like it's about to hit us......

However, it did not fall immediately, and when Mendeen saw his brother with a tense expression in front of him, he understood what was going on. Udisien was covered in sweat and was short of breath. His eyes quickly swept over each of them, as if he were counting the number of people.

"No one is left behind." Mendeen assured him, "There are no survivors inside, and our oldest brothers have escaped." ”

"Enter...... Jungle...... If they know how to protect ...... Myself. Udisi's voice was hesitant, and he stood there, apparently assessing the sound of his decision.

"Evacuation should be a safe way to go now." Mendeen whispered confidently to him.

Udysien let out a sigh of relief, then nodded.

At that moment, with a loud bang, the temple of Torraga collapsed inward, and heavy blocks of marble rolled into the courtyard. The burst burst of flames lit up the night sky. The believers of Udisien gasped as Lumas let out a curse.

Huge stones rolled out of the ruins of the temple, but none of them landed in the area where their team was. Until now, Udyssien has been able to control the extent of the destruction.

At its peak, the entire temple was in ruins. The group was still burning, but it was impossible for it to spread due to the large number of stones, and Mendeen realized again that this could not be explained by coincidence.

As Udysien looked at Mendeen, he felt a number of people standing behind him. He looked back. It was found that a large crowd had already filled the entire street. Perhaps the surviving inhabitants of the entire city of Toraga were now standing before Udysien and his followers, and Mendeen could see the different expressions on their faces.

A tall figure dressed in a golden and red robe parted and came to the front. His long silver hair was wrapped in a scarf, and he wore an intricate gold ring around his nostrils.

The diamonds set on the gold band represent the rising sun. This means that his status is quite revered. The man was quite slender and old enough to be the father of the brothers. In his left hand, he held a long staff that looked like it was carved with sterling silver from head to end.

"I'm looking for an Asenian from the highlands, a stranger whose name is Udisian." He said to the farmer in a very formal tone.

Mendeen and his companions had learned that the Asenians were the name given to the fair-skinned people of the jungle by the natives of the jungle, such as Seram and Pasa. However, this term is no longer particularly precise, and in general, foreigners like the Udisian brothers can be called Asenians.

Udyssien did not hesitate to step forward, although several believers tried to stop him from acting too boldly. Their fears are not unfounded; Except for the guards in leather armor. Mendeen also spotted several members of the Mage Clan, who were apparently supposed to be from the nearby area.

These mages have always been cautious, but there are these spellcasters who are more powerful than ever before. Mendeen always felt a little depressed. But their own troubles are now many; Udisian wasn't much of a problem for Keggy's anxious mage leader.

But Mendeen guesses they should re-examine their stance after tonight.

"Udisian, son of Delmidis, is now standing before you without hostility." The farmer replied in a more respectful tone.

The elder nodded, "I'm Rones." Speaker of the Local Council of Toraga. Spokesperson for local citizens......"

At this point he paused abruptly, apparently noticing that there were many dark-skinned natives behind Udisian.

"Now it seems that this is not all the case, I really didn't expect so many Toragas to follow you, Asenians, it should be considered a miracle, but then the stakes are even more significant. I have been told that some of the lowly people have listened to your sermons, and you have promised them more wealth. far more than they might get from their current humble status ......"

"I promised the same thing to everyone." Udysien interrupted him abruptly, a slight irritation in his voice. Mendeen knew that he hated those who spread rumors to the Speaker.

"Everyone is destined to have a chance to succeed, and it has nothing to do with being born high! If they listen, Lord Ronnais, I can give more than a king! The Trinitarian Church and the Cathedral of Light only fool people into ignorant lambs, but I allow everyone to live according to their own will. ”

Rone nodded again. His thin lips were tucked together, and he could see that he had no obvious liking or dislike for what he had just heard.

"The Triunist Church has been accused of some terrible crimes in the past, but it is only today that I am able to publicly declare their terrible crimes here, the Arsenians! But I have enough evidence that you are also a dangerous being......"

"Do you want more evidence of the crimes of these damn Trinitarian Cults, Speaker? It's buried beneath this pile of rubble, and you can't imagine how many innocent people are suffering in it. Udysien replied coldly.

For the first time, Lord Ronnais's expression looked a little hesitant. Mendeen was equally impressed by his reaction, and if he understood correctly, it was that Udisian, though he had destroyed the entire temple, had kept the inner chamber intact under the tumble of countless tons of stone.

It is surprising that he was able to do this, but for good reason, and now it seems that the farmer's hard work was not in vain.

"Maybe it's as you say." Ronalis eventually continued: "But that's not your reason, Udisian, son of Deirmidis. ”

"Udyssien is by no means a bad person!" Suddenly, someone among the believers shouted, and it sounded like Lumas' voice.

Something flew out of the darkness and flew straight for Lord Roneth's unobstructed forehead. The speaker watched as the hidden weapon was about to hit him. I was so scared that I could barely close my mouth.

But it stopped in mid-air before shattering the speaker's skull.

"I'm sorry, my lord." Udysien whispered, tiredness in his voice.

The thing that was thrown at him. A sharp shard, the size of an apple, should have been picked up from some corner of the temple, suddenly shattered, and a pile of dusty debris fell onto Ronais's slippery feet.

"My ......," the old man was about to say something, but swallowed it back.

Mendeen suspected that he, like many Toragans, was my Memphes, my Bara, and the like. This is a reflex, but Lord Ronais is clearly not a true Trinitarian. He was just deceived like other fools and fools.

"I'm so sorry." Udyssien repeated. He turned to his followers. Although his eyes swept over the crowd, Mendeen was convinced that the man who had secretly attacked Roness was under the full scrupulous detection of Udisian.

"Don't let that happen again, we don't have this kind of immoral sneak attack in our talents. Fight for the truth. At the same time, fight for the rights we are destined for, but never intentionally harm others, let alone murder...... Otherwise, what is the difference between us and Triune God. Udysien spoke solemnly to the crowd.

He turned his gaze back to the Speaker. The elder was still staring blankly at the dust beneath his feet. Udysien believed that the imminent death must have made him redetermined to protect his city and its people.

Before the old man could come to his senses, Udysithien said, "We are leaving the Toraga, my lord. For the rest of the night we will camp outside the walls and leave early tomorrow morning. I came to your land to do something good, but as you can see, the result is not something we can be satisfied with. That's not what I want to see...... I never expected it to turn out like this. ”

The Speaker bowed his head slightly, "Your strength is far greater than mine, Arsenian. If you just caused the turmoil tonight and left...... Shouldn't I be thankful for the stars in the sky? No warrior wants to raise their swords and spears at you, but they won't follow you either. Even if they don't answer me, I can guess. I will not tolerate more bloodshed. ”

"I have one more request. Lord Ronais. Udysien whispered.

Hearing this, the elder looked at him vigilantly.

"The Triunist Cult's legacy here has been completely eradicated, but if they make a comeback like weeds, I'll come back and deal with them again." Udisien continued with a solemn expression.

Roneth's lips furrowed again: "Once those demons make a comeback, as you say, I will take matters into my own hands and clean them up like weeds, and never let them have any foothold in my city." ”

His answer must have satisfied Udisian, and the farmer did not look back at his followers, but walked straight to Lord Ronais, who in turn followed him.

The huge crowd behind the speaker immediately moved out of the way, and hundreds of pairs of eyes with mixed emotions watched the converts, many of them their neighbors, friends, and even family members, silently leave.

The Toragas in the ranks of Udisianism looked at their old neighbors as equals, even though they had become more assertive and strong after Udisian's baptism. No one will say that their choice is wrong.

As Udysien approached, the Speaker bowed his head again in salute, and the farmer nodded to him in return. No one spoke, and now the power of language was pale.

Mendeen stole a glance at the leader of the Toragas, and he looked very interesting: countless ghosts surrounded the elder, but Mendeen did not have enough time to discern whether they were Ronais's family or enemies.

However, it also proves that Ronais does possess great power, and Mendeen suspects that the elder will soon become the person that Udysien hopes to activate his talent the most so far.

After careful consideration, Mendeen felt that it might be a blessing that he did not join. Ronais had been a leader for many years, and it would make him angry to let him live under others now.

Their team continued to move forward, and the expressions of the guards next to them were also very complicated. Some people have a face full of distrust, while others are full of curiosity.

Mendeen thinks we'll continue to expand our squad. Perhaps Udyssien is also well aware of this. After leaving the group. We're definitely going to have more.

Others will join in, and when we set up camp outside the walls, some locals will sneak into our camp. Mendeen secretly calculated that not only would the number of people lost tonight be replenished, but I am afraid that there would be a surprising increase in the total number.

"It's too much." He couldn't help but mutter.

"yes, that's too much." Udysien replied suddenly. At that moment, the two brothers experienced completely different personal growth. But they are still connected by heart. They all knew what stage Udyssien had grown up from, and they knew that every day new believers might join in.

And they all know that all these believers may not be enough together. All of us can end up dying in the end.

The great prophet was so flawless, he looked so young in the eyes of the believers, and yet his words were wiser than any gray-haired elder.

His voice sounded like a heavenly sound. And his cheeks were so white that he couldn't see any beard. It's like a teenager who has just entered puberty. Everyone who is lucky enough to look up at his face up close will think that this is a beautiful young man with a good demeanor, even if it is not an exaggeration to describe him as stunning.

However, the description of the great prophet's face is different from person to person, apparently because they often exhaust themselves with the words of praise and do not know how to describe them. But there were two things that no one would disagree with, and that was that his flowing blonde hair was as bright as the sun, and his eyes shone with a mixture of azure and silver-white.

He was slender and muscular, like a top dancer or acrobat. His movements are so light and graceful that even the most dexterous cat can't match him. The Great Prophet was accustomed to wearing the iconic silver-white robes of the Basilica of the Light. And under his feet, he wore a pair of loafers.

At this moment, the great prophet of great glory stood there silently. He had just finished a sermon in front of more than 3,000 fanatical believers.

A choir of more than 200 people, all of them of perfect looks and figures, began to sing the closing hymn, and the audience remained as enthusiastic as ever. Despite the many sects in Kaiji, the main hall of the Cathedral of Light, located in the north of the city, continues to host new local believers.

After all, this is where the great prophet lived, and everyone had the opportunity to hear his teachings with their own ears.

I have to change that, he thought as he accepted the salutation of the believer. Everyone must be able to understand my teachings independently, and perhaps I will need to re-instruct the high priests everywhere, or at least make their sermons more accessible.

But he quickly put the thought aside, and now something more important caught his attention.

That mortal Udisian? Black? Dalemid, and the rabble that followed him, were now more and more rampant.

When he finally turned away from the podium, the golden trombone let out a high-pitched beep. The choir immediately began singing another song that marked the departure of the Great Prophet, and the timing was just right. Believers come from all walks of life and different races, but they are so harmonious and harmonious that no one can stir them apart.

He is now beginning to meet with two high priests, Gamuel and Aureth. Orys's hair was loosely knotted at the back of her head, and she looked old enough to be his grandmother, but her expression still revealed her admiration and affection for him.

The Great Prophet could still faintly see from her oval face the beauty of the past, which was once as beautiful as any girl in the choir. But he never had the slightest affection for any female singer or priestess, and of course he had no interest in men such as Camuel, who had a wide chin.

No, there was one, it was a woman, who had touched his heart deeply, but now he hated that woman.

"Your speech is as majestic as ever." Oris said softly.

As much as she may seem overly attentive, the Great Prophet knew in his heart that she should be one of his most capable servants. He almost rebuked the priestess for her flattering words, but she was a mortal and did not know the world as well as he did.

"I didn't need to say much about what she said. But I must praise again, great saint! Camuel bowed deeply and said. He was once a fearless warrior, even after years of living comfortably. He was still at least twice as strong as the master in front of him, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell which of the two was more powerful.

The Great Prophet chose him as his personal priest because he wanted to remind him from time to time that he should never forget his true self.

"Okay then." Their masters chose to give in.

By the standards of the two priests, all his speeches were flawless, but even the Prophet himself had to admit that today's sermon should have been better than usual. Maybe he needed to do something in the middle of this lengthy meeting; He had never lost his temper like he did now. In fact. Something irritated him...... At the same time, it also attracted him.

"I feel like your mood has changed a little when you talk about Trinity." Aures continued, her lips furrowed involuntarily at the mention of that sensitive word, "There are some terrible rumors about them right now. In addition, a mob of people poured in from the area of the Asenians. ”

"That's right. His name is Udisian? Black? Dale Middle. He's caused big trouble for the temple in Toraga, and we'll get the official message soon. The Prophet replied calmly.

The two of them were not surprised that the Prophet had received the news, and that they had been serving the Great Prophet for many years. He had become accustomed to the speed and breadth of information he had. But. As a sign of respect, he continued to receive regular reports from the priests on various news. As far as their senses are concerned, there are few things that escape the eyes of the prophets.

Gamuel shook his head: "It should be soon." Could it be this ...... This Udisian...... Want to start a war against the cathedral at the same time? ”

"You can think so, my child." The Prophet said gently.

"So, do we need to do something to him......" the strong man asked.

The Prophet glanced at Camuel as if he were looking at his own naïve but extremely favored son: "No, dear Camuel, we only need to send someone to observe what he is really doing. ”

"The Great Sage. Is that all? The priest asked, confused.

But the prophet did not answer him any more, but left the two high priests behind. Strode back to his abode. He didn't have any attendants by his side, it was a habit he had always adhered to, and he didn't need servants at any time unless he was called. Under his divine aura, no one ever dared to question this eccentricity.

However, for the sake of the ritual and the acolytes' concern for their safety, helmeted guards stood on either side of the gate, and when the Prophet approached, the six guards stood as graceful as a stone statue of a first-class carver.

"It's all gone." He told the guards: "It is getting late, and you are now disbanded." ”

The guard at the head immediately knelt down on one knee: "Great Sage, we will never leave our post without permission!" ...... for your safety"

"Is there anyone here who can threaten me? Do I have anyone to fear? The Prophet replied with a smile.

They were speechless, and it is well known that the great prophet possessed more power than ordinary people could imagine.

His ability to protect himself far exceeded what the guards could give, and they knew that he was standing here mostly as a window dresser, but it was always unacceptable for him to leave out of loyalty to the Prophet.

"Go, with my blessings." The young Prophet announced to them, encouraging them to leave with a warm smile on his face: "Go, remember that you are all in my heart......

The guards barely left, but everyone's faces turned red with excitement. The Prophet did not watch them leave, the door opened with his arrival, and then slammed shut as he entered.

The room he walked into was devoid of any furniture or other items, a plush sofa that the believers had insisted on in his room to make it easier for the Prophet to rest, and they thought that the Prophet had to sleep.

Extremely precious vases and glass sculptures collected from throughout the sanctuary are placed on several marble handstands, fresh garlands of flowers hang on the walls, and most of the shiny marble floors are covered in huge tapered carpets with intricate handmade patterns.

In addition, there are several paintings on the walls depicting the most spectacular plains, all of which were painted by the most well-known painters under the dictation of the Prophet.

But what really caught the eye of those who were able to enter the Prophet's chamber once in a while was the huge fresco of the zenith, which covered the entire ceiling and was full of unbelievable fantasies.

Mythical creatures and completely transcendent landscapes are everywhere, and the main body of the picture is angels with huge wings on their shoulders, and these spirits flying in the clouds are so vivid that one almost forgets that they were originally made by mortal painters.

It is not easy for human beings to paint angels in this way, and the great prophet tried with the best and wisest painters in the world to create the appearance of heaven, but in the end it was only an attempt.

How can a mortal depict the essence of heaven? Ordinary people cannot imagine that in addition to physical entities, life can also be composed of light, shadow and harmonics.

It is true that mortals simply cannot imagine what a real angel looks like, but the prophet is absolutely fine.

After all, he himself was once an archangel. (To be continued......)