"Prophet."

Ahmet entered the prayer room and bowed respectfully to the old man who was meditating.

"This tribute, the Sage likes it very much. You're doing well, Ahmed. ”

The Prophet turned his back to him.

"It's my pleasure."

He prostrate himself on the ground and said excitedly.

"The Sage asked me to reward you well, as for how to reward you, I still want to ask your own opinion."

The Prophet said gently.

"Ahmet didn't dare to ask for extravagance, and being received by the Prophet was already the greatest reward."

Ahmad said sincerely.

"Say what you want, and don't be shy in front of me."

The Prophet shook his head.

"If I could, I would like to listen to the teachings of the Holy One."

He said cautiously.

The Holy One has not left this mausoleum since his birth, and only the Prophet is qualified to be seen.

If it weren't for the fact that the Holy One had indeed performed several miracles and helped Banlita gain a foothold in the Swat Valley, I am afraid that everyone would have doubted that He existed.

Even so, several of the big Shura (the core leadership of Banlita) have been vocal about it.

Ahmad didn't think so much, he had always admired the wisdom of the Prophet, and he had always been a Prophet.

However, if he could see the Sage, his mind would be more settled.

After all, in the past few years, Banlita's movements have become bigger and bigger, and he may be able to defeat Kebul and establish a church state one day.

By that time, it will be too late to stand in line again.

"The Sage is at a critical time, and he can't receive you for the time being."

The Prophet shook his head.

"Yes, I see."

Ahmet bowed his head in disappointment.

"Don't be disappointed, in a few days, the Holy One will reclaim some of His divine power. Then you will be able to see the Divine Countenance. ”

The Prophet comforted.

"Prophet, what can be done to help the Sage regain his full divine power? Need more Japanese hybrids? ”

Ahmet asked.

"No, two is enough. Especially the second, whose blood was worth ten thousand ordinary sacrifices. ”

The Prophet shook his head.

"Then why can't you?"

Ahmet wondered.

"The pagan demigods have severed the divine power of the Sage and sealed it away with an evil curse. Only by regaining the divine power and breaking the seal on it can the Sage be fully revived. ”

The Prophet explained.

"I want to regain my divine power for the Holy One."

Ahmed volunteered.

"Don't worry, I've already sent someone to find the whereabouts of the seal, and I'll send you when I find the specific location."

The Prophet said indifferently.

Ahmed is considered to be the more capable of his subordinates, and his loyalty is relatively high, so let him take a big credit when the time comes.

"Prophet, may I dare to ask the approximate location of the seal?"

Ahmet asked boldly.

Although he was not a direct subordinate of the Prophet, he had heard of the personality of this great man, and he liked to have something to say from his subordinates.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you."

The Prophet thought for a moment and wrote with his finger a text consisting of lines and black dots on the ground.

"This"

Ahmet's eyes widened.

He originally thought that the sealing place should be in Arahan or Pakistan, but he didn't expect it to be in the territory of that big eastern country.

But it's normal to think about it, Huaguo's cantaloupe province is just separated from Alahan by a section of the Wakhan corridor.

And between the two places, there are many similarities in cultural customs.

But

"Prophet, is it convenient for our people to go?"

Ahmet asked worriedly.

After the Olympics, China's international influence has grown, and its control over the border provinces has also increased.

Especially for the cantaloupe province, it is very strict.

Their people go now, easy to meat buns to beat dogs.

"It's good to mess around."

The Prophet said calmly.

He was about to reveal a little to close people's hearts, when an inexplicable throbbing welled up in his heart.

"It's."

He couldn't care about Ahmet anymore, so he got up and recited the mysterious scriptures in his mouth.

The Prophet is unleashing the Spirit of Words!

Ahmed looked at the scene in front of him, inexplicably excited.

The man in front of him became a prophet not only because of his knowledge and doctrinal mastery, but also because of his spirit of speech.

Prophet of Words.

Once this spirit awakens, it can't be stopped, and there will be some vague premonitions from time to time, both good and bad.

And if you release it with all your might, you can see some future clips.

And it was with this spirit that the prophet was able to find the sage first.

It's just that this spirit is extremely harmful to the body, so he rarely uses it.

But now, such a strong whim is something he has never seen in his life, and he can only be forced to release the spirit of speech.

Countless streamers flashed through the prophet's golden pupils, and if the dynamic vision was strong enough, it could be seen clearly, it was a string of mysterious words that looked like dragon scripts and were not dragon scripts.

And he himself has entered a mysterious state, and countless pictures are born and died in front of him, but they can't be seen really.

The Prophet endured the pain of his brain exploding and pressed forward.

A picture was captured by his consciousness and shaped in his mind.

"Let me see what you are?"

The Prophet muttered to himself, spreading out the picture in his consciousness.

A silver figure stood proudly above the mountain of corpses, and at the bottom of the mountain was a wingless dragon.

The man lowered his head, his gaze seeming to see through the unreal and the real.

The warrior in silver armor suddenly leaped into the air, a sword as large as a guillotine that threatened to split the prophet in half.

"Ahh

The prophet awoke from the Word.

He didn't care about Ahmed on the side, and pressed the pager in his sleeve.

"Prophet, what do you command?"

A man with a beard and a resolute gaze walked in and asked.

Ahmet saluted respectfully, knowing that this man was the Prophet's personal captain and was in charge of the base's defenses.

"Is there anything going on inside and outside the base? Gulz"

The Prophet asked.

"No, Prophet. Everything is normal inside and outside the base. ”

Gulz shook his head.

The prophet breathed a sigh of relief, and the picture of the foreseen future was more of a foreshadowing than an immutability.

"Contact checkpoints and patrols along the way and ask if there are any suspicious people present. Especially those in silver armor. Then contact Yusuf Dashura and ask him to carry out investigation and prevention and control in the valley. ”

The Prophet gave a series of commands.

"Yes. Still."

Gultz agreed at first, but then hesitated.

The wisdom of the prophet made it natural to see through his thoughts.

"Forget it, Yusuf will be contacted by me personally."

He changed his tune.

After all, it is the Great Shura, even if they belong to the same sage, the two of them cannot talk about the relationship between dignity and inferiority.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Gulz saluted and retreated, heading to the command room to contact the base's various defensive points.

"The prophet, I also retired."

Ahmed said.

The conversation between the Prophet and the Great Shurah was clearly not what he should have heard.

"Well, you go first"

Before the prophet's words could be finished, a violent explosion interrupted everything.

(End of chapter)