Restarting the myth.

Chapter 245 Try and die
"The Great Prophet serves the Agent. Although the Agent's divine power is strong, it cannot directly send down the oracle. Therefore, the Great Prophet must have the ability to communicate with nature in order to sense the Agent far away in the Kingdom of God..."

Senna talked about the significance of the Great Prophet's existence in the church. The Great Prophet is a servant of God. Mirael, the lark, one of the three great agents, possesses the power to predict the future. The position of the Great Prophet is very important.

Also, because the great prophets were only servants of God, their status could be high or low.

When necessary, the omniscient prophet can guide the future of the church. When not needed, the great prophet is just a weird old man.

The Subordinate God is also a God and is also worshipped by believers. Senna didn't want to be too blunt and undermine the dignity of the Subordinate God. She just said it briefly and hoped that Wayne would understand.

For the lower-class believers, being able to become a great prophet and to come into contact with God is like ascending to heaven in one step.

For the top leaders, respecting the subordinate gods is because of believing in the goddess. The goddess comes first and then the subordinate 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, the God-chosen Knight!
Wayne analyzed in his mind that being a god is actually quite good. Being a lark and being able to predict the future seem like very cool abilities.

If he mastered this ability, no, he would become a great prophet who was able to convey oracles of the future in the eyes of outsiders. Wouldn't it be possible for him to make up oracles however he wanted?
That someone is you. Don’t look at it anymore. I have an oracle related to you. Come to my room tonight and let’s talk about it.

"Not many people can communicate with nature. The Great Prophet Tubie spent nearly a hundred years to train two students. They are different from you. Their talents are accumulated by resources and are not perfect in themselves..."

"Because of this, Tubie can only stick to his post as the 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 making further progress. He desires to have an excellent student more than anyone else."

"If you become a great prophet, Tubie will be your future. You will be unable to resign from this position for the rest of your life. You will sit in the Hall of Prophets every day and eventually become insane..."

The Great Prophet was not as bad as Senna said, but in order to dispel Wayne's fantasy, she emphasized the Great Prophet's shortcomings and criticized him harshly.

Then, Senna changed the subject: "I don't know how Xifei trained you. Maybe she was worried that you would become 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 glory that deserves you."

Senna talked blabberingly about the greatness of the God-Chosen Knights. She did not exaggerate, but spoke every word truthfully. She herself also had great respect for the God-Chosen Knights.

If she hadn't been lacking in talent, she would have wanted to become a natural knight herself.

Who wants to be the Pope when you can be a natural knight? This question is really not difficult to answer.

"Wayne, I didn't exaggerate the facts. You are very talented. Don't be tempted by Tubie. He has bad intentions and only 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 career in the church when she was oppressed.

To put it simply, the Pope is greedy for power and suppresses dissidents. Because of her outstanding performance, Senna is regarded as a thorn in the Pope's side and is repeatedly treated unfairly.

Because Wayne and Senna are master-disciple relationship, they are also regarded as enemies by the Pope. Now the Pope and the Great Prophet have reached an agreement to send Wayne to the small dark room in the Prophet's Hall.

The kind with life imprisonment.

Wayne thought about it and found that the plot was too complicated and he couldn't find a good person in the story.

No, apart from him, I couldn’t find a single good person.

When did the church become like this!

The church is in this state, and the Black Death Alliance of darkness and death has not yet won. What is this? Is this the excellent matching mechanism of the God-chosen Continent?

Wayne was full of complaints. After listening to Senna's story, he had no interest in the area under the Great Prophet's butt.

There is no other reason. The great prophet has no holidays. He is on duty 365 days a year and cannot leave the church headquarters.

That's very boring.

It is true that the Great Prophet is only sentenced to life imprisonment, not imprisonment without a wife. As long as he does not leave the Prophet's Hall, he can do whatever he wants and the Pope cannot interfere.

Wayne became a great prophet and could easily bring Veronica in.

But what about the pagans like Philomena, Chris, Willy and Mona? This is his kingdom, the foundation he built with great effort.

"Wayne, say something!"

"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 yearns for freedom." Wayne said concisely. He wanted to go back to London to hang out, where the scenery was better.

Senna was delighted and encouraged Wayne a few words, then said: "God's Chosen Knights don't have such constraints. Natural Knight Mr. Mura rarely stays at the headquarters. He goes wherever he wants. No one can command him except the goddess."

Senna and Gavin said similar things, don't be a prophet, a real man should be a knight.

"Teacher Senna, can I really be a Knight of Nature?"

"Of course, Deputy Commander Gavin of the Knights of Nature is very optimistic about you."

"It's hard to say..."

Wayne expressed deep doubts, but he was not questioning his own talent. Two practices had proved that if he wanted to be God's chosen one, he didn't need the goddess's nod at all, just a touch would be enough.

He questioned the results.

Wayne didn't understand anything when he pulled out the Shadow Nightmare. Later he found out that the God-chosen Knight was very troublesome and the goddess was always watching her knight.

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

The same goes for Twilight Despair, with Auston at the front.

The two unlucky guys suffer in the front, while Wayne follows behind and takes advantage, without any responsibility.

What if the natural knights really completed the handover ceremony and talked directly to the goddess of nature? The goddess happily poked her head out and found that her knights had practiced skills in death and darkness...

What, this isn't your first time?

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

The above are all Wayne’s speculations, good speculations. He also has a worse speculation that the two goddesses of death and darkness have been paying attention to him.

Because they are allies, and the Headless Knight is stupid and Austin is undisciplined, so they default to him as a knight's secondary account, or a spare tire.

As allies, we are sisters behind closed doors, and there is no harm in sharing a spare tire.

The goddess of nature is not a sister, but a bitch from the enemy camp. The spare tire that I worked so hard to train was snatched away...

If a war of faith were to break out, wouldn’t Wayne be guilty of a great sin?
Wayne was happy to see the goddesses fighting with each other, scratching faces, pulling hair, and tearing clothes. The more similar scenes, the better. But he knew in his heart that if a war of faith really broke out, the only ones who would die would be ordinary believers.

Furthermore, when all the ordinary believers died and the disciples were seriously injured, it was the turn of the God-chosen Knight to come on stage and finish the job. He had to play three roles by himself, and he couldn't just split himself up and fight against himself, right?
When that day really comes, the angry goddesses will tear him apart first before they start to tear each other apart.

The vest of the natural knight is unacceptable!

Wayne rejected the temptation from the bottom of his heart, the black death vest was enough.

The Death Knight raises his upper limit, making him eligible to show off against the Legendary Mage in the novice period. The Dark Knight is the icing on the cake, and is very effective in annoying Lao Deng. The Nature Knight is unnecessary, it makes the same whether he has it or not.

"Wayne, say something!"

"Teacher Senna, this matter needs to be carefully considered. 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 it or die!

Did you know that the one standing before you is the Knight of Death and Darkness?

Wayne had little interest in Nature Knight, and his perfunctory attitude made Senna extremely worried. She once suspected that Wayne lacked desire and was as hopeless as Sphynx.

The child is still young, so it is normal for him to have no desires. It will be fine when he grows up.

Senna took a deep breath and comforted herself. She gave Wayne a few words of advice, asking him to be careful of the Great Prophet and to talk about the matter of the Nature Knight in a few days.

If Wayne still had this indifferent attitude at that time, she could only increase her intensity and use Xifei's dragon blood curse as temptation.

She didn't believe Wayne wouldn't be fooled!

In order to become the next Pope, Senna is willing to give up everything to make Wayne a Knight of Nature.

"Teacher, take care. See you later."

Wayne waved goodbye to the air, turned and went to the second floor to try to see if he could 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 this, they will definitely misunderstand the relationship between siblings..."

Wayne dusted himself off and blamed Veronica for not having a sense of the overall situation. It was just mixed bathing, and it had happened before.

Be careful and no one will be killed.

“Chichichichichi——”

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

I turned around and realized something was wrong.

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

"There are mandrills in Osteria, that's not right..."

The more Wayne thought about it, the more strange it became. He looked carefully at the colorful monkey in front of him and was surprised to find that this monkey had a similar natural domain as him. It blended perfectly into the surrounding nature, like an inconspicuous plant. Without the naked eye, this mandrill could not be found at all.

"As expected of the headquarters of the Church of Nature, even the monkey's talent is so terrifying."

Wayne complained, indicating that he was hit, and straightened his face, and asked tentatively: "Great Prophet?"

The password is correct!

The mandrill stood upright like a monkey in a human mask, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. His temperament changed drastically, and his savage nature shed, making him look like a knowledgeable wise man.

"Candidate Wayne, nice to meet you. I am the great prophet of the Church of Nature headquarters. You can call me Tube." The mandrill spoke in human language.

"Great Prophet Tubie, it is an honor to meet you at my doorstep."

Wayne regards mandrills as magical creatures, or perhaps as alternative carrier birds. Others raise pigeons and owls, and great prophets raise monkeys, casting magic to place their thoughts in them.

"You wasted a lot of time on the way here. You should have met with High Priest Senna."

The mandrill spoke helplessly: "Your teacher is a student of High Priest Senna. Compared to me, you are more likely to trust her, which is my weakness. I hope you will remember what I am going to say next and think carefully about who is the one who truly wants you best."

Needless to say, neither of you are good people.

"Great Prophet Tubie, I am deeply 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, and only mentioned the good things in an attempt to arouse Wayne's desire.

Then, he used examples and his ability to communicate naturally to point out that he and Wayne shared common talents and that Wayne still had potential to be tapped.

Senna cannot guide all of Wayne's talents, but he is different. After his teaching, Wayne can not only perfectly realize his potential, but also communicate with God and learn the divine art of predicting the future.

Finally, the mandrill said, "Some time ago, I provided the two candidates in the Frank Division with information about the Nightmare Corridor, which allowed you to successfully pass the assessment. It was no coincidence. I was prepared to give you the information from the beginning."

Wayne was slightly stunned, wanting to hear what Tu had to say.

"I have an old friend in Windsor. He contacted me some time ago and asked me to help you become the Son of God. His name is Planck."

That old psychopathic friend is actually you?
Wayne was extremely surprised. Planck's methods were so wild. Could he be an undercover agent of the Church of Nature?
On second thought, all the staff of the Windsor Ministry of Magic are traitors. They swear to be loyal to the Queen, but in fact they all have their own thoughts. Planck may not be an undercover agent of the Church of Nature, but the Church of Nature is definitely one of his escape routes.

"Dean Plank is overthinking. I can't possibly become the Son of God. The church doesn't have such a tradition."

"It has nothing to do with talent, it's a gender issue. Don't be too pessimistic. It's not your fault."

The mandrill consoled him, praising him generously: "Wayne, your talent is perfect for the Great Prophet. If it were you, you would definitely be able to see the future and become a true prophet."

Seeing that Wayne had no expression, the mandrill continued, "I don't want to say bad things about High Priest Senna, but she is indeed a cold-blooded person. Don't be used by her, and don't be kidnapped by the master-disciple relationship. Think about your teacher. I didn't lie."

Wayne remained expressionless.

The mandrill pondered for a moment and said tactfully, "The inheritance of the Great Prophet is inseparable from nature. You cannot grasp the essence by self-study. Now you can only communicate with a part of nature, and that is limited to plants, not the entire nature."

"Can the Great Prophet Tube do this?"

Wayne became interested and after talking for a long time, he finally got to the point.

"I can't do it. My talent is limited. You can do it. The only reason you can't do it is because no one taught you."

The mandrill looked at Wayne meaningfully and said, "Are you confused? You are an elf that has 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's lineage. This is taboo knowledge."

If you want answers, come to the Hall of the Prophet, I have put everything there!
Under Wayne's silent gaze, the mandrill threw out a few extremely tempting topics, each time scratching his itch and never willing to give him a satisfying response.

Don’t ask. If you ask, I can’t tell you because it involves inheritance.

If you want to learn, come to the Prophet's Hall and I will teach you!

The mandrill tempted for five minutes, then dispersed and merged with nature, and turned itself into an ordinary monkey.

Before Tubie's thoughts dissipated, he left a message for Wayne: "Think carefully, what can Senna give you, what kind of person is she, what can I give you, and what do you desire?"

Don’t leave. I hope that next time we meet, Wayne will no longer have a blank expression on his face.

"This group of people is really troublesome..."

Wayne's impression of the top brass at the church headquarters plummeted. It was not high before, and now it has dropped directly to negative points. He wishes he could transform into a natural knight and shoot them all.

The dream of having the teacher become the Pope was also shattered.

When Xifei comes to the headquarters, she will turn into Senna's shape sooner or later. When that day comes, the Landau family will definitely break up.

Wayne gave up his obsession with reading the script of Luminous to the Saint. The cost was too high. He would rather read the script to Veronica, and if possible, Chris and Willy would listen and interact with the script.

If one day he really has a trio, why would he need a saint?

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Natural Church Headquarters.

The unknown space is hidden in the gap between the God-chosen Continent and the void, with multiple portals shrouded in clouds and mist. Humans cannot see its shape, its name, or its location.

The mountains in this space are rolling and undulating, like a beautiful painting unfolding, dreamy and beautiful, making people linger. It is also like a barrier that blocks the contact between the void universe and the chosen continent of God.

The mountains and forests are full of towering ancient trees and lush greenery, and the vitality and vigor of nature can be seen everywhere. The golden dream is not limited to greenery. The rolling sea of ​​clouds and the blowing breeze are all included in the natural artistic conception.

Nature is a concept that includes everything from a blade of grass to a tree and everything in the world, including the sun, moon and stars.

Be braver. It is like this during the day and at night, and it is also like this with death.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, you can overlook a magnificent complex of buildings, some far and some near, lined up in rows, with large and small churches scattered in an orderly manner, forming a city.

Wherever there is a city, there is a distinction between the city center and the suburbs. On a secluded hill in the suburbs, a group of white palace buildings stands lonely.

It can be said that he is not competitive, or it can be said that he is not accepted.

The Prophet's Hall!

In the green garden behind the main hall, huge tree crowns spread out like umbrellas. Among the mottled shadows of the trees, larks jump and sing.

Two young men in white robes were scattering bird food under a tree. Their calm aura blended in with the surrounding nature. The larks regarded them as their companions, and they vied with each other to play and frolic on them.

The two young men have an elegant temperament, their handsome facial features are rather gentle, and their eyebrows are not sharp. At first glance, they look like honest men who are easy to talk to.

Virgil.

serhi.

Two students of the Great Prophet.

Thump edge thump edge!

A lark descended with an envelope in its beak and landed in front of the two men, cheering and jumping as if to seek credit.

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

"Virgil, what prophecy have you seen?"

Serxi walked forward cheerfully, glanced at the contents of the letter, and her expression suddenly changed. She blurted out, "Who is this guy named Wayne? Where did he come from? Did the teacher really go to find him?"

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Even if there is, someone will drill a hole in it and steal light.

The content of the letter was like a bolt from the blue, directly negating all the efforts of Virgil and Circe over the years. The two were in deep depression, unable to maintain their balance, and scared away the larks around them, who chirped and questioned them one after another.

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

"No, this letter came out of nowhere, and it's meant to confuse you and me..."

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

Screw fate, don’t you know how many of the prophecies are true?
Destiny is earned, not predetermined!

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

Virgil sighed, ignited a flame in his palm and burned the letter. He did not stop Sersi, wanting to hear what the teacher thought.

In addition...

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

"The High Priest of Oracle..."

"Or the Pope?"

Virgil smiled bitterly, the letter came at the wrong time and he was upset.

(End of this chapter)