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Chapter 685 Lizardman Prophet? Also a Liar!

Seeing that Cheng Hua remained silent, Metatron advised, "Miss, this is the best solution."

Tifa sighed deeply: "This matter is of great importance. I will personally attend the trial in Oak City courtroom on the day of the hearing."

Metatron said, "Then I'll go gather the evidence right away!"

……

At this point, the Ten Elders chat group erupted in applause: "Finally, we can add more charges against this bastard!"

Sariel laughed loudly: "Xiao Mei, you must 'organize' the evidence properly!"

Metatron sighed, "Although the real culprit hasn't been found, this result is still acceptable."

The men burst into laughter: "Whether he's the real culprit or not doesn't matter, Da Chun must be severely punished!"

Sariel laughed, "Exactly! Isn't this fly just trying to increase the pirates' negative reputation? Killing a dancer isn't a good thing; the pirates will hate and despise him!"

Michael said in a deep voice, "I have a bad feeling about this!"

The elders asked in surprise, "Something's not right?"

Michael retorted irritably, "If the charge of murdering 44 dancers is proven, then you might as well go to hell—"

Gabriel laughed loudly: "No, no, no need to go to hell. Anyway, Oak City is not up to par and is not qualified to hold such a vicious prisoner. Of course, he should be sent to the boss!"

The group burst into laughter: "That's right, the boss should share some of our troubles. Otherwise, every time Da Chun Guan is around, a bunch of curries take the opportunity to impersonate him and cause trouble. Only the Golden Throne is free of curries!"

Raziel laughed and said, "Don't worry, boss, my divine prison is still welcoming him!"

Michael sighed helplessly, "You're really causing me trouble."

Uriel said, "I've found the prophet of Black Dragon City. I'll give everyone a live broadcast of the Black Dragon predictions."

Gabriel asked in surprise, "Call him a prophet? Not an astrologer?"

"Hmm, let's call him the Prophet. Come on, see how I got fooled!"

At this moment, Uriel entered a glittering cave that resembled a mine, where he met an old man in a cloak, hunched over... a lizardman?

"Your Excellency, I am the Dragon Servant Prophet Isaac. I have been waiting for you for most of the day. What questions do you have?"

Uriel was momentarily stunned: "You're the one who taught Lady Plague Angel Dragon Language?"

"Yes, the noble lady is very intelligent and has already mastered the basics of dragon language."

Uriel asked in surprise, "How old are you?"

"I am already 1,300 years old, which is an exceptionally long age for my dragon servant race."

Uriel asked in surprise, "So you experienced the Void War a thousand years ago?"

"Yes, back then I was a valiant battle priest, charging at the forefront. And thanks to my keen sense of danger of death, I survived every time. That's when I discovered that my talent was foresight, which is why I took up the profession of prophet."

Uriel was actually there to cause trouble: "Can I see your scars?"

"No need."

Uriel had so many privilege points he didn't know what to do with them, so he directly used his privilege to force the issue: "No need to be modest, this is my highest respect for the hero!"

Under the weight of his privilege, the prophet was powerless to refuse and had no choice but to remove his cloak, revealing the wrinkled, yellowed lizard belly stripes on his body.

"Where are the scars?"

The prophet turned around and was shocked to find that the tail was a fake tail that had been attached, and the back was covered with crisscrossing grooves!

Ah poof!!
Uriel couldn't hold back any longer, and the others burst into laughter.

Uriel laughed and said, "Very well, Mr. Isaac, I now have great faith in you as an exceptional prophet!"

The prophet quickly donned his cloak, his voice slightly discordant: "Please ask your question, Your Excellency."

Uriel asked, "If I were to ask about the God of the Void... you wouldn't be able to answer questions about the gods, would you?" The prophet replied in a deep voice, "Who says the affairs of the gods cannot be predicted?"

Uriel exclaimed in surprise, "Some human astrologers and similar professions say that."

The prophet sneered: "Of course such a lowly and weak race couldn't predict it, because they simply don't understand what God is! It's like a mouse seeing a cat and thinking the cat is God!"

Uriel was astonished: "Then what is God?"

The prophet said, "The sun, moon, stars, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, earthquakes, landslides, tsunamis, and hurricanes—that is God!"

Uriel was taken aback: "Isn't that just the law of nature?"

"The laws of nature are divine! The more powerful one is, the more predictable one becomes!"

Indeed, the creator god defined in the game is a kind of law or principle.

Uriel was truly impressed: "Then I ask you to predict the God of the Void!"

The prophet said in a deep voice, "What god of the void?"

Uriel exclaimed in astonishment, "They've been yelling around here all day!"

The prophet coldly replied, "I do not acknowledge that it as a god; it is merely a mouse seeing a cat."

Uriyo said in surprise, "But the generals in the military have all said..."

The prophet asked, "Did he say he was God?"

Uriel thought about it carefully and realized that he hadn't actually said that.
"The original words were: to reach the god level, or even more terrifying."

The prophet said in a deep voice, "The sun and moon are gods. Are the sun and moon frightening?"

Uriel was taken aback: "It's not scary."

"Therefore, what is more terrifying than God is not necessarily God."

Uriel suddenly felt like he was debating with a priest and became impatient: "Then predict where the god of the void is!"

The prophet said, "I only predict the true God of the Void, and if it exists, it can only exist in one place—"

After saying that, he produced a map of the void and pointed to the dense area where stars had shattered: "This is the ancient battlefield of the great war between gods, demons and dragons a thousand years ago! According to the laws of nature, only here can enough remnant souls condense into gods."

Uriel was momentarily stunned. "I know that, do you need to tell me?"

Uriel then asked, "Where is that roaring thing?"

The prophet scoffed, "If a cat wants to catch a mouse, does it need to chase it everywhere? Wouldn't it be simpler to just block its nest?"

Ultimately, you just can't predict it!
"I have nothing more to say! Sage, take care."

After saying this, the prophet staggered away.

The chat group erupted in an uproar.

Uriel was utterly speechless: "He's just a debater, he has no real skills whatsoever! He's a fraud!"

Michael laughed and said, "But he still gave the right solution: let's go directly to the ancient battlefield. You and I both persuaded our superiors to cooperate with the external affairs department. It doesn't matter if they don't cooperate; we two, as the two delegations, will cooperate."

Uriel: "Understood..."

Just then, Gabriel received a message from the butler: "Madam, Curry's informant reports that 500 Curry players in Oak City have received a mobilization notice and are preparing to launch a secret operation codenamed Ganges Power in the slums one night, but they do not know the specific details of the operation."

Gabriel chuckled: "Gathering in the slums? Are they going to fight the gangs for territory in the slums?"

Raphael laughed: "Is this the plan that the God of War Tata came up with after spending a day in the clinic?"

Sariel laughed and said, "That makes sense. It proves that he was indeed controlled by the puppet's threads. He couldn't leave Oak City and was afraid of being beaten with batons, so he could only develop in the slums."

Gabriel laughed: "I'm really looking forward to it..."

(End of this chapter)