Become The Guard AI Of The Lost Civilization After Transmigration

  Chapter 92 I am a prophet

   "—Woodson! On the way here, I saw that those Titan assembly factories are in full production, and I even saw weapons that destroy stars! What do you want to do!"

  In a certain temple of the "Throne of Heaven", Zaklan was arguing with the person opposite him with red faces. He was very anxious, but the other person had always looked indifferent.

  "...Don't worry, our dear prophet, you finally come back here, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?"

   "Don't get me off topic! Have you ever wondered how many casualties will be caused this time? How much damage will be caused to the galaxy?"

Zaklan was still furious, but the high priest opposite him said indifferently: "This is a fight for the Holy Land. Every believer is full of fanatical beliefs. Without the use of war, it will never be quelled." Their anger at the destruction of holy places."

   "Heh!" Zachlan sneered, "You have already planned it, right? I have suggested countless times that you remove the atomic clock, which is not good at first glance, but you have been using various reasons to prevaricate me!"

   "How is it possible? Our dear prophet, you understand my belief in the Holy Land, and of course you will not sit idly by this kind of defilement of the Holy Land, but who would have thought that it would be a bomb that would destroy the planet?"

  The tone of the high priest is full of exaggerated sadness, but how can he be in such a state from his expression?

"You—!!" Zaklan showed obvious anger at his indifferent attitude. He threw aside the cane he was holding all the time, and even his blood vessels burst, and he was about to roll up his sleeves. The feeling of beating.

  When he was young, he did his hard work quite well. Even though he is a bit old now, he is full of tendons and flesh, and there are no four or five people who can't stop him from beating people.

  But the high priest directly interrupted his actions, and said in a calm tone:

"You are a prophet, you don't know the meaning of the word 'Holy Land' in the hearts of believers, right? Do you want me to let the believers expose this matter? If you don't need to do it, the angry believers will tear me apart broken."

   "So it is necessary to declare war on those stupid and arrogant evil prosthetics, so as to heal the pain caused by the destruction of the Holy Land."

  His words stunned Zachlan, and then he said in disbelief: "—But you clearly know what that atomic clock is, and you obviously have the ability to stop—"

"—I don't know." The high priest answered Zachlan's question firmly again, but he didn't know if there was a problem with his facial nerves. Even in this state, he looked relaxed and at ease, which was difficult Doubt whether his statement is true or not.

  Zaklan opened his mouth. At this moment, he felt that his former friend in front of him had become so strange at some point, that even he could no longer understand his thoughts.

  The psionic network that connects everyone can't feel his true appearance. The person in front of him seemed to be covered with a veil by the void, making it difficult to guess.

   "...I'm going to expose this to the believers." After realizing that it was impossible to convince the high priest, Zaclan decided to use his "prophet" influence to try to persuade the believers.

   "Really? Are you going to do this?" The high priest suddenly laughed at this moment, with an inexplicable color in his eyes.

  "The destruction of the Holy Land is a fact. You don't need me to tell you about the fanaticism of the believers. You can't stop them."

   "...At least, I want to reduce casualties, as much as I can." Zaklan did not waver, and at the same time glanced at the high priest again:

   "Also, I will also announce the contract you signed with those things in the void."

But this time, the high priest's smile calmed down, and he looked at Zachlan expressionlessly: "... approaching the void is the driving force for all of us to move forward. Priests, holy servants to do it."

   "We firmly believe that the 'Apocalypse' traveled from the Void to another place. In order to catch up with their footsteps, this danger is necessary."

   "And now, believers finally have a hope and have actually felt the possibility brought by this power. Do you think they will give up easily?"

   "Zaklan," the high priest didn't call him "prophet" for the first time, but called him by his first name:

"You have been born with weak psychic potential, and even the 'End of Reincarnation' cannot improve you. Your psychic power is not even as good as that of a child. You who have never enjoyed this wonderful thing, how did you decide to do it? Is it right or wrong?"

"I don't think your faith is firm. Maybe you are not suitable for the responsibility of 'prophet'. After you leave, I will ask the oracle to name a new prophet. He will be the chosen one to be our guide of believers."

  The high priest plainly announced what he would do in the future, but Zachlan didn't respond to it, and just shook his head as he left:

   "I am Zachlan, a nobody, unwillingly carried forward by the tide of history."

   "I am Zaklan, and I am also a self-proclaimed 'prophet'. I have seen the shattering of the galaxy and the bleeding people."

  "I will go everywhere, proclaim my prophecy, those who believe in me will follow me, and my miracle will come..."

  He appears to be saying a hymn, only with his name changed. And after he left, all the believers who were linked by psychic energy received a telepathic message.

  【Prophet Zaklan was bewitched by evil gods on the way to find the elect, and has lost his devotion to God. Hereby announces】

  【The new prophet will be born by the oracle in the second great sacrifice, bringing the gospel of God】

   This sudden and inexplicable situation plunged the believers into chaos.

  They didn't understand how the "prophet" who was originally everyone's spiritual idol became the spokesperson of the evil **** overnight, which made them feel like their faith had collapsed.

  But soon, they saw the "former prophet" Zaklan walking out of the temple.

  Some people gathered around to ask about this, but Zaklan said indifferently: "I saw the prophecy, do you want to follow me?"

  The person who asked the question was subconsciously taken aback when he heard this, and then wanted to ask, "What is the prophecy?"

   But before he could speak, Zaclan nodded and said, "So, I understand. May the Apocalypse protect you."

  After that, Zaklan said to the second person: "I saw the prophecy, do you want to follow me?"

   In this way, he asked one by one, but before they could respond, he replied: "May the Apocalypse protect you."

  This kind of nagging behavior has discouraged many former believers, and they couldn't help but whispered to others through telepathy: "...the prophet is not really bewitched by evil gods, is he?"

   "...I think it's possible, otherwise why such a crazy attitude? Let's not believe it."

  More and more people stepped aside, but Zachlan didn't show much, until a childish voice said: "I want to follow you!"

  Zaklan nodded and smiled, then took the child behind him, and said calmly:

   "I saw the prophecy, I saw the destruction, I saw the 'circle' that will destroy everything about us..."

   Although there are only three chapters, the first two chapters are all big chapters, really 10,000 words!

  (end of this chapter)