Twilight Speaker

Chapter 197: The First Mutation, History’s Counterattack
The fog was thick.

The Venerable, the Prophet, and the First Generation sat cautiously on the big throne, each looking up and gazing into the void, and only a moment later.

A figure shrouded in mist walked towards them step by step, his steps slow and heavy.

Chen Xiang sat upright on his own seat, clasped his hands on the table, looked around at the three councillors, and spoke calmly:
"It's been a while since you held a regular meeting, right?"

The first generation nodded indifferently:

"Several months."

"For me, it is nearly two hundred years." The prophet sighed. The fact that he was summoned to attend the regular meeting in the collapsed place meant a very clear meaning - His Excellency the Speaker must know that he is in the collapsed place and is one of the dozen or so rulers and popes.

There is no need to hide it.

He spoke candidly:
"I am in a strange situation. The battle between the Shepherd, Captain Mist, and Primal Fear was just a cover. I was dragged into it. Together with the other kings and the Pope, we are trapped in a place called the Collapse. The speed of time there is different from that in the outside world."

"Is there such a thing?"

The Venerable was obviously a little surprised:
"The outside world thinks that the kings and the pope are still fighting a war of gods somewhere."

“We were all forced to be trapped.”

The prophet smiled bitterly and said:
"It was done by the shepherd, the Speaker's student. I don't know the significance of His doing this."

"Trapped a little guy."

Chen Xiang responded calmly, his eyes cold:
"I summoned you this time to tell you some truths. The parliament is about to reach a turning point. The nine seats will be filled soon. It won't be long. Anyway."

After a pause, he continued:

"The purpose of the collapsed place is to trap the Lord of Donghong, the Great Emperor - to be more precise, a fake Great Emperor."

"Fake?"

The prophets and the venerables looked at each other, while the first generation watched everything quietly with a calm expression.

During the last regular meeting, Chen Xiang had already told them that something had gone wrong with the Emperor, so his seat was revoked, but he did not say what the problem was. He only answered it for them now.

"The ruler is indeed the emperor." The Venerable seemed to have expected this, but was still confused and did not understand what "impostor" meant.

Chen Xiang nodded slightly and continued:

"It's complicated to explain. You just need to know one thing - the current 'Lord of Donghong' is played by a great man."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the venerable and the prophet widened, and their breathing suddenly became rapid. Great one? ?

This word is far away from them - even far away from the entire reality!
Chen Xiang waited patiently for a moment, and when he saw that both of them had almost digested the matter, he continued:

"The parliament is about to reach an important turning point. In fact, not only the parliament, but the entire reality is about to reach an important turning point. Did you all hear the thunder?"

The first generation, who had remained silent the whole time, nodded slightly. He was no longer calm, but became a little trembling, and sighed softly:

"Titan, the greatest of all, announces his return, accompanied by a thunderclap that explodes in the nine dimensions and the real universe."

He trembled slightly, his chest rose and fell violently, and it seemed that sweat was dripping. The prophet and the venerable beside him clenched their fists excitedly. The prophet said tremblingly:

"You mean, the great Titan is really back?"

"came back."

Chen Xiang smiled and nodded, his eyes swept across the three congressmen, and his smile suddenly disappeared.

After a moment of silence, He continued:

"It has not returned completely, only a relatively incomplete part has returned. The reaction of the Outer Gods is predictable. They will respond, and even try to descend into reality at all costs."

The three councillors listened attentively. The Prophet and the Venerable were both excited and thrilled, while the First Generation breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Xiang looked around and said in a calm and solemn voice:
"I will find the remaining seven seats as soon as possible to fill the nine seats. In the meantime, the task I give you is very simple. Prophet, you will take charge of the entire White Star Country as soon as possible. Your Excellency, you will take control of the Donghong Country as soon as possible. I will deal with the impostor."

The three councillors were stunned. The prophet hesitated and said cautiously:
"Mr. Speaker, we are only six seats short of nine seats, not seven."

"That is indeed the case."

Chen Xiang sighed hesitantly:
“But now there is indeed a shortfall of seven seats. What do you think, First Generation?”

The prophets and venerables all turned their heads abruptly and cast their gazes at the First Generation, confused and amazed.

The latter looked normal, but seemed a little surprised and stunned:
"When?"

"When did you find out?"

Chen Xiang tapped the table with his fingers and said calmly:

“Just now - when you heard that Emperor Tan had only partially returned, you breathed a sigh of relief; when you talked about Emperor Tan’s return, you were not as excited as the Prophet and the Venerable. You were fearful, terrified, and trembling. Who are you?” The Prophet and the Venerable suddenly stood up with a changed expression, staring at the First Generation with extreme vigilance.

As for the first generation, he just smiled leisurely:
"Who am I? Haha"

He shook his head with pity, and did not answer immediately. He just tapped his head with interest:
"Sarah's memory is very confusing. I, who just took over, cannot directly read all of his memories. But the prophet just said that the True Shepherd is your student? Then, who are you?"

There was a hint of fear in his voice.

Of the announcement that day, most of the nine dimensions and the real universe only heard the last two sentences.
That is, 'I am the greatest god, I am the pillar of reality, I am the foundation of all things, I am the weaver of reality' and 'I am the Titan',
But for many great ones, they naturally heard every word without missing a single one - including the opening sentence 'I am called the End of Suffering, the Source of Mist and the True Shepherd'!
True shepherd.
The 'first generation' shuddered violently, both trembling and feeling that it was natural - no wonder, no wonder the little fellow seven years ago could throw such a shocking spear!
It turns out that he is He.

The Prophet and the Reverend's expressions were extremely solemn at this time. They stared at the First Generation intently:
"Who are you??"

The First Generation did not answer, but stared at Chen Xiang:

"Who are you?"

He was very confident. After discarding his fear, his expression was extremely indifferent. He simply ignored the prophets and the venerables.
In the eyes of the 'first generation', these two are no different from ants.

Chen Xiang closed his eyes at this time, and did not answer the question of the "first generation". He just sighed and said to himself:
"Waiting for me here?"

After a long time, “He” opened his eyes and stared at the “First Generation”. The two terrifying beings looked at each other, and a strong wind blew in the air, causing visible wrinkles to appear, and the entire ancient palace swayed slightly! !

Chen Xiang asked calmly:

"Lord of Death, when did you take over the first generation's body? I'm very curious."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prophet and the venerable felt their scalps suddenly tingling, their hearts beating wildly, and their minds becoming extremely confused!
Death. The Lord of Death?

The two of them only felt a chill bursting from their coccyx, surging throughout their bodies in an instant. The four words "Lord of Death" seemed to turn into an iron hammer, smashing their thoughts into chaos!

The 'first generation' was obviously a little surprised:
"Little guy, I am more interested in you."

He became even more fearless, leaning slightly against the bronze throne and yawning:

"When was it? Let me think about it. It was probably more than six or seven years ago. Something happened in the Great City. An unknown person attacked through the long river of time and I was injured."

After a pause,
The First Generation's expression also became solemn, and the frivolity in his voice faded a little:

"This frightened me, and I had to respond. I used Jerusalem as a vessel and performed a physical descent. Well, earlier today, I replaced the physical descent with a soul descent, and I just took over His body not long ago."

After a pause, a faint smile appeared on His face:

"I just took over His body and didn't have time to read all the memories when I heard the words 'regular meeting'. Oh, my only saint is actually a member of the Old Ones, oh no, the Red Moon Council. How ironic!"

Along with the laughter of the "first generation", or the master of death, a dull feeling of oppression suddenly arose.
The prophets and the venerables changed color, and were immediately locked in this sense of oppression, unable to move. Every cell in their bodies screamed in fear, and their spiritual madness was in full swing!
"I see."

Chen Xiang felt the oppression surging towards him, and his expression was a little depressed and dazed - those who fool history will eventually be hit back by history.

Jerusalem.
Chen Xiang closed his eyes for a long time, until the soul of the Lord of Death became impatient, and then he opened his eyes:

"First Generation - Jerusalem, is He dead?"

"Him?"

The Lord of Death smiled happily:
"That's about right. Even though only a part of my soul has descended, it is still not something that His soul can touch. Most of His soul has been annihilated, and only a trace of its origin remains. What's wrong?"

As he spoke, the Lord of Death stood up slowly, and his boundless divine power that exceeded the limits of a true God came like a tidal wave, submerging the entire ancient palace!

The prophet and the venerable felt suffocating, his blood stopped flowing, his heart stopped beating, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt that he was slipping towards death, dying!

But the Speaker still sat calmly in the main seat.

The smile on the face of the Lord of Death gradually faded, and he felt a little surprised:
"Eh? Little guy, why are you fine? Have you reached the limit of a true god? This is beyond my expectations."

He didn't care, and still maintained his absolute confidence and superiority, and spoke calmly:
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Two True Gods and one True God Limit is also a fortune. The Red Moon Council will continue to exist, but it will continue to exist under my leadership."

The Lord of Death's eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he was very excited. He was not willing to be trampled under the feet of so many Outer Gods.
If Yu secretly controls the Red Moon Council, perhaps he will have a chance to turn the tables and become the master!
Thinking of this, the smile on His face grew wider, and His attitude became more and more high-spirited:
"Now, prostrate yourself and tell me everything, and I will spare your lowly lives."

‘Click! ’

Chen Xiang snapped his fingers, and the prophet and the venerable suddenly disappeared.

The smile on the face of the Lord of Death faded:
"Is it necessary to struggle? Little guy, it's useless, or do you think that you have your so-called student to rely on? No, no, no, you don't even know who He is, and He can't do it."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiang slowly stood up, the mist on his body dissipated at some point, and he was holding on to a walking stick.

"Child, come walk with me."

He spoke tiredly with a gloomy expression, and the smile on the face of the Lord of Death suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)