The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"Do not worry."

Wang Kang smiled and said: "What you think will not happen, you just need to restrain the people of your Sana tribe."

"Ok."

Sanamo shook his head and hurried away.

"The prophets are here, the prophets are here, the prophets are here to bring us out of the sea of ​​suffering!"

At this time, a person shouted loudly.

He was also watching the ceremony below, and was the leader of a small tribe before.

"Shh!"

Also at this time.

Sanamo directly pulled out the scimitar and beheaded him!

Blood splattered, and there was a chill.

And he said loudly: "Listen to me, all of you, the prophet has long been lost in the long river of history, whoever dares to disturb people's hearts will be killed without mercy!"

Things like this have already happened a few times, and this is just the beginning!

There are many people who haven't spoken yet.

From the bottom of their hearts, they all hoped that the black army could directly kill them!

After a while like this.

The black army has already arrived here.

On the periphery, all legions including the Pingxi Army have entered a state of combat readiness!

Although Wang Kang didn't order them to fight, once there was any change, they would strike without hesitation.

At the same time, there was a commotion in the barbarian army, but it was still under control.

This is the power of the prophet.

Just a name alone makes people like this.

However, this black army did not reach the Holy Land, it just stopped outside, it did not move forward, and it had no intention of attacking.

under the watchful eyes of all.

From the black army, a team came out, this is a cavalry team with only 50 people!

Black horses, black armor.

They were just guards, making a gesture of bowing their heads.

Then, another rider came out.

This is a white horse, extremely handsome!

Its fur is white, without a trace of variegation!

But people focused more on the man sitting on the white horse.

She was wearing a white robe, her long hair was floating, and she was holding an ancient parchment scroll in her right hand.

Her whole body is filled with a holy temperament, incomparable...

Grassland Prophet!

This seems to be a very mysterious feeling, even if you see it from a long distance, you can be sure!

She is the true prairie prophet.

The white horse walked slowly, and the black troops on both sides escorted her towards the center, slowly approaching!

The whole scene fell silent.

All eyes were on her.

Someone knelt down uncontrollably.

Wang Kang had previously ordered that no one should stop her, so she went all the way to the ceremony...

"A prophet, a prophet!"

There is an old man.

He was really old, knelt down tremblingly, crying all over the place!

For the older generation of Hu people, the prophet is the most primitive belief...

"It's a prophet, really a prophet!"

Most people still didn't kneel, because besides the Prophet, there is also the demon Lord Mangus here!

Obviously, this is a collision of royal power and faith.

What the outcome will be remains to be seen.

The scene was terribly silent, only the slight sound of horseshoes.

that's it.

The white horse approached the high platform.

"Master Prophet, Lord Prophet!"

Also at this time.

There was a cry.

"Changshengtian gave us a place to live in the prairie people. This is the home of our prairie people. Now it is invaded by foreigners and killed wantonly. Lord Prophet, please show us the way!"

This sentence seemed to directly detonate, and the voices continued one after another!

"That's it, that's it!"

Sorkin murmured: "Prairie people may be killed and suppressed, but in the face of faith, everything will be broken!"

Then, he also knelt down.