Ultra: Dark Tiga, but the silver-haired beautiful girl

The Prophet, whose original name is unknown, was originally a member of the Kirieloid people.

Unlike his former colleagues who directly infiltrated the royal family to make a big splash, he was eyeing a broader world.

Well, actually it’s because I haven’t robbed it before. (crossed out)

But none of this matters.

What’s important is that the progress of my former colleague was very smooth.

Originally, he had prepared to take advantage of his former colleague's victory to welcome the arrival of the god.

But there are unexpected changes in the weather, and good or bad fortune may happen at any time.

When he sneaked into the hall, wearing the vest of a believer, he was thinking about how to take credit when welcoming the gods of his tribe.

There was a big hole in the sky.

A silver giant fell from the cave and slammed the half-open door shut.

I don’t know if my god has been squeezed out.

In short, just looking at the giant's posture, you can tell that he is incredibly strong.

So he decisively retreated from the operating room.

Some people may ask.

Isn't this selling teammates?

This is wrong.

Didn't you see that even the gods were outplayed by the other side? Wouldn't it be a waste of time to go up now?

So, on the surface, he sold out his teammates.

In fact, he was preserving the vitality of the Kirieloid people and laying the seeds of victory.

Yes, this is all part of the plan.

Everything is for the great god Kyrielod!

For the sake of the great God, he can give up his self-esteem and survive.

For the sake of the great gods, he could leave the capital and come to this remote little city.

For the sake of the great gods, he could give up his noble status as a Kyrieloid and mingle with those stupid earthlings.

But fortunately, the sacrifices are worth it.

After a period of operation, the church named Shenparg Church was born.

Having learned from the experiences and lessons of his former colleagues, he decided to keep a low profile.

After all, why did the former colleague fail?

Isn’t it because he is too arrogant?

They say that my God is of such a high status that one must be of a corresponding height to be worthy of His coming.

He had to choose the princess of another kingdom to be his goddess and cooperate with the king.

As a result, after waiting for ten years, a silver giant appeared, but he was killed instantly as a soldier.

If we were to be more low-key and just find someone to hold a ceremony, our own god might have come out long ago.

Once the god comes out, won’t the earth change hands immediately?

So, as smart as he was, he chose to start with the common people and gradually develop upwards.

And now, it is just a small attempt he made.

The coming of the god Kyrielod requires a lot of faith or life.

There definitely weren’t enough people present.

But that's just the beginning.

Although it was not enough to summon his own gods, he could still replace his own people from the void.

As long as this plan succeeds, he will no longer be alone.

With the help of the tribesmen, the coming of the gods is only a matter of time.

When the gods take over this world, he will be the greatest contributor, no doubt about it.

I feel a little excited when I think about this.

But the so-called replacement is not that simple.

It requires that those who participate in the replacement must be willing.

That is what is called a fanatic.

Although there are many people present tonight, he still has a clear idea of ​​the situation.

After all, he knew very well how he had tricked people into coming here.

The number of fanatics can only be said to be close to zero.

then what should we do?

Of course, a prophet would not fight a battle he was not sure of winning.

He has a killer weapon.

Through special means, he found a strange plant from the ruins called Luluye.

The leaves of this plant are very attractive to giant creatures.

In the early days, he relied on this to attract monsters to attack various places and confirm his identity as a prophet.

The essence of this plant lies in its flowers.

The powder made from its petals has a strong hypnotic effect on humans.

It can greatly weaken human rationality and turn them into puppets.

Then someone may ask again.

With this, why not just hypnotize some people and replace the Kyrieloids?

Don't ask, the answer is that this thing almost drained the prophet dry during the last test.

Of course, it refers to the soul power of the prophet himself.

If you have wrong thoughts, go and face the wall.

The prophet, who had finally managed to cultivate flowers again, naturally wanted to make the most of them.

Hence the gathering tonight.

Despite an unpleasant start, the prophet still maintained the elegance of a member of a superior race.

After all, in his opinion, the people below were already dead.

There's no point in fighting the dead.

So he didn't care at all about the group of big guys who came out to cause trouble.

At most, we will offer sacrifices for a while and let them go first.

In his heart, he had already pronounced the death sentence on these men.

On the surface, he was enthusiastically answering believers' questions, but in fact he was constantly transmitting energy to a space above the cave.

As time went by, the flowers inside finally began to slowly bloom.

The dim cave perfectly concealed its lavender mist, which entered the bodies of the humans present as they breathed in.

It was visible to the naked eye that the faces of the group of people began to become dull.

The prophet is not in a hurry to harvest, he is waiting.

The longer you wait, the better the effect of the flower will be.

Time is on his side.

As time went on, the smile on his face grew bigger.

The lavender mist slowly approached the back row.

Then he was swallowed by an invisible giant mouth in the void.

The black dragon named Xiaohei by Li Xiaobai faithfully performed his duties and did not let go of any object that dared to approach his master.

Thanks to it, Kalu on the side was also avoided from the influence of the flowers.

He was keenly aware of the abnormality.

"Why is it so quiet up ahead?"

Because of his position at the back, he had no way of knowing what was happening ahead.

"Nothing to say."

Li Xiaobai replied.

"Brother Dagu."

Kalu poked the boy next to him.

"Did you notice anything unusual?"

"abnormal?"

Li Xiaobai thought about it.

"Yes, I have."

"What is it?"

"The people in front of me stopped talking, and I couldn't sleep anymore."

Li Xiaobai replied.

This meeting scene gave him a sense of déjà vu of the principal's speech during his school days.

Now that the person in front of her stopped talking, she couldn't fall asleep.

"Why can't I sleep without talking..."

Kalu was a little confused, but he didn't think too much about it: "You also think the sudden silence is weird, right?"

Li Xiaobai glanced at the purple mist floating above and reminded him intentionally or unintentionally: "Yes, do you think there might be some poisonous gas that killed them all?"

Kalu subconsciously retorted: "No way, isn't the person on the stage in front still moving? How is it possible..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly reacted.

Yes, this thing on the stage might not be a human.

He seemed to have thought of something and looked up suddenly.

His eyesight has always been very good, and he was able to discover something unusual.

"Lilac mist..."

"I actually forgot about this!"

He felt deeply guilty.

In front, the prophet raised his hands with a cruel smile on his face.

As he moved, a door the size of a person slowly opened in the void.

His voice echoed in the silent cave meeting place.

"seeing is believing."

"Having said so much, you may still have doubts."

"Next, I will select a few devout believers and allow them to be redeemed in advance."

"And the messenger of God will borrow his body to come to the world and save more people."

"What an honor this is. I'm sure everyone knows this."

"So, are there any volunteers?"

As soon as he said this, a hint of fanaticism appeared on the faces of most people present.

"Redemption..."

"glory..."

"Me. Choose me!"

"I do! I do!"

...

"Oh, it seems that everyone here is a devout believer, so I'll just pick a few at random."

The smile on the prophet's face widened.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the big men in front of him.

"Just you guys."

The big men who were called looked at each other and pointed at themselves.

"Hey? We are devout believers?"

"real or fake?"