They all call me the Outer God

The sky turned dark in an instant, and the huge tornado roared as if it could connect the heaven and the earth, crushing towards the royal city mercilessly.

The soldiers' expressions became even more ugly now, but even so, they did not run away, but looked around as if waiting for something.

"call----"

The storm rolled up yellow sand all over the sky, and its scope became more and more terrifying. In the face of natural disasters, both humans and giants seemed so small. Such a storm was unprecedented. If it were allowed to enter the royal city and wreak havoc, it is estimated that within an hour there would be no more people in the city. No normal human beings could be found alive.

"Damn it!"

The soldier gritted his teeth and his muscles trembled slightly. At this moment, just when the storm was about to involve everyone, it suddenly disappeared.

Yes, it just disappeared out of thin air, everything fell into silence as if it had never happened, and behind the city gate, a man's figure covered with gold ornaments and with extremely dark eyeliner appeared.

"Priest!" The soldiers and the crowd cheered when they saw the appearance of the high priest. It was this priest who had just taken action to put an end to the disaster and return peace to them.

"Quiet—are the Han slaves here too?"

The great priest Luo Yin walked out of the city gate leisurely and looked at the Hanu in front of him with a careful look, especially Liya. He was slightly confused. The Hanu lived a long life, and he knew all the princes of their clan. , but I have never seen this Hanu.

Moreover, this man covered half of his face with a hood, which looked suspicious.

Then he thought about the storm just now. That storm was definitely not a natural formation...

"Have you finally begun to show your claws?"

Luo Yin walked up to Riya and looked up at him sternly: "Take off the hood."

Riya took off his hood obediently, revealing an ordinary and even ugly face at the back. The reason why he said it was ugly was because there was a scar on the top of his head, and this scar ran directly diagonally from the top of his head through his eyes and the bridge of his nose. There was a lot of hair missing where there were scars on the upper part of the body.

And the moment he revealed his face, Riya turned her head unconsciously, as if she didn't want people to see her ugly side.

"New here? I don't think I've seen you before."

Facing Luo Yin's interrogation, Sisitoru on the side quickly explained: "Sir, he is the prophet of our clan. He came here this time because he foresaw the changes related to the royal family and came to see the Pharaoh."

"Prophet? Change?" Luo Yin's eyes were even more wrong now. He knew that the prophets of the Hanu tribe were always mysterious. They rarely made predictions, but once they started to predict, it meant changes in civilization or the beginning of disaster.

Now a prophet from the Hanu tribe has appeared here. Could it be that the Prince Faction is really so loyal and loyal that they are even willing to sacrifice their own prophet?

Luo Yin didn't trust these Han slaves, but the king must have a reason for choosing to accept them.

Others can be dealt with according to normal procedures for the time being, but for this prophet, Luo Yin must personally interrogate him and report it to the queen before making any plans.

"Put on your hood and follow me."

He winked at the soldiers, and soon some soldiers approached Riya with shackles and motioned for him to squat down. Then, they tied his hands, feet and even his neck.

From the beginning to the end, Riya showed no resistance. He felt the heavy metals on his body and suddenly discovered that they could restrain extraordinary abilities to a certain extent.

"Things are starting to get interesting."

Faced with the changes, Riya felt unexpectedly happy. The priest dispersed the storm he created. Although Riya did not exert much force when creating the storm, it may not be what ordinary people should do to disperse it in an instant. Some ability.

It seems that not rashly declaring war on the Pharaoh at the beginning was the right decision.

Ria lowered his eyes, and there were countless golden lights flashing in the shadows under the hood. In just a few minutes, he had already felt the gazes of dozens of different eyes. The oppression brought by the owners of these eyes was enough to confirm that they ...or maybe they are definitely not good people.

"Angels, thirteen angels, but their eyes don't look like living creatures. Maybe they are casting their sights here through some medium."

"Is it a mural?"

Riya inadvertently looked at the patterns carved on the surfaces of the buildings, only to find that there were also many eyes on the patterns.

Buckley was already full of eye worship, and the Eye of Horus pattern was a symbol of noble royal power, which the Pharaoh used to communicate with the sun and the moon.

Luo Yin wanted to take Riya to leave first, and Riya also used this message to tell Xisituolu that nothing would happen to him, and that he was just going to see the Pharaoh first.

He did not believe that the Pharaoh would not be interested in the sudden arrival of the Hanu prophet. This prophecy could be big or small. As long as Leah was willing, he could even claim that his prophecy was directly related to the Pharaoh's throne.

So he was separated from the giants. Luo Yin escorted him all the way to the prison of the palace, but they had just approached the gate of the palace when Liya raised her head as if she noticed something.

The first thing I saw was people, and the city walls were densely packed with people.

The men set up their bows and shot arrows, aiming their sharp arrows in Riya's direction. Riya looked at Luo Yin: "Sir, what do you mean?"

"Don't you understand yet?" Luo Yin snorted coldly, drew his sword and pointed it at Liya, "You are too suspicious, Hanu, when you pretended to be this identity, did you ever think that we also have a god who is good at prophecy? He does not It was predicted that some Hanu prophet would appear today."

"Then there can only be one answer, you are pretending.

Honourable Hanu, you want to use this to enter the palace, your identity and acting skills are not enough-"

"Oh, there is another prophet..." Liya muttered to himself, and then he smiled, "But He can't predict my existence, which can explain a lot of problems. The inspiration of the Hanu tribe is so powerful that your god can't match it."

"Watch your words." Luo Yin's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to cut off one of Liya's arms. Liya screamed and covered his arm, and his tone became more and more paranoid.

"You are anxious, Lord Priest, it is not shameful to admit your shortcomings, otherwise you can try to let that god predict my purpose, and then you will find that He can't predict anything at all."

"Not only can he not predict, he doesn't even know who I am."

His tone gradually accelerated, and Luo Yin also opened his eyes wide at this time, because he had already seen the arm that fell to the ground extending from the broken surface with dark flesh whiskers.

But in a moment, those flesh whiskers turned into dark and strange tentacles that struggled to connect with Leah's wound, and finally connected themselves back intact.

At this time, Leah also summoned a magnified version of the Sword of Damocles to the enemies on the wall.