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Chapter 252 The Prophet of the Future

Nakbet, the god of death, stood in the mid-air of Aga King City, looking at every mortal who came and went in this king city.

His sickle, which was originally gleaming with cold light, has turned black and purple at this moment. If you look closely, you can see skulls the size of skeletons printed on the scythe's pattern. Some of them screamed and some struggled. Some wait silently, some are kind and calm...

These are the souls that Nakbet, God of Death, has harvested from the three-eyed ape-man these days.

He is like a hard-working farmer ushering in the harvest of autumn, he kept raising and lowering the sickle, cutting off the heads of countless wheat waiting to be slaughtered, and an unknown number of mortals followed the sickle of death fell, and completely left their bodies.

These days, he has not been in a hurry to go back and forth between the Netherland and the real world, but stays in this Aga King City, because there are too many souls waiting for him to harvest here, and Nakbet intends to collect them all at once. After harvesting, they will be taken to the underworld together to be judged by the judges of the underworld.

For countless mortals, death is a secret, obscure, even evil and sinful thing. Death is like an impassable river, which cannot be crossed by any material ship, and even the lightest feather will sink to the bottom. The other side of death is the known world, but the other side of death is an unknown place.

But in the eyes of Nakbet, the god of death, death is not mysterious. He can almost accurately predict when each life will die, and how their souls will be harvested. The judges of the underworld will judge them, and they will go to different underworld regions because of the results of the trial.

Nakbet, the god of death, showed astonishment after sensing something, and he looked towards the dungeon of the kingdom.

In the blink of an eye, he teleported into a dark cell.

The base of the wall was covered with moss, and it was damp and cold here. It was the strongest dungeon in King Aga's city. No one had escaped from it since it was built.

However, the cell where Xi Lan was originally held was empty at the moment, and even the God of Reaper, who was holding a sickle in his hand, could not help but tremble slightly, showing doubts on his face.

Those who wanted to take Xi Lan to the execution ground opened the iron door of the cell, and their faces paled quickly. They looked at everything in front of them at a loss. Not in the shadow of Zealand.

A living person just disappeared.

No one knows when he disappeared, and no one knows how he disappeared, but he just disappeared, leaving this inescapable dungeon.

Nakbet, the god of death, also looked at everything in front of him suspiciously, and he was full of puzzlement.

The reason why he hasn't left yet is to witness Xilan's next death, and then harvest the last soul with a sickle, and then return to the underworld, and hand him over to the judges of the underworld for trial. And I will attend the audition in person.

But right under his nose, this disciple of the prophet disappeared under his nose without warning.

The god of death could not detect any trace.

"It's...strange..."

The god of death murmured in astonishment:

"I can sense the death that passes through all this world...

How is that Zealand now?do you died?If he's dead, then I should be able to find out where he is.

Isn't it dead?
He should be dead. I clearly sensed the fate of his death, that's why I appeared here. "

In the end, Nakbet, the god of death, made a conclusion that Xilan should be dead, but the soul has disappeared, and disappeared together with his body out of thin air.

As for when and how Sealand disappeared out of thin air, although Nakbet had doubts at the moment, he had no intention of exploring.

After all, the gentle God of Death really only cares about death and his nether world, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it.

Nakbet, the god of death, could not help feeling sorry for the disappearance of Zealand.

After all, although the elf's life was short compared to his clansmen, he had achieved many great achievements that other mortals could not touch in their lifetime.

Nakbet raised the sickle and looked at the souls stuffed on the blade of the sickle.

"I am the king blessed by Cargauth, I am the king representing Cargauth, I am the king of Aga! You cannot kill me!"

When approaching these souls, Nakbet, the god of death, heard countless wailing.

Among them, only this soul named Anukt made him feel the most noisy. The resentment of this soul before death was too deep.

Nakbet, the god of death, sighed, and he raised his finger and pressed it on the soul.

"To shut up."

Death said a word.

Purple filaments protruded from Nakbet's fingertips, like moving worms, piercing the soul in an instant, and then the worms turned into ropes, sealing the mouth of the resentful soul.

After that, Death raised the heavy sickle in his hand.

"Then go back first."

These days were too busy, too many people died, and the affairs of the underworld consumed a lot of energy, even this god who was accompanied by death couldn't help but feel a little tired.

"Maybe I should create a race as my servant, let them go back and forth between the two worlds, and harvest souls for me."

Thinking of this, Death said.

After that, the god of death turned around, and the black mist slowly rose from his feet. In a blink of an eye, he left the city of King Aga and returned to the underworld.

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Solamus watched Nakbet, the god of death, leave the city of Aga from a distance.

The god who walked with death would not have thought that it was the head of the archangel who made Xi Lan disappear out of thin air in the cell.

He went to that room not long ago, and the Archangel witnessed Daniel standing on the gallows to be executed, and witnessed a vigorous uprising in Sealand, went to the palace, and executed King Anukt.

Solamus didn't want to get involved at first, after all...his mission is not here, but...

After Sealan was imprisoned in the prison of King Aga, after his stirring prayer, Soramus stretched out his hand, and exerted his great power, and put Sealand to sleep.

Soramus stripped his soul and body, and buried his body on an unnamed hill, while his soul was comforted by Soramus and sent to the top of the mountain.

It can be said that Xi Lan is a person who has never experienced death.

"Xilan, God heard your prayer."

Solamus said softly.

Angels are the extension of God, just like the hands and feet of God, and Soramus, who is closest to God, knows that when the kingdom comes and all souls gather in one place from the whole heaven and earth, God will have a mission for the disciple of the prophet , to answer Zealand's prayers.

And at that time, the election will come...

"You walk on the path of a prophet, making you a prophet too."

Looking towards the direction of the top of the mountain, Soramus sighed.

Then he turned his gaze to the distance.

The reason why he came to earth was to be the herald of the coming of the kingdom of heaven.

Zealand has a mission of Zealand, and itself has its own mission.

King Aga City is the place where Xilan proves her mission, and in the far corners of the world, there is also a place where her own mission is verified.

Right now,

Soramus focused his eyes on a race created by the gods—human beings.

　I almost forgot to update it, it’s really cool to rest, it’s hard to go from extravagance to frugality.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)