The Devils of the Heavens Begins from Jackie Chan's Adventures

Chapter 211 Prophet Mikal

The nobles who were originally on the defensive side heard the voice and looked at a young man in the audience who was wearing completely different clothes.

"Who are you? Don't you know that this is not the place you should be?" an arrogant nobleman said.

Jiang Ming looked at the noble and said slowly: "I don't remember that I can't come here. The whole world is mine."

Everyone was confused after hearing Jiang Ming's words. Jiang Ming ignored these nobles and walked straight to Mikal's body.

"It's really tragic, he actually committed suicide!"

"Come quickly and drive this guy out!" a noble shouted.

Jiang Ming looked at the noble and said indifferently: "You are too noisy!"

The next moment, the noble's head was smashed open and his body fell straight to the ground. Blood spurted out and dyed the ground red, and the hall fell silent instantly.

A hand suddenly rested on Jiang Ming's shoulder. A tall, muscular man wearing armor stared at Jiang Ming and said, "Wizard, this is not a place for you to mess around!"

The surrounding nobles' eyes were full of expectations when they saw the man standing up. It was obvious that the man's strength was well recognized by everyone.

"I don't like people putting their hands on my shoulders!"

The next moment everyone saw the man fly out and hit the wall hard with a muffled sound, and everyone fell into silence again.

"There's no one who doesn't have a good eye these days!"

Jiang Ming looked at Mikal's body and put his hand on top of the body. Everyone looked at Jiang Ming and didn't know what he was doing.

Jiang Ming frowned slightly. He had been dead for a while and it seemed that he needed to spend more effort.

In the eyes of everyone, Mikal's broken body was slowly being repaired, as if it had been pieced together. From the original corpse, it became more and more like a living person. A crazy idea appeared in everyone's heads. , he wants to resurrect Mikal.

Once this idea appeared, it grew like weeds. Many nobles had a strong look of greed in their eyes. This was a resurrection from the dead!

Mikal felt like he was drowning in water, his consciousness kept falling. There was no so-called suffocation and pain, only endless silence and loneliness.

Mikal seemed to see a hand grabbing towards him. The next moment Mikal opened his eyes suddenly and took a big breath, like a person fished out of the water.

Everyone looked at Mikal. The other party actually resurrected Mikal. This was simply a miracle, and it all happened right in front of them.

Mikal looked at the nobles around him who were looking at him with shocked expressions. He lowered his head and checked his body. Shouldn't he be dead?Could it be the hand just now?

Jiang Ming looked at Mikal and said, "Don't look at the prophet, I resurrected you!"

Only then did Mikal realize that there was a dark-haired young man in strange clothes standing next to him. Although nothing unusual could be seen, dangerous signals appeared in his brain at the next moment, and some non-existent memory fragments also appeared in his mind.

Mikal calmed down and looked at Jiang Ming with a little more fear.

Some nobles have already worshiped Jiang Ming as a god, praying that Jiang Ming can save the world.

"God, please save this world!"

"We are willing to offer you my faith!"

"Yes, please save this world!"

Jiang Ming waved his hand, and a throne made of rock rose from the ground, turning golden yellow. Jiang Ming sat on the throne and watched with interest the nobles kneeling below.

Seeing Jiang Ming turning stones into gold out of thin air, the nobles confirmed their suspicions and begged more sincerely. The nobles who originally stayed on the sidelines also joined in.Mikal looked at the nobles and said: "He is not a god, he is the one who destroyed our world."

Mikal's words were like a stone falling into the lake, causing a huge wave in an instant. The nobles looked in disbelief. What they originally thought was hope was extinguished in an instant.

They looked at Jiang Ming and then at Mikal. On one side was a miracle, and on the other was a prophet who had never predicted wrongly. Thinking of Jiang Ming's indifference when he just killed the nobles, the answer seemed to have jumped out, but this was Their last hope was now ruthlessly shattered.

"God, are you really here to destroy the world? What have we done wrong for you to treat us like this?"

Even though he knew that Jiang Ming on the stage might be the murderer of everything, he still didn't dare to question him loudly.

"What does it have to do with destroying you?"

"Of course it has something to do with us, we are the ones being destroyed!"

"Would you feel guilty for stepping on a group of ants on a whim?" Jiang Ming said coldly.

The nobles fell into deathly silence again. They were like ants. The other party never paid attention to them. They were just victims of the other party's whims.

Each of them has a noble background, but in the eyes of the other party, they are no different than ants.

Mikal looked at the many nobles with a complicated look. What did he think about what they were thinking?They are so small.

Jiang Ming looked at Mikal and said, "Can you really predict the future?"

"I can indeed predict the future, but it is not stable. Some are short-term predictions, and some are long-term predictions. Most of the predictions will appear automatically when encountering danger."

After Jiang Ming heard it, it turned out that it was a passive skill that could not actively predict the future, and it was not very stable. In this case, the value was much lower, but it was still rare, and it was a good way to predict danger.

If he takes the opponent with him, can he avoid some dangers and even counterattack in advance?

Jiang Ming looked at Mikal and said, "I decided to make you my servant."

Before Mikal had time to object, a black demonic energy floated out from Jiang Ming's fingertips and penetrated Mikal's body like a small black snake.

"Ah~~"

Mikal let out a shout, and his whole body floated in the air. His body also began to change. His originally gray hair began to grow longer and darker, a purple mark appeared between his eyebrows, and his tongue continued to stretch and become... The tongue was like a snake, and the skin became pale.

The nobles looked at Mikal floating in the air and turning into a monster with horrified faces. They did not expect that Mikal turned into a devil. That guy was definitely not a god.

Camille, on the other hand, was immersed in the pleasure of gaining strength. His decayed body was revitalized, and he had the power to control everything. He could control everything with just one thought.

But all this turned out to be just a trace of the other party's power, and Mikal's originally dead heart burned again. Even if he was a prophet, who would want to face death like this?
It's different now. He can see the wider world instead of becoming an ant.

"Mikal meets the master!" Mikal returned to the ground and bowed his head respectfully and said.

Jiang Ming nodded, originally thinking that the other party would refuse, but unexpectedly he agreed directly, which also saved him some trouble.

Jiang Ming looked at the nobles below and said, "Do you also want power? Come and show me your value!"

"Knowledge, power, desire, greed, and life, please me and you will have a chance to live."

Just when some nobles were stunned, one noble pulled out his long sword and stabbed the surrounding nobles. Blood and unwillingness quickly filled the entire palace.

Jiang Ming looked at the people below who were killing each other and sneered: "This is human nature. Nobles are not noble."

Mikal silently looked at the fighting below, the nobles with red eyes who had already been killed. He knew that the world was completely over.
(End of this chapter)