I headed straight to Astana after I heard the secret of the Beacon Ceremony from the Grim Reaper. The building where the prophet Astana lived was buried in the snow, as it used to be. I recalled what Persuasion said before I moved into the building.
[There's no need to provoke me right now. Think you can get the Anonymous Priest at any time, but first negotiate with the Prophet using the book of the Nine Patriarchs.]
There is nothing good about attracting the attention of the Ripple, even if the power is not firmly established. I took a short breath and walked inside.
Queek
Soon after the door was opened, a prophet appeared on the altar of the high temple. When the prophet found me, he glanced back and said,
[Humans using the lamp of Alzahad as a free material... Unique.]
"Prophets. I've come to trade with you."
[A deal...? What do you want to trade?]
"Books and knowledge!"
After a short speech, I took out the Nine Paths Temple from my neck and listened. Then the prophet said with great curiosity.
[It's worth the trade... What knowledge do you want from me?]
"I want to find out the truth and get an exotic drink."
[Two things... I should compare the meridian.]
"Will you accept?"
[Of course...]
I asked without hesitation as the prophet accepted the deal.
"You know, this is one of the seven yards of demand. Do you know this?"
[Of course... Did you come here to ask me that...]
"That's not true. I'm here to make things right because you know something's wrong."
[What...?]
When I thought I'd died in my 16th life, my teeth fell apart. But I forcefully endured the anger.
"You know that to grow the last night of free demand, you have to kill life with it. And even if we achieve that growth, Ithaqua will know that nothing will ever come of it. Am I right?"
[Yes... what's wrong...]
I said decisively.
"Wrong. A second liberated demand, Makya, as she grows, will descend the soul of Itaqua, consuming the soul of the Fallen One and galloping freely."
[Crazy... That's not the deal with Emperor Oze... You can't break a deal with an incarnate...]
The prophet was rarely angry. He was convinced that there was no error in his knowledge. I was saying that I didn't think that the prophet deliberately deceived me in that way.
I looked at him and said,
"Do you want to bet? If I'm right, you'll do me one more favor."
[Fine... I'll bet... if you're wrong, your soul and body will all be mine... Will you accept...]
"Yes!"
I swallowed a saliva. It was because, unless the transaction of the soul was mentioned in the mouth of the great archaeologist, who was about to become a prophet, it would be like death if he failed in this battle. I pull the Obsidian out of my chest as I try to relax.
[Obsidian...? Do you know how to store a memory?]
"Of course."
The prophet mutters in disbelief.
[Strange... That's a technique that can only be used by a few wise men or Madosans... How do you know that...]
"You don't have to wonder about that now. The important thing is that I know how to use Obsidian liquor."
[So... what memories are you going to show me?]
"My Past Life!"
Swook
I gave the prophet the Obsidian with the memory of my 16th life. The prophet hesitates for a moment, and reaches out his tentacle and receives Obsidian. When the prophet took the Obsidian intact, I triggered the obsidian technique.
Wooooo!!
After a moment, the prophet trembles and stops. The tentacles grew colder and looked dead. The strange silence wraps around the inside of the embassy, and the prophet starts to move again, and the prophet rolls his eyes.
[I can't... I can't believe... you faked something...]
"You know that. This Obsidian is the secret of your kind, so you can't manipulate it in any way."
[It is possible to show only what is necessary by the will of the caster...]
I died in the advocacy of the prophet.
"Really? Then tell me where I edited and distorted it."
[......]
The prophet looked like he was regaining his memory. After such a long period of time, he finally said pitifully.
[I... lost...]
I smiled widely.
"Haha! I won the bet."
[What do you want...]
"Before I say that, I'm really curious, honestly, but... where did it go wrong? I trusted your words and saw the blood."
The prophet remained silent for a long time.
[You're strangely gifted beyond time... extraordinary and rare... but not unprecedented in the entire universe... so I'll tell you what I think... if you have a next life.]
"Tell me."
The prophet calmly said.
[What I learned about the Seven Days of the Emperor... was from the Tai Heo Dynasty in the heavens.]]
"Taehavan?"
A familiar name came up.
[Yes... I have been coming down from ancient times... since before the heavens began... and over time... I have come to speak with your Supreme Leader. I had to know about Chilyo.]
I thought about it for a moment and walked away from the prophet.
"The Taehavan are tall, but they're not top leaders. You don't think something's wrong, do you?"
[As he said... the leader of the heavenly realm is the Primitive Emperor... the Primitive Emperor is the Primitive Emperor... and the Primitive Emperor is two steps below the Primitive Emperor... and even the Primitive Emperor... is relatively small enough to represent the heavenly system.]
"Then why did you talk to the Taeherjeon?"
The prophet said bluntly.
[There is no higher ranking presence... than Taehavan. I tried summoning, but there was nothing I could do.]
"What?"
[I had no choice but to convey the contract between Emperor Oze and [former ruler]... and tell you about last night's growth and Awakening of demand... that's what I heard at that time. Can I doubt that?]
"......"
The prophet meant one thing:
"What? Did Taehecheon lie to the prophet about Chilyo? '
Taehecheon is considered to be the lowest of the Three Kingdoms, but he is a top freshman and prestigious leader of weather! It was hard to believe that such an existence lied to the Izoku so easily. I said to the prophet, as I suspected.
"You're a bigamist and a potential foe to the heavens. That's probably why Taehavan lied."
Then the prophet was slightly angry and replied.
Khh... You have no idea the celestial relationship between us... We are absolutely symbiotic.]
"What are you talking about?"
[You think you're just a volunteer tribe following an [old ruler] … but not everyone. Because [Old Dominant] is an arrogant cruel personality, there are many factions in the universe who find their own way... we are one of them.]
"Hmph!"
[Man isn't that good.]
The prophet who said that rolled his tentacle's eyes.
[Do you really think the Celestial System saved the world by the power of the fresh...? We never could... because we warmongers control the extremes... and sometimes shut the door to the tombs... and help Humans... the world is what it is today.]
"......!!"
It's called "bland Cold." Taehazzon should never lie to me, the leader of the tribe.]
In the words of the prophet, I realized that he too had been eaten. The heavenly realms and the heathen peoples worked together to maintain peace on the earth, so they would not have known that the existence of the world around them was a lie.
I asked the prophet.
"Then why did you lie to the Taeherjeon?"
[I don't know... There's clearly... a mythical secret behind it. I will try to find it from today.]
"Hmm. Good luck."
I stared at him at the same time and said,
"But I want to be sure about the calculations before that."
[... Tell me... what do you want to drink?]
"First of all, I want a trick that can do great harm to the Apostle of [Old Master]. This is for giving you the book."
This is the first demand I have right now. The power of Darcy, the Apostle and Demon King of [Old Master], was so great that I was still trying to find a way to fight the running ever since with the blessing of the harbor. The prophet who heard me slowly replied.
[Perhaps you... have already encountered the Apostle... Tell me about your experience encountering him.]
I explained the Demon Lord in detail. Then the prophet nodded and said.
[If you want to deal with it... you must first remove the art of bridge to protect its body... and seal up its enormous magical power.] Only then will the humans come down to fight.]
"Do you have any good drinking skills?"
The prophet thought for a moment and said,
[Then I'll teach you a spell to borrow the power of mimicry...]
"Does that work?"
[I don't know... maybe.]
"......"
I looked at the prophet with the face of disbelief in an uncertain answer, and he said as if to excuse me.
[The old ruler's magic must be erased from the old ruler's... There is no way to deal with an apostle of God so conveniently.]
"I understand."
I received an impersonation spell immediately from the prophet. Then I was able to cast a secret spell that immediately borrowed the power of mimicry. This spell seems humanly available even if you cannot pronounce the Goose.
I said it again because I knew there was still a price to pay.
"You'll have to pay for that bet. You have to listen to one thing I say."
[Ugh... Say it.]
"Give me the rarest and most powerful of all the tricks you know!"
[......]
The prophet's body was greatly twisted. Seeing the tentacles twist around like a desperate, pathetic expression in its own way. I looked at it in wonder because I had never seen such an emotional change in a foreigner. After a while, the prophet said.
How about eternal?]
"There are many kinds of immortality. And I don't need that ability because I'm a former student."
[Damn it... how about a psychokinetic episode?]]
"Why would I need something like that if I'm willing to do something like that?"
[......]
I felt like I knew the trick to defeating the prophets. So I glanced at him strangely and said quietly.
"Think about it. Something only your kind can do... or even a god's will. Since you made a promise with the will anyway, you must pay for this bet."
[Hmm... good. Then take this.]
Swook
Stop it!
After a while, the prophet reached out to me and put it on his forearm. Along with the painful pain, a stamp was engraved on his forearm with his identity.
"What's this?"
[I engraved upon your soul the power to use the tower of zenith.] I paid a wager with this.]
"What are you talking about? What's a spearhead tower?"
The prophet sped up without saying a word, even though he was in a hurry.
[If you can use the Spear Tower that exists on the land of Namman, you can go to other continents as well. Not only that, we can use the weapons for our kind equipped there, but we can also unlock the Giants' Seal. You can easily eliminate the one you call the nasal passage. This is a privilege even for some of us.]
"......?"
When I was puzzled, the prophet seemed angry.
[Now get lost. By the way, now that I've put the information on the seal, you won't be able to gamble the same number in your next life. You swindler...]
Pa!
A few moments later, I was forced to bounce back to the rumble. It seemed that I was forcibly transferred, just as the prophet had expelled the Jegalbi. The prophet seemed to be able to use enormous magic like a heretic who had lived for thousands of years.
"It would explain what a skyscraper is."
I grumbled, but I could feel it in my gut.
The ruins protected by the heathens who encountered the Oriental Integrity of the Celestial Monster when it was commissioned by the Soviets to go to Namhan Land! I remember that it was a skyscraper made of basalt.
'I'm sure I've come up with something big, but I don't know if this is good or what.'
I felt sorry for something, but I calmed down and went back to Dongwon using my flashlight.
'It has not been a day since I was conscious. Miho must still be here.'
When I arrived at the boil, it was Dongyoung's heavenly palace. As I examined the surrounding pilgrimage, it appeared as before, wary of intruders. I laughed and said it because I knew it was Miho's appetite.
"Miho! You must have heard the spirit from heaven."
Wooooo
After a while, Miho appeared before me, biting his appetites. Miho was looking at me with a look of caution that had never been seen before. Miho, who was transformed into the beauty of the spicy oil, spoke in a thoughtful voice.
"Who are you?"
"Haven't you thought about going back to heaven since Queen Mother forgave you?"
When I asked him nicely, Miho said, somewhat vigilantly.
"Are you the one Seo Wang Mo was talking about?"
"I don't know what Queen Dowager said, but the banishment order against you has been released."
"......"
After a while, Miho said I had to be flawed and surprised.
"Get out of here."
"Excuse me?"
Miho was not making the kind face he had shown me so far. You look like a living fox looking like you've invaded his nest to become one.
"Seo Wong Mo has ordered me to retrieve the Moon Yao ( 26332;) to the heavenly realm. I don't have time to play with humans like you!"