Chapter 463 The Prophet is the Most Dependent on Fate
An unknown place in the dragon tomb.
A staggering voice appeared in front of the head of the cult; it was an old man.
Although he was wrapped in a black robe with his face not showing, the aura he exuded made people feel that he was an elder and a wise man full of wisdom.
"Long time no see." The old man greeted the leader of the sect, then looked past the leader and at the group of people behind him.
Those people were wrapped in cloaks, but they could not block the old man's sight. Through the cloaks, he could see that those dragon descendants with obvious dragon features had a big hole in their brains, and a mass of flesh and blood that seemed alive was going in and out of the hole.
"[Prophet], is that you?"
The leader frowned, and with just this one action, his face was like melted wax, all his facial features were squeezed together, and then the entire skin on his face fell off.
Although the leader of the cult saved his life by devouring other dragonborn, he only saved one life.
However, the leader seemed to be used to it. He reached out and grabbed a dragonborn beside him. With his five fingers, he tore off the dragonborn's face and pressed it against his own face.
As the flesh and blood on his face churned, the leader's face finally returned to its original appearance, but at the same time, rotten flesh with a strange smell began to fall from his body.
"It looks like you've run into some minor trouble."
The old man who was called the prophet took out something and threw it directly to the head of the cult, "Maybe this thing can make you feel better."
No one knew what that thing was, but the leader could sense its importance to him. He took it subconsciously, and then before he could come to his senses, his body absorbed the thing first.
Then, the head of the cult knew what that thing was.
"Dragon's flesh and blood? How do you have it?!"
"I got some by chance and have been using some means to keep it alive. How about this gift? Are you satisfied with it?"
Although the prophet did not directly answer the question of the head of the sect, his words also revealed something.
"What do you want?" Without much communication, the leader of the sect directly asked the other party what he wanted.
He didn't believe that the prophet appeared just to help him. If it were in the past, he would be happy to engage in verbal and mental confrontation with the prophet, but now that he was in the [Dragon Tomb], the leader of the cult had more important things to deal with.
"Help me finish this thing." The prophet threw something over again, but this time the leader was very cautious and let the dragonborn under his control step forward, carefully checking it before turning it over.
After just a few glances, the head of the cult suddenly changed his expression and looked up at the prophet, "What do you mean?"
What the prophet threw over was a piece of practical information on how to allow the Dragonborn to transform themselves into dragons.
"I don't mean anything. I just happened to think that you seem to have always wanted to become a dragon, so I gave it to you." The prophet said indifferently, as if this thing was just a math homework he had just done last night and casually lent it to a classmate [to study]. "If you don't need it, you can just throw it away. Anyway, there will always be someone who will follow the things on it."
After saying this, the prophet turned around and left without stopping, as if he was not worried that the leader of the sect would attack him.
Behind him, the leader of the cult had a gloomy expression and his facial skin seemed to be peeling off again, but he just stood there without any intention of taking any action.
The prophet walked very slowly, whether it was to lure the leader of the cult to attack or because he himself had difficulty walking, but he walked for a long time before he arrived not far from the meeting place of the leader of the cult.
There, Darwin and Dio had been waiting for a long time.
"Your Excellency the Prophet."
After seeing the prophet, both of them bowed slightly. The prophet had an extraordinary status in the organization, and every member of the organization had received help from the prophet to varying degrees.
What they didn't understand was why the prophet, who rarely went out, would come to the Kingdom of Bezeko.
"This body is just the embodiment of power."
As if he understood Darwin's question, the prophet said calmly, "Darwin, I need to do something. I'll borrow your body."
Darwin did not refuse, and the prophet then turned into a ball of light and merged into Darwin's body. At the same time, Darwin was still conscious and could feel the state of his body.
Apart from being unable to control my body and feeling like I was observing something from a third-person perspective through a screen, I didn't feel any discomfort.
Darwin could also feel that after the prophet entered his body and fought with Mo Cheng, the body cells that had been activated due to the out-of-control of his ability [Evolution] were gradually becoming dormant and returning to their original state.
"Dio."
The prophet looked up at the sky in the Dragon Tomb, as if he could see the future path from this gray sky. "I remember that your Dark Night Nobles only needs one blood relative to complete the ritual. Are you interested in completing it?"
"Your Excellency the Prophet, what you mean is..."
"The work for the prologue has been prepared and the [Poem of Fate] is about to begin. How about letting you end the Joestar bloodline?"
Looking up at the sky, through the sky without any moonlight or stars, the prophet actually began to observe [destiny] with his eyes.
The threads of fate continue to intertwine, forming a huge network that covers everything.
The web of fate, once you understand its threads, you can control everything in the world.
The original prophet always thought so until one day, when he was observing [Destiny], he discovered something.
The web of fate, a piece was torn off from somewhere without knowing where it started.
As time went by, more and more parts of the network of destiny fell into the fog of chaos and could no longer be observed or determined.
What happened? The prophet did not know.
But as a prophet who is well versed in [Fate], at the critical moment when the [Poem of Destiny] is about to begin, he must ensure that everything goes as planned.
The last [bloodline] will surely end, and the dragons will eventually disappear from the world. There will no longer be [dragons] in the world, and the only one who will walk out of the [Dragon Tomb] will be the [ King of Dragonborn].
He wants to put everything back on track.
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On the other side, Mo Cheng, who had just knocked down Tedoli and obtained a ray of golden light as a trophy, was now being questioned by the female swordsman who was the courier.
"Have you ever seen a dragon?"
The female swordsman gestured with her hands and said, "It's probably a little taller than you, and its body color is silver-white. It could be a silver dragon, a white dragon, or some other kind of dragon. It doesn't have wings, so we can't be sure if it's a giant dragon. It could also be a dragonborn."
