The liquid in the pot was like slime. It was very viscous, and a wisp of green smoke rose vertically. It was constantly changing colors, and it was very strange.
Helig sat in front of the pot, sweating profusely. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was half open.
"You … What you said, is it true?"
He looked at the old man with an astonished expression.
Hailig, like the other hunters, believed that the pit was too deep and too close to hell. Therefore, the deepest part of the pit might be connected to the real hell.
Most of the residents of Caldera believed this saying, which explained why the demons of hell could not be killed. But what he heard today made Helig's belief completely collapse.
He was the same as the others. They were the guardians of the modern world from being invaded by the demons of hell, doing things that made people proud.
But in the end, he learned from the old man that all of this was a mistake made by their ancestors. Moreover, their ancestors weren't the pioneers or guardians of the world. They were just the servants of some demon king. This difference was hard for Hailig to accept.
"Why … Why are you telling me this?"
Helig asked helplessly.
But Luo Xianzhi looked at him coldly, and there was no pity in her eyes.
"This is a secret that only a few elders and patriarchs know, but there is no need to hide it now."
She slowly closed her eyes. She held a handful of dried grass in her hand and threw it into the big pot. Immediately, a gurgling sound came from the pot, and the pot reacted violently.
Helig seemed to understand that the Hybrid Demon army was different this time. Caldera would either completely destroy the Hybrid Demons, or be destroyed by them. This was the result of this war. No matter what, there was no need to keep this a secret. But there was still one thing he did not understand.
"Then why me?"
He was not special, and he was very normal among the hunters. He was just an ordinary person.
The Prophet turned around and looked at him. Suddenly, the thick and disgusting liquid in the pot turned green, and it turned into the color of the clean sky.
"You are the first person to notice the abnormality, and the only person to ring the Dawn Bell. According to the prophecy of our ancestors, you will bring us hope."
"Prophecy?"
"Yes, do you believe in the prophecy?"
As the old man spoke, he placed his hand on the pot and spun it around.
"To be honest, I don't really believe it. Sorry."
Hellig told the truth.
He originally thought that the other party would be angry, but in the end, the other party only smiled and said, "Indeed, this kind of thing is very difficult to explain clearly. Most of the time, it's just some ambiguous words used to deceive some stupid people."
After saying that, Koro blew out a breath of air, and the flame went out quietly. Maybe it was an illusion or some kind of magic, but Hailig saw some strange scenes in the mirror-like pot. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, and those scenes disappeared again.
He didn't know when, but Luo Xianzhi suddenly changed into a strange set of clothes. It was a coat made of some kind of feather. He wore a flat and long hat and held a strange bottle in his left hand.
Hailig had a bad feeling about this. He swallowed his saliva. Like most people, he was both fearful and curious about witchcraft. He didn't know what the prophet was going to do. At this moment, he felt a trace of fear.
"Every life can only live in the present, not yesterday or tomorrow. The present is a bookmark between the past and the future. As lives, we can look for fragments of the past in our minds, but we can't look at the pages of the future. All of this is because we are lives. However, there is a way to help us see the pages of the future. This is my job. "
The prophet spoke some illogical words, and Hailig was restless. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Suddenly, the old man began to dance strangely. The old man's dance was definitely not pleasing to the eyes. In this thatched hut, there was not enough light, so the dance was eerie and terrifying.
"Speak, the ancestors are listening."
"What should I say?"
"Everything, about the hybrid demons, about yourself, anything that can help us defeat the hybrid demons, you can tell us."
The prophet's dance didn't stop. Unknowingly, the entire hut was filled with green smoke, and the prophet's figure appeared and disappeared.
"I …"
In his nervousness, Hailig didn't know what to say. No one had told him about this in advance, or else he would have thought of his lines in prison.
"Time is of the essence. Speak quickly."
The urging broke Hailig's calmness, and his breathing became rapid.
Information that could be useful in this war?
He gritted his teeth and suddenly closed his eyes.
"I met a human."
"Oh, I saw her. A white-haired woman …"
The prophet's words shocked Hailig, but he didn't open his eyes. He had already made up his mind. Compared to an individual, the survival of a race was the most important thing.
"She was very special. I thought she was a new hybrid demon, so I followed her for a while until I met her."
"…"
The prophet fell silent.
"However, I found that she had many secrets. She came here with her eyes closed, and she went straight to the bottom of the abyss."
"That human, what was her name?"
"Reina."
Ding!
A crisp sound came from the mist. Hailig raised his head and opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything.
"Continue."
The prophet's voice came again, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that her voice was softer, and she sounded a little tired.
"I stayed with her for a while. I wanted her to leave, but I didn't expect her to insist on going to the Twisted Heart. It was as if she was possessed. Or, it was as if she was under an evil spell. I couldn't stop her …"
"Hmm …"
The prophet's voice was getting more and more tired. Hailig thought that she was tired, so he made a long story short and mustered up his courage.
He straightened his body, looked forward, and said, "The reason I guessed that the hybrid demons would form an army was because I heard from a hybrid demon that it found that human …"
"…"
The prophet's voice was very soft. Hailig was very uneasy. He thought that the prophet would be surprised to hear this, but her reaction was so calm.
Suddenly, he heard a bang. It sounded like the prophet had fallen. Hailig quickly stood up.
"Lord Prophet, are you okay?"
He asked loudly, but there was no response from the mist.
Just as he stood up and took a few steps forward, he suddenly kicked something. He looked down and saw the prophet lying on the ground.
In an instant, Hailig held his breath, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
What happened?
"Lord Prophet! Are you okay … "
His voice stopped abruptly. Just as he squatted down and was about to help the old woman up, he suddenly found that the prophet's face had become empty. Her scales were no longer smiling, and only the red flesh was left on her skin like bacon. Her eyes had collapsed into two big black holes.
She was dead!
Before Hailig could react, the wooden door suddenly opened. A gust of wind blew away all the smoke in the house, and everything was clear.
Hailig slowly turned his head. He saw in despair that the elders were standing behind the door at this time …
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