NOVEL NEXT Chapter 181 - 181 Prophet (1)
181 Prophet (1)
Prophets generally referred to all existences that could establish a connection with the Holy Spirits and use Their powers to a limited extent. In the era when personalization and worship of the Seven Holy Spirits were still popular, the Holy Spirits Church relied on the power of those prophets to ensure de facto rule over the Vic Continent and was the true overlord back then.
In an anxious bid for quick success, the Holy Spirits Church’s brass hoped to resonate with the Authority holder of the Seven Holy Spirits through ceremonial magic. Things ultimately didn’t go as planned which resulted in the Seven Calamities, causing misery and suffering. The Church’s influence subsequently fell to rock bottom, and the concept of prophets was abolished and swept into the trash can of history.
However, after Terra Riel brought the faith of the Eighth Holy Spirit, this object of worship that was of a mortal ascending the Holy Spirit throne made the prophets who had disappeared for more than 200 years reappear. The prohibition of personality worship among the Seven Holy Spirits was still in effect today. Therefore, if one were to talk about prophets now, they were referring to the prophets of the Eighth Holy Spirit.
As holders of another type of extraordinary power, unless the manifestation of the prophets’ strength was reincarnation—the highest form—they were never able to use it to act on their will. It was better to say that the prophets were more like marionettes controlled by the Holy Spirits. They were only the higher existences’ messengers, power carriers, or something else.
Even if power was summoned through prayer, what they were ultimately used for wasn’t something the prophet could control.
Diana stopped praying. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She said apologetically, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I didn’t know things would turn out like this…”
As she spoke, her right hand subconsciously grabbed the Eighth Holy Spirit holy emblem that emitted a bronze luster on her chest. Compared to before, this holy emblem was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
Although the mage protecting her didn’t turn his head, he still comforted her softly, “No, this isn’t your fault. No one expected a warship with the empire’s flag to appear and suddenly attack us.”
Diana didn’t say anything when she heard that. She only silently lowered her head and gripped the holy emblem in her hand even tighter.
“Moreover, now isn’t the time to talk about this. What are your choices?” the mage looked at the three sailors and raised his tone.
Perhaps to emphasize his words, the nexus in his hand flickered slightly with silver light, and a few visible wind blades circled him.
Due to the mysterious figure who attacked them suddenly upon appearing from the mist, the entire bow of the warship was blasted to pieces. The crew on the deck strangely held their chests and collapsed in batches, dying.
Seawater constantly poured in from the damaged parts of the hull. The welding lines that were originally riveted with Morph spells automatically snapped despite being claimed to be indestructible. Now, the wreckage of the warship was slowly but firmly sinking.
The last usable escape raft hung on the guardrail behind them. It only needed to be untied to be released into the sea. The passageway to the water storage room was behind the three sailors. The Storm mage, who had escaped death by maintaining the warship’s power system, the Wind Furnace, insisted that the other party bring out a few buckets of freshwater before he was willing to untie the rope.
The three people looked at the wind blades circling the other party and revealed hesitant expressions.
The space on the floating raft was very small, and it couldn’t carry much weight. It definitely couldn’t withstand the weight of five people and enough fresh water. As sailors who were out at sea all year round, they naturally knew the importance of fresh water—food could be resolved through fishing, but there was nothing they could do about fresh water.
The reason why they still wanted to argue with the other party over this was that they hoped that this mage would abandon the burden beside him on this sinking ship.
The raft was only enough to let four or fewer people reach Ava State alive. This girl was from the Church and was an outsider to them.
However, this mage was bent on protecting the so-called Holy Maiden of the Church. It was unknown what was wrong with him.
The leader held his sword and took two tentative steps forward. The tip of his sword was pointed at the mage.
However, before he could do anything else, the whistling wind blade instantly brushed past his ear, leaving a shallow scratch on the toppled mast behind him.
Oh no…
The moment he saw the scratch, the mage cursed inwardly.
As a magic chanter in charge of maintaining the warship, Wind Furnace, he had already expended a large amount of magic power to summon the wind when the huge empire’s warship attacked. From the looks of it, the wind blades he could create at this moment might only leave a few flesh wounds on a person.
He originally wanted to use this to warn the other party not to act rashly, but when the three of them saw the power of the wind blade, they looked at each other and charged at him as if they had received a signal.
“Close your eyes…”
He only had time to say this to Diana behind him before immediately controlling the surrounding wind blades to attack the trio opposite him.