On the Dusty Platform.
An airplane slowly landed.
The Prophet was the first to walk out, brushing his coat off.
With his hands behind his back, he looked at the familiar divisions of the Dusty Platform, unable to help but exclaim: "From here, all other mountains seem small."
The location of the Dusty Platform was at the peak of Wayland.
Of course, it was slightly inferior compared to Demarco Mount.
Comparable to Boulevard.
Behind him, Trent Marsh was pushed down from the airplane.
A Martial Monk followed behind Trent Marsh to prevent any accidents.
These Martial Monks had no independent thoughts; they were the Prophet’s puppets.
But their combat abilities were extrely formidable.
"Familiar, isn’t it? This is the ruins of the forr Nine Spirits Temple! Beneath it lies the dark path from the Six Cycles of Reincarnation within the Underworld Hall!"
The Prophet pointed to the ground beneath him, a trace of anger in his eyes: "Back then, you and Silvio Reed created the Underworld! After using us up, you looked to kill the donkey once the grinding was done!"
"You people are truly wicked to the core. When you were slaying us, did you consider how many roads we ’ghosts’ paved for your rule!"
"And when you made your move, you showed no rcy! Those so-called gods, under your guidance, nearly wiped out the Underworld!"
The Prophet approached Trent Marsh, grabbed his collar, and roared: "Have you ever thought about it! Humans, they’re the most repulsive!"
"Heh." Trent Marsh showed contempt, wiping his face with his right hand, saying derisively: "I created you, you’re just tools. Dog, what right do you have to negotiate with ? I created you, and I can destroy you! Do you really have no awareness?"
"Spit!" The Prophet spat on his face, and surprisingly, his pale eyeballs exhibited fine blood vessels.
He was truly enraged.
Originally, no matter the situation, nothing could anger him.
But in this matter, the Prophet held an intense grudge.
Trent Marsh was once their master, who created them and destroyed them.
Initially, these so-called ’ghosts’ held awe towards Trent Marsh.
But when Trent Marsh brandished the knife, leading the gods created by him and Silvio Reed to slaughter the Underworld.
These ’ghosts’ felt panic and helplessness.
In the end, they chose to resist.
To preserve their lineage, the Prophet feigned death and left the Underworld, supported fully by the Underworld’s efforts, transford into a Divine King within the God Realm.
Subsequently, leveraging human selfishness, the Underworld successfully infiltrated the God Domain.
The Prophet entered the God Realm, which was originally a prison crafted by Trent Marsh to confine the Underworld, and ultimately returned to the Mortal World through unique thods.
With the power of the Underworld, Dragon Dance barged into the God Realm and trapped Trent Marsh, while Silvio Reed and Hill Leocadia vanished during this gap.
They killed to construct temples, promulgating the idea of ’gods’.
Through enslaving humans into Divine Servants, they completed the domination of the Nine Provinces of this world.
Just as they were on the brink of success, a fellow nad Julius Reed suddenly appeared.
Swept across the Nine Provinces.
Eradicated those ordained by heaven, crowned as emperors.
In the Nine Provinces, aside from the three massive temples, each of the remaining six provinces had a Divine Servant ruler, known as the Six Emperors.
But Julius Reed’s ergence directly shattered this structure.
One after another, each province was breached.
With no other recourse, the Prophet summoned the divine beast, yet failed to improve the situation.
Seeking a perfect strategy, the Prophet feigned death before everyone’s eyes.
Observing the changes quietly.
Once Julius Reed was defeated, he would re-erge given a suitable opportunity, with a multitude of reasons at his disposal.
But the results turned out as he predicted, the temple was defeated.
Julius Reed miraculously triumphed over this world.
The Prophet, enduring for thousands of years, finally awaited this mont.
As long as Trent Marsh unlocked the God Domain’s seal, the things inside the Underworld Hall would erge.
By then, the world would be theirs.
The temple would beco the true temple!
The place where the Underworld creatures are imprisoned now is exactly where Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed created them!
The things inside, resembling assembly lines, were the tools once used to manufacture and refine the Underworld creatures.
The place of their birth beca the place of their end.
"Trent Marsh, imdiately lift the seal and let them out!" The Prophet pointed to a door, one appearing drawn on stone.
"I’m not negotiating with you now, although I know it’s hard to kill you. But if I want to make you wish you were dead, I can achieve that."
He stretched his fingers, gradually clenched them into a fist, and punched Trent Marsh in the stomach!
Trent Marsh groaned, already injured, extrely weak.
Now being struck again, his face turned even paler.
Yet in his eyes, there always remained contempt.
No anger, no fear, nor despair.
That contempt was unmixed with any other emotions.
"What is that gaze! Trent Marsh, I’m warning you, recognize your current predicant." The Prophet felt enraged, he was provoked.
Initially thinking that capturing Trent Marsh would allow him to turn the tides.
Unexpectedly, Trent Marsh was subdued, yet he continued to express contempt.
"Dog servant." Trent Marsh said with a chuckle, his voice faint but clearly heard by him.
"You..." The Prophet, in fury, clenching his fist, punched him in the face!
Bang!
The imnse force sent Trent Marsh sprawling on the ground.
Blood filled his mouth.
"Trent Marsh, don’t provoke !" The Prophet squatted down, grabbed Trent Marsh’s collar, and lifted him up fiercely!
Their faces no more than five centiters apart.
"I’ll ask you one last ti, are you willing to lift the seal or not! If you’re not, I’ll make you willing! Rember, you only have this one chance!"
The Prophet bellowed in rage!
His eyes filled with anger and excitent!
"Spit." Trent Marsh laughed and spat bloody saliva onto his face. "You’re just my dog, this will never change."
The air suddenly went silent.
"Haha, and not even a loyal dog at that." Trent Marsh burst into laughter, pupils disappearing from his eyes instantly.
Replacing them were two small trigrams appearing in his eyes.
"I can create you and destroy you just the sa."
As soon as he finished speaking, two black streams shot from his eyes!
In an instant.
They enveloped the Prophet!
"Dog, I’m Trent Marsh, and who are you?" Trent Marsh let out a hearty laugh, sighed helplessly: "What a pity, if it weren’t for Wu Da betraying , I could have killed you today. But now, only heavily injure you."
The bitter smile on his face was filled with the loneliness of a hero.
Even the grandest hero must face his fall.
The black smoke slowly dissipated.
The Prophet’s head suddenly fell to the ground.
Just like that painting in Julius Reed’s office back then.
The rolling head gradually vanished.
In the end, only a skull remained.
The Prophet’s body approached the Martial Monk, directly tore off the Monk’s scalp, and affixed it onto his own head. "Trent Marsh, you’re stronger than I thought. But, you’ve also succeeded in angering ."
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