I played the world alone

Chapter 283 Unexplainable Existence

But if you take a closer look, you can see that no one was moving, and the voice came from behind them——

There are more than a dozen wizards here, including those two veteran powerhouses, who didn't even notice that there was an extra person in the room at some point!

It wasn't until the applause sounded that they realized that there was actually a person sitting behind them!

Thinking back carefully, it seems that this person has been here since they entered this room just now, even their eyes clearly saw it, but they subconsciously ignored the past.

It was like seeing a potted plant or a painting, without any warning.

"What kind of method is this?!"

At this moment, they all felt extreme horror in their hearts, and their hairs were about to stand on end.

If the other party wants to kill someone, the victim doesn't even know how he died the moment he died!

Sweet stared at him closely.

The image of an oriental middle-aged man, with a very ordinary appearance, belongs to the type that will not give a second glance when thrown into the crowd.

But the other party can be surrounded by a group of wizards, so indifferently still with Erlang's legs crossed, while applauding with ease.

Looking at it without knowing it, I thought he was a professional passerby who came to watch the speech.

The two veteran wizards reacted immediately.

"cage!"

The wizard Virgil immediately took out his wand, and proficiently recited a spell in Chinese.

In the next second, a black electric light flashed, and with a piercing sound, it split into several pieces and pierced the ground, forming a pitch-black cage to trap the person in it.

Another witch is also holding a wand, ready to strike at any time.

But this person was still unhurried, and instead clapped his hands: "It's great. But didn't you invite me here? Why are you making such a big fuss?"

Sweet asked several young wizards next to him to get out of the way first, walked to the front by himself, and took a careful look at him.

"Are you... a prophet?"

"Yes."

The man stood up: "I heard that you seem to want to see me very much, so you came here, but I didn't expect that you don't seem to welcome me..."

"I'm very sorry, but this is a necessary preparation for our safety."

Sweet bowed slightly as a gentleman's salute.

His Chinese has become more proficient than before, and he hardly sounds like a foreigner's accent.

"We met for the first time. I'm Sweet, and I'm also the leader of this wizard delegation."

"I know, Xu Xun has already introduced this information to me."

The prophet looked up at the cage beside him, and suddenly walked over.

"Wait! This magic is very dangerous," Sweet stopped it immediately, "Once accidentally touched, the skin may be polluted and the body may fester..."

There is one more thing he didn't say.

This is a special magic used by wizards to imprison criminal wizards or traitors who have violated the law.

No matter how powerful a wizard is, once he is locked inside, he will have to peel off his skin if he wants to get out!

Even for some unlucky ones, it is not impossible to be directly forced to amputate or even die.

But at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the other party in disbelief.

I saw that the Prophet touched him before he could finish his words, and then walked out as if he didn't have any perception.

"how is this possible?!"

He froze.

There was no trace of contamination on the opponent's skin, and the imaginary skin ulceration or exposure of flesh and blood did not appear at all.

It's like walking through a door that doesn't exist.

The others were also stunned and speechless.

They also understand the power of this magic to some extent, but this is the first time they have seen this situation.

Especially the caster Vergil himself couldn't help but start to doubt himself, whether there was some mistake in the casting of the spell that made the spell useless, and he even wanted to try it himself for a while.

Fortunately, he reacted when his hand was about to touch it, stopped and took a tissue, and threw it towards the cage.

The moment the paper towel touched the black edge, from the point of contact, it instantly turned into a scorched black color, and then spread towards the entire paper.

In the blink of an eye, the entire piece of paper was turned into fly ash!
"Is it still useful?!"

"Then how did this person come out?!"

He couldn't understand it at all, and looked at the prophet with a shocked look like a monster.

The prophet seemed to have done a trivial thing.

"You should know that this kind of magic is of no use to me."

The Prophet smiled and walked up to Sweet.

"Speak, say what you want to know. If the conditions are right, I may be able to tell you the answer."

"You know everything?" Sweet let the vigilant Vergil get out of the way first, and boldly stared at the other party in front of him.

"Of course not. But because of my prophetic ability, I do know something that you don't."

"For example..."

"The source of your wizards."

Sweet's face suddenly became serious: "Wait a moment!"

Then he glanced at Delia: "You're lucky today, you all go out first, and it's fine to leave Mr. Prophet and me here."

Delia breathed a sigh of relief quietly, fearing that he would regret it and walked out quickly, followed by other wizards.

Soon, there were only two people left in the room.

"Do you know the origin of wizards?" Sweet asked seriously.

The Prophet nodded, but still raised a finger in front of his mouth: "Of course, but you know, some secrets cannot be revealed. Once revealed, they may be discovered by some unexplainable existence."

Although he couldn't speak clearly, Sweet was not an idiot, he vaguely understood something, took a breath and nodded solemnly.

In my heart, I started to diverge my thoughts uncontrollably.

Could it be that the origin of wizards is indeed related to some terrible gods?
If human beings are water, then wizards are the water that the gods have personally drank, and it is contaminated with the breath of gods, which is why they have such extraordinary powers that cannot be explained by science.

This is also the source of mystery given to wizards by some religions in the empire on which the sun never sets.

The only difference is that the god who drinks water has been replaced by the one they believe in. Whoever has the loudest voice and the more detailed the setting, the more people will believe it. More detailed and mythical settings...

Belonging is a mess.

"And now the wizards on Earth are all mixed races of humans and wizards. The real pure-blood wizards are in another dimension, and they will not appear in this world unless necessary..."

Sweet had already had some understanding of these, but it was the first time for such a detailed content, so he listened carefully.

Finally, he asked a crucial question: "So... what about the supernatural beings?"

(End of this chapter)