the last king of darkness

Chapter 585 Prophecy of the Source
If we say that the observatory and the superstar room are the eyes of the White Tower.

Then, the Hall of Prophecy is the heart of the White Tower.

This is the space closest to destiny, and the entire hall is made up of stones of destiny.

As long as you are in it, people with a little talent for prophecy can see the strings of fate and play the symphony of fate.

The prophecy of the source, which is related to the fate of the entire kingdom, is naturally carried out in this hall.

The body of Yano Sadag, the ancient god of destiny, was placed on the altar in the center of the hall.

A total of 19 yuan, including most of the torso of the ancient god of destiny, half of the head, half of the hand and a leg.

The ancient god of destiny dismembered himself piece by piece in his tower, on the altar of his destiny, and used the power of god to make his own corpse into materials.

This is the top fate material.

There is no material that can stand alongside it, and it is the last remaining part of this world.

Everything else has been used.

The ceremony of the Prophecy of the Source, including the preparation time before the ceremony, has already taken half a year.

Trorian has worked hard for its success.

In order to fulfill this prophecy, the White Tower used all its power.

Meredith, the lord of the White Tower, put aside all affairs and presided over it himself.

Now, it's finally going to be finished.

The purple streamer covered the dome, changing colorful bubbles loomed in the air, and the power of the long river of fate ran through the entire hall.

All the prophets, spire observers, and astrologers all retreated outside the hall.

Including the Great Prophet Iyeta.

In the entire hall, only the Lord of the White Tower, Meredith, was left.

Dressed in thousands of splendors and carrying an invisible string, he walked step by step towards the center of the hall.

Everyone looked at him nervously, and many people knelt down and prayed devoutly.

The prophecy of the source has reached the final step, and the aura of the prophecy is gathering in the center of the hall.

The substantive radiance indicated that the scale of this prophecy was unprecedented.

It even surpassed the limits of most people's imagination.

Yes.

At first, no one could have imagined that the prophecy of the source could achieve this level.

Its beginning was nothing more than an accident.

During a routine prophecy, Meredith suddenly triggered his intuition and saw the shadow of the future.

The fleeting picture shocked him, and in order to pursue its truth, Meredith resolutely activated the prophecy of the source.

Initially, they used the fragments in the Book of Fate as the core material for the prophecy, but the prophecy quickly failed.

After many studies, Meredith concluded that the future he predicted was too huge, involved too many causes and effects, and the strength of the fate material was far from enough, which led to the failure of the prediction.

It is also because of this that Wangcheng had a trip to Sagus City.

The ancient evil thoughts mixed in and tried their best to stop them, which also proved the importance of this prophecy from the side.

When the expedition team brought back the only remaining materials of fate, the prophecy, which surpassed all others, could finally begin.

The remains of the God of Destiny withstood the backlash of the great prophecy and met the terrifying needs of the ritual operation.

After more than a month of hard work by the White Tower, they finally reached the final step.

The ritual's demand for the power of fate has also reached an unimaginable height.

Everyone was staring at the center of the hall, hoping that the destiny material could withstand the final pressure and complete the prophecy.

Every time Meredith took a step closer, the aura of fate flickered, the brilliance on his body dimmed a little, and the material of fate disappeared a little.

Everyone's heart beats accordingly.

Some prophets could not bear such strong pressure and fainted.

But no one paid any attention, or even glanced at them.

Even the always calm Great Prophet Iyeta was covered in cold sweat, staring at his teacher without daring to blink.

"It must be successful."

He silently said in his heart.

"If it fails, there will be no such powerful material anymore, and such a prophecy of the source will never appear again."

Such an unprecedented power of fate shocked his nerves. Iyeta watched the teacher walk towards the altar in the center, and the aura of fate gradually fell from the altar, slowly gathering into a circle.

Now, there is only one gap left in the circle.

"Hurry up, teacher!"

Iyeta urged anxiously in her heart.

"It's just the last step."

Everyone's heart raised their throats.

The pressure in the hall was staggering, and Meredith was slow to take this step.

"What are you waiting for, teacher?"

Iyeta's eyeballs almost popped out, and her palms were full of water.

Suddenly, he found a shadow in the altar.

"What is this? Why is there a corrupt power here?"

At this moment, Iyeta only felt her heart fall into the ice cave.

However, the next moment, a warm fire light illuminated everyone.

A burning figure fell among them.

It was a human figure made of golden flames, which Iyeta recognized immediately.

Incarnation of the king!

Its arrival is equivalent to the arrival of the king.

"king?"

Iyeta exclaimed.

"Why are you here?"

Wang smiled lightly: "How can I not come to such an important ceremony as Yuanzhi prophesied?"

The golden flame illuminated the entire prophecy hall, and the blackness disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, the rat in the gutter, still thinking about the prophecy of the source of interference?"

Iyeta was stunned: "What is that?"

"The corrupting power of ancient evil thoughts, they once conspired to subvert the Starry Kingdom, and now they want to do the same trick again."

"What?" Iyeta was in a bad mood, and he didn't know about it yet.

Wang briefly recounted the information that Rhodes told them, explaining that there are three powerful ancient evil thoughts named Ake, Ahe, and Alan. They are likely to be hiding in the king's city, waiting for an opportunity to overthrow Trorian.

"pity."

Wang sighed.

"Didn't grab his tail, otherwise Rhodes could destroy it."

Iyeta was shocked again: "Is the ancient evil thoughts immortal?"

Wang laughed and said, "So what about immortality? Haven't you heard of the black rice bucket? Rhodes can eat anything, and the ancient evil thoughts are no exception."

Iyeta felt that he had been severely shocked, and couldn't speak anymore, so she had to turn her gaze back to the hall.

The same is true for most people, even the arrival of the king cannot make them look away.

At this moment, Meredith finally moved.

He took the last step, and the circle of destiny was completed.

The prophecy came true!
Cheers immediately flooded the entire White Tower.

Everyone was howling crazily, hugging, undressing, and running wildly to vent their excitement.

But the restlessness off the field didn't affect Meredith.

He calmly raised his hand and lightly touched the circle of fate.

In that instant, the infinite force of destiny enveloped him, and the world in front of his eyes was turned upside down, filled with brilliance, and in an instant, he came to another dimension.

The long river of fate flows under him, and the boundless time flows around him.

Meredith knew that the prophecy of the source had been successful, and he would see the future.

"bring it on."

"Let me see what awaits us."

Meredith looked over.

The power of fate follows his gaze into the infinite distance. Fate is the most elusive force, but at this moment it is as soft as his pet.

The colorful strings of fate broke through the fog of time, and a corner of the future came into Meredith's eyes.

It was endless darkness, and the tumbling black clouds stretched into the depths of the universe.

Huge chaotic, shapeless clumps flipped in the boundless space, and invisible noises filled the space.

The black sea rose from the void, and a terrifying giant beast poked out a corner from the sea.

Fear, despair, silence, destruction.

"No!"

"No no no! No!"

"What is this? What do I see?"

"My God, disaster, unspeakable disaster, death, inevitable death."

Meredith's whole body was trembling. The former Lord of the White Tower had no image at the moment, and he just wanted to stretch his neck to see clearly.

"Great horror!"

"The great terror is coming!"

"Unprecedented disaster, desperate and unsolvable fate, black mist, black mist will swallow everything!"

"No, it's impossible, there must be a solution! Human beings will not perish! Civilization will definitely be passed on, and the torch will never be cut off!"

"Fate, fate, let me look at life, human beings must have the means to survive."

Meredith walked forward trembling, but the future was getting further and further away from him.

The fog of time is closing, and the colorful strings of fate are dimmed.

"The power of fate is not enough!"

Meredith suddenly discovered that the remnant of the ancient god of destiny was becoming transparent, as if to be erased from this world.

"No, no, no, no!"

Meredith reached out in vain, trying to grab something.

But time and fate flowed from his hands like sand.

The power of the prophecy of the source is not enough to accomplish this goal.

"How to do?"

Meredith's heart tightened. This prophecy was unprecedented. Without the remnants of the ancient god of fate, he could no longer make such a prophecy.

This is the last chance.

However, the long river of time is speeding up from him.

The prophecy is coming to an end.

However, at this moment, Meredith suddenly fell silent.

He suddenly thought of his teacher.

Many years ago, he also faced the same situation of insufficient prophecy power in his prophecy to the king.

In the end, he burned himself up and used his soul to complete the miraculous prophecy of the source, leaving behind that famous sentence.

"The next king of Trorian will lead the surviving humans in the Dark Era to restore their former glory."

Meredith woke up suddenly, he knew what to do.

In the prophecy hall.

Everyone suddenly noticed that a pale flame suddenly burned on Meredith's body.

The blazing fire engulfed him in the blink of an eye, and a more powerful force of fate blew up like a storm.

The river of fate emerged from the void and flooded the entire hall.

Meredith's soul soared into the sky, and an infinite aura shone from his forehead.

Everyone was stunned by this abnormal change, but no one knew what happened. The era of the previous Lord of the White Tower was too far away, and the prophecy of the source was too secretive at that time. No one experienced the scene at that time. And very few people know the full truth.

Except Iyeta.

He could tell at a glance that his teacher was heading towards the same ending as his teacher's teacher.

"teacher!"

Iyeta yelled, tears streaming down her face at some point.

Wang also knew what had happened, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.

The aura of fate flooded the entire prophecy hall, and Meredith's soul was rapidly dissipating. His influence on the present world was rapidly weakening, but his ability to observe the future was rapidly increasing.

Finally, he saw a glimmer of life from the endless destruction and dark fate.

"Ancient God!"

"The only hope is hidden in the ancient gods!"

"Look for the ancient gods and find a chance to destroy the doomsday!"

Terrible pain swept Meredith's body, and the feeling of burning and splitting penetrated his will. His soul was suffering the backlash from fate, which was the most secret knowledge in the world.

"No, it's too vague, I need to know more!"

Meredith struggled to move forward, his soul tearing apart.

"I want to know the origin of the black mist!"

"I want to know how to eliminate the black mist!"

"Ah, what is this? A name... Roiger!"

"Roiger!"

Bang!
His soul scattered and died, and the aura of fate went out with it.

Everyone finally opened their eyes.

The hall of prophecy was not damaged, but all the ritual utensils were destroyed, the altar of prophecy was torn apart, and all the fate materials were turned into ashes.

Meredith collapsed before the altar, motionless.

"teacher!"

Iyeta stepped up, but before his fingers touched the teacher's body, he was reduced to ashes.

The robe of the Lord of the White Tower fell to the ground, blowing a few grains of white ash.

The world in front of Iyeta seemed to have lost its color, and he was in a trance for a moment, as if something touched him briefly, and then left.

In his mind, two words suddenly appeared.

"Ancient God!"

"Roiger!"

At the same time, the robes of the Lord of the White Tower began to ignite, and soon burned to black ashes.

Wang stepped forward and saw black ashes and white ashes spread on the ground, forming three paragraphs naturally.

"Great terror will come from the unknown, and the doomsday of destruction is in the not-too-distant future."

"The only vitality is hidden among the ancient gods."

"Find the origin of this particular name."

An invisible wind blew up and messed up the handwriting, and black shadows covered the ashes, drowning everything.

But it has been firmly engraved in Wang's mind.

Word for word.

Wang looked solemn and bowed deeply to Meredith's ashes.

"May the fire last forever, and may the heroes live forever."

(End of this chapter)