These big shots are actually me - #120 - Chapter 120

“Hahahaha, the sun! It’s actually the sun! It’s actually the sun!”

171 The Struggle of the Prophets

The blood and tears in his eyes became more and more crazier as Sanchez laughed wildly. But the more this happened, the happier he smiled.

The prophets will eventually die as a result of the prophecy. This is the original curse placed on them. The higher they are, the more they cannot escape this iron law.

So many years ago, like all prophets, he began to think about how they should escape this iron law.

It is ridiculous to say that the prophets who clearly do not allow others to break the prophecies cannot tolerate being imprisoned in the prophecies themselves.

After a long period of thinking and hard work, he finally saw a glimmer of hope on the chessboard of the gods.

So he set up a game. Different from the previous attempts of his colleagues, his method of breaking the prophecy was to rely on high positions and others.

But the most important thing is to let the goddess of luck roll the unknown dice.

Being both fools and greedy ones, they finally made the goddess of luck cast interesting numbers, and you, me, and His fate were all reversed because of this.

Wait, look forward to it, will the sun rise as usual, or will the dark sun of the thief rise slowly?

This was a prophecy he made by himself in order to coordinate with the actions of his Lord God, and it was also the only prophecy that gave him hope.

The prophecy makes it clear that the fate of those who enter the game will change because of the numbers thrown by Lady Luck.

Even gods and kings are involved.

The above two items allowed him to start active preparations many years ago. The two prophecy scrolls of The Fool and The Greedy were also sent out by him for this reason.

Otherwise, how could the two minor characters receive gifts from the prophetic angel?

Everything is done to get Lady Luck to score those crucial points. To change the fate and outcome of those who enter the game.

Now he can be sure that the first half of the prophecy has been completed, and the rest is the struggle between the sun and the dark sun.

In theory, it has nothing to do with him anymore, but…

After Sanchez laughed maniacally, he slowly stood up. Although the blood and tears in his eyes were still there, they were no longer as violent as they were at the beginning.

For angels, blindness is neither an influence nor an influence, and even this may not be a good thing for prophets.

He lost the opportunity to see the world with his eyes, but this allowed him to spy on everything more carefully.

But that’s not important, what’s really important is.

As Sanchez stood up, a stone slab also appeared from the void.

That is the inscription that prophets have always loved to use to record prophecies.

But now, the clearly visible inscription on it has been completely blurred.

This is his prediction of his own ending. Predicting his own ending is a taboo for prophets. Because they cannot escape the prophecy, they naturally resist predicting their own ending. It was a nightmare journey with no way back!

It is also the kind of gambling that the prophet hates most because he cannot cheat in advance, let alone the rest of his life!

But Sanchez doesn’t care about this. If he doesn’t even know his own ending, then how can he break through?

And if you don’t even know this, then wouldn’t every prophecy be an introduction to your own destruction?

So he predicted his own ending and kept working hard to change it.

Now ‘looking’ at the blurred slate, Sanchez’s lips couldn’t help but curl up slightly.

The ending is broken!

And the most wonderful thing is that he also attracts the sun.

Everything is moving towards his and the Lord God’s prophecies, but everything changes slightly in subtle ways.

When it all came to fruition, Sanchez thought it would be particularly charming!

In the void outside the spiritual world, there is still the big green tree that comes from nowhere.

The prophet’s sequence zero is still leaning on the tree trunk.

Even the high gods can only do nothing in this ghost place all day long.

Suddenly, He raised his head and neck that was leaning on the tree trunk, then reached deep into the void and took out a stone slab.

There is only one sentence recorded on it:

Sanchez Moreon will die as an angel.

However, as he looked over, the originally unavoidable prophecy gradually became blurred, and in the end it was completely impossible to see what was recorded on it.

After staring for a long time, a rather sighing word came out of his mouth:

“Sanchez succeeded.”

He seems to be pleased with the success of His followers.

As the main god of Sanchez, he naturally invested considerable energy and attention in his only remaining angel. Even in this ghostly place of nothingness, they, as gods, can still do many things.

But after a moment, He sneered and said:

“Obviously he is the person closest to me at the moment, he is obviously a great prophet, and we ourselves can tamper with other people’s predictions and the future. But why can’t you understand, breaking fate or even changing the ending is still the same as dying from the prediction Are they two completely different things?”

“How can our Father’s iron law be so easily broken?”

As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly.

In his opinion, Sanchez’s actions were completely child’s play. Fortunately, he once had some expectations and wondered whether he could see Sanchez break the original iron law, so that he could refer to it and imitate it.

But now it seems that Sanchez has never understood the crux of the problem.

Immediately, He waved his hand across the stone slab again, and then a new prophecy about Sanchez was engraved on it.

Sanchez Moreon, from angel to thief.

A very ironic prophecy.

Even He who thought he had seen countless storms and witnessed countless legends was stunned for a moment when he saw this prophecy.

From angel to thief? !

Sanchez, is this, is this the fall from the high prophetic angel, the high priest of the spying church, to a humble thief like an insect?

How could the former dignified angel be reduced to making a living by stealing?

Is this a ridiculous joke?

After a brief moment of astonishment, He smiled, shook his head and whispered:

“It’s a good joke. Well, it’s time for me to take advantage of this good mood to cheer myself up.”

A brand new stone tablet appeared in front of Him, and then He made a prophecy for himself in a serious manner:

The only refuge for those who spy on the future is about to make a grand return!

So perfect that it exceeded even His best predictions!

Before that, he even thought about whether he would be tricked again by that unknown bastard. I also thought about whether I would stay in this prison of nothingness forever.

But I really never thought it would be such a wonderful ending!

His predictions are infallible!

So this time He wins!

172 True Madman (3k)

The exiled evil god was happily waiting for his return. Mozo in the captain’s cabin suddenly saw an eye flashing in the void during a brief thought.

An eye hidden in steel and triangles.

Mozo knew what that was. That thing was the icon of the Church of the Scouts, and it was also a cult organization that was identified after the War of the Four Gods!

After joining this scroll, he can clearly think of the existence and then remind him.

But who?

Mozo began to search for revelations in the room based on his occult experience. Normally, this kind of kindness to help oneself will usually leave a mark somewhere, which may be active or passive due to the entanglement of fate between the two.

Very simply, Mozo found the corresponding sign on the window—two sacred trees nestled together in the mist.

“Twin Holy Trees…?”

After Mozo told who the other party was, he raised his hand and wiped away the traces.

Do the Twin Sacred Trees know that I’m still here?

Or is it something else?

Because he had too little information, Mo Zuo didn’t think too much about it.

He still has to rush to save Audrey.

After rubbing the corners of his eyes, Mozo took the paper and pen directly from the table and began to outline the various rituals, inscriptions, holy food and other secret knowledge of the Scout Church on the paper.

Normally, it would not be enough to ‘frame’ the entire crew of an airship with these.

But this group of people themselves are smugglers who cannot withstand investigation.

It’s just that under normal circumstances, not many people will go to investigate seriously, but what if someone reports that they are a cultist and actually finds the corresponding evidence?

The result was obvious, so Mozo shrugged and hid the papers filled with cult rituals in a less conspicuous place.

Mozuo, who finally left the airship, just spent a few gold coins and asked a few idle men to run to the nearby church to report it.

I believe that church personnel will come to check in person soon.

In fact, if possible, he would also like to fill it with vicious words insulting the sun or the storm in the secret language of the Church of the Watcher.

It was just the thought that something like that could easily alarm people who shouldn’t be alarmed that made Mozo give up the idea.

But even so, it was enough for this group of smugglers to be unlucky.

But what Mozo didn’t know was that after he left the captain’s cabin, for some unknown reason, the door of the bookcase in the captain’s cabin that was supposed to be locked suddenly opened and many documents fell out.

Among them is the captain’s log, and there are some contents recorded in clear text on it – I prayed to the Storm King and the Goddess Heves today, but they ignored me, and my ship was set on fire by a thunderstorm. What a pair of dogs. men and women!

Today I prayed to the Lord of Light and the Lord of Eternity again, and they didn’t bother me either. My ship almost hit the mountains because the sail was gone. What a pair of bastards!

I prayed to the Goddess of Wealth today, but this bitch didn’t bother me either. A mouse even gnawed a hole in my little vault, causing all my gold coins to fall out! What a hateful bitch goddess!

….

When the church clergy just came over as a matter of routine. The priest who accidentally picked up this diary just glanced at it and was almost stunned.

The accompanying soldiers and police officers were also dumbfounded and expressed repentance and begged for forgiveness towards the main god of their faith. Such horrific and blasphemous words actually dared to appear openly on paper!

There was no need to search for anything else. This log alone caused the priests and church soldiers to run out of this sinful airship.

I was afraid that if I ran too slowly, I would be blown up by the divine punishment from nowhere.

At the same time, the entire dock was forcibly blocked.

Then there were piles of knights from various churches, and the bishops rushed here.

There are many people who offend the gods and disrespect the gods, but it is really rare for someone to dare to state such a crazy statement directly and offend so many people at once.

But in a place that everyone and even Mo Zuo ignored, there was a small lock under the cabinet that was supposed to be locked and was completely dissolving.

This was something that Sanchez gave to the captain along with his own scroll. It was just an imitation, but it also had the ability to trade misfortune for secrets. The real thing had been destroyed by Sanchez spying on the sun.

Because of this, this imitation was destroyed.

This is a small prediction among Sanchez’s many predictions. It was also his crazy little plan. But if he could know how outrageous this captain was, he probably wouldn’t feel that his actions and thoughts were arrogant.

The small captain’s cabin was crowded with big shots that even the Grand Duke of Nuremberg had difficulty finding in the past.

The bishops from all the major Holy Sees stationed here looked at the log in front of them in amazement.

They miraculously found that they were no longer angry, and only felt amazed.

Because this is the first time they have seen someone so inconspicuous and yet so bold.

The last time someone offended so many Supreme Beings at once, who was it?

I kind of forgot, but it’s definitely not comparable to a smuggling ship captain.

After a brief moment of wonder, what needs to be done is simple. After grabbing a random crew member and asking a few questions, the other person immediately told me all the eighteen generations of the captain’s ancestors while crying.

The crew members were also shocked. They knew that the smuggling captain was a ruthless person who did not want his life, but like the adults in the church, they really did not expect that their captain would be so desperate.