I arranged a ‘new god’ to help them and teach them.”

Boss Jiang stopped talking, and he said to the old prophet:

"From today, your age will truly come, but the gods of the Second Age will not descend from the sky, and the new God will be born from you, and you will shape your own God with your own hands.

In one war of protection or salvation, the bravest and wisest of you will become members of the gods.”

Jiang Xia looked at the end of the temple in front of him and said to him:

"And you, you, the prophet who guided the remnants of the Dark Age, into the Second Age, has been destined to be among them.

After you complete your obligations to the people in the mortal world, you will also ascend to heaven.

You will continue to guide your people in another way, thriving in this new world.”

"this..."

The old prophet didn't know what to say at this moment.

But he doesn't need to explain in detail, because after Boss Jiang gave him benefits, he will have to place a task.

"Sap, my companions have learned the news that in three days, a group of superhumans in this world will come to attack this paradise island belonging to the Spartans.

They are powerful and come with destruction and war. If they do not destroy this place, they will not give up."

"Let them come!"

The old prophet's eyes widened at this moment, and his tone was as firm as a decisive one. He roared in the temple and shouted loudly:

"The Spartans have traveled a long distance to our promised land. Our era has begun, and no one can destroy this great revival and rise again!

Let them do it!

In the name of God, we will fight them, win, and finally bury them!"

"very good."

Lao Jiang looked at the old prophet's reaction with satisfaction. He knew that this was not a disguise, but an angry roar from the heart. He needed this unyielding will to war.

He whispered:
Chapter completed!