Chapter 43: Rebirth of the Waves

After tens of thousands of years of development in the Light Camp, countless professions have been created, and at least thousands of them have been mentioned. Of course, Fang Qingshu cannot know them all, so when he heard Qing'er say this, he immediately asked curiously: "What is the prophet? How do you know so clearly?"

"The prophet is a very powerful light profession!" Qing'er then explained: "We Titan Gods and Light Gods have been dealing with each other for hundreds of thousands of years, so we are still very familiar with their background!"

"That's it!" Fang Qingshu immediately said: "Tell me where this prophet is so powerful?"

"How to say, the prophets are so special. They can be said to have no combat power at all, but they are extremely powerful at the same time." Qing'er said solemnly: "Their essence is actually very simple. They are just to communicate with gods. When encountering difficult things, ask gods for help. No matter what, it is possible, including prophecy, combat, healing, etc.."

"For example, if I guessed correctly this time, if we were not mistaken, Kara would definitely ask the gods to do it! Apart from the gods, I can't imagine anyone who can avoid the Atlantis radar reconnaissance. After all, this is something worth hundreds of thousands of gods, so how could it be so useless?" Qing'er explained.

"Ah, I remembered it!" Helena also suddenly said: "It seems that we Atlantis also have some introductions to the extremely special light profession of prophets. It seems that they know a magical submission technique, which can ask a trace of divine thoughts from the gods to exert their super combat power!"

"Is that true?" Fang Qingshu expressed doubts about Helena's words. "Since Kara has super combat power, why would she escape? Wouldn't it be more pleasant to kill us directly?"

"I know why!" Qing'er suddenly said, "The prophet has an extraordinary feeling about the potential danger. I think the only reason why she does not use the magical submission technique to deal with us is that she feels that there is something threatening her safety in you! In other words, she has a premonition that she will die at your hands even if she uses the magical submission technique, so she will naturally not choose to take risks!"

"Is there something that threatens her?" Fang Qingshu was stunned at first, then suddenly realized: "Are you talking about that level 18 scroll?"

"Not bad!" Qing'er nodded solemnly, "I guess that after level 8 Kara performs the magic descending technique, she will be at most level 15. For a space dimension slash of up to level 18, I'm afraid she will not have the ability to resist. Of course, this is also related to the ability of the main god she believes in. If the main god she chose is strong, it might be better! But no matter what, no level 15 person is willing to face the level 18 spell. It will be almost a life-and-death life."

"It's not just her, but me!" Fang Qingshu wiped his cold sweat and said, "A level 15 guy? Who knows if he can do it with a scroll? Anyway, I'm not sure. From this, it can be seen that although Kara is so fierce, she is actually a little timid. She is not a person who does big things! The Angel Legion is really a failure. Why did such a powerful profession make such a fool do it?"

"Haha!" Qing'er suddenly smiled and said, "A such a powerful profession cannot be done by anyone who wants to do it. It requires a double test of bloodline and talent. Even in the angel gods, prophets are extremely rare professions."

"Oh?" Fang Qingshu asked curiously: "I know talent. But how can it still be related to bloodline?"

"Of course, the prophet needs to communicate with the gods, and not everyone can contact the gods. Only those with the blood of the gods can do it!" Qing'er smiled and said, "Did you see the word "Saint" in Kara's name? Only the direct descendants of the gods of light are qualified to add this surname."

"So that's how it is?" Fang Qingshu then suddenly said, "But I heard that all the birds are lustful. There are so many direct descendants? Why are there so few prophets?"

"This is because they have no talent!" Qing'er explained: "What the prophet needs is not magic control, nor mental power, or anything else. What it needs is divinity. Divineness is a unique attribute of the gods, and it is somewhat spread in their direct bloodline. If descendants of a very high divinity can easily contact the gods through this divinity and become prophets."

"So the only practice of the prophet master is to cultivate his own divine nature. Make him grow continuously. The stronger his divine nature, the more help the gods can get. In the end, after the divine nature of the prophet master is strong enough, he can be reborn and become a god directly!" Qing'er said with a little enviousness.

"Oh, it seems that I have messed with an amazing guy!" Fang Qingshu learned how terrible Kara was when he heard Qing'er's explanation. He couldn't help but complain: "This little girl, she knew she didn't blame me, but she still had to seek revenge on me. It's really unreasonable! How did that saint say it!"

Fang Qingshu was naturally embarrassed to say it directly in front of a group of beauties, so he said in such an obscure tone, also to make fun of them.

Sure enough, the girls immediately heard the implicit sound and wanted to deal with Fang Qingshu. However, Ruoqin smiled and said, "The saint is not the only one who can raise Qingshu and birds! Sisters said, right?"

"Haha!" The girls laughed and agreed, unanimously affirming that this was the original words of the saint.

Fang Qingshu originally wanted to fight back, but unfortunately he could not tell so many people no matter what. So he was defeated soon and had to say amused and cry: "How can you tamper with the words of the saint?"

"I will change it if Zhu Xi makes changes!" Ruoqin said proudly: "Am I not as good as him?"

"That's right, call that Zhu Xi and gesture with me to see who is so good!" The little girl also said with a smile.

Fang Qingshu suddenly felt bitter and called a scholar and a little girl to fight one-on-one. That doesn’t mean that a sheep enters the tiger’s mouth? He had to say helplessly: “I won’t tell you, I’m a scholar and meet a soldier, and I can’t explain it clearly even if I have any reason!”

"Haha!" Seeing Fang Qingshu admit defeat, the women laughed proudly. They wanted to take advantage of the victory, but unexpectedly, at this moment, Hailanda, who was surveillance in the dragon cavalry, suddenly shouted: "No, a group of people entered the ruins!"

"What?" Fang Qingshu jumped up in anger and said angrily: "Damn it, let me see who it is?"

Speaking of which, it’s not that Fang Qingshu was angry. They finally beat a group of birds away, but unexpectedly another group came and went in directly. If the treasure was taken away by them, wouldn’t Fang Qingshu and others just make wedding dresses for others? Who is Fang Qingshu? How could he suffer this loss?

Soon, Helena played the images from the satellite with the projection equipment unique to the Atlantis in front of everyone. Sure enough, they were surprised to find that six people had traveled through the outer satellite city and were speeding towards the central main city.

I saw these six people, four men and two women, four of them flying in the sky and two running on the ground. Two strong men, one big and one small, ran on the ground. The big strong man was two meters tall and two three meters tall, with a big waist, a round waist, and a bare head. His skin was bronze, glittering, like metal.

He was carrying two huge axes on his back. The face of the axe was like a truck wheel. The dark axe exuded a smell of blood. You could tell at a glance that the axe drank a lot of blood! Although this man looked fierce, there was a sense of honesty between his eyebrows, which seemed a little stupid.

Another strong man was smaller, only 1.6 meters tall, but he was extremely strong, just like a fleshy pony. He seemed to have no weapons and was just rushing on the road with bare hands. He looked a bit like the big man, and he seemed to be two brothers. He looked older, and he seemed to be his brother, but his body shape was too different.

Among the four people flying in the sky, the first one was a middle-aged scholar in his thirties. He was wearing a light blue Confucian shirt and a very wide bronze ancient sword under his feet. He was walking lightly with his sword, just like a god.

Behind him was a young man. He was extremely handsome, with a snow-like face, clear eyebrows and white teeth, and an indescribable temperament. He could be said to have angered Pan An to death and prevented Song Yu from letting him go. He was also wearing a Confucian shirt, but he did not use a sword, but placed a pair of metal wings made of purple gold behind him.

Fang Qingshu recognized it at a glance. This is actually a very unique flying sword called Zijin Tianlong Sword. His shadowless flying sword has actually referenced this unique flying sword, so he can recognize it.

This Purple Gold Dragon Slash is actually composed of ninety-eighty-one sword leaves. It can form wings like clothes to defend and fly. It can be dispersed with dozens of flying swords, which can attack together and attack extremely fiercely. It is a kind of alien flying sword that is both offensive and defensive.

This kind of flying sword is very troublesome to build, and the materials consumed are several times that of other flying swords, but it is very easy to use. Fang Qingshu got the inspiration from it, taking its strengths and removing its weaknesses, and thus refining his own shadowless male and female Tianlong sword! Unexpectedly, he encountered the original version here.

As for the last two women, they were almost exactly the same in their clothes and appearance, and they looked like twin sisters. They were actually very beautiful, but their faces were always cold. In addition, they were all wearing white palace outfits, which looked like two ice sculptures, giving people a particularly cold feeling.
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