Only God
Chapter 385 - 341: Who is the Real Prophet?

Chapter 385: Chapter 341: Who is the Real Prophet?

This horrific scene was unforgettable for a lifetime.

Faced with this horrifying sight, everyone took a sharp breath, and Anos held up a torch and walked several steps forward.

Elena felt dizzy for a moment, holding her stomach, almost throwing up.

The others were all pale, while Priest Prey was somewhat better, but his palms were also ice cold.

Anos looked around at the kneeling corpses, and several people followed suit; among this group, only the Princess was the calmest.

Mira hurriedly followed, fearing something might go wrong with the Princess.

The kneeling corpses had clearly been dead for a long time. Anos raised her face to look at the religious painting they were worshipping.

"These are...?"

The religious painting before everyone depicted the scene of Rebirth Day, but it was entirely different from the usual depictions of Rebirth Day.

The typical Rebirth Day paintings are mostly of the open gates of Heaven, Solamus blowing the horn, angels praising the Lord in Heaven, and the resurrected masses on earth.

That scene would manifest God’s love and grace; under the masterful strokes of famous painters, it could bring devout believers to tears.

But the religious painting in front of them was completely different.

A stricken land, wailing masses, the Golden Hall enveloped in darkness, and Gods ravaging the Mortal World. God’s throne in Heaven was no longer at the center of the picture but off in a remote corner, far in the sky and unreachable, that God who brought Heaven seemed to be watching all this indifferently.

Anos had never seen such a religious painting.

It was devout yet twisted, magnificent yet chilling.

"This painting... it’s practically pushing people into the grave," Anos murmured.

"Could this be... a heretical cult’s burial ground?" Elena whispered, frightened, clasping her hands together.

"Very likely."

Priest Prey spoke briefly, clenching his fists in the face of the profanity before him.

Colin looked at the fresh blood on the stone altar and said quietly,

"This ritual... it resembles the customs of the Three-eyed Ape People."

Everyone turned their heads and focused on the foreigner Colin.

Colin was not from the Danschel Empire but came from a distant Foreign Country.

"This... is an eye,"

Colin pointed to the pattern on the altar,

"When sacrificing to Kagawus, the Three-eyed Ape People would offer their third eye, which in ancient times was taken from slaves... but now it is mostly drawn with human blood or the blood of cattle and sheep..."

Colin said carefully.

"It seems, then, it is a heretical cult related to the Three-eyed Ape People..."

Anos narrowed her eyes, looking at the kneeling corpses,

"However, we have no clue about the purpose of their sacrifice."

Just then, Mira suddenly said:

"That Temple, I recognize it."

Anos looked towards Mira.

Just to hear her say softly:

"In my homeland, my family mentioned to me that once there was a Golden Hall of the Gods."

A Golden Hall?

The group was momentarily taken aback; they had never heard this term before.

For a moment, a few people suspected Mira was making it up.

Only to see the foreigner Colin scratch his head and say quietly:

"I seem... to have heard this phrase in some very ancient prayers... that prayer is... ’Kagawus, the left arm and right arm of the Golden Hall...’"

Everyone looked at Colin, then at Mira, and they were somewhat skeptical.

Anos continued forward, approaching the three stone steles in front of the altar, which were undoubtedly inscribed with the Scriptures of the True Religion. Although there were some differences from those commonly used in the Empire, they were roughly the same.

However, Anos noticed a detail: there were only three stone steles on the altar, but the fourth one, which was supposed to recount the deeds of Solamus and bear the inscriptions of the "Book of Thousand-Year-Old Prophets," was missing.

What exactly did this mean?

Did it mean that the "Book of Thousand-Year-Old Prophets" had not been compiled when this tomb was constructed? Or did it mean... this heretic cult simply did not acknowledge the "Book of Thousand-Year-Old Prophets"?

Do they deny that Great Angel Solamus was a Prophet?

Anos lifted his head and saw that, true enough, the figure of Great Angel Solamus was nowhere to be found in the religious mural.

"Let us continue forward," Anos called out to the rest.

After another round of fruitless searching for meaningful clues, Anos turned to the others and spoke.

The group members all nodded in agreement, having no objections to Anos’s suggestion.

The tomb was vast and throughout, an eerie silence prevailed, with only the sounds of the torches burning and their own breaths to be heard.

This precision made one’s skin crawl.

After walking for who knows how long, Anos, torch in one hand and longsword in the other, heard a rustling sound.

Bursts of chilling wind blew by, as if specters were gently caressing one’s face.

The passage ahead was narrow and pitch-black, with the oppressive atmosphere making everyone too anxious even to breathe loudly.

In the dark, deep corridor, the cold wind slapped against their faces, and as it swept past their ears, it sounded eerily similar to a wailing woman.

All of them stared intently ahead, with heightened tension.

Gradually, as the group moved closer to the depths, Anos acutely picked up on some faint noises.

The sounds were soft, like insects flying in the distance, barely audible; but as they approached, they became clearer, like the sound of a lid being repeatedly opened and closed.

With each step that brought them nearer, it was as though an invisible pressure shrouded them, stirring fear in the depths of their hearts.

The Priest Prey, who was at the forefront, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His hands and feet began to tremble.

"What’s wrong?" Mira asked as she saw the Priest halt.

Priest Prey raised his hand, pointing ahead in astonishment.

All eyes turned in that direction.

At the end of the tomb, there lay a heavy stone coffin, which was unexpectedly empty, but before it, knelt a female corpse whose body slightly moved as if she were still alive.

This instantly escalated everyone’s fear to its peak, with Anos stepping forward and pointing his sword tip at the corpse.

Under the watchful eyes of the group, the corpse slowly rose from the ground, its movements rigid and unworldly.

"Rosa," Anos quickly reacted and chanted in Ancient Language.

In that moment, the movements of everyone present slowed, and Anos took a step forward, beheading the corpse with his sword.

When the others came to their senses, the corpse had already collapsed with a loud thud.

"Wasn’t it said... there are no ghosts here?" Mira whispered, looking at the fallen corpse.

"When I exorcised the ghosts, I didn’t reach this deep," replied Priest Prey, approaching with a complex gaze fixed on the corpse’s face.

Anos took note of the priest’s gaze.

"There are words on this coffin!" Mira pointed out.

Anos looked in that direction.

The coffin was inscribed with ancient and obscure characters. Mira, having learned only Danschel and Logos languages in Heaven, could make neither head nor tail of what was written on the coffin.

Elena stepped forward, a noblewoman well-versed in Ancient Language Studies.

"This is... ’Shan’en’, ’Shan’en who holds the throne’, ’Prophet’..." Elena distinguished the words on it, her beautiful face turning to shock as she said:

"Shan’en who holds the throne... is the real Prophet?!"