The orc prophet was shrouded in a terrible spiritual power.

For millions of years on the southern coast, the remnants of dead creatures have been gathering on him.

He was like a bottle of water, unable to hold more water, but the water from the outside was still pouring in, and he wanted to burst his bottle.

Two pencil drawings emerged from his back, outlining afterimages.

That is the spiritual vision generated by the accumulation of residual souls.

Spiritual lightning enveloped these two afterimages, and spiritual lightning fell around, stirring up terrible spiritual fluctuations.

These are the spiritual illusions formed by those remnants of souls.

At this moment, they instinctively wanted to revive the soul through corpses, but how could this be possible?

This move must be a fishing moon in the water, but for the remnants of souls wandering on the earth, they must try it.

“Ah~”

The prophet couldn't help but bent down, his skin cracked, and green blood spilled on the surface of his body.

Dillon, who was concentrating on improving his mental power, rushed over and said, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"The wandering souls retaliate against me, and I'm going to die. I'm too anxious, but it's my first time trying to summon souls."

"No, I can't blame me. It was the ancestor's spirit who was full of confidence and suggested that I expand the scale of the residual soul. It just expanded. The speed of its absorption cannot keep up with the speed of the wandering souls. What, you are even scolding me, right?"

He actually started arguing with the spirit of his ancestors.

"Master, you said that we can use our mental power to communicate and soothe soul, and I will help you stabilize the excess residual soul."

Dillon was so scared that he squatted down and grabbed the old prophet's arm.

The prophet pushed Dillon away.

"Go away."

"I can't let you die here too. Let me go."

Dillon shook his head, "No, Master, I can't give up on you."

The prophet gritted his teeth. "Idiot, do you know what the overall situation is? Stay by my side, those wandering souls will invade your body, and you will become the same as me."

"Get out of here quickly."

"Don't die."

Dillon grabbed the old prophet's shoulder, and his spiritual power penetrated into the prophet's soul along his five fingers, repairing the prophet's soul full of cracks.

"I don't understand what the overall situation is."

Dillon said angrily: "I only know that I can't give up on my relatives anymore. You should shut up, Prophet!"

"Since you said I would be the leader of orcs, you should listen to me now."

A slightly immature voice became very mature at some point.

The prophet was stunned.

Looking at Dillon's wild eyes, the old prophet smiled, and there was a sense of relief that a child had finally grown up.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Idiot."

"You are really willful."

But at this moment he was unable to protect himself and had no more energy to deal with others.

The spiritual impact of the remnants of the souls was one after another.

His eyes were blurred.

At this moment, if Dillon hadn't injected his extremely huge mental power into his soul and repaired his soul, the prophet would have been protruded by the remnant soul.

Die together.

He began to continue beating the drums made by dinosaur skins involuntarily.

The sound of this drum can summon souls.

In this way, the number of wandering souls gathered will only increase the situation.

No……

The prophet forced his head to wake up with severe pain, and stopped beating the soul-striking drum, and then used all his spiritual power and Dilon's spiritual power to make up for it. Perhaps this way he could survive.

Stop quickly!

Think about the hatred of your race being enslaved for more than a hundred years.

Think about how your fellow countrymen turned into elves' licking dogs, and how your relatives were persecuted by elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves' elves'

Think about all the pigs who died on the battlefield!

How could you die like this!

Take revenge!

Take revenge!

The power brought by hatred allowed the orc prophet to temporarily regain control of his body, and he wanted to stop beating the soul-striking drum.

Dong ~

The soul-summoning drum sounded.

No……

The power of hatred stimulated the orc prophet, but facing the remnant souls of millions of years, these tiny personal hatred seemed so small.

Soon, this hatred was submerged in the vast ocean.

Despair enveloped the heart of the orc prophet.

Maybe he is dead.

The orc prophet looked at Dillon, who was by his side and tried his best to save him.

I can die, but it would be a pity to let the child die like this?

After all attempts failed, the orc prophet had only the last solution.

That is - prayer.

‘God, the great Father, the highest Creator Spirit, please save us.’

‘Great Father.’

‘Please save me.’

‘Your humble servant, please help me, I want to survive. I really want to survive.’

For some reason, the orc prophet gave up relying on hatred to inspire himself to live. Instead, when he prayed to God the Father, his head suddenly stopped hurting, and a huge force appeared in his body.

He actually temporarily regained control of his body.

When the Orc Prophet was about to stop beating the Conjuring Drum, a voice rang in his ear.

"The drum sound of the shaman can call for souls, but also invite gods."

"Don't stop your drums."

The orc prophet was the Father God!

So, is my behavior a shaman?

He was very confident and began to control the scattered wandering souls in his body, and he didn't know where his power came from.

Why did I feel that I have tried my best no matter how much I squeezed myself before?

At this moment, after praying to God the Father and praying to God the Father with all his heart, he digs out his strength from his body.

Shen Fanyu saw what was in his mind. "Hate will not bring you strength, it will only make you weak."

"You want to use hatred to defeat the wandering souls of the southern coast for millions of years."

"It's like a flock shaking a tree."

"But if you fight with the faith of my heart, what reason do you have to be invincible?"

The orc prophet was full of excitement.

I see.

The sudden increase of power is because I prayed to God the Father.

"Great Father, please save your believers, help me get rid of these wandering souls, and let them leave my body."

Shen Fanyu sighed. "Dilon, the totem carved from peach wood can carry the spirit of the ancestors."

"You cut down this peach tree, use the pits of this peach tree as seeds, plant future peach trees, and use the wood of this peach tree to make two totems."

Peach trees grew on the ground and quickly blossomed and bear fruit.

Dillon widened his eyes and saw this miraculous scene.
To be continued...