'Failed?' The meteor that seemed to be so powerful was far from what it had been expected that the same judgment came to the minds of almost everyone, even the Earl.

At the moment of the meteor eruption, the Earl even had an irrepressible illusion for a while, he found that there were not only five kinds of magical energy in the meteor, but also a small part of the soul divine power that he had not been aware of before was also sandwiched in it, but this feeling only lasted for a short moment, and almost at the moment when the Earl sensed the soul divine power, the power contained in the meteor dissipated inexplicably, as if it was forcibly dispersed by some force.

"The law of the continent! the law of the continent has worked!" the Count shouted with joy or regret as he felt the power of the meteor's eruption disappear inexplicably.

There is no doubt that the huge power contained in the meteor was forcibly dispelled by the law of the continent, which shows that the unknown method that can shield the law of the continent just now is not perfect, and when the power reaches a certain level, this shielding method will lose its effect.

After deducing this conclusion, the Count was slightly disappointed, so the value of this method was greatly reduced, and his previous idea of using this method in exchange for benefits from the demon high-level was in vain, but for him it was more exciting, because the god of the wild boar projected into the main space of the continent by this method has been driven out of here by the laws of the continent, so that no one can threaten him, and no one can stop him from going on a killing spree.

The plasma in the tunnel recondensed the earl's body, and the earl looked at the people with a smug face: "Your last hope, Agas has been driven away by the laws of the continent, and now you are ready to die?"

"Out, appeared, in such a way?, is it really the will of the Lord?" was the only one who stammered, but what he said had nothing to do with the Count's question.

"Old fellow, have you been scared stupidly, you're starting to be incoherent!" the Count frowned and looked at Coughlon, if there was anyone who would make him jealous when the overall situation was decided, it was only among the two holy cultists, Coughlon and Celent, after all, the oracle was too rebellious, and no one could guarantee that they would know something in advance from the oracle and arrange a backhand.

"Look at the time is almost up, is it true that the prophecy is irresistible?" Coughren did not respond to the Count, but looked to the east with a lonely expression, the long night was about to pass, and the first light would appear there in a few minutes.

"Prophecy!, what do you foresee?" the Count's eyelids twitched, prophecy was the last word he wanted to hear at the moment.

"I foresaw the final outcome of you and me. Coughren turned his head and looked at the Count with a calm expression.

"Did you end up being killed by me?" said the Count, whose face was slightly stunned, and a cruel smile soon reappeared.

"No, among those present, except for ...... No one will die. Coughren said as he looked at the Count with pity in his eyes.

"Old fellow, you're scared silly, aren't you?" Before the Count could reply, the Troll Warrior jumped out again. If it weren't for the fact that he was affected by the laws of gravity and couldn't move, he really wanted to touch Coughren's forehead to see if his old man had a fever and was talking nonsense.

Listening to what Coughren meant, all of them would be safe and sound, and looking at the Earl who was eyeing him, I am afraid that any reasonable person would make the same judgment. If Coughllen's prophecy is correct, then there is only one possibility, and that is that the Count's brain is pumped and he chooses to spare everyone. At least from Zambit's point of view, this is absolutely impossible.

After listening to Zambit's exclamation, the Count had a deep expression on his face, although he had always looked down on the Troll Warriors, he still very much agreed with what Zambit had just said, in the Earl's opinion, killing all the people present was just a gesture, and after causing him so much trouble, he had no reason to spare any of them.

"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me about the prophecies you foresaw. The Earl looked at Coughlon majestically and said that he was ready to kill everyone as soon as Coughlon uttered the prophecy, and to break the iron law of prophecy with his own hands.

"When the four elements converge, the Sword of Light and Darkness will pierce the chest of the Blood Clan, making the Blood Clan completely extinct on the mainland......" Coughlen said solemnly, as if his whole body was bathed in holy light.

"Poof~" The troll warrior on the side couldn't help it, "That's what you call the prophecy? Isn't this what the Earl deliberately leaked to us through Krees?"

Ignoring Zambit, Coughren continued to say word by word: "...... At dawn, the Bloodline will be sealed and the continent will return to peace. ”

After Coughren finished speaking, everyone felt a throbbing in their hearts, as if something had happened, but after the throbbing everything returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

After a moment of silence, the Earl raised his head to the sky and let out a long laugh: "This is what you call a prophecy? It really makes me laugh to death! Isn't it just a few words added after my 'prophecy'? Could it be that on the basis of a false prophecy, adding a few words is a true prophecy? The Holy See will really only bluff!"

After the prophecy was finished, Kauflon stared coldly at the rampant Earl without saying a word, his clothes were soaked with sweat at any time, and drops of sweat with holy light continued to drip down his face, occasionally falling to the ground, and immediately conjuring up a small holy lotus, and it didn't take much time, he was already surrounded by the lotus flowers under his feet.

After the Count laughed for a while, and when he saw the wonder of Coughron, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and he asked in disbelief, "Is the sacrifice of life not over?

Coughlon looked at the Count and smiled without answering, a smile of unparalleled confidence on his face.

After seeing Coughllen's smile, the earl's heart twitched violently a few times, and he suddenly thought of a legendary magic from the ancient mythological era: the Great Prophecy!

Unlike oracles, which can only passively predict the future, the Great Prophecy is known as the closest skill to a god that a mortal can master, and the caster will truly have the power of a god at the moment of casting, and everything he says will happen.

"Is it the Great Prophecy?" said Celrant softly as the Count was shocked. He had read about it in the secret texts of the Holy See that Bishop Flon had given him. The Great Prophecy is the most mysterious magic of the Holy See, and its status is far higher than that of the Oracle and the Divine Trace, but there is no record in the secret book that there is no record of whether anyone in history has mastered this secret art.

Celent clearly remembers that when he first read this information, he asked Bishop Furron specifically, and Bishop Furon gave him an ambiguous guess: the reason why there is no record of anyone who has mastered this secret art may be because no one in history has ever had the power to urge this secret art, close to the power of God......