<h4>Chapter 2051: Chapter 2051: Entering the Game</h4>


    Julius Reed actually quite admired the old man’s acting skills.


    wless.


    First, heplimented himself profusely, then clearly stated the dangers inside.


    For anyone else, they might truly believe it.


    But Julius Reed was fully aware that this guy was full of nonsense.


    The ultimate goal is pretty much to wipe him out.


    Since it’s an act, might as well y the full set.


    "I’ve heard that the Prophet is in here." Julius Reed looked around. It looked like aboratory, but it was empty inside.


    Since he met the old man, the Prophet must also know that he’s already arrived.


    No use hiding it, justy all the cards on the table.


    First, figure out who the Prophet really is!


    Is it Jesse River?


    "Since we’re cooperating, let’s be honest. The matter of the Prophet being here was confirmed by Darin himself. Don’t tell me you don’t know." Julius Reed pointed at the old man, his gaze filled with aggression!


    This put the old man in a tough spot.


    He never expected Julius Reed to ask such a question.


    The key point was that he thought he’d already sessfully fooled the Holy Master into sending himself to his death!


    He couldn’t afford to make a mistake at thest moment.


    But the Prophet’s status is too high; the old man simply had no right to act on his own.


    "You keep iming to be the master of the Dusty tform, but if you’re not even clear on this piece of information, I really doubt you’re telling the truth!" Julius Reed didn’t give the old man time to think, pressing on with one question after another!


    "Of course, I am the master here." The old man’s face visibly turned pale, sweat covering his back, but he still maintained hisposure and said, "Darin is one of my people, and this information is indeed true. However... my rtionship with the Prophet is actually very subtle."


    "Are you the Prophet?" Julius Reed asked again.


    "No! The Prophet is the Prophet!" the old man hastily denied, pointing to the ground: "This used to be a temple, but you destroyed it, and the Prophet is here now, living in peace with me. After all, there are still divine servants around; I don’t dare to suddenly turn against him. But if you’re willing to help me, I can eliminate the Prophet. But all of this needs us to finish cooperating first."


    "Trying to get something for nothing?" Julius Reed sneered, shaking his head: "Do you take me for a fool?"


    "No..." the old man just raised his hand as he heard a voice in his earphones.


    "Bring him up."


    Receiving this order, the old man regained his previous calm. "You can see the Prophet, but you can’t get close. This is my bargaining chip, I hope you can understand. After all, you, Holy Master, are unpredictable. If you kill the Prophet, what other cards do I have left?"


    "Alright, let’s do a video call then." Julius Reed walked inside the building, constantly observing the people inside the ss tubes.


    He was surprised to find out that these so-called people were actually the real bodies of those monks.


    After their limbs and scalps were removed, that’s what was left.


    No wonder they looked so much like people, yet didn’t feel quite human.


    That’s probably how these monks came about.


    The old man wasn’t lying; he indeed possessed some methods for creating divine servants, butpared to true divine servants, it was far inferior.


    Now these monks were more like puppets being manipted by masters, to empower these monks.


    In other words, they were all puppets.


    And those who truly walked out of the temple, like those who upied Old Eight’s body and eventually sacrificed themselves to free the Golden Wild Bull, were the most perfect divine servants.


    They have souls!


    The ability to learn.


    Unlike the monks of the Dusty tform who were zombies.


    Julius Reed wasn’t sure if the Prophet had ever been inside the temple, but to be able to create these monk puppets, he definitely had some understanding.


    If not for Green Snake’s abilities, Julius Reed wouldn’t have been able to enter the temple and witness that eerie scene.


    Now with an additional Wild Bull on his body, Julius Reed still didn’t understand the abilities of the earlier White Tiger.


    "Holy Master, your video call." The old man motioned for a bodyguard behind him to open aputer.


    On the screen was a man dressed in ck, his face unclear.


    "Holy Master, you’ve arrived."


    The man spoke coldly.


    "I need to confirm something." Julius Reed raised a finger, speaking ndly: "How can I be sure you are the Prophet? In my impression, the Prophet was long dead. You... wouldn’t you be a puppet?"


    "Haha!"


    In the video, the manughed and suddenly his voice turned cold: "Of course I am the real Prophet. I even know how Darin and the Guilt Emperor died. They were killed by divine beasts! You’ve found the divine beasts, and Orson Martinez is the servant of the Green Snake."


    This was spection.


    Without the help of the divine beast’s servant, there’s no way to unseal those divine beasts.


    The White Tiger got help from the Guilt Emperor, who inadvertently became the servant of the White Tiger, only he himself wasn’t quite clear about it.


    Although Orson Martinez was one of the six emperors in the past, what happened in the subsequent five thousand years, nobody knows.


    It must have been some opportunity that made Orson Martinez the servant of the Green Snake and released the Green Snake.


    "Mr. Turtle, he really is the Prophet, he even knows about you being the servant of the Green Snake." Julius Reed walked over, whispering in his ear: "Show the ability you used to escape from the King Kong Bear’s belly."


    "It’s very energy-consuming." Although Pranay Martinez was reluctant, he still obediently closed his eyes, held his hands together!


    His form began to blur.


    After a while, he appeared not far away.


    "I now have seventy percent belief that you are the Prophet." Julius Reed walked in front of the screen, staring at the shadow on it: "So, you’re not dead?"


    "I’m not dead." The Prophet’s voice changed a bit.


    Pranay Martinez’s ability, he witnessed it.


    The Green Snake’s servant indeed has this ability.


    Bing a servant of the divine beast is actually a good thing, it means learning some abilities of the divine beast.


    And being by the divine beast’s side, rtively safe.


    "Where are the Green Snake and the White Tiger?" The Prophet asked.


    He urgently wanted to know.


    With Pranay Martinez and Julius Reed together, it shows that Pranay Martinez has likely betrayed the temple.


    And with the White Tiger and Green Snake, these two divine beasts, helping eliminate Darin and the Guilt Emperor, was already incredible.


    Divine beasts absolutely cannot be utilized!


    They must eliminate Julius Reed!


    To allow the temple to safely return to the Mortal World.


    "The Prophet isn’t dead, right?" Julius Reed didn’t answer this question but nodded: "For the sake of your daughter, I’ll give you one day. After that day, if you’re still stubborn, I’ll take your life."


    Saying that, he smashed theputer and looked at the old man. "Take me into the temple, I ept your terms."


    On the mountain not far from the Dusty tform.


    The Prophet sat cross-legged inside a room, his face deathly pale.


    Osher Reed behind him, did not leave his side.


    Another person also sat cross-legged in the room, holding a teacup, continually shaking it.


    "Will he take the bait?" the person spoke, taking a sip of tea. "Only if Julius Reed is dead, can we continue the cooperation."


    "As the master of the Dusty tform, don’t you have confidence to eliminate him? Once entering the temple, no one can survive." The Prophet’s voice was somewhat fatigued, but also very firm. "Even the Holy Master will die in the realm of the gods."