<h4>Chapter 2062: Chapter 2062: Mutation</h4>


    "Mr. Ghost, we finally meet."


    Ilia Danvers walked over, shook hands with Shadow Kims out of formality, and said somewhat excitedly, "How have things beentely? Stillfortable? I heard the rival kings are gathering at Thousand-clouds Mountain, but no one invited you."


    Shadow Kims’ expression was slightly awkward.


    Could he have picked a worse topic?


    Not only did they not let him attend, but they also ambushed him on the way!


    Shadow Kims was furious, almost fell sick from anger when he got back.


    After all, he was the Pope of the Funeral Association, and now he’s closely coborating with the Martial Arts Association.


    How could he not even be qualified to attend a gathering?


    "Haha, that’s just a rumor. If I wanted to attend, it would be a piece of cake, wouldn’t it? Frankly, while we’re all kings anointed by the temple, we’re not even in the same league anymore strength-wise."


    Shadow Kims dismissively waved his hand, changing the subject. "The Prophet was always cautious, with a guard at his side. How could you easily kill him?"


    In the temple, the Prophet’s status was second only to God!


    He controlled the fates of many and could even predict the future.


    Such a character is extremely hard to eliminate!


    Indeed, the temple had been suppressed, but with mythical creatures continually appearing and the temple reemerging in the Mortal World, it seemed that the days of God manifesting were not far off.


    In such circumstances, it was obviously the best opportunity to eliminate the Prophet.


    Once the temple revived, there’d be no chance at all.


    "Of course, it was done by my good brother, Osher Reed." Ilia Danvers, chomping on a cigar, walked over to Julius Reed and pulled him close.


    At this moment, Julius Reed noticed a thick gold chain hanging around Ilia Danvers’s neck.


    Overflowing opulence!


    "Isn’t this Julius Reed?" Shadow Kims had been too hurried earlier, focused entirely on the Prophet’s death.


    Now, seeing clearly, he stepped back repeatedly, reaching for his waist. "Emperor, what do you mean by this? Teaming up with Julius Reed to deceive me?"


    Once bitten by a snake, suspicious of every rope for ten years.


    Shadow Kims was genuinely frightened of Julius Reed, and coupled with his own injuries, his strength hadn’t improved much.


    Instinctively, he retreated.


    "Bro, Mr. Ghost!" Ilia Danvers strode over, cigar in hand, pointing at Shadow Kims: "Bro, this is Osher Reed! Julius Reed was tricked by us into the Godrealm and died. Osher Reed took over his body, went back, and dealt with the Prophet. Got it?"


    With this exnation, Shadow Kims calmed down slightly.


    "Julius Reed is cunning; don’t be deceived." Shadow Kims remained cautious.


    "Rest assured, what is the Godrealm? One way in, no way out! Except for God’s servants, no one leaves alive." Ilia Danvers took a drag of his cigar, blowing smoke towards Shadow Kims’ face. "Mr. Ghost, shall we begin?"


    "As long as you’re sure he has no problems." Shadow Kims stayed vignt, carefully observing.


    But there was simply no way to tell.


    "How did the Prophet die?" He walked to the golden coffin and looked inside.


    The Prophety quietly inside, seemingly in pain before death.


    Probably suffocated to death.


    This way of dying does not damage the internal organs, making it easier for dissection and analysis.


    "The Prophet opened the Heavenly Eye, three pairs in a row, extremely tired," Julius Reed exined, "Taking advantage of his weakness, I struck unexpectedly, killing him directly. The guards, seeing the situation was bad, scattered and fled."


    "The Prophet opened the Heavenly Eye? What’s that about?" Shadow Kims became interested.


    Three Heavenly Eyes!


    To his knowledge, the Prophet hadn’t opened three pairs in many years.


    Doing so was too damaging to the body, and it took months to recover.


    "Take advantage of his illness to take his life?" Shadow Kims carefully inspected and found indeed that the Prophet was dead, very cleanly.


    "Well, no time to lose, let’s get started." He extended his hand, and a servant immediately delivered white gloves.


    Click!


    In an instant!


    All the lights in theboratory turned red.


    Especially eerie and terrifying.


    Shadow Kims circled around the coffin a few times.


    The reason for using a golden coffin was due to the Prophet’s special nature.


    Capable of freely entering and exiting the Godrealm.


    To prevent the Godrealm from detecting the Prophet’s death and injecting another personality into his body, they had to prepare a golden coffin.


    If anything went wrong, they would close the lid at once!


    Even as God’s servants, there would be no chance of escape.


    The temple’s fear of gold is inherent.


    It seems there has been no solution to it for thousands of years.


    "When did this guy be an expert?" Julius Reed whispered on the side.


    Based on Ilia Danvers’s previous words, Osher Reed didn’t know Shadow Kims had this expertise.


    Otherwise, Ilia Danvers wouldn’t let him guess.


    "Since the temple’s demise, Mr. Ghost has been researching temple-rted matters. Our manufactured Monk Soldiers, he was involved. Without him, we couldn’t have finished the research so quickly."


    Ilia Danvers patted Julius Reed’s chest: "Don’t underestimate Mr. Ghost, the guy’s been researching for thousands of years, his knowledge runs deep."


    Shadow Kims, fully immersed in research, was extremely excited.


    It’s the Prophet!


    The one closest to God!


    His dream dissection subject, dissected today atst.


    Shadow Kims carefully undid the Prophet’s clothes, holding a sharp knife, slicing little by little from the chest.


    Everything has a principle.


    Shadow Kims believes in seeing to believe.


    The Prophet must have the most special existence to perfectly undertake such a responsibility.


    Years of studying the temple, Shadow Kims had gained considerable insight.


    His knife was sharp, directly slicing through the Prophet’s body.


    The internal organs were not unusual.


    The same as ordinary people.


    After confirming this, he pressed down the Prophet’s head with one hand, ready to open the skull.


    The most crucial part was the Prophet’s skull.


    Shadow Kims was even certain, there must be something in the head.


    But at this moment.


    The Prophet suddenly opened his eyes!


    His mouth lunged forward to bite!


    ng!


    Shadow Kims was prepared, reversed the surgical knife, stabbing it instantly!


    Into his mouth!


    Click!


    The sharp de was actually bitten off!


    "Damn it! The Prophet really is troublesome! Doesn’t rest even in death!" Shadow Kims took a step back, instantly wielding two golden daggers in his hand!


    The Prophet in the golden coffin sat up straight!


    ng! ng!


    Shadow Kims, quick-witted, flew and kicked directly, throwing him back, stabbing the two daggers into his forehead and chest!


    The golden daggers pierced through the Prophet’s body, embedding into the coffin.


    The previously wildly moving Prophet’s body fell silent.


    "What’s going on?" Julius Reed asked from afar.


    He knew the Prophet must have had a backup n, but didn’t expect a corpse to still be able to do this.


    However, remembering the scene of the Prophet controlling this puppet in the room, it wasn’t all that surprising.


    "From what it seems, after the Prophet’s death, something from within the temple entered his body," Shadow Kims had just finished saying when his eyes instantly squinted to a slit!


    He drew the longsword from his waist with a reverse grip and swung!