Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later
Chapter 182 - 182 Prophet (2)

182 Prophet (2)

Diana obediently closed her eyes. In an instant, the sound of splashing water, the sharp whistle of air being torn apart, and the sound of something shattering inundated her ears.

It was as if everything was constantly lengthening, to the point that every sound was pulled into a distorted strange scream.

As a prophet, although she had a divinity manifestation that purified the entire Myriad Feet City’s plague alone, she was only a normal person in terms of physique and ability.

Regarding this, the Church publicized it as such: It’s not strange for a magic chanter proficient in life spells to purify the plague. However, an ordinary person who was the same as us yesterday can complete a miracle that even a Divine Realm mage can’t do today because of faith. This is the best proof of the existence of the Holy Spirit.

It was also because of this that the Holy Spirits Church rejected her request for magic enlightenment despite discovering that she had the talent to learn magic after an assessment. After all, with the protection of the Holy Spirits, giving her any external forces would reduce her purity as a prophet.

She had deep hopes of becoming a magic chanter, and it would be best if she were a Battle Mage who knew a lot of combat spells. That way, she wouldn’t be completely helpless about her current situation.

Although Diana felt that it was a very long time subjectively, this battle quickly ended.

“Leave him alive. We still have to rely on his wind to go to Ava State. Lower the raft and bring two buckets of water over.”

Something leaned back and fell beside Diana. She hurriedly opened her eyes and saw the magic chanter who had been protecting her being kicked to the guardrail by a sailor. A bright rapier was pressed against his neck.

Diana looked up at the three people. One of them happened to point his sword at her and asked, “Then what about her? One strike?”

“She’s the reason why we suffered so much on this trip… Let’s tie her up here and let her sink to the bottom of the sea with this unlucky ship,” the leader said. Then, he looked down at Diana and said,

“Miss, although you might not have experienced it, drowning doesn’t feel good. To put it simply, it’s as if a pair of cold hands are slowly grabbing your neck from time to time, pinching your lungs and squeezing the aura of life out of your body bit by bit…”

The person untying the sailor knot on the raft teased, “When did you become a f*cking poet?”

“I’ve always been a poet when I kill people. Also, cut the crap. Hurry up and lower the raft. Remember to give me the rope when you’re done with it.”

Diana asked calmly, “What about him?”

As she spoke, she pointed at the magic chanter beside her.

“Don’t worry, your knight won’t die. Just as he said, without his wind, there’s a high chance that we will all die if we rely on drifting on this small raft out at sea,” he shrugged and replied.

According to his previous calculations, they were very close to Ava State, and it was only a four to five-day voyage. However, this was only if they had the help of strong winds and didn’t lose their bearings. At the very least, before he saw Ava State’s coastline, this Storm-element magic chanter was indispensable.

Although he hid it very well, Diana could still see the killing intent in the other party’s eyes.

To not expose the secret that they had abandoned her, they would kill the magic chanter who had been trying to save her when they were about to reach the shore.

However, before she could remind them, the mage beside her said weakly, “If she doesn’t board the ship, I won’t summon the wind… You can row the rest of the way with your hands…”

However, the sailor said indifferently, “Don’t worry, tough guy. When the time comes, we have enough time and methods to make you change your mind.”

Then, he took the hemp rope from his companion, grabbed Diana’s slender arm, and tied her firmly to the railing.

“You probably have a few minutes to pray to the Holy Spirit you believe in and see if He will manifest His divinity to save you,” the other party said before jumping onto the floating raft with a bucket.

Looking at the gradually sinking wreckage of the warship, he finally shouted at Diana, “If there’s really a divinity manifestation, please let us be awed by it.”

Regarding this, Diana looked at the cracked bronze holy emblem on her chest and whispered, “Wasn’t that…”

Previously, she had seen the dragon attacking her and the mist that filled the surroundings in her revelations of the future.

When she rushed to the deck, she vaguely felt the projection of the Eighth Holy Spirit’s power again.

Although for some reason, the power in this mist was very weak compared to usual, she still followed the instructions and resonated this power with the phantom of the Eighth Holy Spirit not far away through the holy artifact she had always carried.

She had only been praying that the Eighth Holy Spirit could save the entire warship from the black dragon, but the Eighth Holy Spirit’s power had returned to the world through the phantom. As He finished off the black dragon in a few moves, He also finished off the entire ship.

With this in mind, some thoughts that could be called sacrilegious grew in Diana’s mind.

Therefore, what was the Eighth Holy Spirit’s true goal?

Was it the dragon or this ship?

She had heard of the mist in the Shattered Sea. The illusions wandering in it were all based on past memories. As long as one ignored them, they couldn’t affect reality. On the other hand, as long as they interacted enough with reality, they could become sufficiently real.

Diana immediately stopped when she thought of this.

Enough, stop thinking about it.

Moreover, there was nothing to think about. After all, she was about to drown here.

Diana wasn’t afraid of death.

She only felt that she had let down the mage who had been constantly protecting her. Those sailors would kill him later and blame his death on the shipwreck.

However, she didn’t want to pray and ask the Eighth Holy Spirit to help her resolve this last matter.

The water gradually covered her ankles, her waist, and her chest.

She could sense the Holy Spirit, the Dead, who symbolized death, quietly approaching her. It was like a person walking on water as it approached her step by step and slowly squatted in front of her.

The image of the Holy Spirit, the Dead, had always been a thin figure in a pitch-black cloak. Moreover, no living person had ever seen him take off his hood.

But Diana saw it now.

To her surprise, the other party looked like a Storm Province resident.

Gray hair, silver-gray eyes, and a pale face.

Moreover, what was even more ridiculous was that the other party actually carried the Eighth Holy Spirit’s holy emblem.

It wasn’t the Seventh Holy Spirit’s own holy emblem, but the Eighth Holy Spirit’s.

It was said that the Dead was in charge of guiding all souls to their eventual resting place, so was He bringing Her to the Eighth Holy Spirit’s divine kingdom?

“You’re still alive?”

The other party spoke?!

The Holy Spirit actually spoke?

This was the first time she had heard the Holy Spirits speak since Terra Riel went to the Dragon Bone Islands and heard the oracle from the Seven Holy Spirits!

Or can it be that everyone will hear this before they die?

Wait, what did the other party just say?

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“I’m still alive… You, you, you, who are you?” Diana immediately replied.

Just as she finished speaking, she felt the water that was drowning her begin to rapidly recede.

Then, she realized that it wasn’t the water that was receding, but the remains of the entire ship being slowly lifted into the air by an invisible force.