182: Chapter 182 The Child of Prophecy! The Old Priest's Fanaticism!

"Haa... haa..."

The Old Priest made a sound like a broken bellows in his throat. He raised his head, his wrinkled old face twisted, eyes wide open, the whites of his eyes bloodshot.

It wasn't suspicion.

It wasn't fear either.

It was a kind of extreme, fanatical excitement.

His body trembled violently from excessive excitement, his withered lips opening and closing repeatedly, wanting to say something, but unable to make any sound because his emotions were too overwhelming.

Two lines of turbid, old tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, leaving two wet streaks on his furrowed face.

He looked at the white-clothed figure on the altar, his gaze shifting completely from initial scrutiny and utilization to fanatical worship and faith.

Su Changge's heart skipped a beat.

What is going on with this old man?

Could it be that the Special Effect: Lightning Rod from just now was too intense and fried his brain?

Just as Su Changge was secretly speculating, the Old Priest suddenly made a move that left him stunned.

With a "thump" sound.

The Old Priest no longer knelt on one knee, but prostrated his entire body, performing a full kowtow to Su Changge.

That aged head knocked heavily against the cold stone slab, making a dull sound.

Immediately after, he used all his strength to cry out in an ancient, hoarse, trembling tone.

His voice clearly entered the minds of everyone present through mental fluctuations.

"The prophecy... it's the prophecy! It's true!"

The Old Priest's voice was choked with sobs, filled with the ecstasy of something lost and found.

"The ancient prophecy has been fulfilled!"

Su Changge frowned slightly, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Prophecy? What prophecy?

Before he could figure it out, the Old Priest's fanatical shouting ignited the entire tribe.

"After the divine punishment, the Child of the Blood Moon will descend from beyond the heavens!"

"He is dressed in clothes from another world, his appearance peerless in this world!"

"He shall wield the power of the gods, act on behalf of divine punishment, and cleanse the tribe of the unclean!"

With every sentence the Old Priest shouted, the bodies of the Bloodline Tribesmen kneeling below trembled a little more.

Their expressions shifted from confusion and shock to sudden realization, finally turning into a fanaticism identical to that of the Old Priest.

That's right! The prophecy! The ancient prophecy that had been passed down in the tribe for thousands of years!

How had they not thought of it before! Was this "Divine Envoy" who descended from the sky not the "Child of the Blood Moon" from the prophecy?

He wore strange clothes they had never seen before! He possessed a countenance that even the Blood Moon would be eclipsed by! The "divine punishment" he had just unleashed, had it not just cleansed the "traitors" in the tribe?

Everything matched up!

Su Changge stood on the altar, listening to the "prophecy content" shouted by the Old Priest, feeling completely bewildered.

What is all this nonsense? I'm wearing a school uniform, big brother! Being handsome is natural, does that count as a prophecy? As for cleansing the traitors... wasn't that forced by you guys?

This old man's imagination is way too strong!

Su Changge felt that the development of events was racing towards a direction he couldn't comprehend at all.

He just wanted to show off a bit, save his life, and see if he could find a way home. How did he become some Child of Prophecy?

Just as he was in a daze, the Old Priest had already shouted the final and most crucial sentence of the prophecy. His voice resounded throughout the world.

"The Child of the Blood Moon shall lead our clan, walk out of the cage, conquer the myriad worlds, and drink the blood of the gods!"

"Boom!"

These words exploded in the hearts of all the Bloodline Tribesmen.

Walk out of the cage! Conquer the myriad worlds! Drink the blood of the gods!

This was their generations-long yearning, the ambition carved into their bones. Desires suppressed for thousands of years were completely ignited at this moment.

"Child of the Blood Moon!"

"Child of the Blood Moon!"

It was unknown who shouted first. Immediately after, mountain-shaking shouts erupted from every corner of the square.

Thousands of Bloodline Tribesmen raised their heads, looking at Su Changge on the altar with crazy, worshipful gazes.

They were no longer looking at a "Divine Envoy," but at a king who would lead them to glory.

Su Changge looked at the sea of fanaticism below, feeling for the first time that the development of events had completely exceeded his control.

This script is wrong!

The Old Priest crawled up from the ground, tidied his robes, walked respectfully onto the altar, and came before Su Changge.

He bowed deeply, the scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a devotion that went down to his bones.

"My King!"

The Old Priest called out in an incomparably solemn tone.

This word made Su Changge's heart skip a beat.

"You have finally descended!" The Old Priest's voice was choked with emotion, "Our clan has waited for you for three thousand years!"

He turned around, facing all the tribesmen, and raised his hands high.

"The ancient prophecy has been fulfilled! Standing before us is not some Divine Envoy! He is the... king of the bloodline, destined by the prophecy to lead our clan to supreme glory!"

As his voice fell, the Old Priest knelt on one knee before Su Changge in front of everyone.

"I, the 372nd High Priest of the Bloodline Clan, pay homage to my King!"

Su Changge was completely bewildered. Is this the setup for being forced to take the throne?

But before he could react, the Old Priest's next action put him in a dilemma.

The Old Priest solemnly took something out of his bosom, held it with both hands, and raised it high above his head.

It was a ring.

The ring was blood-red all over, the material looking like neither metal nor jade, but more like some kind of solidified blood.

Complicated patterns were engraved on the ring face, and those patterns faintly glowed under the illumination of the Blood Moon, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura.

"My King, please wear it, put on your royal authority!" The Old Priest's voice was filled with an undeniable devotion, "This is the symbol of your status!"

Su Changge stared at the ring, his mind spinning rapidly.

Should he accept it or not? If he accepts, he really solidifies this identity as the "king of the bloodline." If he doesn't, will this old man turn hostile on the spot?