Chapter 619 The Prophet of God

619 The Prophet of God

Back on Earth, the war between the rising kingdoms went into pause.

The gigantic Tesseract of a world that breached the three dimensions of the New Jerusalem continued to stand over the region.

To the West was the mighty Grecco-Roman Empire, which was now a world of forming metals. Even the seas changed into metal as the strange living being continued to grow out.

Often, the nations would launch attacks on the growing metal weeds to stop them from spreading. noVe/lb-1n

But these two superpowers had been constantly bombarded by battles and attacks from the Unlocked army.

The battles caused growth between both sides. Powerful and intelligent Pioneers had appeared from the constant wars and battles, and some were even gifted by Alexander and Pridgeon with pseudo-thrones and fought against the generals of the Unlocked armies.

From werewolves to zombies to vampires and even the undead, the two kingdoms managed to resist everything.

But the most deadly was a recent expedition that forced the Overcomers to move as a trap was made by the two kingdoms in their attempts to kill the Unlocked armies harassing.

The result of the battle was a stalemate. The two Presiders had very little to gain after the battle, but it forced the retreat of the Unlocked.

Pridgeon and Alexander saw each other after nearly a week of lengthy battles. Finally, in a strange world outside of the three dimensions, both met. Pridgeon hosted the location, and a feast was prepared before them.

"Our plan failed..." Alexander sighed. His appearance was vastly different now as he was surrounded by many metals that were hyper-spheres, tesseracts, and other multi-dimensional shapes that were being reflected on the third dimension.

"Nice weaponry. I see that you've been going all out with your techs. With the cat out of the bag and no Presider in sight, you're finally letting loose on your developments." Pridgeon smiled.

"And I see you've risen to a shocking extent. I thought you'd remain a weakling since you relied on devouring Crostfree's technology. But here you are, and you've even created a massive structure. It's like there is a world inside of it."

"Crostfree already had some wonderful ideas. But he was uninspired. You see, the information about the history of this world is very vital to understanding growth. Crostfree, and perhaps, you, yourself, are simply looking in the wrong direction." Pridgeon smiled.

"Hmp. So that little Presider's Claim was actually that important? I see now. The Primordial left perhaps one of the most important pieces of information. Presiders who chose that Claim to learn of the history also find very important hints and clues to growing truly powerful. But such a Claim would be very risky. You become a Low-tier, not even lower. Except for the technology of a Throne, you are simply a Pioneer!"

"Right. Perhaps the Primordial thought of using that to test many. Who will dare jump to get this info and risk being killed or tortured by Presiders? Even our society teaches that this history is unimportant. But now, even Principals cannot claim it as that option is only available during the first claim!"

"I applaud you for such courage. Your survival now truly isn't luck. You simply surpassed others as a Conqueror. In any case, why have you called me? I thought that our little alliance was over?"

"It seems that the army of the Lost Primordial has infiltrated our ship. I created a relay of ships by causing the three dimensions to collapse, and I received a broadcast from the coming Orbital. Surprisingly, the infiltration worked. This means that Principal Dormin allowed them on the ship. But... there is a recording that I want you to hear..." Pridgeon snapped his finger, and the world began to play out the recording.

"You want me to send a message to Earth? Alright. Um... Honey. I hope you guys are ok. I don't think I can say anything more but assure you I'm fine. Please keep safe. You and our daughter. I love you both. See you soon. What? Add more? Who will I talk to? And won't I be giving information if I'm not careful? A yo mama joke? Now not the time for that!"

Alexander listened to the strange recording, and somewhere halfway, he motioned to stop the audio.

"That was the message? It didn't mean anything. I tried to decrypt it using whatever means I had, but none showed anything other than what that call meant. This means the call itself was either a sign or a message that only leaders of the Lost Primordial's army knew. It could be a simple message that means 'we're alright' or 'we're dead.'"

"But the fact that they were able to send this message, and from what I can decipher, the sender, whoever he is, is very calm. He isn't worried at all. I would consider that he was drugged, but this shows that they are in a good position to make a broadcast and are not hindered by the other Presiders."

"I already know of this. What is it that you want to say?" Alexander asked impatiently.

"Like you, Crostfree was not a regular Presider. He was, as Garenjazz puts it, the Presider that Prime Defiant wanted to invest in.

Alexander nearly stood up in the news. He knew that Prime Defiant's incarnation of Marrho was currently one of the best of Presiders. But he didn't know that there was another!

"Marrho communicated to this ship. He knew that Crostfree was dead and I killed him, but he used his link to update me and ask me things about the Earth Presiders."

Alexander's expression turned serious.

"I see this information has piqued your interest." Pridgeon chuckled.

"What do you want?"

"Information. Information about Principals and what power they hold differently to us Presiders. You may not have it, but you know of it. If you give me this information, I'd be glad to share what Marrho told me."

"Principals are born when we achieve Dimensional Upholding. You know that this means the ability to wield the dimensions as you, please. Top Tier Presiders are naturally able to do this, but Top Tiers like Garenjazz have something else that made them Presiders that could surpass many Principals. They could already touch on something that only Principals can see. A fifth dimension. When you master and can wield the three dimensions, it means you are already a fourth-dimensional being. As a Fourth Dimensional being, the challenge is to interact with the higher dimension. But the fifth dimension is a very complicated dimension. There is a universal dimension that is accessible to all. Two forces exist in this dimension that dictates the life of a person. Fate pushes a person to be headed in a certain direction, as a writer of a story would direct situations and scenarios that propel the main character in this direction. The other is Destiny. It is a fixed point that works either with or against Fate. It's like an author who has already set that a character would die at a certain point in that story. Unlike Fate, the forces that affect this character's life draw only when he is close to his destination. In short, Fate is pointing to a direction, while Destiny is a fixed destination."

"Wow. That was surprisingly helpful!" Pridgeon laughed in glee.

"But there are other factors, other lenses if you will, on how you can see through Fate and Destiny. But generally speaking, even the weakest of Principals would have the ability to see the future far better than we can. Principals battle against the future and toy with these two power."

"...Ah. So that's what Marrho meant."

"Of course, to achieve that, we have to change our being. We are only three-dimensional beings, and even if I am an incarnation of a Principal, my current body cannot access that. Now tell me what Marrho said."

"Well, that whole thing that you just explained, the power of a Principal, it seems that the people of Earth have found a way to break that power and stop it. All the Top Tiers are affected. Whatever power they had, similar to Garenjazz's luck, is affected." Pridgeon revealed his end of the bargain.

But surprisingly, Alexander was not all that shocked.

He had a serious expression but did not voice out or ask any questions.

"You're not that surprised? I thought you'd be shocked that something can actually stop a Principal's power!"

"What Fate and Destiny have planned, a word of a prophet is all it takes to foil it. It means Earth has Prophets."

"...I told you enough information. You'd do well to share, Alexander."

"A prophet has not existed for a long, long time. It was what caused the long wars that spanned several thousands of years. A history hidden in secret and even kept from the knowledge of those born after them. I know since my true body was there when he arrived."

"Who arrived?"

"One of the beings that appeared from the highest dimension of them all. The dimension where the Primordial wants to enter. He appeared and spoke but a mere word. Fight. And all of them, the Babelians and those that would make up Aragar, fought a long war until it was finally united back by the Primordial. The man who told us all to fight left a warning. Prophets like him would be born soon. And they will challenge everything. Pridgeon. The battle on Earth will be a very deadly one. But it also allows us to take advantage of the situation and be Principals. For the Principal will be weak!"

"Can you at least tell me who was that being that appeared?"

"He served the one that defeated the Nefilus Beast. Khanok was his name!"