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Man of God

A lone journey to see the God A lot of path to choose A lot of people to learn August, the priest that left the cathedral Darron, a bounty hunter who always searching for the truth An alternative story of the world, when age of gunpowder and age of discovery combined with age of magic. When man have magic, does he become God? Or if he meet God, does he become the Man of God? Then who are Man of God?

Rockrebellion · Fantasy
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"I am Yrtia, grand daughter of lilith the first woman. Make this sacrifice to Mazuziel the Damned. My blood is the catalyst of destruction. My bones are the pillars of the kingdom of evil. My flesh are the wall that devour suffering of this world. Oh darkness of the underworld, take my soul for the everlasting eternity of the peaceful earth!"

Black clouds gathered from the horizon, thundering flash of lightning crowding the sky. The animals of the wasteland all going underground seems afraid of something. The unforeseen solar eclipse lighting the world in the dark. The forest gone silent, no cricket sound or bird chanting their song. All creature in confusion of the situation and frightened all of sudden.

Some sages of the Tower of Babylon in the east drenched in sweat. Walking back and forth and waiting the messenger. Some horses then heard from all direction nearing the tower. "Find and inform the Tower Master, the darkness is coming!"

Some old man of the magic council of Trinity Alliance rushing to The Land of Neda by teleportation magic to enter the Hall of Peace that becomes the symbol of the alliance. The council has made urgent meeting that never happened after almost a century.

"Did calamity from our grandfather era happened again?" said one old man with the white brow and moustache.

"Henry, shut up! We need to wait for the Oracle to speak".

Suddenly the iron statue at the center of the hall that have three face spoken, exactly the sad face of the statue have the lips moving and said "Prepare for peace after the messiah come, blood of the unclean will becomes a sea".

Confused expression drawn on the all person on the hall. Three man with royalty clothing sees at each other, the biggest one of them then speak "I suggest us to fortify the border defensive line, forbid the entry of anything".

"Neda can't do that, our economy will be destroyed with the isolation, how about you henry?" said the other man.

"I as the leader of Verance can't do that too, maybe we can keep the economy rolling around us three kingdoms, but i can't guaranteed the smuggler from the sea" said Henry The White Brow of Verance.

"Gar will provide the elite troops and equipment for our border, how about that? We then hire all earth magus to make our defense lines a natural fortifications to focusing our spot. We never know if the destruction is from the west, east, north, or south" said the big man.

"All right Albus, I, Will of The Land of Neda will support the logistics for our defense and started to maximize the trade routes in our territory. Henry shall find the earth magus and labor for the construction" said Will the old man with a lot of jewelry and gold.

Henry smiled then answered "Consider it done!". That ends the urgent meeting of the Trinity Alliance, all three leaders and his advisor then started to exit the hall with teleportation magic too.

Servant with white clothes are more busy today, the meeting room of the Holy Churches crowded with people. "All of the god messenger, heed the call of your pope! I am Libre the Cardinal of Sicily bringing you the order from the Holy Pope! Now is the time for our rising! God has given the signal for war! A war that might cost your life! A war of goodness and evil! Our Holy Church will be the vanguard of humanity! Raise your voices, raise your arm, raise your everything for our church and humanity!"

The crowd yelled in unison "For our church! For humanity! For our church! For humanity!".

On a huge throne room, a group of people gathered. "How are you all?" a cheered voice of a young man sounded from the sides.

"My prince, all the minister have gathered" said an old man that stand in front of the crowd.

"I see you all are fine, so this is my father decree" said the young man after clearing the throat he said again "You all relax, my father said the war will be in the west and not near our Kiev. You all can disperse" smiling then the Prince walking out of the throne room. "You all heard that!" the old man than walked out with relaxed face. The crowd too then dispersed with happy expression.

"That bastard fake priest should be going west to the forest" Darron said to himself. "Even the sky falling down, you'll taste my unforgiving blade!" he started running like crazy.