"When Prophecy Challenges Blood"

Chapter 6- 1960- The Nephilim War

"The shaman from Vendres is present your majesty!

Approaching the door, a guard bow making his way to the King who kept his face hidden by veils.

gran reino de gutham, escucha la voz de tu Dios, se levantará un nuevo rey que unirá a dos naciones.

"great kingdom of gutham, listen to the voice of your God, a new king will arise who will unite two nations".

The shaman enters the palace with his body trembling and weaving, his leg cloke-footed, and a crooked stick that helped him keep his foot on the ground.

The future of this kingdom does not look good your majesty! drought will befall this kingdom, blood will flow but at the end a new kingdom will arise giving hope to the new future of the Gutham kingdom.
'He continues to speak, delivery a book in his hands, casting his crooked stick on the floor, and passing the king a blank paper'.

Frr frr
'The paper flew into the sky as interrupted by a young boy dressed in a robe'.

Mmm, the future is becoming more clear, "approaching and caching the flinging paper, He says looking at the prince."

Long live the King! 'his voice shot up to the sky and passing the paper to the king!

This paper is blank! "The king remarked while flicking and looking at the paper's underside."

The destiny of this great kingdom rest on the shoulder of two young men. If you look closely, you will see that there are two worlds beyond what you can see.

Klin klin klin, "his stick jingles, revealing his leather-shoed clocked-footed legs."

The king let go of the paper beneath his palm, and it abruptly stopped at the end of a lamp stand that was positioned across the middle hallway. Strolling toward the lamp stand, bending to gaze at the paper that was starting to light up and reveal words one after the other, with a tingling of footsteps

When the prophecy is revealed on the full moon following the third day of the eve, a hermes named Gorrila will cut your skin and your skin will be fed to the dogs.

As he straightened up and let go of the paper that was beginning to burn, the king dustied his hands and raised his sword while gazing at his blunt reflection on the sword.
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A woman serving her homemade soup and straining for the large spoon that was striking her hand is shown through a window shade in the opening scene, which takes place in a closed-off hut.

She wiped off her perspiration and left her closed-off hut, spreading her feet wider apart and tilting her pelvises backward. She started walking toward the angled road, which was bordered by grasses that were starting to resemble grassroots crops.

A shadow appeared beneath the ground-level crops, yanking off her hand. Her hands were widely spaced, and her body was sloping downward. He held her tightly, letting the enormous horse footprints pass through the pathway, and then she let go of his shrug when the horses had vanished.

How dare you hold a pregnant women like that! "She secretes adrenaline."

I just saved you now! Stay put while I go out there and see what is going on because I think there is a lot of trouble there!

"By pushing her pregnancy ahead, she blocked his way.

Young man, do not waste your time keeping me here; I just left that village to remove a cow pea from my farm for my soup.
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Swords clashed, dirt clinged, and sounds emanated from the villages as "a number of horses' footsteps trailed, rampaging the entire atmosphere." The scene ended with a foot covered in mortal chains that resembled a shoe striking hard on the corpses that was starting to turn pale and moving towards others.
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Footsteps resembling those of horses appear, following the trail and the footsteps that were coming from the grass crop. He looks far ahead and notices the horse footprints, so he takes a different route, rough handling the grass crops, inspecting the undersides of the leaves, taking a sharp breath, and sprinting ahead.

In front of him, a horse was starting to snort, and he was slouching his feet and covering the dirt with his hands above his face.

Stepping down from the horse, a shadow threw and caught his sword, then slashed the man, releasing the blood-stained blade. His eyes turned white, his knee turned pale instantly, and molten blood spurted from underneath him.

Gorrilla where are you! Or are you shy by any means?

"His laugh lifted the scene to the sky, bringing it down to a quiet village that was beginning to resemble a dark, slithering village with billows of cobwebs clinging to the atmosphere on a dark bitumen sky, reptiles creeping and running forward as if they were being pursued by an unidentified spirit, hands wallowing in the sky searching for a place to balance, blood sluicing to the ground and beginning to form a stain on the brown orchard bricks cemented across the ground, eyes closing and opening, dimming on a well two grounds away from her, she lunged forward as if she had been pushed, clutching the well, and began to climb on top.
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He swung forward, his sword clinging to the floor as he made his way into the palace hallway, resting on a long, nail-studded foot stool that was beginning to pierce his skin. He let go of the stool from his buttock and cried out when he saw it slicing across his scrotum. Footsteps emarged, hands flew towards the young boy who was beginning to cling to him, caressing his arm, drawing his powerfully chained hand with visible arm-length armor, a chained waist, loose trouser that were turning red, eyes closing, and his head nodding. As the scene rewinded, it showed a shadow clitching a rope and suspending it above the well, retreating into the well and beginning to drag the women out of it while their eyes were closing.