"The Witch King!!! It's the Witch King!!!"
"The Sun Emperor is above!"
"I'm guilty! I'm guilty! I'm guilty!"
With the loud noises, roars and strong winds in the sky, everyone was frightened, they had never seen such things, some began to cry, some started to pray, and some started to talk nonsense.
Ricas slowly supported his body, and when he looked up, he was stunned-
A huge metal beast was stagnant at a height from the ground. It had short and clowny wings and a huge and plump body, and its abdomen was spraying blue fire downwards. It was simply the metal flying dragon in the mythology - it was the demon pet of the red-clothed witch kings.
Suddenly, a dark hole opened on the side of the beast with a harsh friction.
"Sun Emperor..."
Ricas trembled all over. A terrifying giant wrapped in silver-gray metal walked out of the metal dragon. It was so huge that it was like a moving hill. More importantly, it was already a difficult thing for him to look directly at the other person. The other person turned his back to the sun, and when he raised his head, he had to avoid the sun.
Despite this, he was able to make a judgment—
Obviously, the red-clothed witch kings were unwilling to fail and sent out their more terrifying lackeys.
Although there was almost a voice in his heart urging him to turn around quickly, escape, and escape from this invincible enemy.
However, when he saw the teacher's body, he still grabbed the scimitar beside him.
But soon, more "Witch King lackeys" appeared, and Rikas also noticed another detail...
Their armors all feature golden double-headed eagle emblem symbols.
The leader suddenly screamed.
"It's an angel! It's an angel of the Sun Emperor! I've seen the angel paintings! This is an angel! They come to take the souls of the chanter to heaven!"
The angel of the Sun Emperor?
After the bloody battle, Ricas was not only physically exhausted, but also his mind became slow, but the leader's shouts were so real.
Until people knelt on the ground and bowed, and the other party almost walked in front of him, Rikas blinked and came to his senses vaguely. However, facing such a huge metal giant, he felt that his breathing became difficult, but he still tried hard to pick up the teacher's body and lifted it up as if he was offering sacrifices - if the other party was really an angel, then let them take the teacher's soul away and return to the sun.
But nothing happened, and the giant made a sound similar to language, but he couldn't understand.
Or it's impossible to understand-
"This boy actually has the courage to hold his weapon tightly. His battle just now was full of cunning and enthusiasm."
Soshyan looked down at the boy kneeling and holding the body on the ground, turned his head to look at Andal on the side.
"A good seed, what do you think of the commander of Andal?"
Andal stared at the boy for a while, then slowly said:
"It's a pity... I'm too old."
Soshiyan looked at the boy and realized that Andal was telling the truth. According to the other party's skin and teeth, his age should be around 18 years old, and the difference would not exceed 3 years old. As for the current age of the Astartes regiment, it is a little older.
Rikas didn't know what was going on, so he could only look at the two angels looking down at him and making strange syllables. However, he could see the other person's eyes, which seemed to burn his soul and ignite. More importantly, the gaze emitted by the smaller angel was the kind he was familiar with, the look of the other person whenever he went to the Great Recitation Master for investigation, but was denied - that was the look of rejection, and the look of the most feared.
Why?
Can’t the teacher even go to heaven even if he recites the sutras for his whole life?
"And I plan to conduct a careful investigation before screening my peers in a centralized manner, which will help maintain consistency in the transformation progress."
Andal said this, and it was obvious that he was not going to ask for this boy.
Soshiyang leaned over his body and said with a smile:
"It's not impossible to transform it if you're older. I think he's okay, so I'll take it back."
After so many things, Soshiyang had a deeper experience of the so-called "arrangement of destiny". They flew in the sky for so long and went through so many settlements, but in the end it was this primitive battle of more than a hundred people that attracted his attention.
Or it was the boy who attracted his attention.
To use the word Guterra to describe it, perhaps this is called - fate.
Since you are destined to be, you don’t need to care too much about the other person’s age. Andal just nodded to this.
Then, Soshyan took a translator that had burned the low Gothic language of Nassen III from the guards and hung it in front of his mouth, which made him look like he was wearing a metal mask on the lower half of his face.
"May I have your name."
The angel spoke, but Ricas was stunned.
In fact, it is not surprising that the angels cannot understand the words. After all, how can mortals understand the language of heaven? But when the other party makes a gentle male voice, he is a little surprised.
Seeing that he did not answer, Soshiyang asked patiently again.
"May I have your name?"
"I..."
Riccis paused, and finally got the courage to answer:
"My name is Rikas."
Then he slightly raised his sore arms.
"This is my teacher, the devout chanting master Jiwusep! He strictly abides by the Sun Sutra throughout his life and is also the wisest person in the city-state!"
Soshiyang nodded.
"Are you a priest?"
"Prince? I...I am a chanter."
"So why did he die?"
Ricas opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. He felt scared. Could it be that the angel came to judge him?
"You are his disciple and should protect him. Now this chanting master has died at the hands of the barbarians. Rikas, do you have nothing to say?"
"I..."
Ricas stammered for a while, but didn't say anything, and finally he only spoke up.
"Can the teacher's soul return to heaven?"
Soshiyang then asked meaningfully:
"So do you remember what he did?"
"certainly!"
Ricas immediately told the teacher's story like a bamboo tube pouring beans, taught the children to write, directed the city-state how to resist disasters when the black storm came, and carved tens of thousands of stone slabs, established the most important library of the city-state, and acted as a mediator when many families had conflicts and conflicts over interests, marriage and other issues, so that everyone could always maintain a relatively united state, etc.
After listening, Soshiyang nodded.
"It is a great merit to work hard, not to enjoy, and to work hard to spread and protect the fire of civilization, and his soul must have been returned to the throne."
"throne..."
Ricas was a little confused.
"Is it heaven?"
"yes."
Now Ricas is a little at a loss. The other party said that the teacher's soul has reached heaven, what are he going to do next?
Chapter completed!