Soshiyang knew very well that until now, many Adas could not accept the fact that a human being became the Phoenix King. Even though Doral had already promoted Soshiyang's bloodline, there were still people who were sarcastic about Soshiyang's identity, whether in the city or in the parliament.
In fact, he himself doesn't care about this, but if he wants to rectify the armed forces of the royal court, he must have everyone - especially those Si Zhan and the bishop, who were convinced. Soshiyan could feel that although those people were subject to their command, they were resistant and reluctant from the bottom of their hearts.
But when the truth comes to an end, Soshiyang felt something in his heart that was unforgettable-
absurd.
Who would have thought that he, the commander of the Astart War, would now stand in the temple of a different race and witness the miracle of a different race god?
I'm afraid that the Asian Space can't make such a joke, right?
I don't know why even his mind was a little confused, and many things flashed through his mind.
Will the emperor know this?
Will the confusing person know?
Will those people in Makado know?
Will Master Shi know?
What exactly made him get to what he is today step by step?
Does he look like a funny clown now?
Is this also in the plan of Asuyan?
While he was thinking about it, he felt that the spiritual bone staircase was as light as cotton at his feet. It was not until he almost touched the brazier that he realized that he had arrived.
Wearing armor, he held the Holy Grail, paused for a moment, and then turned around. At this moment, he could overlook all Adas, who were slightly raised and stared at themselves. Whether it was soldiers, civilians, prophets, or scholars, their expressions were strange and surprisingly similar, either expectation, contempt, hope, or mockery...
Can just a ball of fire make them change?
Soshyang looked down at the Holy Grail in his hand, and suddenly he remembered something, as if Xerxes's parent star also had the belief in worshiping flames, among which...
There should be some connection, right?
In fact, Soshiyang didn't know how to use this thing. In fact, he hadn't looked at it carefully several times, but he could feel the temperature in his palm spreading on the Holy Grail.
Asuyan, Asuyan—
Suddenly, he heard a tiny sound in his ears, as if thousands of sounds were intertwined.
The first phoenix, the original phoenix, the father of creation, the father of soul—
The sound became closer, and Soshyan could feel the Holy Grail getting hot, and the temperature was transmitted back to his palm.
Asuyan! Asuyan!
The voice gradually changed from whispering to roaring, and turned into the roar of millions of people.
Suddenly, he realized that the voice was not far away. He saw the gaze below, and the contempt and mockery turned into heat. All Ada was calling, and they were so eager for their Father God...
Soshiyan was a little unresolved, but when he thought of the Emperor and the scene where countless people flocked to the church, he understood.
The next second, a platinum flame rose from the Holy Grail.
The eternal father, Asuyan—
Doral was the first to cheer, and the other Adas then made a sound of thundering mountains and thunder. Their fierce spiritual power even formed a huge phoenix in the smoke, and slowly soared around the pyramid dragging the smoke, as if the fallen god was once again reborn in the fire and returned to his own people.
Soshiyang pursed his lips, pressed his complicated mood, and then turned around. He didn't know how to light the brazier, so he subconsciously slanted the Holy Grail like pouring wine, as if he was about to pour the flames inside into the brazier.
But this directly caused a sudden result.
Amid the screams of everyone, the Asuyan Holy Fire, which fell into the brazier, suddenly rose, rushed up dozens of meters high, and then sprinkled onto the pyramid.
Soshiyang didn't react for a while. When he realized that something was wrong, he was already covered with steaming flames. However, although surrounded by flames, he only felt a slight heat, as if he was being shrouded in the spring sun.
But the dazzling fire blurred his vision, and everything in front of him seemed to be distorted, as if he had fallen into an unconscious dream.
When he covered his eyes with his hands and tried to see clearly what was going on, he found that he was standing on a warm stone surface. The rock was shining with light and still looked as gray as charcoal. Not far ahead, a ball of huge spherical fire as big as the sun was burning fiercely and quietly.
Looking in, you can find that the center of the flame is actually a drop of pure transparency.
It looks so far away, but so close.
Soshyang twitched his slightly burning eyelids and reached out toward the fireball and the transparent crystals inside.
Hot - boiling - scorching -
Soon the light disappeared, and Soshiyang found himself standing on a red path, but he seemed to experience the feeling of falling into the flames again. The rivers of tumultuous flames flowed on both sides of the path, and statues of Aida rose and fell in the river, but they did not burn with the waves of fire, just like elves floating in the sea of ​​fire.
Soshiyan took a step forward, enduring the dryness and heat. Although the path below her feet slowly turned into a path of greystone, the sides also changed from fire to dying Mars and flying ashes.
Going forward, the road that turned into black stones, the heat and ash were finally able to die forever, becoming a long bridge built by the cold and ruthless black stone chains and chains. The water surrounding the lake under the bridge had long cracked into dark red magma, and even a shiny lava bubble would not swell, just like the completely extinguished Asuyan fire.
Soon, he reached the end of the Black Stone Road, a semicircular Black Stone Judgment Platform, with a huge statue wearing gorgeous armor, which made Soshyan feel familiar.
Then he realized that this was what he was like. At this time, he was kneeling on one knee and stretching out his right hand forward. There was a ball of platinum flame in the palm of the open hand, and the flames kept flowing around.
In front of the statue, a slender figure stood, which surprised Soshiyang even more—
It was Veronica, her hair was tied tightly with a bone pin, her pale cheeks were covered with red tears, and she was wearing a plain white robe, which was the color of death and mourning.
“Veronica…”
Soshiyang walked over carefully. The other party's mourning clothes made him feel a little weird and palpitations, as if it represented a bad omen.
Before Soshiyang could approach, the other party's lips, painted black, shook slightly and said a little.
"Don't believe the way they arranged for you."
Chapter completed!