Soshyan knew very well that until now, there are still many Aida who cannot accept the fact that a human became the Phoenix King. Even though Doral has publicized Soshyan's bloodline, whether it is in the market or in parliament,
, some people still ridicule Soshyan's identity.
In fact, he himself doesn't care about this, but if he wants to rectify the armed forces of the royal court, he must make everyone - especially the war chiefs and bishops convinced. Soshyan can feel that although those people accept his command,
But deep down they are resisting and unwilling.
But when the real thing came to pass, Soshiyang felt a little bit in his heart for no reason -
absurd.
Who would have thought that he, the leader of the Astartes Chapter, would now be standing in a foreign temple to witness the miracle of a foreign god?
I'm afraid subspace can't make such a joke, right?
For some reason, his mind was a little confused, and many things were running through his mind.
Would the Emperor know this?
Will the deceiver know?
Will those people in Malcador know?
Will Master Shi know?
What on earth led him step by step to where he is today?
Doesn't he look like a funny clown now?
Is this also part of Asuryan's plan?
In his wild thoughts, he felt that the spiritual bone stairs were as light as cotton under 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 the Adas. They all raised their heads slightly and stared at him, whether they were soldiers, civilians, prophets, or
Scholars, their expressions are all kinds of strange, but surprisingly similar. They are either looking forward to it, contemptuous of it, hoping for it, or mocking...
Can just a ball of fire make them change?
Soshyan lowered his head and looked at the Holy Grail in his hand. Suddenly he remembered something. It seemed that Xerxes' home planet also had a belief in worshiping fire. Among them...
There should be some connection, right?
In fact, Soshyan didn't quite understand how to use this thing. In fact, he didn't even look at it carefully a few times, but he could feel the temperature in his palm spreading on the Holy Grail.
Asuryan, Asuryan——
Suddenly, he heard a faint sound in his ears, as if thousands of voices were intertwined together.
The First Phoenix, the Original Phoenix, the Father of Creation, the Father of Souls——
The sound became closer, and Soshyan could feel the Holy Grail becoming hot, and the temperature returned to the palm of his hand.
Asuryan! Asuryan!
The voice gradually turned from a whisper to a roar, to the roar of millions of people.
Suddenly, he realized that the voice was not far away. He saw the eyes below. Those contempt and ridicule turned into heat. All the Adas were calling, they were so eager for their Father God...
Soshyan couldn't understand it, but when he thought of the emperor and the scene of countless people flocking to the church, he understood it again.
The next second, white-gold flames rose from the Holy Grail.
Eternal Father, Asuryan—
Doral was the first to cheer, and the other Aida then made a roaring sound. Their fierce spiritual power even formed a huge phoenix in the smoke, and slowly soared around the pyramid dragging the smoke.
It was as if the fallen god was reborn from the ashes and returned to his own people.
Soshiyang pursed his lips, suppressed his complicated thoughts, and then turned around. He didn't know how to light the brazier, so he subconsciously tilted the Holy Grail like pouring wine, as if he was going to pour the flame inside into the brazier.
But this directly caused a sudden result.
Amid everyone's exclamations, the Asuryan sacred fire that fell into the brazier suddenly rose to a height of tens of meters, and then sprinkled towards the pyramid.
Soshiyang didn't react for a moment. When he realized that something was wrong, his surroundings were already filled with steaming flames. However, although he was surrounded by flames, he only felt slightly heated, as if he was being illuminated by the spring sun.
.
But the dazzling firelight blurred his vision, and everything in front of him seemed distorted, as if he had fallen into an unconscious dream.
When he covered his eyes with his hands and tried hard to see what was happening, he found that he was standing on a warm stone surface at some point. The rock was illuminated by the light and still looked as black as coal, and he was in front of him.
Not far away, a spherical fire as big as the sun burned fiercely and quietly.
Looking inside, one can see that there is a drop of pure transparency in the center of the flame.
It seems so far away, yet so close at the same time.
Soshyan twitched his slightly burning eyelids and stretched out his hand towards the fireball and the transparent crystals inside.
Hot - boiling - scorching -
Soon the light disappeared, and Soshyan found himself standing on a red path, but he seemed to experience the feeling of falling into the flames again. There were rivers of flames flowing on both sides of the path, and statues of Ada were standing on them.
The river water rises and falls, but they do not burn with the fire waves, just like elves floating in the sea of fire.
Soshyan stepped forward, enduring the dryness and heat. Although the path under his feet slowly turned into a gray stone road, the fire on both sides also turned into dying sparks and flying ashes.
Moving forward, the avenue turned into black stone. The scorching heat and gray waste finally died forever, becoming cold and ruthless black stone chains and long bridges built by the chains. The water around the lake under the bridge had long since dried up and turned into black.
The medium-dark red magma, not even a shining bubble of lava will bulge, just like the fire of Asuryan that has been completely extinguished.
Soon, he came to the end of this black stone road, a semicircular black stone judgment platform, with a huge statue on top, wearing gorgeous armor, which looked familiar to Soshyan.
Then he realized that this was what he looked like. At this time, he was kneeling on one knee, extending his right hand forward. There was a white-gold flame in the palm of the open hand, and the flame continued to flow around.
In front of the statue, stood a slender figure, which made Soshyan even more stunned——
That was Veronica, her hair was tied tightly with spirit bone pins, red tears were hanging down her pale cheeks, and she was dressed in a simple white robe, which was the color of death and mourning.
"Veronica..."
Soshyan walked over cautiously. The other party's mourning clothes made him feel a little strange and palpitating, as if it represented a bad omen.
Before Suoshiyang could get closer, the other person's black-painted lips trembled slightly and he softly uttered a sentence.
"Don't trust the path they give you."
Soshiyang frowned, but before she spoke, all kinds of images crazily entered her mind when her eyes were fixed on her, and all kinds of pictures emerged from her subconscious.