Chapter 1055 Sun God: Gretel, are you here? Let’s talk?
The ceremony in the square went on in an orderly manner.
Gretel and others on the side of the square were peering through the window.
"Wow, there are so many gold and silver statues in the square!"
At first glance, Serila was attracted by the flash of gold and silver.
Grete looked intently in the direction of her finger, and saw that the square where the nobles and priests stood was covered with fine white sand. And in the middle of the white sand, there were various kinds of sculptures, large and small, glittering with gold and silver.
:
Alpaca, llama, fox, guinea pig, turkey, conch...
Although the smallest one is only the size of a knuckle, and the largest one is not as big as a palm, so many gold and silver sculptures are thrown in the middle of the white sand like pebbles on the beach. This level of luxury still makes Gretel lightly.
Take a breath.
"These are all cast by craftsmen in the royal capital."
At some point, the priest of the sun god who was responsible for accompanying them had already come to Gretel. He pointed at the sculptures on the beach and sighed softly:
"Alas, the relocation of the royal capital here has really resulted in heavy losses. In the past, the statues on the beach would have been at least twice as large as they are now. Half of them were made of gold, and they were much larger than they are now...
"
Grete also wanted to sigh. In his opinion, this kind of behavior of throwing gold and silver statues on the beach was a complete disregard of wealth and people's power. At this time, the other party was still lamenting that he was much poorer now than in the past.
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"Ah, by the way, why is there a beach in this square?" He suddenly realized:
"I remember this place should be on a plateau. Even if there are rocks and weathered gravel, it shouldn't be like this, right?"
"These sands were brought back from the coast, symbolizing the connection between the sacred mountain peaks and the mother of the ocean, Mamakocha." The middle-aged priest proudly puffed up his chest, and after a moment, it collapsed again:
"In the former royal capital, these sands came from the purest white sand beach. The sea outside the beach would emit pure blue light at night - that was the long hair of the mother of the ocean. Moreover, the white sand beach would also be mixed with sacred
pink conch…”
He sighed sadly:
"Those pink conches that only come from the northern coast can no longer be found... Even if we replace them with conches made of gold and silver, we can't perfectly harness the power of Mother Ocean as before..."
...By the way, what are you trying to do to harness the power of the ocean on a plateau of more than 3,000 meters?
Grete looked sideways. In the time of these few words, the conch trumpet was blown high for the second time, and a long row of sedans was carried into the square by the attendants.
There was a person sitting on top of each sedan chair. No, when the sedan chair came a little closer, Grete narrowed his eyes slightly:
They were not living people, but mummies dressed in gorgeous costumes. Their remains had been dehydrated and embalmed, and were well preserved, with each person's facial features clearly visible.
From the top of the sedan, a thin piece of black smoke hangs down, and the sedan curtain generally blocks the blazing sunlight from the ceiling. And these mummies sit quietly on the low stool in the center of the sedan, looking at the outside world through the curtain -
—
They are really watching, really reacting to everything in the outside world. Gretel can feel the inexplicable pressure coming from those Mu Nayin without even using his mental energy.
——Well, the ecstasy of Black Crow Swamp...
Gretel could almost imagine how Brother Linn would be salivating if he saw these Mu Na Yin here, or if Archmage Heins, who presides over the research institute in the Eagle Kingdom, were here.
Probably, he would empty out all his treasures and pay whatever price he can, and also want to get a Mummy Yin to study, right?
"These are the past kings of the kingdom." Beside them, the sun priests stood up respectfully, bowing their heads in silence. And the attendants and servants who followed, one by one, were already prostrate on the ground:
"Dear distinguished guests, please show your respect to the late king."
Gretel curled his lips and stood up. The sedans passed one by one, and next to each sedan were four attendants, holding long feather dusters dyed bright red, pretending to brush away the mosquitoes and flies that came up.
:
Although in Grete's opinion, these actions were completely unnecessary. He had already seen several insects falling silently into the black smoke outside the sedan. These undead creatures were not weak...
Behind the sedan, in addition to the attendants, there were also nobles wearing gorgeous robes, gold bracelets and gold earrings, serving their monarch like ministers. These sedans were carried one by one, landing at various locations in the square, as if in a
Protect the entire square.
After the mummy's sedan chair, the sacred conch trumpet was blown for the third time. This time, Gretel saw a particularly gorgeous and complicated high priest, holding a long wooden staff, walking slowly out of the crowd. He stood in the crowd
Ahead, open your arms and raise your head to the sky:
"Oh, sun, our father—"
He shouted loudly. The crowd around him fell silent, one by one, and bowed their knees in worship, like waves of wheat blown down by the wind. Among the crowd, only one person still stood upright and walked step by step to the high priest:
"This is the king! Bow down!"
The Sun Priest lowered his voice to remind. Gretel didn't want to argue with him, so he lowered his head slightly and tried to raise his eyes to look up. Cerela had already said "Huh":
"He's not wearing a crown!"
"He is wearing a royal tassel." Grete pulled the silver dragon girl and asked her to show her superficial respect. Idian's explanation had already sounded in the spiritual connection:
"Cerila, look at the red ribbon wrapped around his head - it is made of the best alpaca hair, mixed with the feathers of condors, red parrots, umbrella birds, and many other kinds of monsters.
Made.”
Serila squinted her eyes and looked over carefully. She looked up and down, looking around, and muttered:
"Not very strong..."
It's just a monster! The power response on this belt is not strong at all! If she catches such a level of monster by herself, she can catch dozens of them a day, which is not enough to fit between her teeth!
"Each country has its own customs. In this country, only this red belt is the symbol of the king. And you see, the cloak on his body is as delicate as silk. This is a small cloak specially for the royal family.
Alpacas, only Sun Virgins can weave them."
Serila snorted and stopped talking. The high priest chanted a long sacrificial verse and pointed at the king:
"Great Sun God, our father! Please let your sons become conquerors and plunderers of all mankind. We revere you and offer sacrifices to you. Please also satisfy our requests and let us enjoy prosperity.
and happiness..."
Amidst the chanting, the pure white alpacas were led forward one by one and pushed to the ground. The bronze knife in the priest's hand slit their throats and let their blood spray into the stone trough.
Blood dripped into the stone basin below. Grete frowned and looked around:
The breath of the undead became turbulent. The Mu Na Yin kings sitting around the square opened their eyes one after another, greedily absorbing the power of death.
They are pure white alpacas that are specially fed for sacrifices and have at least level five magical beast power. Their blood, their life force, rises upward like light smoke.
Half of it was thrown into King Minaoyin's palanquin, and the other half rose, rose, rose...
Something came. Something opened its eyes, happily, greedily, sucking in the power. The whole square seemed to darken, and then seemed to get brighter, filled with a thin mist of blood.
.
After the alpaca, there are various other magical beasts. A big fish as tall as a person caught from the sea (Gretel couldn't imagine how such a big fish was delivered to the royal capital alive);
When unfolded, the shell is huge enough for an adult to lie down inside;
Then to the burly and majestic jaguar, to the macaw with bright feathers, to all kinds of big birds...
All kinds of magical beasts that Gretel could think of and unexpectedly had their throats cut one by one, their blood was drained, and their hearts were cut open. The power in the square boiled more intensely, and the expressions of the priests became more and more nervous:
On the magic staffs in their hands, the streamers automatically connected to each other without wind, as if forming a huge barrier. Blocked at the edge of the square, in front of the king and nobles who were watching the sacrifice:
These are the people who believe in you!
This is not a sacrifice to you!
Get out!
Go back to the center of the square!
Grete clearly felt that some boiling power was about to pounce on the nobles, but was blocked by the ribbon of the staff and retreated. He pounced on the sacrifices and ate and drank.
Those strong and fleshy monsters shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and even turned into gray smoke, scattering on the ground.
Of course, in the center of the square, the clergy who perform sacrificial tasks can only rely on themselves. The robes of each priest are glowing with a dull golden light, and it seems that they cannot protect themselves otherwise.
Working in pairs, they dragged the slaves as human sacrifices to the center of the square and pushed them to their knees. There, a burly priest swung a heavy bronze battle ax and chopped off the slave's head with one blow;
Or, cut their bodies in half and let their blood dye the white sand red;
Some human animals had their limbs cut off, their bodies dismembered, their bodies disemboweled...
Some human beings cannot even die immediately, but have to toss and moan and endure great pain. Gretel frowned, feeling the boiling atmosphere in the center of the square and above the square:
It seems that the pain itself can provide strength to the gods who enjoy the sacrifice. The more pain there is, the more intense the heavy pressure from the gods becomes. Gretel frowned:
Whether it was the teacher, Elder Wood, Elder Tapros, or Elder Fahim, they all complained to him. A god who relied on blood sacrifices to survive would have basically reached the end of his rope if he had not been young.
Is the situation of the Sun God... very bad?
No matter what he thought, the Sun God still enjoyed her sacrifice comfortably. Finally, bronze-colored golden light, like the setting sun, shone on the entire square:
The blood, smoke, white sand, and even the gold and silver sculptures on the white sand were all swept away. The golden light burped, became slightly brighter, and leisurely wandered around the square.
Suddenly, it shone through the window spirit, sweeping away the barrier previously released by Rosia, and gently enveloped Grete.
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