Chapter 1058 Archmage Baierbo: Who is that! Don’t hurt my little junior brother!
"Blood sacrifice? No!
!”
Gretel almost jumped up. In fact, if it weren't for sitting lazily on the wool blanket, his whole body posture was not strong enough, and his athletic ability was not strong, he might have really jumped up——
Blood sacrifice!
Massive blood sacrifice!
"How many people do you want to kill?" he asked in a trembling voice:
"How many people do you need to kill?! - Isn't today's blood sacrifice enough?"
"Today is just a small-scale blood sacrifice." On the wool blanket opposite, the Sun Saint - or in other words, the Sun God Viracocha's child's hole was flowing with golden light, and her voice was dull:
"If you want me to recover a little bit, even temporarily, these people are not enough. Ten times is just enough for me to take a breath. If I want to do something big, it will take at least a hundred times!"
She, or she, had an indifferent expression and a calm tone. Her eyes looking outside the hall were like the statue of a god in the middle of the hall, overlooking the humans worshiping in front of her——
Grete shuddered slightly.
This look is like looking at livestock, like looking at ants. However, God can look at humans like this, especially the humans who worship him and worship him. From a human perspective, he himself cannot stand by and watch——
Although he is a magician from Nevis and a nature priest with half elf blood, he has no emotional connection with these indigenous residents and is very different in terms of status.
However, whether from the perspective of a healer, a doctor, or simply a civilized person, there is an old saying that goes well:
I can't bear to see him die.
Gretel quickly turned his mind. He must persuade, but he must pay attention to a method. He must make the Sun God feel that he is standing in his position——
"How many people are there in your entire kingdom? In the Sifang Kingdom, the largest number of local officials in each kingdom is 40,000 households. Plus the territory directly under the king's jurisdiction, the maximum...is only 300,000 households? 400,000 households?"
Viracoca, the sun god, did not answer. Maybe he didn't bother to answer, maybe he didn't know the answer. Gretel didn't wait for him to speak, and continued eagerly:
"Even if there are five people in a household, two million people are a big deal, right? Killing 10,000 people at once, how much damage will it do to the country's strength? How many people do you have left to kill? How can you still carry out such a large-scale blood sacrifice?
several times?!"
If the people killed were old people, how many people in such a poor kingdom could live to old age?
If the person killed is an infant or young child, not to mention the risk of transportation on the road, parents who are heartbroken after losing their child will try their best not to have more children, or even drown the baby and abandon it;
If those who are killed are young adults... out of two million people, if a few dozen young adults are killed just because of blood sacrifices, there will be big problems in production and life in all parts of society!
In the Kingdom of Eagles, those who were used for blood sacrifices were all prisoners and invaders, so Grete did not say anything; but here... those who were used for blood sacrifices were all citizens of the kingdom!
Even if they are slaves, it cannot change the fact that they are citizens!
"Don't you know that these citizens and the faith they provide are the stable source of your strength? Only when their faith is firm can your strength be strong. Only when their number increases can your strength expand?"
"So what." The Sun God replied coldly. It was hard for Gretel to imagine that a god with the sun as his priesthood would comment in such a cold tone:
"They are my citizens and my slaves. If I can't hold on any longer, what else do I need them to do?"
"But -" Grete said anxiously. Viracocca suddenly raised his eyes, the golden light in his eyes was like lightning, which forced Grete's chest to feel tight:
"But I can't wait any longer. The invaders from the north have seriously injured me, and I haven't recovered yet. Over the years, I have become weaker and weaker - and the danger is still approaching! I have a premonition that I will fall.
The danger is coming!"
Is the Holy See about to invade again? Gretel suddenly raised his head and looked to the north - or, in his opinion, it might be the direction of the north.
If he is a member of the Glory Holy See and wants to completely annex this kingdom, then the first step is to find a few legends to besiege this injured demigod——
Beat it until it dies completely, or beat it until it falls into a deep sleep, unable to answer any prayers. Then, happily capture the royal family, capture the priests, and plunder the people...
The Sun God obviously also knows this. Therefore, even if he drinks poison to quench his thirst, he must regain some strength as soon as possible.
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If forced to the point of life and death, maybe the sun god will order a blood sacrifice for all the citizens so that he can survive?
"How long do you have?" Grete said softly. "How long will it take for that crisis to come? Before that, is it possible to heal some of your injuries? Let's think of other ways..."
"It won't be long." The Sun God's first words made Gretel's heart sink:
"In two more months, the days will be the shortest and the sun's power will be at its weakest. If the enemy wants to launch an attack, they will definitely choose that day. If I want to fight, I must recover, or partially recover, before that day."
"There are still two months, right?" Gretel blurted out. The shortest day is the winter solstice - oh, this is the southern hemisphere, so it should be the summer solstice in the northern hemisphere. By the way, what month is it now?
Since arriving in the Land of Eagles, the dry and rainy seasons have passed, and the rainy and dry seasons have been lost once we reach the rainforest. The days have completely passed by...
No matter, there are still two months anyway. Gretel shook his head vigorously and continued to try to persuade:
"There are still two months! If it really comes to a life-and-death moment, I won't stop you - but for now, how about we try our best and use other methods to help you recover a little bit?"
He stood up from the blanket, paced back and forth, and spoke faster and faster. On the map outlined by [Silent Phantom], a long straight line was drawn, pointing to the center of the forest:
"It won't even take ten days to fly from here to the secret realm at full speed. You first gather a batch of supplies, and we will fly to the secret realm and conduct an experiment to let you see the effect. If it works, you can gather a large amount of supplies.
To obtain the gifts of the world..."
The Sun God frowned and said nothing. Grete looked at him sincerely:
"Can you let me take a look at your injuries? Or, maybe, I can..."
"presumptuous!"
The Sun God shouted angrily. Seeing Gretel subconsciously leaning back to avoid his anger, his eyes were still clear and concerned. He paused and sighed quietly:
"Forget it, I'll let you take a look... Little guy, with your power, even if you see it, what can you do..."
The golden light suddenly skyrocketed. A hazy golden mist shrouded from the void, covering Gretel into a boundless space with no top, no bottom, no distance, no near, and no bounds.
In the guest house next to the temple, Idian, Cerela, and Losiya looked back at the same time.
Above the temple, the sound of breaking through the air came closer and closer. Archmage Baierbo drove the airship, slowed down and circled, constantly correcting the direction with the compass:
"Here...here...should be very close...right here...ah, I feel it, little Gretel is down here..."
Before confiscating the airship, I tried to talk to the owner of this place. When I sensed it, a golden mist suddenly surged, swallowing up Gretel's breath!
Archmage Baierbo:!
!
"Then who! Don't hurt my little junior brother!"
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