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Chapter 1160 Sun God: Gretel, are you here?Let's talk?

The ceremony on the square was carried out in an orderly manner.

Gretel and the others at the side of the square peered through the window.

"Wow, there are so many gold and silver statues in the square!"

At the first glance, Cerilla was attracted by the flash of gold and silver.

Gretel looked intently along the direction of her finger, and saw that the square where the nobles and priests stood was covered with fine white sand.In the middle of the white sand, large and small, gold and silver are brilliant, scattered with various sculptures:
Alpaca, llama, fox, guinea pig, turkey, conch...

Although the smallest is only the size of a knuckle, and the largest is no bigger than 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 extravagance still makes Gretel twitch lightly. Take a breath.

"These are all cast by the craftsmen of the royal capital."

At some point, the priest of the sun god who was in charge of accompanying them had already come to Gretel. He pointed to the sculptures on the beach and sighed softly:
"Well, the king's capital has been relocated here, and the loss is really heavy. In the past, the statues on the beach are at least twice as large as they are now. Half of them are made of gold, and they are much larger than they are now..."

Gretel wanted to sigh too.This kind of behavior of throwing gold and silver sculptures on the beach, in his opinion, is a complete disregard of wealth and people's efforts-just this, the other party is still sighing, saying that now is much poorer than before?
"Ah, by the way, why is there a beach in this square?" He suddenly realized:
"I remember that this place should be on a plateau. Even if there are gravel weathered by stones, it shouldn't be like this?"

"These sands were brought back from the coastal area, symbolizing the connection between the sacred mountain and Mamakocha, the mother of the ocean." The middle-aged priest proudly puffed out his chest, and it collapsed again in a moment:

"In the former royal capital, the sand all came from the purest white sand beach. The sea outside the beach emits a pure blue light at night-that is the long hair of the mother ocean. Moreover, on the white sand beach, there will be mixed sacred The pink conch..."

He sighed sadly:

"Those pink conch shells that can only be produced on the northern coast can no longer be found...Even if we replace them with gold and silver conch shells, there is no way to perfectly attract the power of the mother ocean..."

...In other words, what are you planning to try to attract the power of the ocean on a plateau more than 3000 meters away?

Gretel looked sideways.In the time of these few words, the conch horn was blown high for the second time, and a long row of sedan chairs were carried into the square by the attendants.

There is a person sitting on top of each sedan chair.No, when the sedan chair got a little closer, Gretel slightly narrowed his eyes:
That is not a living person, but one by one, mummies in gorgeous costumes.Their remains have been dehydrated and embalmed, and they are quite well preserved, and the features of each person are clearly visible.

From the top of the sedan chair, a thin piece of black smoke hangs down, and the sedan chair curtain blocks the blazing sun from the sky.And these mummies sat quietly on the low stools in the center of the sedan chair, looking out through the curtain of the sedan chair——

They are really seeing, really, reacting to everything outside.Gretel didn't even have to stretch out his mental strength to feel the inexplicable pressure coming from those mummies.

——Well, Black Crow Swamp ecstasy...

Gretel could almost imagine how salivating would it be if Big Brother Lynn was here, or if Archmage Haynes, who was in charge of the research institute in the Kingdom of Eagles, was here and saw these mummies.

Probably, he will empty out the treasures on his body, pay all the price he can pay, and want to get a mummy to study, right?
"This is the previous king of the kingdom." Beside him, the sun priests stood up respectfully, bowing their heads.And the attendants and servants who followed, counted as one, were already prostrate on the ground:
"Dear guest, please pay respects to the late king."

Gretel pouted and stood up.The sedan chairs passed one by one, and beside each sedan chair, there were four attendants, holding long feather dusters dyed bright red in their hands, as if trying to brush off the mosquitoes and flies that rushed up:

Although in Gretel's view, these actions are completely unnecessary.He had already seen several insects fall down without a sound when they touched the black smoke outside the sedan chair.These undead creatures are not considered weak...

In addition to the attendants behind the sedan chair, there are also nobles in gorgeous robes, gold bracelets and gold earrings, serving their monarch like ministers.These sedan chairs were dropped one by one at various positions in the square, as if they were guarding the entire square.

After the mummified sedan chair, the sacred conch horn is sounded for the third time.This time, Gretel saw a high priest in particularly gorgeous and complicated clothes, holding a long wooden staff, walking slowly out of the crowd.He stood in front of the crowd, opened his arms, and looked up to the sky:
"O sun, our father—"

he shouted loudly.The surrounding crowd became quiet, one by one, bowing their knees, like wheat waves blown down by the wind.Among the crowd, there was only one person who was still standing upright, and walked up to the high priest step by step:
"This is the king! Bow your head!"

The sun priest lowered his voice to prompt.Gretel didn't want to argue with him, so he lowered his head slightly while trying to look up.Cerilla has already let out a "huh":
"He's not wearing a crown!"

"He wears a royal tassel." Gretel tugged at the silver dragon girl, asking her to show respect on the surface.You Dian's commentary has already sounded leisurely in the telepathic connection:
"Cerilla, look, the red belt wrapped around his head - it is made of the best vicuna wool, mixed with the feathers of condor, red parrot, umbrella bird, and many other monsters. made."

Celera narrowed her eyes and looked over carefully.Up and down, looked around, muttered:
"Not very strong..."

It's just a monster!The power response on this belt is not strong at all!If she catches monsters of this level by herself, she can catch dozens of them a day, which is not enough to fit between her teeth!
"Every country has its own customs. In this country, only this kind of red belt is the symbol of the king. And you see, the cloak on his body is as delicate as silk. Alpacas, only sun virgins can weave."

Celia snorted and stopped talking.The high priest chanted a long invocation, pointing to the king:
"Great sun god, our father! Please let your sons be the conquerors and plunderers of all mankind. We worship you and offer sacrifices to you, and please fulfill our request and let us enjoy prosperity and happiness..."

Amidst the singing, the pure white alpacas were brought forward one by one and pressed to the ground.The bronze knife in the priest's hand slit their throats, and their blood sprayed in the stone trough.

Blood trickled into the stone basin below.Gretel frowned and looked around:

The breath of the undead stirred up.The mummy kings sitting around the square opened their eyes one by one, greedily absorbing the power of death.

It is a pure white alpaca that is specially fed for sacrifices, and has at least five levels of monster power.Their blood, their life force, rose upward like light smoke.

Half into the mikoshi of the mummy king, the other half, up, up, up...

Something descended.Something opened its eyes, delighted, greedy, and swallowed the power.The whole square seemed to darken for a while, and then seemed to get brighter, with a thin mist of blood permeating it.

After the alpaca, there are other various monsters.Caught from the sea, a big fish as tall as a person (Grete couldn't imagine how such a big fish was sent to the king's capital alive);

After unfolding, it is a huge shell 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 Grete could imagine, or could not imagine, had their throats cut, bloodletting, and heart cut open one by one.The power in the square boiled more intensely, and the expressions of the priests became more and more tense:
On the scepters in their hands, streamers flowed automatically without wind, connecting with each other, as if forming a huge barrier.Stopped at the edge of the square, before the kings and nobles watching the sacrifice:

These are people who believe in you!

Not a sacrifice for you!
Get out!

Back to the center of the square!

Gretel clearly felt that some boiling power was about to pounce on the nobleman, and he shrank back under the obstruction of the scepter's streamer.He threw himself on the sacrifice, eating and drinking.

Those robust, flesh-and-blood monsters shriveled visibly, and even turned into gray smoke, scattered on the ground.

Of course, in the center of the square, the clergy who performed the sacrificial mission could only rely on themselves.The divine robes on each priest's body glowed with a faint golden light, as if they couldn't protect themselves otherwise.

In two groups, they dragged the slaves as human sacrifices to the center of the square, and pressed them to their knees.There, a burly priest wielded a heavy bronze battle-axe and chopped off the head of the slave;
Or, cut their bodies in half and let their blood stain the red and white sand;

There are also human sacrifices, their limbs are cut, their stomachs are dissected...

Some people can't even die immediately, but have to turn and cry and suffer 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 for the gods who enjoy the sacrifice.The more pain there is, the more distinct the heavy pressure from the gods will be.Gretel frowned:

Whether it was the teacher, Elder Wood, Elder Taprose, or Elder Fahim, they all complained to him.A god who can only survive by blood sacrifice, if not a child, basically, has reached the end of the road.

Is the situation of the sun god... bad?
No matter what he thought, the sun god enjoyed his sacrifice comfortably.Finally, the 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.Jin Guang hiccupped, became slightly brighter, and walked around the square leisurely.

Suddenly, it shone through the window lattice, swept away the barrier Lothia released earlier, and gently enveloped Gretel.

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