Lord of the Nine Realms

Chapter 155 Heavy Rain·Wrath of Heaven

A nine-meter-high and nine-meter-wide altar is no small project in any era, let alone the simple tools of the territory.

Chen Yuansheng gave everyone 7-9 days, and the time was very tight.

The task of monsters such as dragon lizards and demon wolves is to roll rocks on the mountain. It is unrealistic for them to dig and transport soil. Even if we get two soil baskets for them, special people will have to help load and unload them, which is not enough trouble.

It happened that the altar needed some stones, and the pure rammed earth altar was afraid of water. The task of transporting the stones was handed over to the monsters, and they were also equipped with two tauren.

The remaining orcs and boys all dug and moved the soil.

At present, except for the alchemists who make farm tools, everyone else is involved in the construction of the altar, and they even have to hold torches to fight at night.

Carts, carts, soil frames, wooden boxes, all available tools were used, and flying units such as the Falcon and the Osprey, as long as they were not on missions, were also involved.

Chen Yuansheng, who had mostly recovered from his wounds, was not idle. In addition to studying the plowshare with the alchemist, he also participated in the construction of the altar when he had time.

Dragon lizards and other monsters played a huge role in the construction process. They were only responsible for rolling stones down the mountain. Hundreds of sand wolves, monitor lizards, pythons, and giant snakes recruited from nearby were responsible for transporting stones to the altar.

Although the distance is far, the efficiency is not slow. These stones greatly improve the efficiency of altar construction.

Smoke and dust could be seen boiling on the construction site, crowds of people were moving, and wild beasts rolling stones could be seen for more than [-] miles away.

This is the busiest day since the establishment of the territory, and it is also the most eloquent, soul-stirring and exciting day,

Chen Yuansheng led a few hundred members to challenge the sky. This was unyielding, charging, counterattacking, and a desperate counterattack against this broken world.

For seven days, with everyone's hard work day and night, the altar was basically completed.

The monsters and the advanced orcs were a little better, but the boys were really exhausted, and some even fell asleep.

But this is not over yet. On the eighth day, Qin Mu and Carpenter Sun will lead a group of people to make final modifications and carvings on the altar.

On the ninth day, northwest wind, in the afternoon, Qin Mu and Chen Yuansheng took a dozen monsters, half-orcs, and young men to practice at the altar for nearly an hour, repeatedly exhorting the precautions.

It’s impossible not to practice. These days, ten people are randomly pulled out to practice, and they can’t even walk in an orderly manner within three days.

On the tenth day, the sky was clear and there was no wind.

Early in the morning, Chen Yuansheng got up, showered and changed into a robe custom-made from Maple Leaf City just the day before yesterday.

At the same time, Qin Mu was also bathing and changing into custom-made warlock robes.

All the members who participated in this sacrifice bathed the humans and orcs and put on brand new clothes.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, all the priests gathered under the altar.

The spectators stood 30 meters away from the altar and were silent.

Qin Mu stood at the foot of the altar steps, his face as sinking as water, and he bowed his hands to greet Chen Yuansheng.

"Lord Chen, praying for rain is an act against nature. I am also doing it according to the method taught by my ancestor. If you can't pray for rain, please don't blame me, Lord Chen."

Chen Yuansheng nodded: "It doesn't matter. It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. If it succeeds, it's all thanks to Warlock Qin. If it doesn't succeed, it's because I, Chen Yuansheng, don't have enough merit. Please feel free to do it, Warlock Qin."

Qin Mu shook his feather fan and nodded, turned around, raised his hands to the monsters, half-orcs, and humans in front of him and said, "We have practiced all the matters yesterday. I will repeat them one last time."

"First of all, no one should have any iron or bronze objects on their bodies. If you pray for rain against the sky, there will be thunder, and if you have iron objects, you will die."

"Secondly, the third floor of the altar is the sky, and those who live in the sky are silent, only the drum of the bull's hammer can ring, and the sound of the drum is like thunder."

"The second floor of the altar is filled with spirit, which moves the fan in a flexible manner. The direction of the fan must not be wrong, from east to west."

"The first floor of the altar is the earth, and the sky calls and the earth responds. Thunder sounds once, and the earth calls three times. The sounds must be uniform."

"Third, all participants must abandon distracting thoughts, refrain from doubts, whisper to each other, and move around randomly. Even if someone around you is struck to death by lightning, just ignore it and just do your job well."

"No one can go down to the altar until the rain stops, which means that no matter how hard it rains, everyone will get wet. If you can't bear the pain, why ask for rain."

Seeing that everyone agreed one after another, Qin Mu turned around and gestured to Chen Yuansheng.

Chen Yuansheng picked up the wooden plate prepared next to him and walked towards the steps solemnly.

Qin Mu was behind, holding a rain-praying charm drawn on rice paper in his left hand.

Niu Tiechui is the third one, holding two huge evil beast leg bones in both hands, which will become drumsticks later.

Subsequently, eight orcs including Huyan, Hulei, Niu Qianshan, Niu Baichuan, and Sarusong followed closely with fans made of wooden boards. They were on the second floor.

Finally, the dragon lizard and some twenty young men and monsters climbed up to the first floor.

After ascending to the third floor of the altar, Niu Tiechui went straight to the side of the standing drum and stood up holding the animal bones.

Chen Yuansheng placed the wooden plate in the center of the altar, which contained some wheat, grains, and grains. Then he walked to the edge of the altar, not far from Niu Tie Hammer.

Qin Mu knelt in front of the wooden plate, first lit the rice paper charm, bowed his head to the sky nine times, then sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

The whole altar was silent, everyone was silent and waiting.

The people and monsters watching the excitement in the distance were also warned in advance not to speak, and those who spoke would be beaten out.

The wait lasted for half an hour, but everyone on the altar was fine. There were many female relatives watching the excitement in the distance. Those who stood were tired, and some simply sat on the ground.

Qin Mu finally stood up, turned around and walked to the center of the east side of the altar, facing the east and staring at the sky for a moment.

After almost five minutes, Qin Mu slowly raised his arm and waved his feather fan behind him.

Chen Yuansheng stretched out a finger towards Niu Tiechui.

The ox hammer raised the animal bones and beat the big drum: boom, boom, boom
Members on the first floor of the altar instantly became energetic and shouted in unison: Wind, strong wind; Wind, strong wind; Wind, strong wind.The orc on the second floor of the altar raised the huge wooden fan in his hand and fanned it three times from east to west.

Then there was silence. Qin Mu continued to stand facing east. This time he waited a little shorter, about 3 minutes, and then waved his feather fan in his hand.

Chen Yuansheng once again stretched out his finger and beat the drum three times with a hammer. The people below shouted three times and shook the fan three times.

After another 3 minutes, Qin Mu waved his fan again...

"Yeah, it's really windy...woo!"

In the crowd in the distance, a young man felt a slight wind blowing by his ears. He couldn't help but speak out, but his mouth was held down by others.

The wind is blowing, it's really blowing, and it's an east wind.

Standing on the nine-meter high platform, Chen Yuansheng felt the deepest feeling, because he saw the thick white mist rising suddenly from the mountains in the distance.

It's morning now, and the fog has already dispersed.

"Wind, strong wind..."

Qin Mu waved his feather fan twice, the bull hammer beat the drum six times, and the people below shouted six times...

The east wind picked up, and it was strong. The few trees in the wilderness swayed, the weeds swayed, and the wind and sand suddenly rose.

"Wind, strong wind..."

Qin Mu waved his feather fan four times, the bull and iron hammer beat the drum twelve times, and the people below shouted twelve times...

What rises from the mountains in the distance is no longer white mist, but thick black mist. The black mist gathers together, like a mass of thick ink that cannot be melted, overwhelming the sky and bending towards the altar, covering the sky and the sun in an instant.

The wind suddenly picked up, the storm roared, flying sand and rocks swept across the wilderness for a while, and no one was seen 50 meters away.

The crackling flying sand hit Chen Yuansheng in the face. He stood still holding the drum stand and stared at Qin Mu's gesture.

In fact, Qin Mu is feeling even worse now. He has been knocked down on the altar by the strong wind several times, and the wooden plate on the altar has been blown into the air.

Qin Mu could no longer stand due to the strong wind. He knelt in the middle of the altar and held up the feather fan in his hand.

Chen Yuansheng turned his fingers into fists, and Niu Tiechui understood that this meant a straight drum. He would keep beating it even if it didn't rain, even if he was exhausted.

dong dong dong...

In such a violent wind, the sound of the drums was already inaudible, but the Niutie Hammer did not dare to stop, and could not stop, beating like crazy.

The discoloration of the sky and the earth is no longer caused by the wind and sand. Dark clouds have blocked the sky for dozens of miles, and it has completely turned into night. Even if he is close at hand, Chen Yuansheng cannot see the appearance of Niu Tiechui, and cannot even see the outline. He can only hear The deafening sound of drums in my ears.

Click!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket split through the dense black curtain, barely hitting the six-meter-high iron rod of the altar.

Then there was a thunder that shook the earth, as if it sounded above his head. The sound was so loud that even Chen Yuansheng's ears rang, and his mind went blank.

The wrath of heaven is so violent and terrifying.

But in that flash of lightning, Chen Yuansheng saw Qin Mu kneeling in the middle of the altar like a statue, with the folding fan in his hand always held high, motionless.

click...

click...

click...

Huge bolts of lightning struck the iron rod, splitting the rammed earth under the iron rod into scorched earth and cracking a gap several centimeters wide.

Without this lightning rod, people would definitely die today, not just one.

Even Chen Yuansheng, a silver warrior, was stung by lightning and couldn't open his eyes, and was shocked by thunder so that his ears were ringing. You can imagine what happened to other ordinary people.

But from the beginning to the end, Qin Mu was like a wooden sculpture, holding the feather fan motionless.

Snapped!
Raindrops bigger than copper plates hit Chen Yuansheng's arm...

pop, pop, pop...

Whoa whoa whoa!
Without giving anyone any time to react, a torrential rain fell from the sky in an instant.

The wind stopped, the drums stopped, and the rainstorm covered everything.

Chen Yuansheng let go of the drum stand, and with the light of lightning piercing the sky, he waded towards Qin Mu through the rain that covered his feet.

Qin Mu had passed out, but he was still holding the feather fan in his hand.

Chen Yuansheng slowly lowered Qin Mu's arm, squatted down and sat in front of Qin Mu, and leaned his body against his.

Civilians【-341 days】

During the heavy rain, Chen Yuansheng glanced at the system panel. It was 344 days just now, but now it has become 341 days.

This is not a loss of three days of life, but a loss of nearly [-]% of life.

If he had a lifespan of 100 years, he would now have 99 years left.

As a fate magician who prays for rain, Qin Mu may lose at least ten years of his life.

The cold rain washed over the bodies of the two people, and Chen Yuansheng sighed in his heart: If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old, and the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life.

(End of this chapter)