Wild boar

Chapter 696 King Bachbas

After standing in the crematorium for a long time, Puya suddenly said: "Let's go."

"Why don't you practice for a while?" the wild boar tilted his head and asked.

Pu Ya shook her head and said, "There is no point in practicing like this."

"If you want to truly improve your cultivation, you must find the Mahakala technique." The wild boar said with slightly narrowed eyes.

""The Secret Scroll of Mahakala's Reincarnation"" Pu Ya blurted out with faint eyes.

Zhu Zishan glanced at Pu Ya unexpectedly.

This girl knows more than he does.

Zhu Zishan stimulated the fifth-level cultivation in Puya through secret methods, and used prophecies to induce the order of the skills, and had a very vague understanding of the past and present of the fifth-level skills.

Each time he only vaguely saw the words Mahakala, but he never saw the full name of the technique.

Unexpectedly, Puya saw it clearly.

"What's that guy's name?" Zhu Zishan asked.

Puya frowned and thought for a moment, then said in an uncertain tone: "Black Manu?"

"Oh... do you know where the underground palace of Black Manu's reincarnation is?" Zhu Zishan asked again.

Puya shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. If you walk around more and look around more, you might be able to remember it."

"Then where should we go to see it?"

“Where is the most noble place in Prahuido?”

"The Grand Palace, of course."

"Then go to the Grand Palace." Zhu Zishan said.

"Slaves and wild beasts are not allowed in the Grand Palace." Pu Ya said with a frown.

"I am not a beast, and you are not a slave." The boar rolled his eyes and said.

"Then who are we? Plomen or Sadili?" Puya asked.

"neither."

"what is that?"

"It's Thanos." The boar's nostrils almost reached the sky.

……

Prahuida Palace.

Brilliant.

There are many water pavilions and high walls.

In the cloth workshop of the palace.

With a puff.

A wild boar man was tearing the white cloth crazily, like a crazy music conductor.

With a burst of opening and closing, a fitting white priest robe has been cut.

The little girl Puya put on a pure white priest's robe trimmed with gold threads. Her leisurely and luxurious temperament made people unable to look directly at her.

Such a handsome appearance, and this luxurious priest's robe.

Although her skin is slightly darker, who can recognize that she is from an untouchable background?
Pu Ya itself is a strange magic, a strange thing that will turn against the extreme.

Puya, wearing priestly robes, and a brown boar walked freely through the Grand Palace.

The guards and maids would only regard him as a distinguished guest of the palace and would not dare to come forward to question him.

"Isn't this a spell?" Pu Ya asked doubtfully, looking at the guard who turned a blind eye to her.

"Spell? Well... of course it's not a spell. Be confident. We are Thanos. If anyone doesn't have eyes, we will kill him on the spot." The boar said with its nostrils pointing upward again.

Puya smiled slightly.

"Do you have any impressions of this palace?"

"Not yet." Pu Ya shook her head.

"This palace is very big, let's walk around slowly, don't be in a hurry." said the wild boar. …

The assembly hall of the Prahudo Palace.

A burly man wearing a crown and golden satin sat at the top of the palace.

Two ministers surrounded him.

Exactly at this time.

A military attache in chainmail came hurriedly to report.

"The great King Bahbas, Urdu of the Moon Plains has replied."

"Did he agree?"

The military attache shook his head solemnly.

"What? Does he dare to refuse the marriage?" The burly King Bachbas stood up, his powerful momentum making people shudder.

The military attache nodded.

Clang.

King Bachbas slammed the gold weapon in his hand to the ground.

"How courageous! I personally issued a letter of engagement and exempted his daughter from the dowry. How dare that old guy from Urdu not recognize the promotion!?"

"General Kampala, mobilize the army immediately. I will attack the Moon Plain. I will let Urdu know the price of insulting the descendants of the brave god." King Bachbas roared loudly.

"Yes!" General Kampala, wearing fingernails, bowed and said.

"Your Majesty! You must not do this!" An old minister in the field suddenly shouted urgently.

"The great King Bachbas, the descendant of the brave god... Please accept your anger. Urdu does not know how to praise, but he only has one daughter. Although you proposed that there is no need for a dowry, everyone in the world knows that as long as Marrying Princess Devashina means inheriting the entire Moon Plain, so of course Urdu is not willing to do so."

King Bachbas, who was wearing golden silk and satin, had a flash of anger in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "You mean to let the descendants of the brave god swallow the bad breath of being rejected by Urdu."

"Your Majesty! Prahuido is suffering from a plague now. Hundreds of people are dying every day. Corpses are piling up in the crematorium. The wood for burning corpses is no longer enough. In order to save wood, the people can only do this every day. Eat a meal, this time is really not suitable for using troops." The old minister said again.

"Mr. Neil... everyone is going to die, so what does it matter if there is no wood to burn the body?" A man with extremely fair skin and wearing a white robe said with a smile.

"You are still a great priest, don't you know? Without wood to incinerate the body, the soul cannot be reborn." Minister Neil said angrily.

"Hahahaha...Mr. Neil, you are not a Ploman and you do not understand the true meaning of Brahma's holy law. As a Ploman with pure blood, I will tell you that if you want to be reborn, you don't need to be cremated. Water burial is also required. Okay." The high priest said with a serious expression.

Minister Neil was surprised for a moment, and then said angrily: "Water burial can only reincarnate into an animal."

"All living beings are equal," the great priest said loudly.

Minister Neil's mouth twitched, and then he said solemnly: "The medical officer told me that if the corpse is not cremated in time, it will only cause a greater plague."

"Mr. Neil... do you want to listen to the priest or the medical officer?" the priest asked with a smile.

"Regardless of theology, medicine, or the customs and traditions of the Brahma Sect, the body must be cremated on the same day!"

"The great King Bachbas, the descendant of the brave god, the plague in Prahuido has entered the stage of a major outbreak. Countless civilians die from the plague every day. Even the nobles die from the plague in large numbers. Now no matter what, We cannot send troops to attack the Moon Plain. Descendants of the Brave God, please be considerate of the people's livelihood." Minister Neil shouted loudly.

King Bachbas narrowed his eyes to slits and gave the great priest Nasto a look.

Nasto nodded, then turned to look at Neil, and said in a chant-like tone: "Mr. Neil... you are sick, you are sleepy, you are drowsy..."

As a ray of light shot out of Nastor's pupils, Minister Neil's eyes immediately became dull and dull...

"The great King Bachbas, how should we deal with him?" Priest Nastor asked.

King Bachbas did not speak, but sat on the throne in silence.

After a long time, he said: "General Kampala... the plague in the kingdom is really so serious."

"Great King Bachba, the plague in Prahuido is indeed very serious. Now not only the untouchables and animals, but also the Pramons and Satilis have begun to die from the plague in large numbers. If this continues, our army will appear sooner or later. Plague..." Kampala reported with a solemn expression.

"I see... No wonder Urdu dared to look down on me and not take me seriously. I let him know that the descendants of the brave god will never be afraid of the plague."

"Nastor!" King Bachbas shouted.

"Your Majesty." The high priest bowed slightly to show respect.

"I order you to tell all Plomons that water burial can also lead to rebirth. If the body is thrown into the Pula River, the body and soul will be immortalized and purified. Not only can you gain rebirth, but you will also have a high chance of becoming a royal family." King Bachbas said with narrowed eyes.

"Your Majesty, do you mean to spread the plague through the water of the Pula River in the Moon Plain?" King Bachbas nodded with a smile.

"My king is wise." The great priest Nasto said with excitement.

(End of this chapter)