The Face Changing Warrior

Chapter 256 Prometheus

The main building of the temple was built on the top of the highest mountain. The whole building is built with blocks of square stones. From the architectural style, it is somewhat like Sauron's style.

Arslan walked across the suspension bridge between the peaks. She glanced at the devout practitioners and believers who were still crawling under the hundreds of steps, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart. In her eyes, these poor guys are like poor ants—perhaps in the eyes of the gods, they are indeed ants.

Those creeping and praying people recognized Arslan's costumes and looked at the noble paladins in the temple. They shouted pious words of praise and lowered their heads, regardless of their eyes on Arslan.

Although he has experienced such scenes many times, Arslan couldn't help but look up at the temple on the hundreds of steps when he walked past these people and up the steps...

Such a feeling of worship by thousands of people may be really good... and Prometheus stands in the temple above every day and looks down at everything below... Maybe this is the feeling of God!

After going up a hundred steps, there is a huge platform. Through this platform, above is the restricted area of ​​the temple. Normally, unless the chief elder is called, only the top-level clergy like the elders of the presbytery, the saints, and the paladins can go up. Although Arslan passed by here, there were no guard handles around, but she would never think that the forbidden area of ​​the temple was as undefended as it seemed.

Although he could not feel any murderous aura and the fluctuation of magical energy, every time he walked through here, Arslan still felt a trace of instinctive danger. She quickened her pace, hurried across the platform, and continued up the steps.

The main building of the temple has several floors. The first floor is an extremely magnificent hall. Twenty-four huge pillars in the main hall supported the entire space, and the pillars were engraved with exquisite reliefs. The reliefs were built in which era, and the patterns and texts on them were simply unrecognizable. And all the strange marks, seem to be a kind of text.

Under each huge pillar is a bronze frame more than two meters high with butter candles. Although those flames have been burning all year round, they still look a little dim in such an empty hall.

There are still thirteen steps above the center of the hall, with a figure standing vaguely above it. That person is actually not tall, but in the eyes of people, he always seems to have a feeling of loftyness. The white robe is obviously a bit old, but it is still written so luxuriously and holy on his body, with a strange prestige! A long black hair is simply tied back with a ribbon... and that face...

He wore a sterling silver mask on his face, covering the face above his nose, only his mouth was exposed. And those two lips were gently pressed, showing a slight upward arc, making him seem to be smiling forever.

Arslan only looked at it twice, and immediately felt a majestic gaze from above. She immediately dropped her head and said loudly, "Dear Prometheus, you call me?"

"Yes, Arslan." Although Prometheus is at least sixty or seventy years old, his voice seems to be gentle, without any feeling of old age. Although his tone is peaceful, it is A bit solemnly: "I think you must have brought me some unusual news this time. Didn't you?"

The gaze shot down from behind the mask, and Ruoyoruowu lightly swept across Arslan's body. Arslan clearly felt a heavy pressure. Although it was not the first time she saw Prometheus, every time she saw this mysterious legend "the man chosen by the gods", she always felt the feeling of a mountain pressing on top. Prometheus' eyes seemed to have an ability to penetrate everything. For a moment, there was a panic in Arslan's heart.

"Yes, my honorable lord!" Arslan didn't dare to look up. She could feel the other's eyes still resting on her body. She just leaned down and said: "I'm ordered to go to King Sauron. That bright. The special envoy of the empire has already met with me. He is willing to accept your call and come to the temple to see you at the right time."

Prometheus's figure appeared flickering in the dim firelight of the hall, and then his voice was passed down lightly: "What kind of person is that special envoy of the Light Empire?"

Arslan sighed: "My lord, I can only say that he is very powerful! He has a powerful strength that I cannot match! If you must be curious about his strength, then I think Master Augustine should be better than me. understand more."

Prometheus seemed to laugh slightly, his tone seemed calm, but with a faint warning: "You don't need to remind me about Augustine. The elders will make a fair decision... "

Arslan frowned and said, "My lord, it's just that when I came back, another thing happened..."

She seemed unable to withstand the pressure of Prometheus's aura and generally lowered her head, and said in a deep voice: "In the Palace of Sauron, Lord Fielding and the Special Envoy of the Light Empire had a public duel. The result was the Philippines. Lord Erding was unfortunately defeated. King Sauron was ambitious, and those Roland Kingdoms were also ready to move...My thoughts are..."

"Okay." Prometheus quietly organized Arslan's words, and said softly: "I don't care about those things."

The expression on Arslan’s face hesitated and sighed deliberately, “It’s a pity that Lord Fielding was also defeated by the special envoy of the Light Empire. Those Roland Kingdoms seem to have strengthened their determination to rebel. And I see Gu Ming. The elders and Lord Fielding deal with the apostasy of the black yarn in the kingdom of Sauron, I am afraid it will not be so easy."

Prometheus seemed to be silent for a while, and Arslan stood there with his head bowed, waiting for the voice from above, but after a while, Prometheus suddenly said indifferently: "Arslan , You are one of the few smart guys in the dragon clan I have ever seen." He suddenly sighed: "This is also one of the reasons why I selected you to come to the temple with me from the many dragon clan members. It's a pity very……"

His tone gradually became low: "You don't really understand my intentions."

Arslan's heart sank and did not speak.

Prometheus then said lightly: "Use your cleverness where it should be used. Arslan, don't try to irritate me... I think the leader of your dragon race should warn you about this."

"My lord, I don't understand what you mean!" Arslan felt a little uneasy, but he was still not humble or humble.

Prometheus let out a soft sigh: "I want you to remember. I am a person who keeps my promise. Because of that contract, you dragons have to support me. And I will keep the promise and finish this one. After the incident, the yoke contract that has been attached to the heads of your dragon race for thousands of years will be sealed by me forever!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Arslan's mouth, but she lowered her head. Prometheus above could not see her expression at all. Only Arslan's voice was solemn: "Thank you for your kindness."

"Is it kind?" Prometheus laughed suddenly, with indescribable mockery in his laugh: "You are wrong, I am not a kind person... Even though I decided to forgive you this time. ! But I will not allow another time."

"My lord, I still don't understand what you mean!" Arslan frowned.

Prometheus didn't seem to want to go on, but said lightly: "You only need to remember what I said."

Arslan stood for a while, and found that Prometheus did not seem to have the intention to continue the conversation. She obviously felt that the other person’s gaze on her made herself feel more and more pressured. This pressure made Yar. Silan's body was cold, and an unstoppable impulse was born from deep in his heart. She couldn't help but raised her head and glanced at Prometheus high above.

The figure above stood there alone. There was nothing around here, there was not a single figure... Arslan was a little flustered under the invisible sense of oppression, and inexplicably gave birth to a thought that shocked him: now he is less than twenty from himself Step, if you use your full strength now, go down with a sword, or you can kill him!

This violent thought came to his mind, and Arslan couldn't help being a little frightened. However, there was a voice that seemed to faintly encourage me. This idea is so tempting... I have the strength of the Paladin level, if I suddenly attack...

But then Arslan felt a chill on her back, and she immediately forced herself to dispel this seductive idea.

Prometheus’s voice came from above: “Aarslan, after the next murder, remember to wipe off the marks on yourself. If you can’t even learn this, then I’ll treat you Wisdom was disappointed."

Arslan's body stiffened in an instant, and a thought that frightened her suddenly came up in her mind: Does he know? !

"Hehe..." Prometheus seemed to smile gently: "You don't need to be afraid, I have decided to forgive your unauthorized actions."

Arslan couldn't help biting his lip and suddenly made up his mind: "My lord, what do you mean? If you have any doubts about my behavior, please let Master Augustine or Master Fielding replace me. Complete the mission!"

Prometheus seemed to smile, and his tone was somewhat mocking: "Augustine? Do you want him to be released from confinement? As for Fielding... Arslan, do you think when you After King Sauron has done those things, will Fielding come back?"

Arslan was at a loss for words, the cold sweat on her forehead ran down, and she gritted her teeth. She raised her head, just about to say something. Prometheus seemed to wave his hand, and his voice didn't have the slightest anger: "I just hope you understand. The paladin is the precious treasure of the temple! I have lost Augustine, and your foolish behavior has made the temple lost again. A trustworthy warrior...Although..." He seemed to think for a while: "Although your approach has achieved a little effect, but if you exchange the loyalty of a paladin for a little price, I feel very dissatisfied. ."

These words hit Arslan's heart like a heavy hammer. She couldn't help but tremble, and said hoarsely: "Sir, you already know?"

Prometheus sighed: "The relationship between Gu Ming and me is not as simple as you think. He sent me a magical mark before he died!" His pair of pairs hidden behind the mask Staring at Arslan closely-even though he is said to be blind in one eye, his gaze is still like a blade: "If I didn't need your ability now, the dragon would suffer from your stupid actions. To a huge disaster!"

Arslan simply took the courage and said, "Really? Your lord! But my actions like this will undoubtedly be of great benefit to you! Some people in the Presbyterian Church have always opposed war, and now this incident is used as the fuse , I’m afraid those opposition voices will soon disappear...Aren’t these exactly what you hoped for?"

Prometheus was silent for a while, then slowly said: "You have seen this point correctly, so you dare to do this? You have calculated it, even if this matter is known to me, I won't really be punished. You, right?"

Arslan didn't speak, because she knew that Prometheus hadn't finished speaking. Sure enough, Prometheus continued: "I do hope that those opposing voices disappear. But if the price is to lose a great warrior who can be trusted, then I will not be happy for it! And you, Arslan. After Augustine was imprisoned, if Fielding was also forced to apostasy, then I am afraid that this situation is what you want to see! Do you really think that after removing the two human paladins, you can have a lot of dragons? Is it a great benefit? Or do you think that after losing the only two human paladins, I have no choice but to rely on you?"

Arslan was silent-she didn't know what to say now! In this understatement, Prometheus completely said her true thoughts!

Yes! Augustine had committed a serious crime and was imprisoned. After Gu Ming's death, Fielding must now believe his own words, thinking that Prometheus was going to get rid of him. Then Fielding will definitely be as apostate as the black veil saint!

The only two paladins of mankind have completely collapsed, so the only thing that Prometheus can rely on is her Arslan!

Dragons and the temple are not true friends-if strictly speaking, the relationship between the dragons and the temple should be the enemy! In the era of the war between gods and demons thousands of years ago, the dragon clan had rebelled against the gods and was finally subdued after being defeated. The ancients inherited a contract signed by the dragon and the gods! The conditions of the contract are very simple. First, the dragon must stay in their own territory and can never take a step out of it!

And the second point is that the holder of this contract can ask the Dragon Race to do anything! Prometheus, who didn't know how to get this contract, went to the territory of the Dragon Race alone with this contract, so as to get the support of the Dragon Race!

Leaving aside this contract, the relationship between the Dragon Race and the Temple is basically an enemy!

"You are indeed very smart, Arslan." Prometheus sighed: "You can think of taking this opportunity to weaken the power of the temple. It is really not easy. You let me lose one elder and one saint at a time. Knight! It's a pity that you are not a human being after all, so no matter how much you study, you will not be able to fully grasp the things of human intrigues!"

Speaking of this, Prometheus let out a chuckle: "Aarslan, you should feel lucky! You are a Paladin, even if it is to use your power, I will not punish you now! But Only this time, if next time I find that you have done some'smart' actions, then I will let you experience a subtle human emotion: regret!"

Arslan said it was useless now, she just bowed her head and waited for Prometheus's final haircut. She suddenly remembered, or what the guy just said did make sense, this Prometheus might really not be something she can deal with!

"My lord, what about your decision?" Arslan said in a deep tone.

Prometheus said indifferently: "Since you have done something, no matter whether you have done it correctly or not, at least minimize its adverse effects! If Fielding really apostasy because of your unauthorized actions this time, then I hope you are responsible for this matter..."

"what do you mean?"

"Kill him!" Prometheus said without any emotions: "If Fielding apostasy and take refuge in our enemy, then kill him! Since his abilities can't be used by me, so can't. Let our opponents get his help!"

"Yes, I'll take care of this matter properly." Arslan seemed to be relieved, but she exhaled as if she was sighing.

"Besides..." Prometheus' voice gradually became colder: "Although I will not really condemn you for this, but to express my dissatisfaction, a small punishment is necessary for you."

Having said that, he slowly stretched out a palm.

A green firelight suddenly appeared from his hands! That beam of fire quickly shot towards Arslan. Arslan gritted his teeth and forced himself not to dodge or resist. She knew that Prometheus was just trying to deter herself, not really killing her.

The green flame hit Arslan's face at once, and then she snorted and trembled. Obviously, the pain on his face was very severe, just being patient with strong will.

Prometheus shot the bunch of green fire coming and going fast, and instantly swiped it on Arslan's face and put it back.

Arslan's facial expression was a little distorted, his lips were bit purple, but he dared not make a sound. Above her original gorgeous face, there was a deep burned scar on the left half of her face! The horrible scar muscles turned up and looked very ugly and scary!

"I know that with your ability, although this kind of scar is a bit painful, your face will be restored to its original appearance in less than half a day... But I am not only punishing you like this!" Prometheus was cold. Coldly said: "I order you not to use any method to restore your face within a month! I want you to do things for me with this scar on your face! At the same time, it can effectively remind you of what can be done and what You shouldn’t even think about things!"

Arslan was shaking with pain. The green flame of Prometheus didn’t know what kind of magic it was used to make it. Although it was only a light sweep on his face just now, the intense pain seemed that the flame was not just burning his skin. , But burning his soul fiercely! That kind of severe pain does not just come from the body, but the entire soul feels a sharp pain under the burning of the flame! It hurts deep in the bone marrow! !

She knelt down gently on one knee, gritted her teeth and said: "I will firmly remember every word you have today...My lord!" After a pause, she trembled: "I will come down in a month. Fielding’s head is brought to you!"

Prometheus seemed a little tired, and he waved his hand casually, indicating that Arslan could leave.

Waiting for the wounded female paladin to walk out of the hall. Prometheus still stood alone.

He looked at the empty space around the hall, as if muttering to himself: "Why are there so many seemingly smart guys in this world who always do stupid things?"

He slowly turned around, and walked towards the flash door behind him. Behind the door is a revolving staircase. His lonely figure is walking up the stairs. I don't know how long he has walked until he has reached the top of the stairs.

Here is an open-air circular roof, which seems to be the top of the entire temple building.

The strong cold wind on the mountain raised his hair high, and he stood beside the metal railing on the roof, letting his robe flutter.

Looking down, I can vaguely see those pious practitioners lying on the ground looking up to the temple and praying under the hundreds of steps of the temple. Even though they are so far apart, Prometheus can be sure that what people are muttering at this moment must be the words that praise the gods...

"Poor and innocent people..." The current supreme leader of the temple, the authority of the entire Roland Continent's religious sect, suddenly sighed in a strange tone: "Do you think God will truly pity you?"