Chapter 489: Temple

"Of course not!"
The great sage Cruzne yelled at the Prophet kneeling down.
In the center of the temple is a statue of Atuso made of corundum. The statue is majestic and serious. It is in the form of a serious Velosite race with a straight nose and thin lips. With sharp eyebrows, there is a direct look of mortals sense. Artuso naturally dangled his left hand, holding the sword in his right hand, and a dark red gem inlaid at the sword grid.
Around Peipu, the prophets in black stood silently, their faces shrouded in broad hoods, and their eyebrows were lowered, and they stood motionless on both sides of the statue.
From the perspective of Peip, the stern posture of the Great Sage was almost the same as that of the stone statue. He was silent for a while, and said, "But that is Igong, the destroyer of the world."
"Stupid judgment! Igon is not a common thing. It appeared to start a new cycle. It is a supreme existence worthy of you and me." The sage drew a companion's eyes: "And the monster in your mouth is just a twist. The other filthy sea beast. "
"If it's not Igun." Peipu said, "Why don't the great king drop his divine power and pinch these evil sea races?"
"Blasphemy!"
The scepter slammed heavily on the ground and made a booming muffled sound: "Do you think God is our servant? God created us, allowed us to speak and walk, and gave us life and wisdom. Now, you have turned mortal incompetence and failure Blame God, are you blaming the gods? "
After hearing a shudder, Peip realized his problem and immediately bowed his head to confess.
"I know that the King of Gold would not agree. Why do we obey orders from other races?" Said the sage, then relaxed his voice, and explored the upper body. "I know, the powerful power of that beast has shaken you. You feel fear, right? "
Peip didn't dare to answer, and touched his forehead to the ground.
"Fear is a good thing." The Great Sage said, "You are not the first, and you will not be the last. The mind of a mortal is based on a barren flesh, so it is easy to fear those powerful and fierce ones. This is also God. The reason for the existence of the temple is that we are pursuing the path of Artuso. As long as God is blessed, there is no way to talk about fear. "
"So, aren't you afraid?" Peip asked in a tentative tone.
"Of course." The Great Sage nodded. "The path of seeking God's blessing has never been cut off, but only the most pious and tough prophets can pass the test and receive supreme divine power."
Pu Pu raised his eyes and opened his eyes. He had been serving in the temple for half his life, but he had never heard anything similar. He asked with a tremor, "Can I take the test of the King of God?"
"You?" The great sage shook his head: "Why? Why do you want Artuso's blessing, you have shamed the prophet, the temple has lost its majesty, and the entire Golden City has been disgraced."
Peipu lowered his head and didn't speak. In fact, he was not as religious as the King of God as he imagined, but he saw the black dragon destroy the entire tribe army. His spiritual world was greatly impacted. He feared such monsters, but Deep in his heart, he longed for that omnipotent power.
The great sage looked at him on the ground and said, "The mortal who is not tough enough may lose his life in the test. Have you realized your life regardless of life and death?"
"I ..." Pu Pu didn't speak, his heart's yearning for power seemed to be magnified countless times in the words of the sage, and the desire almost made him tremble. He paused and said loudly, "I think No one of the prophets present was more determined than me. "
"stand up."
The great sage Cruzne said that when the prophet got up, he looked at him meaningfully for a while, and seemed to be able to see through all the prophet's thoughts, and then said, "Because of fear, so long for mortals. . "
The great sage suddenly raised his voice: "You are willing to pursue the path of supremacy, even if you pay all the costs, the blood runs out and the flesh becomes gray, will you accept this test?"
"I do!"
"Retreat!" The Sage drank.
This sentence was not spoken to him, and Pip knew that because the sage had finished speaking, the black robe prophets on both sides immediately retreated into the shadows on both sides of the temple as if they no longer existed.
At the same time, some will came.
It was an indescribable experience. The surging force penetrated from the outside to the inside, squeezing the edge of the soul a little bit, and the next moment, the invisible steel needle struck from all directions, pierced through the skin, and turned inside the body. Stir, from brain to internal organs, from muscle to bone.
"This is what you want-strength," said the wise man, "at the same time, it is also a test."
Peipu endured with the greatest will, tearing his chest with his hands, a muffled sound similar to drowning in his throat, powerful power poured into his body, the bursting blood vessels turned from blue to red, and finally burst open, Puip couldn't help it Howling.
The Prophet's skin began to peel off in pieces, exposing blue-black muscles, and the Prophet shrank like a suffocating fish, until his eyes burst, and white mud-like tissue filled his face.
-He can't make a sound.
"Pep failed."
The great sage stood up with an imperial staff, and looked indifferently at the body on the ground that had no recognizable human form: "The mortal body is not strong enough and the will is not firm enough. It did not complete the test of supremacy, so he died. "
"..." There was a faint sigh from the temple, like a whisper of a ghost.
The great sage took two steps forward, placed his hand over the pool of flesh, suspended in a false grip: "But after all, you have proved your piety and won my respect. Peipu, you are looking for Artuso's On the road, I will do this for you. "
He retracted his hand, stood in front of the fuzzy flesh, closed his eyes, opened his arms, and the raging divine power poured into the body from all sides.
For a long time, the sage took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. His skin was as smooth as a baby, and a warm glow flowed on it.
...
The sound of horns drifted into the temple from far and near.
Today is the day of the execution of the sea tribe Garon Nefadisius. On the central square, the soldiers have put it in a cage ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The horrible beast twisted wildly, Blood, the chains couldn't make it sound, and hundreds of slaves shouted to pull it into the air.
Crusne came outside the temple and watched the iron cage slowly rise.
As the horn rises and rises, everyone focuses on the central square, some are luxuriously dressed, nobles of the Golden City, and some are ragged, refugees from other tribes.
The King of Gold is guarded in the army by layers, wearing gray armor, tailoring the leather wind embroidered with gold threads from his broad shoulders, and a roaring lion inlaid on his breastplate, surrounded by eyebrows A crown made of red gold, the top of the crown looks like a tangled flame.
In the cage, Garon Nefadisius tried to tear the chains around his neck with his two claws, but to no avail, he growled and cursed everything he saw in front of him.
"Forget it."
The report of Peipu was vivid. The sage of Cruznen thought for a long time and finally spoke: "Notify the King of Gold that the temple hopes to keep this beast alive."
"right now?"
The prophet next to him watched the spectacular scene in the central square. Everyone was waiting for the moment when the woodpile was lit. At this time to stop the King of Gold, the scene would be very unsightly.
"It's more useful to be alive than dead." The Sage said.
"But you aren't saying that the monster outside is not Egon, shouldn't we have to submit to it?"
"Did I say that I would succumb to it?" Crusne tilted his head. "I just said to leave this beast, but didn't say to send it away."
"This ..." the Prophet was puzzled.
"I'll go to Mien in person and wipe out the aliens for Villost," Crusne said. "But if I fail, I don't want Gold City to die out."
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