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The light of the morning sun had gradually spread onto the street. With his back to the sun, Su Yun could clearly see the expressions on the faces of the group of soldiers in front of him.
In addition to the usual look of stupor and fascination, they also seemed terrified.
What were they afraid of? His silver eyes?
These people seemed to have lost their souls. None of them went to look for the so-called "leader". Perhaps their leader was the person who led them at the beginning, but unfortunately this person had already fallen to the ground.
Those who dared to raise weapons against Su Yun did not die immediately, but they would not survive either - even if they did not know it, they would die one after another within a few days, losing their lives in different and bizarre ways.
The conscious soldiers were still standing there stupidly, but the old woman on the ground got up again tremblingly. The old woman finally saw Su Yun's face in the bright light. She seemed to have thought of something and knelt down solemnly.
...I don't know if it was a misunderstanding, but the old woman didn't look like she was worshipping the royal family.
Su Yun didn't want to stand here stupidly anymore, so he didn't cover his face again. He just turned around and left quietly.
No one came to stop him, and no one dared to stop him.
More and more people poured into the streets in the morning, but the narrow streets made way for Su Yun, and he walked straight to the city gate.
Outside the wide-open city gate, Isis was already waiting there, and behind her were the soldiers she led. The silent legion stood in the open space outside the outer city. The momentum alone was enough to make people shudder.
Su Yun also saw several well-dressed people near the city gate. They should be the officials of this province.
Isis had dismounted and was striding towards him. He knelt on one knee in front of Su Yun and said, "Your Highness! I am late."
Su Yun reached out and helped him up, and asked with a smile: "Has the Divine Palace been repaired?"
Isis said ashamedly: "My God, this is my fault. I should have stopped my brothers."
No one knew the personalities of the little plagues better than Su Yun. It was simply impossible to stop them, not to mention that Isis must have been involved.
Su Yun asked a different question: "Are you the only one here? Where are the others?"
Isis reported truthfully: "Alice and Theresa are waiting in the palace, Jasmine has returned to the capital, and Anita's whereabouts are unknown."
Anita is now just a skeleton. He has a lot of things to do.
It was impossible for him to appear beside the Father God in such a state, and Jasmine had her own important role to play, so he could not leave the capital easily.
Theresa is still compiling the history of this civilization, and as for Alice...
Isis would never understand his thoughts, that willful brother was never within his comprehension range.
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Governor Samuel knelt by the door, repeating one thought over and over again in his mind: he was finished.
His men had offended the young prince, and his decision was contrary to the wishes of the royal family. Now even the general who came to quell the rebellion has been alarmed!
Who could have thought that those religions could actually bewitch the royal highness?
Cold sweat dripped from the governor's forehead. He never thought that one day he would offend that little prince. There were only two princes in the royal family now. The relationship between the brothers was very harmonious. And it seemed that in order to avoid suspicion, the little prince almost never contacted politicians. But even so, his reputation was no less than that of his elder brother who had the right of inheritance.
It is said that almost all the young nobles want to have a romantic encounter with him...
For some unknown reason, the Governor secretly raised his head and saw the tall figure on horseback. He had thought that the silver eyes were a symbol of a monster, but it was not until this moment that the Governor realized his own stupidity.
Black hair and silver eyes, is this what it looks like?
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Isis keenly caught the disrespectful gazes - there were too many of them, which could be called longing and desire, or blasphemy and covetousness. As long as God the Father appeared in human civilization, they would never decrease in the slightest.
God's creations all love God deeply, this is an iron rule that cannot be changed. In addition, this era advocates luxury and enjoyment, and love and desire have reached their peak. Those dirty and blasphemous thoughts in the royal capital have almost become an infectious disease. Jasmine has not been able to cure it even after killing for so many years.
Isis climbed onto the horse and steered it to the Father’s side, where he easily drove away all eyes.
Isis liked this distance. At this moment, only he and the Father God were riding on horseback. He only needed to turn slightly to touch the Father God's arm. Everything he had belonged to the Father God, and at this moment, he was the most loyal servant and protector of God...
Protector, what an exciting and happy identity!
Isis heard his god talking to himself and asked, "Is Anita playing his game again? I don't know where he is..."
Anita, the sinner who betrayed death.
Isis: "Yes, he consumed the most energy this time. Do you need me to bring him back?"
His Father God still loves everyone so tenderly: "Forget it, wait until he is willing, he will always come to me."
32
In the dark and vast underground world, roads extending in all directions are connected together to form a huge network.
At the intersection of these networks, nodes of varying sizes form independent spaces, each with its own functions, and each is heavily guarded.
This underground world was originally a naturally existing cave, but now, after hundreds of years of construction by humans as hard-working as ants, it has become heavily man-made.
One of the nodes is particularly huge, with stalactites hanging from the ceiling like devil's teeth, and the ground is paved with carved stone slabs, smooth and flat, no less than any civilized palace in the world.
However, this palace, which should have been stunning, was actually a cage without sunlight. Countless railings blocked and isolated the space, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of excrement filled the space, making people feel nauseous.
In the dark space, an old man dressed in black held up a lamp. He walked slowly through the aisle between the cages, raising the lamp from time to time to look at the scene in the cages.
There was deathly silence in the vast majority of the cages, only in a very few could one hear low, painful groans and howls. The old man watched and nodded, seemingly very satisfied with the tragedy before him.
These cruel scenes were played out before his eyes day after day, and the old man was even one of the executioners.
However, the old man stopped in front of a cage. He raised the lamp, put his face close to the iron bars, and looked carefully at the person in the cage.
There was only one living person left in the cage. Amid the smell of decay, he lowered his head and swallowed the piece of dead meat in his hand in big mouthfuls.
"Master Priest." A masked man in armor beside the old man whispered, "It has been sacrificed three times in a row, but he survived all three times. He is still very healthy now."
The old man looked at the bones on the ground that had been gnawed clean, then nodded slowly: "It can't be wrong - it's the one favored by God."
By offering sacrifices, the gods’ blessings are spread among the offerings, and the offerings will naturally be infected with death.
Those who are favored by the gods are immune to the blessings of the gods without having to drink the holy water.
"Bring him out," the old man ordered, "wash him, feed him, he will be my priest after me."
The masked man immediately opened the door of the iron cage and pulled the man out of the cage. Only then did the old man realize that the man was just a
Without an adult child, he looked very thin and held the meat in his hand tightly.
When the masked man tried to snatch the meat from his hand, the child suddenly turned his head and bit the masked man's arm hard, causing the man to cry out in uncontrollable pain.
"Alas... poor child!" The old man sighed, "Since you can't return to the Heavenly Father, then learn to lead more people to follow the Heavenly Father!"
More masked men came up from behind the old man and forcefully separated the two men. The old man stepped forward and easily pushed the man whose arm had a piece of flesh bitten off into the cage.
The man rushed forward in disbelief and grabbed the iron bars: "Master Priest!"
The old man motioned for his men to lock the cage: "Since the future priest has chosen you, you will be the first person he will lead to see the Father!"
"The number of sacrifices cannot be less." The old man said kindly to the man, "I bless you, child."
In this underground maze, apart from those favored by the gods, only those who drink the holy water can survive, but there will be no holy water for the sacrifices to drink.
Amid the man's wailing like a trapped beast, a group of people slowly walked out of the horrible hall. The dirty child was dragged away, while the old man dismissed his subordinates and chose a path to go up alone.
The terrain continued to rise, and after walking for about half an hour, the old man finally stood in front of a big door.
The door opened in front of the old man, so he knelt on the ground devoutly and crawled forward. When he entered the room, the door closed behind him again.
This space was equally spacious, but it was filled with a strong, burning aroma, which was as terrifying as the smell in the dungeon.
The old man seemed to see a pale snake bone in the darkness. It was so huge, covering the ground quietly like a river of death.
"High Priest." The old man bowed, "The one favored by God has appeared."
The swinging of the snake's tail stopped slightly.
A voice came from above the old man's head: "Finally appeared? Then let him be your successor."
"Yes!" The old man bowed again, "Then do we need to let him leave his bloodline? He is still underage."
"Bloodline?" The voice seemed to smile. "Yes, but only one seventh of this bloodline can survive. The Father God once granted power to a priest of Guanato. The descendants of that priest will each inherit one seventh of their ancestor's blessing... But unfortunately, I only allow one kind here."
"What a lucky boy, but will his descendants be as lucky as him?"
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