Chapter 259 Who dares to enter the temple
The snowy area is not large, and in the center under the snow-capped mountains stands the majestic main city temple.
The temple has a European style, with the slender columns of the cross arch creating a light and slender sense of flying. The interior is inlaid with colored glass windows, and the large-scale ceiling murals have an almost gorgeous dreamy feeling.
It is magnificent and sacred, with an advanced style very similar to Western cathedrals.
The temple is where the Lord of the Snowland and the high priest listen to oracles, and it is also where the precious Snowland Order is enshrined.
Wen Suili wiped the blood off Yian's cheek without saying a word, then took a long white silk cloth, blindfolded him, and tied a loose knot behind his head.
Under the slightly curly silver hair, the pair of ice-blue pupils seemed to have fallen into a cold pond without a trace of soft light. Wen Suili's voice was very gentle: "I will go, brother, don't worry."
Yi An panted softly, the white cloth in front of his eyes blocked the strong light, which slightly alleviated the pain of his injured eyes: "This attack is different from the past. If you are safe, I will go with you."
Yian's attitude was very firm. Wen Suili's hand that was holding his forearm gradually tightened, and after a moment he raised his lips and chuckled.
"The future of Snowland is bright, brother. I can assure you."
Upon hearing this, Yi An froze, his throat felt like it was clogged with a ball of cotton, dry and uncomfortable: "You're taking advantage of me again?"
How many years do you have left to live? Do you have to go with me to be happy?
Wen Suili could hear the suppressed anger, but instead gave him a soft and harmless smile.
"The result of the occupation is good, which means that the efforts I am about to make are effective, otherwise I would not ask to come forward. Brother, it's okay."
Wen Suili lowered his head and stared at the boy who was frozen in time. He turned around and walked away decisively and frankly: "As long as the temple is not destroyed and the power of the occupant is still there, the Snow Region will not be destroyed."
His silver hair fluttered, his robes fluttered, Yi An could not see his figure, but she felt a burning pain in her eyes covered by white silk, and tears wanted to flow out instead of blood.
God's punishment came silently, how long can Ali hold on?
But he was right, as long as the power of Zhangu still exists, the Snow Region will never be destroyed.
Sad ability, sad life.
"Help me into the temple."
Xun Xiu suppressed his grief and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, my Lord."
The Snowland Army was resisting the attack from Southern Xinjiang. When they saw Wen Suili, their hopes were suddenly ignited: "High Priest!"
“High Priest!!!”
Wen Suili nodded, then turned his gaze to the man riding a warhorse under the city.
It’s Lezhou.
The other party was contented, sitting upright on his horse as if he was out for an outing. Wen Suili smiled and said, "It seems that the Kingdom of Yue has not caused much damage to you."
Le Zhou sighed: "How could that be? Southern Xinjiang is in such a terrible state right now."
It’s just that the dead were the King of Southern Xinjiang’s men, and each of the armies under his command was in high spirits.
Wen Suili did not deny it. He bit a blue hairband in his mouth and lowered his head slightly to tie Yuehua's silver hair up high. A simple high ponytail was neat and beautiful.
He slowly drew the sword from his waist and took a step forward: "Although the Snow Region is weak, it must have its own strength to have survived until now."
Throughout history, the Snow Region has been attacked by many countries, but they have resisted time and time again, fighting for a chance to survive.
Resistance is not necessarily the best way out, but it can always be your retreat.
"You are the source of all the changes, Le Zhou, you should be corrected."
Wen Suili's voice always sounds like the rippling of spring waves, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. But at this moment, Le Zhou felt depressed and his eyes narrowed in alertness.
How much information did the Snowland High Priest, who listened to the oracle and knew the past and predicted the future, know about him?
The fingers holding the reins suddenly tightened, and Le Zhou raised his lips sarcastically: "Why, the high priest wants to take me away?"
The art of sacrifice, one for one?
Le Zhou raised his arms high, his brows filled with sinister anger, and swung them violently: "Kill——"
The southern Xinjiang army launched a massive attack, and a battle of offense and defense broke out again.
Wen Suili jumped down from the top of the city wall, his pure white priest's robe with blue edges making a ferocious noise as it was filled with the violent air currents.
How could the master of Zongheng and the master of Guigu be a mediocre person?
The sharp and majestic sword energy rushed towards him, and the pressure that seemed to split the sky and the earth made Le Zhou slightly dazed.
It seems that the enemy on the opposite side is not just Wen Suili.
And Emperor Jing.
The memory of the battle with Emperor Jing in the Mohist Machinery City surged out from the bottom of the old box. At that time, he confronted Yian. When Yian wanted to take him away through the sacrifice technique, it was Emperor Jing's sword that stopped everything.
Le Zhou still remembers the irresistible power of that sword, and now he sees it again in Wen Suili.
It was like two people holding the same sword handle, with the same murderous intent in their eyes and brows, unable to resist or stop the sword from swinging down.
Le Zhou was startled and flew off his horse, quickly drawing the sharp sword from his waist.
…
The door of the temple was opened by the silver-haired guard, and the sounds of two footsteps, one heavy and one light, echoed in the temple one after another.
Yian knelt in front of the statue with his clothes spread out like petals. The silk cloth covering his eyes made the slender boy feel weak and broken.
Directly in front of him, a piece of glass jade shaped like a snowflake lay quietly in the palm of the huge statue.
Soft footsteps started running towards the statue, and the key point was that the adult's footsteps were slowly approaching Yian.
The guard had a blank look in his eyes, and pointed the dagger at his king.
"Tuan Tuan, is it enough?"
As soon as the hoarse boy finished speaking, he stumbled around on the statue in shock. The boy opened his eyes wide and dared not speak, looking at the silver-haired guard for help.
Uncle, what should we do? This brother has discovered us. Tuantuan will definitely be beaten for not fulfilling Daddy’s order!
How could the guard controlled by the insect receive his call for help? He was concentrating on stabbing the kneeling Yi An with the dagger, but unexpectedly, Leng Baibing's hand grabbed his wrist first.
The young man staggered to his feet using the force of his grip on the guard's wrist. The loose silk cloth that was tied to him slid down to reveal his red eyes, as if a deep ocean of blood was rolling in them, reflecting the appearance of the guard.
"The temple is the last line of defense of the Snow Region."
Yi An said softly: "I'm sorry."
Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, the dagger fell, and the guard covered his head with his hands, widened his eyes, stepped back several steps, and then fell to the ground and bled to death.
Tuan Tuan screamed and huddled together in fear.
"Young Master!"
More spies who had sneaked in through the controlled Snowlanders from inside rushed up and rushed into the temple.
If anything happened to the young master, they would just wish they were dead.
"Save Tuan Tuan! Save Tuan Tuan!"
The little guy hugged the statue tightly and cried with snot all over his face. Yian's eyes darkened for a moment, and finally he gently closed his eyes, re-tied the crooked silk cloth, and knelt back in front of the statue.
"The day is auspicious and the time is good. The heaven and earth are prosperous. Burn incense on the spot. The incense smoke is thick and the gods will descend."
He recited the prayer with a calm expression, and the formation in the hall became more terrifying as he spoke, as if the god had appeared, and the group of people who rushed in felt a splitting headache.
"The incense is thick, please bless the gods, the incense is burning, the gods have great powers, bow down and worship, please——"
Ask God to descend——
“Bang, bang, bang—”
There were sounds of people falling to the ground, and the seven criminals bled to death.
Tuantuan was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and even forgot to cry.
“Why pray to God when you know that things in this world are unpredictable?”
Yi An sighed and murmured, as if warning of killing in the temple. Two lines of blood and tears dripped from under the sash, and the blue eye quietly turned red.