Chapter 1159 Sun God, Can You Come Out and Talk About It, We Don’t Want Blood Sacrifice?

Archmage Baierbo's airship flew quickly along the ridge.

The rulers of the Glorious Holy See were still repeatedly calculating the number of people to be mobilized and the marching route. Route length!

width!

Water source around!

How many mountains need to be climbed, how many bridges need to be built, where the mountain roads have collapsed and need to be repaired, how many indigenous people need to be mobilized, how much food is needed in total...

Grete, on the other hand, knew nothing about these things and walked happily along the mountain road. High reaction? You can collect oxygen into the bubble technique at any time and take a few more beautiful breaths;

Can’t climb the mountain? Riding the Phantom Horse does not consume much physical energy. If you are really tired, you can go to sleep on the floating saucer and tie the floating saucer around the Phantom Horse's neck;

Supply issues? Just kidding, with the space bag in hand, no one can be wronged, but the caster can't be wronged!

With such a strong foundation of hard conditions, the journey becomes very enjoyable. Drink tea, chat, and look at the scenery. Look at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and the canyons up close. The majestic and majestic places are dizzying.

The only drawback is...

"Grete, you're so tanned!" Cerela pouted and muttered:

"The sun is so harsh today, I feel like my face is going to peel off!"

Gretel: "..."

His first reaction was to take a quick look at the nearby Sun God priests. Fortunately, none of the priests around him responded, probably because of the language barrier.

Moreover, these Sun God priests do not have [Language Proficiency] all the time like the mages. Otherwise, if you complain in front of them that the sun is too harsh, God knows if they will want to beat you.

However, miss, at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters, there will be a high-reflection plateau, and it is true that ultraviolet rays are strong. But you are a dragon! Dragon! You look like an elf on the outside, but in your essence, you are still a silver dragon!

Silver dragons that live in high mountains, snowy mountains, and dragon nests in the clouds all year round, do you really think that their skin will peel due to such a degree of sun?

Of course, Serira complained, and that had to be resolved anyway. Gretel touched the space bag, took out a piece of silver iodide film, and activated the sun protection magic——

"go!"

A thin, vague black mist rose from the palm of her hand, covering her head and face, covering Cerela's body like a gauze. The silver dragon girl's eyes lit up, she gave him a thumbs up, and raised her chin:

What about yourself!

What about yourself!

Don't let your skin peel off, get red, or get tanned!

"ah……"

Feelings are like Xiang Zhuang's sword dance, intended for Pei Gong. Gretel quickly smiled at her, cast a sunscreen spell on himself, and threw another one to Losia. When it was Idian's turn, this half-step legend calmly waved his hand:

"I don't need it. This little sunshine is nothing to me."

That is~~~You are a person who can physically enter a high-radiation area and kill seven in and seven out, and you can carry radioactive dust in your lungs for hundreds of years~~~The ultraviolet rays in high-altitude areas cannot harm your epidermal cells at all. Bar?

Gretel silently cursed, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a group of Sun God monks looking at him intently, with strange eyes. Look at him, and then look at the light black mist covering his whole body. That look in his eyes is like seeing a devil...

Uh...okay. Gretel could almost imagine what they were thinking: Where are the guests of the Sun God that we agreed upon?

It was agreed that the Sun God would personally issue the oracle, but where are the distinguished guests coming to the royal capital?

This spell seems to be against the Sun God!

Of course, as long as Gretel doesn't criticize him face to face, Gretel can pretend he didn't see it. He was shameless and continued to chat and laugh with Cerela, and continued to wander on the mountain road.

The Phantom Horse landed silently, the Silver Moon Deer walked briskly, and although the alpaca ridden by the locals was short, it walked the smoothest on the mountain road. Uphill, downhill, around the mountains, through the fortress...

One day, two days, three days. Finally one day, the stretching mountains turned into towering city walls, built with thick and huge stones. Gretel raised his head and silently estimated in his mind:

One floor, two floors, three floors...

Although it was not as good as the Nanjing city wall he had seen, it was already remarkable that such a majestic city wall could be built on such a steep mountain!

The monks from the Sun Temple came forward to negotiate with the defenders, and then led them into the deep city gate. Grete took the opportunity to touch it and found that the cutting of the stone was extremely fine. The gaps between the stones could not be penetrated with the thinnest knife.

Moreover, it is completely built without mortar or any other adhesive——

In this country where only bronze tools are available and stone tools are still used in remote areas, it is really amazing that such a huge city wall can be built!

They passed through the city gate and walked through the streets of the city. The street, which is not very wide, is divided into two sides by a canal, in which a clear stream flows. Gretel curiously jumped off the phantom pony and reached out to grab a handful of water from the stream:

"Wow! It's so cold!"

He shook his hands desperately, wiped them dry, and put them into his arms shivering. Next to him, the priest of the Sun God raised his head proudly and pointed to the distant mountain peak:

"This is the melted snow from the sacred mountains. It collects in it and flows into our cities for the children of the Sun God to enjoy."

Gretel really wanted to throw a [Detection Magic] or an identification spell into the snow water to see what sacred substance was in the snow water...

A commotion suddenly sounded. People hurriedly quickened their pace, pouring out from various houses and rushing towards the front.

Grete and others were carried by the crowd and rushed to a square. Before Grete could figure out what was happening, a low, powerful, and long chirping sound began.

"It's the Holy Conch! The king is traveling!"

The middle-aged priest next to Gretel whispered softly. He gestured and winked, telling Grete and others to quickly dismount and stick to the roadside. At the edge of the square, people had knelt down one after another, like wheat straw blown down by the wind.

Grete had no interest in kneeling. As for Cerela and others, there is no need to expect them to kneel down for mortals. The middle-aged priest looked around nervously, then quickly led them into a shop along the street, closed the door and lowered the curtains——

There was a sound of brushing, and Gretel and others quickly crowded to the window. Losia raised her hand and released the [Mage's Secret Cabin], making the room look dark from the outside. Looking from the inside out, the view is transparent and completely unobstructed.

In the square, half of the square was filled with priests and nobles wearing colorful robes. A priest led six pure white alpacas and walked towards the highest priest.

Behind the alpaca, a group of slaves with strong bodies and numb faces were led forward. In front of the brazier in the center of the square, a blood tank familiar to Gretel and others had been set up. The priests held intricately decorated bronze knives and treated each other in silence.

Gretel: "..."

Sun God, can you come out and talk, we don’t want blood sacrifices?

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