Chapter 1160 Sun God: Gretel, Are You Here? Let's Talk?

The ceremony in the square went on in an orderly manner.

Gretel and others on the side of the square poked their heads through the window.

"Wow, there are so many gold and silver statues in the square!"

At first glance, Serila was attracted by the flash of gold and silver.

Grete looked intently in the direction of her finger and saw that the square where the nobles and priests stood was covered with fine white sand. In the middle of the white sand, there are various sculptures, large and small, shining with gold and silver:

Alpaca, llama, fox, guinea pig, turkey, conch...

Although the smallest one was only the size of a knuckle, and the largest one was not as big as a palm, so many gold and silver sculptures were thrown in the middle of the white sand like pebbles on the beach. This level of luxury still made Gretel twitch slightly. Take a breath.

"These are all cast by the craftsmen of the royal capital."

At some point, the priest of the Sun God, who was responsible for accompanying them, had already come to Grete. He pointed at the sculptures on the beach and sighed softly:

"Alas, the relocation of the royal capital here has really caused heavy losses. In the past, the statues on the beach were at least twice as big as they are now. Half of them were made of gold, and they were much larger than they are now..."

Grete also wanted to sigh. This kind of behavior of throwing gold and silver sculptures on the beach, in his opinion, is a complete disregard of wealth and people's power - and yet, the other party is still lamenting that he is much poorer now than before?

"Ah, by the way, why is there a beach in this square?" He suddenly realized:

"I remember this place should be on a plateau. Even if there are rocks and weathered gravel, it shouldn't be like this, right?"

"These sands were brought back from the coast, symbolizing the connection between the sacred mountain peaks and the mother of the ocean, Mamakocha." The middle-aged priest proudly puffed up his chest, and after a moment, it collapsed again:

"In the former royal capital, these sands came from the purest white beach. The sea outside the beach would emit pure blue light at night - it was the long hair of the mother of the ocean. Moreover, the white beach would also be mixed with sacred pink conch…”

He sighed sadly:

"Those pink conches that only come from the northern coast can no longer be found... Even if we replace them with conches made of gold and silver, we can't perfectly harness the power of Mother Ocean as before..."

...By the way, what are you trying to do to tap into the power of the ocean on a plateau of more than 3,000 meters?

Grete looked sideways. Just after these few words, the conch trumpet was blown high for the second time, and a row of long sedan chairs were carried into the square by the attendants.

There is a person sitting on top of each sedan chair. No, as the sedan came a little closer, Grete narrowed his eyes slightly:

They were not living people, but mummies dressed in gorgeous costumes. Their remains were dehydrated and embalmed and preserved quite completely, with each person's facial features clearly visible.

From the top of the sedan, a thin piece of black smoke hangs down, and the sedan curtain generally blocks the blazing sunlight from the ceiling. And these mummies were sitting quietly on the low stools in the center of the sedan, looking at the outside world through the curtain of the sedan -

They are really watching, really reacting to everything in the outside world. Gretel didn't even need to use his mental energy to feel the inexplicable pressure coming from the mummies.

——Well, the ecstasy of Black Crow Swamp...

Grete could almost imagine how Brother Linn would be salivating if he saw these mummies here, or if Archmage Heins, who presides over the research institute in Eagle Country, were here.

Probably, he would empty out his treasures and pay whatever price he could, and also want to get a mummy for study, right?

"These are the ancestral kings of the kingdom." Beside them, the sun priests stood up respectfully, bowing their heads in silence. And among the attendants and servants who followed, one by one, they were already prostrate on the ground:

"Dear distinguished guests, please show your respect to the late king."

Gretel pouted and stood up. The sedans passed one by one, and next to each sedan were four attendants, holding long feather dusters dyed bright red, pretending to brush away the mosquitoes and flies that came up:

Although in Grete's opinion, these actions were completely unnecessary. He had already seen several insects falling silently into the black smoke outside the sedan. These undead creatures are not weak...

Behind the sedan, in addition to the attendants, there were also nobles wearing gorgeous robes, gold bracelets and gold earrings, serving their monarch like ministers. These sedan chairs were lifted one by one and landed at various locations in the square, as if they were guarding the entire square.

After the mummy's palanquin, the sacred conch trumpet was blown a third time. This time, Gretel saw a particularly ornate and complicated high priest, holding a long wooden staff, slowly walking out of the crowd. He stood in front of the crowd, opened his arms, and raised his head to the sky:

"Oh, sun, our father—"

he shouted. The surrounding crowd fell silent, one by one, bowing their knees in worship, like waves of wheat blown down by the wind. Among the crowd, only one person stood still and walked step by step to the high priest:

"This is the king! Bow down!"

The Sun Priest lowered his voice as he prompted. Gretel didn't want to argue with him, so he lowered his head slightly and tried to look up. Serila already said "Hey":

"He's not wearing a crown!"

"He wears royal tassels." Grete pulled the silver dragon girl and asked her to show her superficial respect. Udian's explanation has already sounded slowly in the spiritual connection:

"Cerila, look at the red ribbon wrapped around his head - it is made of the best alpaca hair, mixed with the feathers of condors, red parrots, umbrella birds, and many other kinds of monsters. Made."

Cerela narrowed her eyes and looked over carefully. He looked up and down, looked around, and muttered:

"Not very strong..."

It’s just a monster! The force response on this strap is not strong at all! If she catches this level of monsters by herself, she can catch dozens of them in a day, which is not enough to squeeze through her teeth!

"Each country has its own customs. In this country, only this red belt is the symbol of the king. And you see, the cloak on his body is as delicate as silk. This is a small robe specially made for the royal family. Alpacas, only Sun Virgins can weave.”

Cerela snorted and stopped talking. The high priest chanted a long sacrificial verse and pointed at the king:

"Great Sun God, our father! Please let your sons become conquerors and plunderers of all mankind. We revere you and offer sacrifices to you. Please also grant our requests and let us enjoy prosperity. and happiness..."

Amidst the chanting, the pure white alpacas were led forward one by one and pushed to the ground. The bronze knife in the priest's hand slit their throats and let their blood spray into the stone trough.

Blood trickled into the stone basin below. Grete frowned and looked around:

The aura of the undead became turbulent. The mummy kings sitting around the square opened their eyes one after another, greedily absorbing the power of death.

A pure white alpaca with at least level five magical beast power that is specially raised for sacrifice. Their blood, their life force, rose upward like smoke.

Half of it is thrown into the mummy king's palanquin, and the other half rises, rises, rises...

Something is coming. Something opened its eyes, happily, greedily, sucking in the power. The entire square seemed to darken, then seemed to get brighter, filled with a thin mist of blood.

After the alpaca, there are various other monsters. A big fish as tall as a person caught from the sea (Gretel couldn’t imagine how such a big fish could be delivered to the royal capital alive);

When unfolded, the shell is huge enough for an adult to lie down inside;

Then to the burly and majestic jaguar, to the macaw with bright feathers, to all kinds of big birds...

All kinds of magical beasts that Gretel could think of and couldn't imagine, had their throats cut, their blood drained, and their hearts cut open one by one. The power in the square boiled more intensely, and the expressions of the priests became more and more nervous:

On the magic staffs in their hands, the ribbons automatically connected to each other without wind, as if forming a huge barrier. Stopped at the edge of the square, in front of the king and nobles who were watching the sacrifice:

These are the people who believe in you!

This is not a sacrifice for you!

Get out!

Go back to the center of the square!

Gretel clearly felt that some boiling power was about to pounce on the noble, but he retracted under the obstruction of the ribbon of the staff. They pounced on the sacrifices and ate and drank.

Those strong and fleshy monsters shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and even turned into gray smoke, scattering on the ground.

Of course, in the center of the square, the clergymen who perform sacrificial tasks can only rely on themselves. The divine robes on each priest's body glowed with a faint golden light, as if they could not protect themselves otherwise.

Working in pairs, they dragged the slaves as human sacrifices to the center of the square and forced them to kneel down. There, a burly priest swung a heavy bronze battle ax and chopped off the slave's head with one blow;

Or, cut their bodies in half and let their blood dye the white sand red;

Some human animals had their limbs cut off, their bodies dismembered, their stomachs disemboweled...

Some human beings cannot even die immediately, but have to toss and moan and endure great pain. Grete frowned, feeling the boiling atmosphere in the center of the square and above the square:

It seems that the pain itself can provide strength to the gods who enjoy the sacrifice. The more pain there is, the more obvious the heavy pressure from the gods becomes. Gretel frowned:

Whether it was the teacher, Elder Wood, Elder Tapros, or Elder Fahim, they all complained to him. A god who relies on blood sacrifices to survive would basically be at the end of his rope if he were not young.

Is the situation of the Sun God... very bad?

No matter what he thought, the Sun God was still enjoying his sacrifices comfortably. Finally, bronze, golden light like the setting sun fell on the entire square:

The blood, smoke, white sand, and even the gold and silver sculptures on the white sand were all swept away. The golden light burped, became slightly brighter, and walked leisurely around the square.

Suddenly, it shined through the window lattice, sweeping away the barrier previously released by Rosia, and gently enveloped Grete.

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