Chapter 1185: This Sword Cuts Through the Lake and Cuts Down the Sky.
The moment Idian stood up, the tightness and depression in Gretel's chest was instantly relieved.
It was obvious that the aura of this half-step legendary warrior was enough to repel the long-distance pressure of the legend just by standing still, providing a safe sky for Gretel.
"call……"
Grete took two hard breaths and finally felt like he was alive. Just as he raised his head, someone pressed down on his shoulder, making him involuntarily dwarfed by half:
"Get down!"
A deep voice shouted from behind. Grete squatted down with this force, squatted down, and jumped forward, lying on the ground - thank you for not knocking me down directly!
If you pounce like this, the impact on the ground will be smaller at least, and your nose won't be flattened on the ground!
Grete fell to the ground and glanced furtively. In front of him, behind him, on his left, and on his right, they all fell down like wheat - Cerela, Bernard, Senior Brother Baierbo, and even Idian also fell down very skillfully.
Why are you so skilled?
Gretel buried his face in the withered hay, feeling the itching sensation of the grass blades rubbing against his skin, and complained silently. I understand the truth. Is the other party a legend? It’s not shabby to just fall to the ground and pretend to be dead——
Moreover, these people are not local aborigines, so there is no need to step in and help the aborigines to seize chestnuts from the fire.
However, your movements are too skilled! Especially Senior Brother Baierbo, you actually knocked me down right away... In your past adventures, how many times have you encountered dangerous situations where you needed to hide, throw yourself down, or pretend to be dead to get through?
While thinking about it, he quietly outputted a little bit of natural power and discussed with the surrounding environment. The grass blades are softer, please don't prick me, and don't put them in my nostrils;
All the bugs around me, please go away and don’t crawl on me—and don’t crawl under me either;
The grass roots should grow a little lower and hold on to the surrounding land to prevent the lakeshore from accidentally collapsing...
While mobilizing the power of nature, I felt that the surrounding land was gently undulating. It's not strong, it just sinks a little, so that when they lie on the ground, they are 5cm to 10cm lower than the people lying around them who are also lying down -
In this way, someone else would block the strong wind blowing close to the lake so that it would not blow directly on them.
And in order to prevent the lake water from splashing, they gather in depressions. Around the place where each of them lay down, a small diversion ditch was dug to divert the lake water to other places.
It can be said that I am very skilled in making myself lie down in a comfortable position. I don’t know if it was Idian’s move or Senior Brother Baierbo’s move.
They lay on the ground and stood idly by. Around them, a group of middle-level and low-level priests were knocked to the ground by the sudden impact. Many people fainted immediately, while many more people were still struggling to hold on:
The high priest's body swayed, and he stepped forward and snatched the golden disk from the hands of the Sun Goddess. Cut your wrist, let the blood flow on the disc, then raise the disc high above your head and chant loudly:
"The sun turns yellow,
Night falls mysteriously;
…The death of the sun makes time become an instant;
…the earth refuses to bury its king,
rocky cliffs,
Trembling for its master, singing a dirge repeatedly..."
The disc shines brightly. A golden light that was not too bright, with a hint of bronze, shot straight out from the disk and shot up to a height of tens of feet. This golden light immediately turned downwards and turned into a bright light curtain, covering everyone present.
Rays of golden light lit up one after another. From the gold ornaments worn by the sun priests, from the long hair of the sun goddesses, and the accessories of the sun virgins, from the statues of the sun god, the main hall of the temple, and even the outer walls and squares:
There is strength and weakness, light and darkness. Some are like bonfires, some are like torches, and some, under the sun that is engulfed inch by inch, look like dim fireflies——
However, these dots of golden light actually condensed under the dim sky, lighting up the holy lake that had been darkened by the sun being swallowed up. Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a new sun rising in the holy lake.
This is their usual mission. Year after year, year after year, they come to the edge of the holy lake, praise the sun, sing the praises of the sun, reduce the power to the weakest sun, and wake up from its slumber.
The only difference is that the hymn that was usually sung in the middle of the night was moved to the moment of the solar eclipse by the high priest.
The low and melodious panpipe, the rough and bright genna flute, the majestic and solemn tree drum, and the sacred and distant conch all played together in the light curtain. The priests banged and played various instruments, singing praises to their gods and awakening their spirits.
The louder the music, the more orderly and high-pitched the carols, and the brighter and more concentrated the golden light—
On the top of the snow peak, the faces of the two legends of the Glorious Holy See became more and more gloomy and angry.
"Despicable believers in false gods." Governor Martinez clenched the sword at his waist and raised his thick eyebrows. He took a step forward, and his thick military boots left a deep footprint on the top of the snowy peak:
"I originally wanted to save my strength to deal with the false gods first, but instead of attacking them with all my strength, they actually dared to resist..."
"It's a pity that in order not to alert the false gods, we can't kill them all first. Moreover, our people's marching speed is also a little slow, so they can't rush here immediately to pray to the Lord with us."
Archbishop Bartolome said calmly. He stretched out a white palm from his wide sleeves, with a string of rosary beads surrounding it, pointing downward:
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No! I'll do it!"
The governor said coldly. He pulled out the sword, held it tightly with both hands, and rested his forehead on the sword's spine reverently.
The next moment, the long sword that had accompanied him through thousands of mountains and rivers and had been stained with countless blood flashed a bright seven-color light, and soon returned to pure white.
And the pure white light lit up little by little, illuminating his face, illuminating the snow peaks under his feet, illuminating the swirling snowflakes and ice cubes...
Finally, it turned into a blade of light that reached the sky and penetrated the earth, slashing across the lake.
With one slash, a storm surged.
Grete was lying on the ground and felt the hair on the back of his head being pushed to the side by the violent cold wind. The collar and cuffs were filled with cold wind, and the reeds on the shore of the lake bent deeply——
This sword seems to be just a glow of nothingness, but it can even push away the air on both sides of the blade.
With one chop, the lake water split.
The light blade cuts across the lake, soundlessly, pressing down inch by inch. A deep crack was instantly cut into the deep lake water, just like Moses parting the Red Sea.
While Grete was busy, he raised a secret eye close to a temple priest standing nearby. After a quick glance, the crack in the lake stretched from the shore here to the foot of the snow peak. It was about ten feet wide and bottomless.
As for the boat and the king in the middle of the lake...
king?
king?
Where is the king?
The water wall stood firm and smooth as a mirror. Not even a human figure or blood could be seen, let alone a king.
With one slash, he aimed at the Sun Temple on the shore of the lake, aimed at the sun disk held high in the hand of the high priest, and pressed it down solemnly——
Gretel could only be grateful that he was an outsider and was not placed in the center of the ceremony, dozens of meters away from the high priest. Even so, this powerful sword energy made his hair stand on end and he felt like he was suffocating.
He is like this. What kind of pressure does the high priest bear when he confronts the legendary power head-on? !
Gretel didn't know and didn't dare to think about it. But fortunately, the high priest is not fighting alone, and he is not alone against this overwhelming pressure——
Flames soared into the sky.
With a shout, several warriors standing in the crowd of nobles waved their weapons upward with all their strength. Battle axe, battle hammer, spear, bolas——
Weapons made of gold, bronze, ground from animal bones, with wooden handles inlaid with obsidian... all kinds of weapons, used in rituals or battles, stained with blood or not stained with blood, rose up. Eye-searing flames.
Condensed into the form of flames, condensed into the form of the sun or moon, condensed into the form of a beast... Gretel even saw the prototype of several runes in it.
Transparent, translucent, golden or blood-colored, separated from the weapons, or even separated from the fists of the warriors, they hit the falling sword energy like meteors.
boom!
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Explosions sounded one after another. Hitting the pure white sword energy, a burst of fire exploded, and stars fell down...
With one explosion, there was no change in the sword energy. With ten explosions, there was no change. With one hundred explosions, the brilliant lightsaber seemed to pause a little, and the white light condensed on the blade seemed to be smeared with traces of light. shadow.
"efficient!"
"continue!"
someone shouted from below. Not surprisingly, the second round of flames hit him one after another.
Finally, the mottled and stained light blade fell on the light mask made of golden light. The mask of light shook violently, and the high priest's whole body shook violently, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and turned into little golden light that merged into the mask of light.
At the same time, many temples on the island were lit up with colorful lights. The Temple of the Earth Mother, the Temple of the Lord of the Peaks, the Temple of the Ocean Mother, the Temple of the Sacred Lake Goddess, the Temple of the Quetzalcoatl and the God of Fertility...
Each of them raised different flames and joined the light mask. From the surrounding islands and even the lakes at the foot of the peaks, clear brilliance emerged, rushing towards the mask of golden light.
The light blade was lifted up and dropped. There was no sound, as if the air had condensed into a solid substance at this moment, but Gretel felt a roar in his ears, like thunder——
The mask vibrated violently again and suddenly exploded, scattering little flying fireflies. However, these streams of light did not give in. They rushed into the pure white light blade and exploded one by one.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the pure white light blade turned into colorful colors, dimmed, and disintegrated. The high priest of the Sun Temple, the dozen or so high-level priests around him, and even the warriors who struggled to take action, all fell to the ground silently.
one strike.
Just one hit.
Just one strike from Legend almost exhausted the power of everyone present... Sure enough, only Legend can fight against Legend?
Hey, Sun God, have you finished your transformation?
Get up and get to work!
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