"Praise the Lord God! Your devout people, offer you the most sacred sacrifice! The descendants of gods from the blood of the sun, the sacred branch blood of the first generation of ancestors, the glorious nobles who volunteered to sacrifice for the divine war, the noble gorge Pacho, the leader of the Jin clan!…”
The Sun God stood in the sky, hanging high on the top of the solemn altar, watching majestically and silently. Elder Yazar, the god of war, looked up at the sun and shouted piously. Then, two strong and burly temple guards supported Paqiao, the equally strong and burly leader of the Xiajin clan, and climbed to the top of the altar step by step. There, a mahogany sacrificial platform, just like the sacrificial stone on the great temple, silently waiting for warmth and bright red!
"Ah? It's him, it's him?!... The sacrifice offered to the gods turned out to be the most powerful glorious nobleman of the alliance, the talker of Weiyin Puchtland, Paqiao, the chief of the Xiajin clan?"
Hearing the announcement from the elder God of War, Woodpecker Apei stood on the spot in disbelief, and even his voice trembled. You know, Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin Clan, is the true glorious nobleman of the alliance and the commander of the Xiajin City-State Legion! ...And among the seven traditional local states of the alliance, there are only seven legion commanders in total who actually control the legion! ..
"No, that's not right! Tepetel, the commander of the Mountain Army, was tried and executed by Captain Shusok, and was succeeded by his son Yinzel. The leader of the Sourwood Army, Yotiko, died in the Eastern Expedition, and was succeeded by the leader of the Spruce Clan, Hoch. Carlo took over. The two new legion commanders were completely inferior to their two predecessors, and their control over the legion was very limited. They even allowed the central alliance to dispatch war priests..."
"So! Paqiao, the commander of the Xiajin Army, is one of the five most important talkers in the alliance states who holds local military and political power! And such a prestigious nobleman, one of the five people who hold great power, He actually 'volunteered' to become a sacrifice in the war festival?...Voluntary?! Lord God!..."
Thinking of this, the woodpecker's heart tightened, his hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but shudder. Under such a warm sun, he felt like he was in the dark dungeon of the temple, feeling chills all over his body. At this moment, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the Xiajin clan leader supported by the temple guards. Looking at the once aloof figure, he wished that his eyes were dazzled and his ears were defective...
"Ah! Warriors who volunteer to sacrifice!"
"He is truly the most devout divine noble!"
"Praise the Lord God! Praise Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin clan!..."
The deafening cheers were shouted from the mouths of the onlookers warriors and militiamen, like the prelude of thunder, lingering in front of the central altar. The leader of the Xiajin clan, who had truly experienced the temple dungeon, was taking a step forward, trembling all over, and was helped forward by two guards, walking towards the sacred death.
At this moment, his strong and burly body, which could fight one against ten, disappeared quietly like divine smoke. He was at the mercy of the guards, like soft cotton. Because he had been anesthetized a long time ago, he could not speak, and his limbs were stiff and numb. There was only a pair of eyes with deep hatred, staring at the majestic God of War Elder Yazar, as if they were about to spit out fire!
"The main god hangs high like the sun, and the god king is the incarnation of the sun in the human world!"
Seeing the look in the eyes of the Xiajin clan leader, the God of War elder Yazar pursed his lips, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Then, he spoke in a deep voice, as if he was explaining something, or just praising.
"Therefore, the God King rules the alliance, and no one can go against God's will! Xiajin Paqiao, your devout belief in the Lord God and the noble virtue of having the courage to sacrifice will be remembered by the entire alliance! At this moment, you are silent and calm Facing the sacred death will also become the most magnificent chapter in the epic, and will be sung by poets for thousands of years!"
Hearing this, Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin clan, opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth. He used all his strength to open his mouth with great difficulty, and tried his best to make a faint sound come out of his throat.
"I...have no...sin...I...curse...him...to die...to die...to die..."
"Praise the Lord God! Praise the devout and dedicated warriors of the Alliance, praise the fearless and dedicated leader Paqiao of the Xiajin clan!..."
The God of War elder Yazar immediately raised his staff and chanted loudly while winking to the left and right. Since the leader of the Xiajin clan cannot show his dignity by himself, let the priests help him show his dignity!
Seeing the signal, the five accompanying alliance priests immediately stepped forward. They skillfully grabbed the Xiajin clan leader's limbs, covered his mouth, and laid him flat on the wooden sacrifice platform. Then, a priest took out a small clay pot, took off the rubber-sealed lid, dropped two drops of the medicine inside, and dropped it into the mouth of the Xiajin clan leader.
"Uh!...Huh?...Ah..."
As soon as the potion enters your mouth, the calming feeling quickly spreads. In just a moment, Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin Clan, had a happy smile on his face. He lay flat on the sacrifice platform, his eyes diverging, looking directly at the sun in the sky. The midday sun was so bright that his eyes were soon burned by the dazzling light, and he couldn't help but shed tears. However, even so, he still watched with a smile, yearning for it in ecstasy, and waiting for something with joy.
"..."
Looking at the Xiajin clan leader like this, War God Elder Yazar lowered his eyes and sighed secretly in his heart. He naturally knew that the other party was forced to "voluntarily" become a sacrifice. He also knew that the other party was very stubborn. He kept cursing desperately in the dungeon of the temple, shouting that he was innocent and unwilling to explain anything.
However, all this is in vain! His fate had already been decided by the supreme God King from the moment the king's order was issued... "Sacrifice to God!"
"Hey! Pacho!... You should never have conspired against the king and got involved in those fatal rumors! You should also have resisted the king's request to transfer the title to a local nobleman. The leader who acts both obediently and secretly..."
"Why don't you understand? King Avit's centralized reform is like a raging flood, coming with irresistible thunder! And if you stand in the front, you will have to be submerged by the flood and crackled by the thunder. What a shattering realization!…”
Thinking of the alliance's increasingly fierce and cruel political struggles over the years, War God Elder Yazar sighed silently. He took one last deep look at Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin clan, and then turned around to look at the main person of today's grand ceremony, who was also the most important goal of his trip.
"Praise the Lord God, praise the king, praise His Highness!... The sacred ceremony has begun, and the Lord God's eyes are looking at us! This is the most sacred sacrifice, and it is also the divine will that cannot be missed!..."
Elder Yazar, God of War, looked gentle and looked at the monkey Kuruka who was also silent, with a kind smile on his face. However, when he spoke with a smile, his calm words were like thunder, making Kuruca tremble slightly.
"Dear Marshal Kuruka! You are the marshal of the Western Expedition to Lake Chapala, the commander of so many majestic warriors, and the glorious nobleman in charge of Hekou County. You are the representative of His Highness Shulot here!..."
"Then! On behalf of His Highness, please accept the obsidian dagger offered as a sacrifice, and in front of tens of thousands of warriors!... Send Paqiao, the devout and fearless leader of the Xiajin clan who voluntarily sacrificed himself, to the beautiful and peaceful red country!
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