Mars, Pantheon.
Dressed in a thick purple embroidered gold cloak, the current High Priest of Roman was walking slowly among the tall statues of the gods, holding a scepter forged from crystal, gold, and ruby sapphire, polished with a high-powered laser.
Four priests, also dressed in ornate cloaks and holding scepters made of gemstones such as mammoth ivory, gold, and emeralds, cautiously followed him, without making a sound, gliding like ghosts across the smooth floor of the temple.
"The Menepole family has done a great job this time."
After walking for half an hour and passing by hundreds of huge god statues, the high priest said slowly in his unique magnetic voice: "With such a huge contribution, that little guy of the Men'er Pole family has all been converted into family contributions, and the family that was originally ranked tenth is now in the third high position of the Roman's Elective Family, and it is really interesting to be close to the Holzim family." ” The four priests bowed deeply, not daring to speak.
"However, all the young elites of the other nine elector families have disappeared, and only Popheis of the Men'er Pole family has the courage to come back with the mothership alone."
The four priests had just straightened up, and when they heard the high priest's cold and emotionless words, they hurriedly bowed deeply again.
"How is Your Majesty's body doing?"
The hapless priests straightened up again, but once again bowed deeply upon hearing the high priest's question.
A priest replied with sincere fear: "The latest news we have received is that Your Majesty's body has been well maintained recently.
Especially in the past year, he has pampered three to five concubines every day, and two concubines have been conceived. ” The High Priest's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he asked in a strange tone, "How is it possible to conceive?"
After a period of silence, the high priest laughed inexplicably, tilted the scepter in his hand to the floor, and said in a low voice, "Pregnant."
Conceived.
Is it to compensate him for the loss of his two sons, since he himself sent his two sons to death, will he still feel distressed?"
Under the hood of the cloak, two golden lights flashed, and the high priest looked at the huge idols nearby, and said slowly: "I really think that returning the idols of the gods to the Pantheon will allow me" After a few strange laughs, the high priest suddenly picked up speed and walked forward quickly.
This time he walked almost a few points faster than the average person could run with all his might, and he and the four priests behind him were like flying fish gliding on the water, flying forward almost without touching the ground.
The wind brought by the five men swept through the empty hall, stirring up a dull echo among the gods, as if they had come to life, muttering their frustrations.
After running forward in the huge temple for more than an hour, the high priest suddenly turned around and rushed towards a black stone statue that was more than three hundred meters high.
A golden light shot out from his scepter and hit the center of the idol's brow, and with a slight mechanical roar, the idol's heart suddenly opened a portal more than six meters high.
The high priest and the four attendants flew up like catkins in the wind, and the fish sank into the portal.
A faint black light flashed around the idol, and the portal closed again, leaving not a single gap on the surface of the idol.
After about two minutes, a dozen Spirit Assassins, dressed in black tights and looking as sticky as loaches, silently emerged from the air near the statue.
They circled around the neighborhood in amazement, like a pack of hounds that had suddenly lost their prey target.
One of the Spirit Assassins who led the team made a gesture lightly, and the assassins spread out lightly, constantly tapping and touching the bodies of the gods, apparently knowing that there was a secret door here.
"Blasphemous sinners, die."
With a muffled shout, eight old men dressed in priestly robes stepped out from behind a nearby idol.
A dazzling light erupted from their hands, and a dozen Elven Assassins screamed and fled for their lives, but pillars of powerful white flames erupted from beneath their feet, burning them to ashes in an instant.
The eight priests circled around the nearby idol a few times, and after making sure that no stranger existed, they quietly disappeared into the darkness at the idol's feet.
In the huge statue of the god just now, the high priest and his four attendants floated quickly along a passage that descended at forty-five degrees, which was extremely high and wide, and was made of white stone slabs as smooth as jade.
The stone slabs are carved with religious motifs, but these religious motifs have nothing to do with the Romanese gods, and they are full of patterns of God's creation of man in seven days, Adam and Eve stealing apples, the Great Flood, and the Last Judgment.
The long passage stretched downward, and at the speed of the High Priest's flight, it took him nearly a quarter of an hour to reach the end of the passage.
Ahead, there is an extremely deep rift valley, about 100 kilometers high from bottom to top, the widest part of the rift valley is about two kilometers, and the left and right sides are no more than seven or eight kilometers long.
At this moment, the sun was hanging overhead, and the bright sunlight illuminated this strange rift valley, and even brightened the cathedral in the middle of the rift valley, which was hundreds of meters high.
Silver crosses stand on top of the church's tallest towers, filled with statues of angels armed with swords and trombones, mischievous cherubs flying bare-ass around these archangels, and a faint scent of ambergris fills the air.
In front of the church, there is a square incense burner made of sterling silver, and the expensive natural ambergris is burning in the incense burner several meters long and wide.
Dozens of young Romanes, dressed in white robes and unusually handsome and without the slightest blemish, stood in front of the church, reciting the Old Testament verses aloud in unison.
The high priest's body shuddered and stamped his feet vigorously, he didn't even look at the Roman youths, and strode into the church with his head down.
The main hall of the church is a huge hall forged of sterling silver, and on the neat long wooden chairs sit upright hundreds of romantic young people whose faces, skin, words and deeds are not flawed, and they are like exquisite works of art.
They remained in exactly the same position, looking feverishly at a young roman standing on the pulpit in front of them.
The young man was dressed in a white robe, and his hair was silvery-white, and even his eyes did not know how to make them silver.
What is especially strange is that there is a white circle of light more than a foot in diameter suspended above his head, which looks exactly like the inhabitants of Heaven in the Earth Federation comics.
The young man raised his hands in the air, and he shouted loudly: "The great Lord tells me that the end of the day will come to the end, and the end of everything will come because the filth and filth of the world have angered the great Lord, so there will be the judgment of the last day."
Dirty creatures, dirty beliefs, dirty pursuits, dirty everything.
Everything is dirty, everything is filthy.
The Lord will send down the flame of the last day, and will consume all the filthiness of the world. ” "In order to slow down the coming of the last day, we must eradicate all the filth of the world."
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"We want to purify our bodies, purify our minds, purify our souls, purify the environment around us."
"Earthlings are dirty, so all earthlings must be exterminated."
"The Spirit Race people are dirty, so all the Spirit People must be exterminated."
"Phantom people are dirty, so all Phantom people must be exterminated."
"The vast majority of the Romans are filthy, so the vast majority of the Romans must be exterminated."
"But, though the Romans themselves were dirty, they were cleaner than the lowly, primitive, and crude creatures."
"So, use the Romans to exterminate the filthy creatures, and then launch a purge among the Romans, first of all, to exterminate the lowly filthy half-breeds.
Then the defiled and polluted Romans were eliminated, and finally all imperfect Romans were eliminated, and the Romans who were left behind were clean and unbeaten. ” "Only the purest of lambs will be spared from the last judgment of the great Lord, and you, I, the apostles of the great Lord, the chosen elect of the saints who worship the Lord" "You are not perfect, you are not clean, but you have the hope of being clean" "Honor the Great Lord and give your souls to the Great Lord; Honor the Great Me, and give your lives and to the Great Self and you will be saved."
The young man roared feverishly: "Believe in me, you will have eternal life, believe in me, you can survive after the end, believe in me, and you will be the gods of the new era" With a bang, the young man tore off his robe, knelt down under the huge cross behind him, and cried out: "Lord, accept my piety, and I will continue to cleanse myself, and all the elect, and finally our pure body and soul will stand before you and accept your judgment."
Four unusually strong Roman men walked up to the pulpit with thorn strips cast from special alloys, and their pious chests drew a cross, and then waved the thorn strips several meters long and thick with the mouth of the bowl in their hands, and slapped them fiercely on the young man's back.
Heavy strips of thorns fell on the young man's flesh with a dull cracking sound, and those present heard the cracking sound of his bones, and saw the large swath of flesh on his back being torn by the long sharp thorns.
The Romanese youths sitting on the benches stood up at the same time, singing a hymn to God, holding hands in a fervent voice, swaying from side to side.
"Lord, save your believers, and I will sweep away all filth and darkness for you before the end comes."
The young man screamed, and his spiritual power rushed out of his head like a hurricane, turning into a silver whirlwind that swept through the entire hall.
Those Roman youths closed their eyes, and they reverently chanted God's name, and there was also a great spiritual power rushing out of their brows, merging into the spiritual storm of the young man.
The four Romanese men silently waved the thorn strips, beating the young man's body into a bloody blur, revealing white bones and colorful internal organs in many places.
The young man screamed with all his might, chanting God's name incessantly.
A wonderful chant came from the sky, and six silver wings condensed from pure spiritual power suddenly erupted from behind the young man.
A white light fell from the sky, gently sprinkled on his body.
The young man's body trembled and twitched, his almost disintegrating body healing at a miraculous speed, and in just a few blinks of an eye his body became intact, leaving not even the tiniest scratch on his smooth skin.
The young man with a holy and solemn face slowly stood up, he turned his body, and looked majestically at the high priest standing at the door of the temple.
After a long time, the young man nodded slowly and said, "Noble High Priest, Worshipper of the Evil God, why did you come to this sacred place, do you also have to believe in God?"
The High Priest rolled his eyes angrily, panting and looking at the young man for a long time before the High Priest said slowly: "O saint among the Romans, the last leader of the Roman Knights, Your Excellency the Mad Angel, do you remember your surname?"
The naked young man flapped his wings lightly, and he flew slowly to a beautiful Roman girl, reached out and hooked her soft waist, and flew high into the air with her in his arms.
In front of the high priest and so many people, the mad angel took off the girl's clothes and entered the girl's body with a calm expression.
Looking at the High Priest gently, while trying to shake his body, the mad angel said slowly: "My surname is Holtam, when I dedicate me to the great God, this surname" The Roman Maiden let out a graceful moan, and the mad angel twitched on her for less than thirty strokes before pouring out.
With a low gasp, the mad angel put the girl back in her place, and he smiled gently at the girl, "You have gone through another divine purification, and I purify you and your soul on behalf of the divine lord."
When the last day comes, you will have eternal life. ” The girl looked at the mad angel obsessively, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, and prayed sincerely: "Great master, I am willing to give everything for you. ” The mad angel smiled and kissed the girl's pale golden lips, and slowly flew in front of the high priest.
"I, remember that I used to have that last name, Holtam said, what's wrong with the Holtam family" The High Priest's eyes burst into a blinding fire, and he said in a deep voice, "The first heir of the Holtam family is missing.
Before his disappearance, he had enough merit points to succeed the current king after his natural death. ” Nodding as a matter of course, the mad angel said lightly: "Oh, this is my bloodline, of course it is excellent."
But why did he disappear?"
The High Priest sneered: "The Red Dragon King personally did it. ” The mad angel's body stiffened suddenly, and he looked at the high priest in surprise and asked, "The Red Dragon King, he personally took action."
The High Priest nodded slowly: "He and His Majesty the King seem to have reached some kind of agreement. ” Strange laughed a few times, and the high priest said gloomily: "The former captain of the King's Guard and His Majesty the King are naturally the best partners. ” After a moment of silence, the mad angel slowly raised his arms: "Great Lord, for your glory, the time has come to cleanse the filth. ” The silver light covered the entire hall.
To be continued: