There are two festivals in the anniversary festival.
One is a festival competition that everyone can enjoy.
There are various competitions so that everyone can find one that interests them.
The other one is a sacrificial ceremony that is only open to high-level human beings.
The sacrificial stage has not been rebuilt, it is still the same as it was thirty years ago.
The Golden Empire as the host is located in the center, while the stands of other countries or forces are spread out to both sides, like fans.
However, the Golden Empire is not too arrogant, everyone's stands are the same.
I remember that Zhao Wudi deliberately raised the stands of the Golden Empire by one level.
Although it was nothing, it also made some people a little unhappy.
But this time Zhao Feng's actions won the favor of some people.
It seems that this emperor is indeed a very calm and fair emperor like the legends outside.
At this time, the sacrificial dance was about to end, and it was about to enter the time for the chanting of the spirit and the singing of carols.
However, for this sacrificial ceremony, some people had extremely serious expressions, while others had expressions of disdain.
For example, the old man in the stands next to the Golden Empire, his expression should not be said to be disdain, but an attitude of indifference.
Behind him, there were several priests wearing white or red sacrificial robes, which were incompatible with the current scene, but no one raised any objections to them.
Because it is very simple.
Their identity is the Holy Cult of the first anniversary festival held by the Golden Empire, and the majestic old man who leads it is the legendary Arbitrator who is on par with the Pope.
For them, the object of the Golden Empire's anniversary sacrifice is obviously not a god worthy of their reverence, and this is undoubtedly a provocation to the Holy Religion.
Of course, this is just what the Holy Cult thinks.
The tradition of anniversary sacrifices has never changed, but the Holy Cult has never been interested in anniversary sacrifices.
However, the chief arbitrator's lack of concern seems to be related to another matter.
"Is there any news?"
A red-robed priest suddenly ran to the stands and came to the arbitrator's side.
The arbitrator asked expressionlessly.
"Not yet, and it seems that the saint has not left the imperial capital."
There were two divine rings embroidered on the shoulders of the red-robed priest.
Representing his identity, "It is very possible that the saint is acting alone."
"It's just nonsense."
The chief arbiter snorted coldly.
"You don't even have the consciousness to be the next pope?
It seems that you have been with Flair for too long and have been influenced by him."
"Keep looking.
If it doesn't work, let a few priests lift the seal.
At worst, let them leave the imperial capital and find the saint first."
The chief arbiter ordered coldly, "Do you understand?"
"Yes."
The red-robed priest accepted the order and ran down the stand.
The arbitrator's eyes continued to stay on the dance in front of him.
Although he was not interested, his identity forced him to watch the boring performance here.
The meeting this time was also due to the betrayal of the previous pope, which forced him to enter the golden continent in order to seek divine punishment from the pope.
And now that they are here, it is impossible for the Holy Cult to be so rampant that they come to participate in the anniversary sacrifices after humiliating the empire in the golden continent.
Think about it.
In addition to the Holy Cult, there is another owner in the stands who also has a look of disdain, that is the blood-red emperor of the Empire wearing a red robe, Cairo Disha Fero "Rachel.
How long will this performance last?"
Cairodis yawned and turned to ask the gray-clad Iron Mask soldier beside him.
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As the Blood Red Empire may be the second most powerful country in the continent, the stands are indeed very shabby, with only two people standing here.
"Follow the procedure.
The dance will end soon."
Rachel, who always showed a cold side in public, said calmly.
"Oh, that's great."
Cairodis immediately cheered up.
"These are some songs and dances.
In our red continent, they are so boring that no one cares about them.
How come they are so popular in the golden continent?
I'm still here."
Didn’t find anything interesting.”
"Not only the Golden Continent, it should be said that except for our Red Continent, other continents appreciate singing and dancing very much."
Rachel corrected, "And maybe this range can be narrowed down a bit.
After all, many of your Majesty's ministers also like this kind of music." performance.”
"You mean, I should also introduce this kind of culture."
Cairodis scratched his hair, and then thought of his powerful ministers, and couldn't help but feel a chill, "And didn't I say, Don’t mention them to me outside?”
The red continent has strong folk customs and advocates strength.
Even the essayists have a strong cultivation base.
This has led to the fact that after the Blood Red Empire searched for talents in Cairodis, every court meeting was attended by a group of tough and muscular ministers who stood under Cairodis.
And most of these They are not military commanders yet, they are all selected through liberal arts examinations.
Every time there was a court meeting, these ministers were louder than the last one.
They were so arrogant that Cairodis, who was sitting there listening to the report, couldn't stand it.
So every time Cairodis went out, he only took Rachel with him.
These ministers He put them all in the country.
However, these ministers of the Blood Red Empire do have real skills.
Even if Cairodis abdicates now, the Blood Red Empire will not be weak for a while.
This is also the reason why Cairodis cannot fire these ministers.
"The introduction of culture is up to His Majesty's will, but let me get back to the topic first."
Rachel said, "After this dance, there will be a singing performance."
"No," Cairodis, who had never been interested in singing and dancing, rolled his eyes.
The dance gradually comes to an end, and this time will also be the time for Song Ling to appear.
This time, the ode to the spirit was not personally appointed by the sage, but was chosen by Zhao Feng.
Perhaps for some reason, Zhao Feng still selected a singer on Tongfang Street to sing the ode.
Zhao Feng, who was wearing a purple gold robe with dragon patterns, stood in front.
Next to him stood a boy who looked to be in his teens, but the boy's eyes showed a look of vicissitudes of life.
This kind of look was definitely not that of a child.
One step behind Zhao Feng stood a man who looked somewhat similar to Zhao Feng.
He was also wearing a golden robe with dragon patterns, which represented his identity as the prince of the golden empire, Zhao Yue.
There were two people standing next to the prince, one was an old man with an old look but sharp eyes, and the other was a woman with gray hair, but with the skin and appearance of a twenty-year-old girl.
Being able to rank with the prince proves his noble status.
Some people knew the old man among them.
He was King Yongwei who had recently returned to the Golden Empire and was crowned the prince by Zhao Feng, and Zhao Wuji, the legendary imperial doctor who was one of the three golden lights.
But no one knows the identity of the other woman.
Followed by some ministers and very famous old men in the empire.
Because some people have resigned and retired, but their reputation and achievements are still worthy of their return to this stage, the number of people in the stands of the Golden Empire is the largest.
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"Who made the song to praise the spirit?"
Zhao Feng suddenly asked after listening to the song to praise the spirit.
"Your Majesty, this is Wang Yu, the court musician." reported an official who was apparently dealing with matters related to the anniversary festival. "" Zhao Feng looked at the singer's passionate singing and suddenly closed his eyes, "Thank you."
"Yes, I would like to thank Your Majesty on behalf of Wang Yu."
The official said respectfully.
"Your Majesty, you are very interested.
Do you have any thoughts after listening to this carol?"
the boy standing next to Zhao Feng suddenly asked.
"The sage laughed, he did remember some past events."
Zhao Feng smiled slightly, "After the song of praising the soul is completed, let the sage begin to preside over the sacrifice."
This boy turned out to be a sage, but everyone had already known about it, so although they were surprised, it was not too surprising.
Sages are not existences that ordinary people can save.
Although this boy looks very young, he has an extraordinary temperament.
Moreover, some of those present had also experienced the anniversary ceremony thirty years ago, and naturally they remembered the sage Ailander Jehovah who claimed to be the fifth priest.
And this sage seems to be a more noble being than the original Elander.
It is said that he is the fourth priest.
"This is natural."
The boy nodded, and then looked at the place where the sacrifice was held.
"It seems that the caroling is about to end, so I will prepare it now."
Everyone looked and saw that the chanting spirit had finished singing and disappeared faintly in the beautiful colorful mist.
Then the boy's figure appeared in the center of the stage and bowed respectfully to everyone: "The fourth priest of the Home of the Brave, Lu Jin, is holding the 300th anniversary sacrificial ceremony here.
Please close your eyes now."
"What are you doing with your eyes closed?"
Cairodis was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes in compliance and asked Rachel.
"It is said that it will lead everyone's soul later, I don't know."
Rachel's voice was a little helpless, "Can you not ask me anything?"
"If you don't ask anything, then why did I bring you out?"
Cairodis chuckled, and then his heart calmed down.
Seeing everyone closing their eyes, Lu nodded, and then the sacrificial ceremony began: