Chapter 256 Promishu

The main building of the temple is built at the top of the highest mountain. The entire building is made of square boulders, and in terms of architectural style, it looks a bit like Sauron's style.

As Yarslan walked across the suspension bridge between the mountains, she glanced at the devout practitioners and believers who were still crawling under hundreds of steps, and felt a bit strange in her heart. In her eyes, these poor guys were like poor ants - perhaps in the eyes of the gods, they were indeed ants.

Those who crawled and prayed recognized Yarslan's costumes and looked at the noble paladins in the temple. They shouted pious words of praise and lowered their heads, looking directly at Yarslan without their eyes.

Despite having experienced such scenes many times, when Yarslan walked past these people and climbed the steps, he still couldn't help but look up at the temple above the hundreds of steps...

This feeling of worshipping thousands of people may be really good... And Promisse stands in the temple above every day and looks down at everything below... This may be the feeling of God!

After walking up a hundred steps, there is a huge platform. Through this platform, the forbidden area of ​​the temple is above. Normally, unless the chief elder is summoned, only top-level clergy such as the elders, saints, and paladins can go up. Although Yarslan passed by here, there were no guards around, she would never think that the forbidden area of ​​the temple was as unprepared as it seemed.

Although she could not feel any fluctuations of murderous aura and magical energy, every time she walked here, Yarslan could still feel a trace of instinctive danger. She accelerated her pace, hurriedly walked past the platform, and continued to go up the steps.

The main building of the temple has several floors. The first floor is an extremely magnificent hall. The twenty-four giant pillars in the hall support the entire space. The columns are engraved with exquisite reliefs. I don’t know what era the reliefs were built in, and the patterns and words on them are simply unrecognizable. There are also all strange marks, which seem to be a kind of text.

There is a bronze stand more than two meters high under each giant pillar, with butter candles on it. Although the flames are burning all year round, they still seem a little dim in such an empty hall.

There are still thirteen steps above the center of the hall, and a figure stood alone on it. The man was not tall, but in the eyes of people, he always felt like he was too tall to be raised. The white robe was obviously a bit old, but when worn on him, it was still written so luxuriously and sacredly, with a strange majesty! His long black hair was simply tied behind his head with a ribbon... and that face...

He had a sterling silver mask on his face, covering the face above his nose, only revealing his mouth. The two lips were gently pursed, showing a slightly upward curve, making him look like he was smiling forever.

Yarslan only looked at it twice before immediately feeling a majestic gaze shot from it. She immediately lowered her head and shouted: "Dear Lord Promishus, have you summoned me?"

"Yes, Yarslan." Although Promisse was at least sixty or seventy years old, his voice seemed gentle and beautiful, without any sense of age. Although his tone was calm, it was a bit solemn: "I think you must have brought me some unusual news this time. Is it?"

The gaze shot down from behind the mask and gently swept across Yarslan. Yarslan obviously felt a heavy pressure. Although it was not the first time she had seen Promis, every time she saw this mysterious legend "selected by the gods", she always felt like a mountain pressing down on the top. Promislan's eyes seemed to have a ability to penetrate everything. For a moment, a hint of panic arose in Yarslan's heart.

"Yes, my respected lord!" Yarslan did not dare to look up. She could feel that the other party's gaze was still on her. She just bent down and said, "I am ordered to go to the capital of Sauron. The envoy of the Empire of Light has met me. He is willing to accept your summons and come to the temple to see you at the right time."

Promisseus' figure seemed to be in the dim fire of the hall, and then his voice came to light: "What kind of person is that special envoy of the Empire of Light?"

Yarslan sighed: "Sir, I can only say that he is very powerful! He has a strong strength that I cannot compete with! If you must be curious about his strength, then I think Master Augustine should know this better than me."

Promishus seemed to chuckled softly, his tone seemed very calm, but with a faint warning: "You don't need to remind me about Augustine. The Presbyterian Church will make a fair decision..."

Yarslan frowned and said, "Sir, it's just that when I came back, another thing happened..."

She seemed unable to withstand the pressure of Promisse's momentum and lowered her head and said in a deep voice: "In the Palace of Sauron, Lord Fielding's Paladin and the envoy of the Light Empire had an open duel. The result was Lord Fielding's unfortunate defeat. King Sauron was ambitious, and the kingdoms of Roland were also ready to move... My thought was..."

"Okay." Promisse organized the words of Arslan calmly and said softly: "I don't care about those things."

The expression on Yarslan's face was reluctant to speak and sighed deliberately: "It's a pity that Lord Fielding was also defeated by the special envoy of the Empire of Light. The kingdoms of Roland seemed to have strengthened their determination to rebel. And I think Elder Guming and Lord Fielding were probably not so easy to deal with the matter of Black Veil Apostasy in the Kingdom of Soren."

Promis seemed to be silent for a while, and Yarslan stood there, waiting for the sound above, but after a while, Promislan suddenly said lightly: "Arslan, you are one of the few smart guys in the dragon clan I have ever seen." He suddenly sighed: "This is also one of the reasons why I chose you to come to the temple among the many people of the dragon clan. Unfortunately..."

His tone gradually became low: "But you didn't really understand my intention."

Yarslan's heart sank and said nothing.

Promisseus then said lightly: "Use your intelligence where you should use it. Yarslan, don't try to anger me... I think the leader of your dragon clan should have warned you about this."

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean!" Yarslan felt a little uneasy, but he still said neither humble nor arrogant.

Promisse sighed softly: "I hope you remember. I am a person who keeps your promises. Because of that contract, your dragon clan has to support me. And I will keep my promise. After completing this, the shackles contract that has been put on the head of your dragon clan for thousands of years will be sealed by me forever!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Yarslan's mouth, but she lowered her head, and Promisse could not see her expression at all. She could only hear Yarslan's tone was solemn: "Thank you for your kindness."

"Are you kind?" Promisse suddenly laughed, with an indescribable mockery in his laughter: "You are wrong, I am not a kind person... Although I decided to forgive you for your sin this time! But I will not allow another one."

"Sir, I still don't understand what you mean!" Yarslan frowned.

Promischeus seemed not to want to continue talking, but said lightly: "You just need to remember what I said."

Yarslan stood for a while and found that Promis did not seem to continue talking. She obviously felt that the other person's gaze shot on her was becoming more and more oppressive. This pressure made Yarslan cold all over her body, and an irresistible impulse arise from the depths of her heart. She couldn't help but look up at Promislan who was high above her.

The figure above stood there alone. There was no figure around here... Yarslan was a little panicked under the invisible sense of oppression, and inexplicably had a thought that scared him: now he was less than twenty steps away from him, and if he used his full strength now, he could kill him with one sword!

This violent thought surged into his heart, and Yarslan couldn't help but feel a little frightened. But a voice stretched out from his heart seemed to be vaguely encouraging him. How tempting this idea was... He had Paladin-level strength, if he suddenly attacked now...

But then Yarslan felt a coldness on her back, and she immediately forced herself to give up the tempting idea.

Promisse's voice came from above: "Arslan, after the next time you kill, remember to wipe the traces on yourself. If you can't even learn this, then I will be very disappointed with your wisdom."

Yarslan's body suddenly stiffened, and a thought that scared her suddenly appeared in her mind: Did he understand?!

"Haha..." Promisse seemed to smile gently: "You don't have to be afraid, I have decided to forgive your unauthorized actions."

Yarslan couldn't help biting his lips and suddenly made up his mind and said, "Sir, what do you mean? If you have any doubts about my behavior, please let Lord Augustine or Lord Fielding complete the task on my behalf!"

Promisse seemed to smile, his tone was a bit ridiculous: "Augustin? Do you want him to be released from a confined place? As for Fielding...Yalslan, do you think Fielding will come back after you did those things in King Sauron?"

Yarslan immediately spoke in a state of distraction, cold sweat dripped down her forehead, gritted her teeth, and she raised her head, about to say something. Promishus seemed to wave his hand, his voice was not angry at all: "I just hope you understand. The Paladin is the precious wealth of the Temple! I have lost Augustine, and your stupid behavior has caused the Temple to lose another trustworthy warrior... Although..." He seemed to think about it: "Although your approach has also had a little effect, if you exchange the loyalty of a Paladin for that little price, I feel very dissatisfied."

These words hit Yarslan's heart like a heavy hammer. She couldn't help but tremble and said in a hoarse voice: "Sir, do you already know?"

Promisse sighed: "The relationship between Guming and me is not as simple as you imagined. He sent me a magic mark before he died!" His eyes hidden behind the mask stared at Yarslan tightly - although he was said to be blind, his eyes were still like a blade: "If I hadn't needed your abilities now, the dragon clan would have suffered a huge disaster because of your stupid actions!"

Yarslan simply plucked up his courage and said, "Is that so? Sir! But my actions will undoubtedly be of great benefit to you! Some people in the Presbyterian Church have always opposed the war. Now that this matter is used as a fuse, I am afraid that those voices of opposition will disappear soon... Are these what you hope?"

Promisse was silent for a while before slowly saying: "You have seen this and dared to do this, right? You have calculated that even if I know this, I will not really punish you, right?"

Yarslan didn't say anything because she knew that Promisse had not finished speaking. Sure enough, Promisse continued: "I do hope that those voices of opposition disappeared. But if the price was to lose a trustworthy warrior, then I would not be happy about it! And after you, Arslan Augustine was imprisoned, if Fielding was forced to apostate, then I'm afraid this situation is exactly what you want to see! Do you really think that after removing the two human paladins, will you have a great benefit to your dragon clan? Or do you think that after losing the only two human paladins, I have no choice but to rely on you?"

Yarslan remained silent - she had no idea what she should say now! Promisse completely expressed her true thoughts in this understatement!

Yes! Augustine had committed a serious crime and was imprisoned. After Guming's death, Fielding must have believed his words now, thinking that Promishus was going to get rid of him. Then Fielding would definitely be as apostate as the Saint of the Black Veil!

The only two paladins of human beings have completely collapsed, so the only thing Promises can rely on is her Arslan!

The Dragon Clan and the Temple are not real friends - if we put it strictly, the relationship between the Dragon Clan and the Temple should be the enemy! In the era of the war between gods and demons, the Dragon Clan rebelled against the gods and was finally subdued after defeat. An ancient inherited a contract signed by the Dragon Clan and the Gods! The conditions for the contract are very simple. First, the Dragon Clan must stay in its own territory and can never take a step forward in the territory!

The second point is that the holder of this contract can ask the dragon clan to do anything! But if you don’t know how you got this contract, Promishus took this contract to the dragon clan’s territory alone, thus gaining support from the dragon clan!

Putting aside this contract, the relationship between the dragon clan and the temple is simply an enemy!

"You are really smart, Yarslan." Promisse sighed: "You can think of taking this opportunity to weaken the strength of the temple, which is really not easy. You made me lose an elder and a paladin at one time! Unfortunately, you are not a human being after all, so you cannot fully master the intrigues and conspiracies of human beings, no matter how much you learn!"

Speaking of this, Promishus chuckled: "Arslan, you should feel lucky! You are a Paladin. Even to use your abilities, I will not punish you now! But this is only once. If I find that you have done some 'clever' actions next time, then I will let you experience a subtle emotion of human beings: Regret!"

Nothing Yarslan said now is useless. She just lowered her head and waited for Promisse to finally fall. She suddenly remembered that, or what the guy said just now, it was indeed a little reasonable. Promisse was probably not something she could deal with!

"Sir, what about your decision?" Yarslan's tone was a little deeper.

Promisse said lightly: "Since you have done something, no matter whether you do it correctly or not, at least it must minimize its adverse effects! If Fielding really abducted because of your unauthorized actions this time, then I hope you will be responsible for this matter..."

"What do you mean?"

"Kill him!" Promisse's voice was unfeeling: "If Fielding apostately resigned to our enemies, then kill him! Since his abilities cannot be used by me, then our opponents cannot get his help!"

"Yes, I will handle this matter properly." Yarslan seemed relieved, but she seemed to sigh when she vented.

"In addition..." Promisseus's voice gradually became cold: "Although I will not really blame you for this, in order to express my dissatisfaction, a small punishment for you is necessary."

Speaking of this, he slowly stretched out a palm.

A trace of green fire suddenly popped up from his hands! The flames shot towards Yarslan quickly. Yarslan gritted her teeth and forced herself not to dodge or resist. She knew that Promishe was just trying to deter her, not really taking her life.

The green light shot on Yarslan's face, and then she groaned and her body trembled. Obviously, the severe pain on her face was very painful, but she was just enduring it with her strong will.

Promisse shot out the green fire and came and went quickly. He instantly swept Yarslan's face and then took it back.

Yarslan's expression was a little distorted, and his lips were bitten purple, but he did not dare to make any sound. On her originally gorgeous face, there was a deep burning scar on the left half of her face! The terrible scar muscles turned up, making her look extremely ugly and scary!

"I know that with your ability, although such scars are a little painful, your face will be restored to its original shape in less than half a day... But I punish you more than that!" Promishus said coldly: "I order you not to use any method to restore your face within a month! I want you to do things for me with this scar on your face! At the same time, it can effectively remind you what you can do and what you should not even think about!"

Yarslan was trembling all over his body in pain. I don’t know what magic was used to make the green flame of Promisse. Although I just swept it lightly on my face just now, the severe pain seemed to be that the flame did not just burn my skin, but burned my soul hard! The severe pain did not only come from the body, but the entire soul felt severe pain under the burning of the flame! The pain reached the depths of the bone marrow!!

She knelt down gently on one knee, gritted her teeth and said, "I will remember every word you say today...My sir!" After a pause, she said tremblingly: "I will bring you the head of Fielding within a month!"

Promisse seemed a little tired, and waved casually, indicating that Yarslan could leave.

Waiting for the injured female paladin to walk out of the hall, Promisse was still standing there alone.

He looked at the empty space around the hall, as if muttering to himself: "Why are there many seemingly smart guys in this world who always do stupid things?"

He slowly turned around and walked towards the door behind him. Behind the door was a rotating staircase. His lonely figure went up the stairs. I don't know how long he had walked, and he had reached the top of the stairs.

This is an open-air circular rooftop, as if it is already at the top of the entire temple building.

The strong cold wind on the mountain raised his hair high, and he stood beside the metal railing on the rooftop, letting his robe and clothes flutter.

Looking down, I could see the devout practitioners who were vaguely lying under the hundreds of steps of the temple crawling on the ground and looking up at the temple praying. Although they were so far apart, Promisse was sure that those who were muttering at this moment must be those words praising the gods...
Chapter completed!