In the huge dark yellow palace, a slender figure walked quickly forward, with a dark yellow robe draped on his body, which was almost the same color as the surroundings. There was no aesthetic fatigue, but a sense of strong and domineering.
In the corridors on both sides of the palace, there is a guard standing every ten meters, wearing the same dark yellow thin armor, with a machete hanging on his waist, and a long-barreled rifle on his back, and in his hand,
Holding a five-meter-long spear.
But it was just right. Each of these guards was more than three meters tall. There was nothing weak in their thin bodies, but rather some powerful explosive power.
Especially those four arms, the muscles are secretly hidden, with a certain strong explosiveness, even with the scarlet eyes on the ferocious face, slightly scanning the corridor, there is a certain fierce and cruel aura.
.
They are the Sark tribe, the real Sark tribe warriors, and they are the most elite and most loyal King Sark Guards among them!
"Sacrifice to the Lord."
This slender figure suddenly stood still and looked at a figure appearing at the corner in front. He was suddenly startled, lowered his head and walked slowly over, gently caressed his chest, bent down and saluted, and said: "Is King Sark inside?"
There was no anger in his eyes, but instead some kind of deep awe. Even though he knew that the so-called priest in front of him could barely survive three minutes in his hands, he was still deeply in awe.
Just because the figure behind these priests was thin but terrifying, powerful enough to even destroy the entire palace, especially the brutal methods, made everyone of them extremely frightened.
"King Sark is waiting for you in front."
A Sak tribesman wearing a dark yellow robe slowly appeared, with four arms holding a long staff inlaid with gems. There was some kind of awe on his ferocious face. He whispered: "Hurry up, King Sak is about to get angry.
Already."
Facing the Sak tribe man in front of him who was also wearing a dark yellow robe, the Sak tribe priest did not look arrogant at all. He just walked up and gently supported the bent waist with his four arms: "You must say something that is in line with King Sak's words."
words."
They also quite understood that the reason why they were in awe of this group of powerful Sark men with terrifying combat power was just because of the towering figure behind them. If they were still so trustworthy, they would never have reached such a status.
Moreover, he was not the only one offering sacrifices at the feet of King Sak. There were at least hundreds of priests crawling under King Sak's throne, trying to wait for King Sak's generous reward.
"Thank you very much."
The strongman from the Sark tribe in robes nodded, with a certain fear in his scarlet eyes, as if he had already imagined the situation when he faced King Sark, which was simply the most terrifying time.
He took out a shiny object behind his back, without any hesitation from the presence of King Sak's imperial guards around him, and directly stuffed it into the hands of the Sak priest, and said softly: "Please tell me the majesty of King Sak,
How to worship.”
This was blatant bribery, but it was normal among the Sak tribe. The Sak tribe priest slightly lowered his head and glanced at the shiny object, which was a beautiful gem. He couldn't help but nodded and smiled.
"There is only the glory of King Sark in the world, and he will never fade away in our blood."
The Sak tribe priest suddenly recited a Sak tribe poem. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the strong Sak tribe in front of him. He gently turned his head and walked inside, and whispered softly: "Please follow."
"Thank you very much." This strong man from the Sak tribe was slightly startled. Because his cheekbones were high and his forehead bones were slightly moved downwards, his face, which looked extremely ferocious, was suddenly filled with some extreme excitement.
Because the Sak priest's poem recitation had already told him about the mission situation, no matter how furious King Sak was, he was not in much danger, otherwise the Sak priest would not have accepted him.
gem.
After all, the majesty of King Sak is like the long stretch of yellow sand outside the palace. Even the priests of the Sak tribe knelt down respectfully and sang praises for the majesty of King Sak, who was more afraid than the yellow sand.
The palace is very huge, with dark yellow decorations everywhere. It is rough and has a kind of thick and heavy momentum. Every Sac national guard looks at them coldly, not letting down their vigilance at all because of their status.
"Stop, ahead is the room of the great King Sark."
The two of them walked forward quickly. A large number of small palaces gradually passed by. When they walked into a certain corridor, a Sac national guard, all wrapped in dark red thin armor, came out, holding hands in his four arms.
Holding the spear, he said coldly: "Explain your identities."
They are the most elite Sark troops and the sharpest knives under King Sark. No one can be as loyal to King Sark as they are, and no one can receive as generous rewards from King Sark as they do.
In some respects, even the Sark priests do not have as much power as this group of guards. Even if King Sark did not need the mythological authority, these Sark priests would have become commoners long ago.
"It is King Sark's guidance."
The Sak priest immediately bent slightly and took out a yellow token in his hand, shining with some mysterious yellow light. He handed it to the captain of the guard and said softly: "The authority of King Sak, no one
Can fake."
This is the token for entering and exiting the palace. Every Sacrifice of the Sak tribe has one, but it will only emit a faint yellow light during certain special tasks.
“No one can deny King Sark’s authority!”
The captain of the imperial guard glanced at the strong Sak tribe behind the sacrifice, glanced at the dark yellow robe coldly, gently withdrew the spear in his hand, and said coldly: "No one can
Under King Sark’s scepter, he becomes a strong man!”
Of course, he could see how powerful this Sark man was, and even if he couldn't resist it, it was still a cold reminder.
"King Sark is the greatest."
The Sak strongman bowed slightly, but not to the guard officer, but to the interior of the corridor. His voice was calm, even with a certain humility: "The glory of King Sak flows.
In our blood."
These are the words that every Sak tribe needs to answer. Among the Sak tribe with extremely strict hierarchy, the aloof King Sak is absolutely not allowed to have any other words. The most they want is to praise King Sak.
of brilliance.
"Let's go, King Sark is waiting for us."
The Sak tribe priest was the first to walk in front. Looking at the strong Sak tribe following behind him, he couldn't help but pause slightly and whispered beside him: "Remember, there is only King Sak in the world."
"There is only King Sak in the world." The strong man from the Sak tribe nodded slightly, with his four arms tightly hidden inside his robe. He looked at the dark yellow door in front of him, carved with various mysterious patterns and words, and couldn't help but sigh.
Foaming at the mouth.
Just inside the door in front, the majestic King Sak is inside. He commands the most powerful Sak army and occupies the vast land. He is the lord of the earth!
"Squeak——"
The thick door was made of wood. The entire door was slowly pushed open by the guards on both sides. Several powerful guards stared at them coldly, but did not say a word. Everything was as quiet as yellow sand.
The Sak priest walked in front first, and he followed closely behind. Entering the room, no one dared to look around. They just lowered their heads and looked at the ground quietly under their feet, waiting for King Sak's call.
Subpoena.
"Great King Sark, the person you are looking for has been brought."
The Sak priest slowly bent down and bowed respectfully before speaking. He forced his voice to be loud, but the awe and fear in it were also revealed: "Right behind me."
He has been following King Sak for more than ten years. Even if he is an ordinary person, he has probably learned what it means that the majesty of King Sak cannot be desecrated. It is right to express his awe and fear appropriately.
thing.
"You step back."
A hoarse voice sounded from above. It was not loud but had something unmistakable. The Sak priest did not express any dissatisfaction. He bowed slightly and saluted, and immediately walked to the left.
On the left side, there were at least dozens of Sak priests dressed like him, bending down respectfully and quietly listening to King Sak's words, as if they were listening to an oracle.
"The king appears, kill him."
The strong man of the Sak tribe lowered his head. Mysterious patterns and words were carved on the floor in front of him. Faint white and yellow lights appeared on it, while King Sak's voice slowly sounded from above: "Do you understand?
?”
He did not dare to raise his head to look at the throne, which was actually only four or five meters high. Instead, he knelt down respectfully, with enthusiasm and fear in his voice, and pressed his four arms on the ground, saying: "I understand."
"You step back."
King Sack was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about something, but finally he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse like a roar, but full of some kind of intimidating momentum, just like the powerful sandstorms that are always present on the earth.
The strong man from the Sak tribe immediately backed away slowly. He did not have any objections or opinions. He just walked backwards without daring to raise his head at all until he walked out of the palace.
He has a deep understanding of the Sak clan's hierarchy, and he has a certain kind of deep awe, especially since he has heard about the power of King Sak since he was a child. No one will ignore King Sak's words.
In some respects, even for the entire world, King Sark's words are sacred, otherwise the powerful Sark Army will sweep across the entire world like a sandstorm! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, Novels
