Chapter two hundred and sixty-eight goddess of lewd poetry
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"Not only that, after learning the lessons from last year, we distributed a large number of fur coats to the troops participating in the war this year, because the desert nights will be very cold, and also distributed some deworming medicine made by the toad witch doctors of the Zuodano tribe.
This time we gathered in advance and have been practicing in the desert for nearly a month, including the details of carrying clean water, and the kingdom also remade a batch of huge water bags sewn from cowhide." Prince Kahn laughed.
"Since we are so fully prepared, I believe we should be sure of victory." Liu Zhencheng threw away the ruler in his hand: "Then what are we waiting for? When will we set off? My Royal Highness the Prince!"
"Your Majesty, let's have a good night's rest. Tomorrow you and the vanguard corps will set off. As the saying goes, soldiers are valuable and fast. We already fought against the desert humans once last year. I believe that when we come this year, the other side will not be unprepared."
Prince Kahn pressed his hand on the table and slowly stood up: "Your Majesty, the legion you belong to is the vanguard of the army. I hope that the sharp blades of Feileng Cui's warriors can bring the greatest good news to the kingdom!"
"No problem." Liu Zhencheng waved his hand carelessly and glanced sideways at Prince Lionheart: "Your Highness Kahn, I would like to ask, has Prince Richard come this time?"
"His Royal Highness is also a Templar, so of course he is going to join the war. There are ten princes coming this time, and not just one, His Highness Richard." Prince Kahn smiled and saluted a military salute, turned around and left, taking a few
The generals walked together to the staff officers who were having a heated discussion not far away, listening to various reports.
Liu Zhencheng sat on the chair and seemed to be in a daze for a moment. The three golden-robed officiants knew that he was preparing to compete with His Royal Highness, and secretly laughed in their hearts. This time, Prince Lionheart, who was in charge of the entire legion's action plan,
Ten more liger princes have joined, and it looks like there will be a good show.
After some pretense of politeness, the three chief priests also said goodbye to the Divine Comedy Shaman and went to rest in the room arranged in the side hall, leaving Liu Zhensha to remain there in a daze.
"Are you scared?" Helen asked Liu Zhensha quietly.
"Afraid?" Liu Zhancheng laughed dumbly: "Our logistics supplies are all arranged by Feilengcui. My clean water is carried in iron buckets, five hundred gallons a jar. Elder Andulan prepared a hundred barrels for me.
Two hundred thousand pounds of clean water is enough for bathing and planting flowers. Not to mention the food, the hoarding of bamboo rice and dried meat, frozen trout and frozen shrimp in the soda fountain, it is scary to death in the space ring; the prince and
No matter how good the prince is, he can't fill my throat, can he?"
"It's not that we are stuck in logistics. I'm worried that they will send you up to be used as cannon fodder." Mo'er shook her head, looked at Prince Kahn who was discussing the military situation with his staff over there, and lowered his voice.
"No one can treat a priest who possesses a super-level magical beast as cannon fodder. If he can't be beaten, we can always do it." Liu Zhenzhen laughed.
"We have to recruit Sissi's uncle, uncle and cousin. Their time is also very tight. We don't want to call them back if nothing happens. There are only two regiments in the Pioneer Corps, and I will bless their war songs alone.
It's more than enough." Helen smiled lightly: "What we need to increase now is the magician's attack power. No matter what, if we can't defeat us, there will be no problem in running away."
"It would be great if Master Puskas came with me to fight against the autumn wind." Liu Zhenzhen sighed for a while: "No! I have to send a flame text message quickly to urge Dragon City to allocate one hundred and fifty dragon people to me!"
"Let's go, it's better to choose five smarter young priests first." Helen stood up from the wooden pillar and stretched out: "Teach them well, and then send them to the underground world to recruit some high-level priests."
Demon pets can also be used, but it is better to ask for help from others than to ask for yourself."
Liu Zhenhan and Mo'er nodded and stood up together. No one knows what will happen next year. Now that they have some team members in their hands, it will give them more confidence when the demons come.
"The eyes of the statue suddenly blinked." The little nun Zhen suddenly grabbed Liu Zhenzhen's arm nervously and pointed at the statue of Mani.
"Where is it?" Liu Zhencheng was startled, and immediately covered the little nun behind him. He stared at the statue of Mani for a long time. On the beautiful face shrouded in the faint green firelight, the pupils were bright.
The reflection is indeed a bit harsh, but there seems to be no trace of blinking.
"I can't stand the two flames burning with mermaid oil." Mo'er became more and more angry: "I guess these fuels must be extracted from the bodies of twenty freshwater mermaids. This Russian
The Di Temple is so huge that it must be the Ten Thousand Years Holy Fire!"
"Damn, it's not easy to dislike it! I smashed it!" Liu Zhenzhen let out a cruel laugh, and with one hand bent, his blood power drove a heavy wooden pier, and smashed it against the arm of Goddess Mani with a "kuangdang" sound.
, a wooden pillar flew out, followed by another one.
There was a loud noise like the earth was shattering, which startled the Behemoth officers in the entire temple. The dust falling from the beams sprinkled their heads and faces, and countless bats "coaxed" and passed through the hall.
The smelly bat guano covered the military map and sand table.
Amidst the splashing of wood and rocks, the two jade-carved arms of Goddess Mani were smashed into bald wrists. Goddess Mani suddenly lost the light of the fire and fell into the darkness. Her face looked a bit ghostly because of the dark profile.
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The Behemoth officers all looked at the Divine Comedy Shaman in a daze, wondering what he wanted to do. The Aegean continent is a continent with many gods. Generally speaking, the act of blaspheming the gods can only be expressed verbally.
, smashing other people's temples seems a bit too radical. So many ancient temple ruins across the continent are still well preserved, which is why most people are unwilling to desecrate a god so blatantly.
The arms of Goddess Mani are obviously hollow, and a large amount of flying grease turned into blue sparks all over the sky, fluttering like catkins, and the green and blurry firelight shines on the screen wall next to the goddess statue. One poem after another is described in the common Chinese language of mainland China:
The poems are vaguely visible.
Due to the close distance, the oil of the freshwater mermaid floated in the air as light as catkins. A large group of Beamon staff officers gathered around curiously, tilting their heads and admiring these poems. Most of the Beamon people at the venue were from noble families and were arty.
Well, I have a good scholarly background, and I have some ability to appreciate poetry.
Without exception, these poems were basically all about praising the brilliance and greatness of the goddess Mani. The hippopotamus poet curled his lips when he saw it. O'Neill thought that he could write a poem of this kind in fifteen seconds, which was worthless.
There is a poem signed "Listen to the completion of the Temple of Oedea". The font is large and heavy, as if it was written with blood. Due to the passage of time, the handwriting has turned into a dark black color with a slight scarlet background.
Color, because the artistic conception in these poems has outstanding elegance, immediately made many noble officers chant, and even O'Neill couldn't help but applaud:
"That pool under the elm shade is not a clear spring~
It’s the clouds in the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing a rainbow-like dream~
A boat full of mermaids, singing in the starry sky~
Looking for? Hold a long pole and walk upstream to the river where the grass is greener~
The summer insects are also silent for me, because there is another harvest~
Tonight the glorious sacred fire hymn of Oedipus~
Destined to ring loudly for the goddess Mani~"
Mo'er's face was on the verge of going crazy. "Crackling" lightning flashed out from her fingers like an electric snake. Even a fool could see this poem. It was a song that expressed her pride in capturing many "
It was written by the butcher of "Freshwater Mermaid". Looking at the title, it was specifically to congratulate the completion of the "Great Temple of Odi". Although the artistic conception and rhetoric are gorgeous, one thinks that these eternal flames are distilled from the bodies of living mermaids.
When the lamp oil comes out and lights it, it will make people shudder.
"Cult!" Helen kept shaking her head: "This is definitely a cult! There is no religion in the Aegean continent that does not advise people to do good. This is the first one I have seen, and I hope it will be the last one!"
"I'm here to destroy it!" Mo'er snorted coldly. Just as she was about to take action, Liu Zhenzhan grabbed her arm.
"If you destroy it, the dome of this temple may collapse." Liu Zhencheng pointed to the top of the statue of Mani, which is very close to the support beams of the dome.
"Then I will destroy these bloody poems!" Mo'er said bitterly.
"Don't mention it!" Liu Zhenzhen laughed loudly: "Others write, can't you? Look at me, I'll write a poem too, and let's join in the fun together for Goddess Mani!"
A lot of eyes stared at this unlearned Divine Comedy Shaman with strange eyes, and they were a little confused. This rough man can also write poetry?
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Liu Zhancheng took a quill from the signal soldier, smashed the carbon ink bottle on the table, dipped the goose feather in the ink, took a small step, and jumped onto the Mani.
The altar of the goddess was placed on the chest of the lion's body with a single swipe, and the snow-white jade stone was immediately soaked with flying ink marks.
What beautiful writing!
All Behemoths present opened their mouths wide, like a fish about to suffocate to death. The eight characters "Hymn to the Goddess Mani" written by the Divine Comedy Shaman Richard Mian were like white clouds coming out of Xiu, and water flowing down the beach. It was really...
Extremely handsome!
How could such a beautiful text be written by such a bandit who is making trouble all over the world? Many Behemoths are thinking hard about this problem and are puzzled.
If the free and unrestrained words of the Divine Comedy Shaman won the applause of the whole house, then the following verses were like a sledgehammer, beating the hearts of all Behemoths from the chest to the appendix.
The poem "Hymn to the Goddess Mani" written by the Divine Comedy Shaman is as follows:
Cut off my penis and give it to you~
The hanging hair on it can be used to make a pen~
At least it smells fishy~
Far clearer than your miracle~
Cut off your pussy and give it to me~
Because there are traces of menstruation inside~
These are the tears that flood once a month in the womb~
Let me understand that you still have a trace of compassion~
"God of War!" Prince Kahn swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his whole body was cold, and he no longer knew what adjectives he should find to describe his mood at this moment.
"Very angry words!" O'Neill grinned with a huge mouth that reached to his ears, and after a while he murmured: "If I could write a few years ago, I would have been able to trick a few literary young women into going to bed."
Haha, I copied this obscene poem randomly, and the previous poem "Waiting for Love" was copied from a young poet, I forgot who it was.
I know that many decent readers may not be used to it, but I think that criticizing the evil in human nature, especially the evil that is covered up with beauty and glitz, still has to be fought back in the most naked way, because only in this way can hatred be relieved.
Who once said that I am the number one rogue writer in Piao Tian Literature? Obisrachi! I actually have a purer heart than a decent writer!
This sincerity is only for those who know the goods.