Chapter 129: Divine props and cursed seal colossus
The side hall of the Sky Temple.
There are no idols here, nor are there any altars for priests.
The center of the hall is empty. In the center of the wall hangs a famous work by Xiinsai - "Bloodline of Royal Power", which is engraved with the scene of the King of Wisdom Laidliki conferring wisdom and power on the first kings.
The murals use new colored pottery paintings.
This place is more like a meeting hall, with long back chairs close to the wall. At this moment, priests from various temples are sitting on them, whispering to each other.
They all wore priestly robes, and the brand of **** also showed which of the nine temples they came from.
A group of people took advantage of the fact that the chief priest of the Sky Temple, Sandian, had not arrived yet, and spoke very casually, and even made rude remarks.
“There is actually a method on how to become a third-level priest. Where did he come from?” The words of a spirit priest from the Iron Temple were full of doubts.
“It’s impossible, he created it himself!” The priest who spoke was full of mockery.
"I knew he still had reservations. What he gave us at the beginning was not perfect." Someone stood up angrily, as if his belongings had been stolen by Sandian.
"Despicable slaves, we have hidden all the things given to us by the gods. Those things belong to Xiinsai, and are things given to us by saints and living beings." Their emotions were aroused, and some people present immediately spoke out.
What a bad word.
“I don’t understand why Saint Stan chose such a person to be the heir to his will.” Someone sighed.
At this time, footsteps came from the corridor outside, and the sounds in the side hall gradually became quieter.
Everyone looked towards the door.
Several servants of the gods opened the door, and Sandian's figure appeared in front of people. He was wearing a sacred robe with nine ritual imprints, looking sacred and noble.
Only.
The slave brand exposed on the neck makes people look awkward.
Sander'an stopped at the door and looked at everyone.
No matter how disdainful he was, everyone present stood up and saluted Sandian.
A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Sandian's mouth, and he turned his head towards the high priest's seat at the top.
“I do have the method to become a third-level cursed seal priest, but this is not the power given to me by saints and divine envoys.”
"this!"
“It is the strength I have found myself, and it is the future I have explored.”
“I am not going to hand over my things to you greedy and selfish fat worms.”
He spoke as he walked.
“Actually, you don’t have to pretend here.”
“I know what you are thinking, and I heard what you just said.”
“We are enemies. We have had many conflicts. I have tried every means to suppress you, and you have also killed people I cherish.”
"so."
“There is really no need for us to pretend to be on the same road here.”
“We hate each other so much, but we can’t kill each other directly. It’s really a disgusting thing to get together.”
The more he spoke, the smoother he became, and the hatred in his words was clearly evident.
Everyone present was also shocked. Everyone knew this was true, but no one dared to say it directly.
Isn’t this a naked attempt to tear off the fig leaf between them and expose the infighting and ugliness between the priests to the public?
Sander'an ignored it and started directly talking about the reason why he invited others to come this time.
“We hate each other so much, but I still invite you to come this time.”
"Because of."
“I have gradually figured out one thing recently.”
“Saint Stan asked me to bring the power of dreams and creation to the kingdom of Hinsey. He wanted me to bring this power to all the Trileaf people, but not to you.”
“That’s right.”
“People like you are not worthy of the power God has given you.”
“The sun of the new era cannot tolerate fat worms like you in the dark ravines.”
The group of priests couldn't bear it any longer. They walked down from their seats or pointed at Sandian and roared angrily.
“Do you know what you are talking about?”
“Sandian? Are you crazy?”
“You, a slave of unknown origin, a despicable person who claims to be the heir of the saint’s will, what qualifications do you have to rebuke us beings with noble blood.”
The crowd suddenly became restless, and everyone stood up immediately.
They looked at Sandian in disbelief.
How dare he, how dare he say that?
Sander'an sat directly on the chief priest's seat and looked at the stunned temple priests sitting on both sides of him.
The contemptuous smile on his face became stronger and stronger, and his eyes became sharper little by little.
“What kind of boldness is this? I can be bolder.”
“Don’t you want the third level of power?”
“That’s it.”
“Come and feel it!”
The shadow of the cursed spirit appeared next to Sandian, and a powerful spiritual pressure shrouded the hall directly. Several priests who lacked strength were even directly knocked to the ground.
Sander'an, who was sitting on the main seat, clapped his hands and immediately saw that all the doors and windows were automatically closed.
In an instant, the entire side hall turned into darkness, and only Sandian and them were left.
The light and shadow of the cursed spirit illuminated half of Sandian's profile, revealing his cold eyes and murderous intent.
The more low-key and peaceful a person is, the more decisive and unstoppable they are when making decisions and breaking out.
This is the case with Sandian at this moment.
Only then did everyone really feel that something was wrong. It seemed that the humble slave in front of them was really going to attack them.
Moreover, they also discovered that the people present were the leaders of the forces who had attacked Sandian before, and they were all enemies of Sandian.
The leader among them is the current patriarch of the Tito family.
Other priests such as the Temple of Tao and the Temple of Ice, none of them came, obviously they were not invited.
They just thought that the other party was late, but now it seems that all Sandian can invite are his mortal enemies, just to catch them all.
“This madman is really going to attack us.”
“Can’t sit still and wait for death.”
“Kill him and then rush out.”
More than a dozen second-level spiritual priests shot at Sandian at the same time, and each weapon was controlled by mental power and attacked him who was sitting on the main seat.
But as soon as the cursed spirit raised its hand, a mental barrier completely blocked the opponent's attack.
The power of the spiritual body after the activation and transformation of mental power is completely different from the second level.
Sander'an showed a confident look on his face: "The spirit of the cursed seal, mud form."
In an instant, the mark of divine magic law in the body of the cursed spirit burst out with earthy gray light.
The turbulent silt surged down from the heights and covered the entire room.
Everyone was instantly enveloped in the mud and swallowed up.
The second-level spiritual priest needs rituals to use the strongest power. At this moment, when he competes with the third-level cursed seal priest, the difference between heaven and earth is revealed.
Sander'an looked at these disgusting and disgusting enemies struggling in the mud in the past, and there was no trace of mercy in his eyes.
"let me go!"
“Sandian, what on earth are you going to do?”
“You know what the consequences will be if you do this? You broke the rules. We are the noblest people in the kingdom.”
"You can't attack us. We are King Henir's vassals and we are the pillars of the kingdom."
Sanderan smiled, smiling without any scruples.
“I really couldn’t do it before, because I am part of you.”
“But now, it’s different.”
“From today on, I am no longer the chief priest of the Sky Temple.”
Now that he has no burden at all, he doesn't bother to tell these people any rules.
Sander'an has vented all the hatred and hatred he has had for so many years. He is not a person who is good at scheming, nor can he play the so-called politics and maneuvers.
What he can do is punish these people in his own way.
“So I don’t have to negotiate rules with people like you, because we’ve never been on the same page.”
“You plotted against me again and again, framed me again and again, and you also attacked people around me and killed my followers.”
“Do you think I’ve forgotten everything?”
"No!"
“I keep it all in mind.”
“You dirty, ugly fat bugs, all of you should die!”
Sanderyan took out a matryoshka doll from the sleeve of his burqa.
He waved his hand and untied the matryoshka dolls one by one and floated them in front of him.
The spirit of the curse killed the priests one after another in front of him.
Then.
Drained the mythical blood from their bodies.
The blood of myth cannot be used unless it is a voluntary gift of power. The blood of myth with a curse is like poison.
But Sandian did not want to use their mythical blood to integrate into himself at all. He extracted their mythical blood and integrated their power into the matryoshka dolls to create cursed clay dolls.
Everyone present was completely frightened to the point of collapse by this horrific and bloody scene.
They never thought that the slave who usually only liked to hide in a pile of books and didn't talk much would be so determined and ruthless now.
They were wailing and crying, loudly begging Sandian to let them go.
"Let me go!"
“I was wrong, Sandian, I was really wrong.”
“We won’t fight you anymore.”
Some people even shouted: "You have such a powerful power, why didn't you use it in advance? How dare we go against you."
The blood of the myth turned into a stream of light and fell into the clay doll. The imprint of the magical law that had been engraved on the clay doll lit up, and the originally dead object became alive.
One by one, the priests present finally became the cursed pottery dolls made by Sandian.
Sandian created the second magical item in the world.
The first one is the sacred boat created by Sheila, the messenger of God, which is where Sandian's idea came from.
Only the combination of third-level power and the imprint of divine magic law can create such a strange thing.
Such a powerful force that makes people unable to resist, and the danger is so powerful that it fascinates people, and therefore it appears to be extremely terrifying.
"it's over."
Under the power of the cursed spirit, more than a dozen second-level spiritual priests were killed in an instant.
The matryoshka dolls are put on one after another, eventually merging into one.
The cursed pottery dolls are transforming into each other among clay figurines, pottery figurines, and stone figurines, and they are also growing in size.
finally.
It was finalized into a stone colossus over thirty meters tall.
The huge stone statue that grew in size broke through the roof of the palace, and even the stones in the palace were swallowed up by it and became part of its body.
The giant statue stepped out from it and headed down the mountain.
Such a fierce battle and movement in the Sky Temple certainly attracted the attention of the City of Servants of God, and the Royal Guards immediately blocked the City of Servants of God.
However, they did not expect that they would be greeted by the chief priest of the Sky Temple and the cursed seal colossus he controlled.
Sandian led Haru to stand on the shoulders of the giant statue and walked down from the Sky Temple step by step.
Although its huge size cannot be compared with the former Ruch giant monster, it is still incomparably terrifying.
Everyone in the Sky Temple and the City of Servants of Gods looked at the giant statue in shock. The streets of the City of Servants of Gods were crowded with people, and the crowds screamed in fear and ran away to the corners.
Even the royal guards on the city wall were so frightened that they retreated, and no one dared to stop him.
Soon, King Henir in the palace was also alarmed.
King Henir came to Sandian under the protection of the priests of the guard. He looked at the cursed statue in shock, and then looked at Sandian.
“My chief priest, what on earth is happening?”
Sandian still respects this king very much.
“The great King of Hinsa, I am leaving.”
King Henir suddenly understood something, and he sighed: "Why is this necessary?"
Sander'an bowed and said: "So, I let you down."
“A person like me is not suitable to be a priest of the Sky Temple.”
"Not to mention."
“The sky priest who became the chief of the priests.”
He looked at King Henir: "I have betrayed your trust and trust, please forgive me."
"However, I have brought the power of the ritual to Xiinsai and donated it to this kingdom without any secret. You no longer need me for the rest."
“Next, I’m going to do what I really should do.”
King Henir still wanted to persuade him to stay, but Sandian made no further response.
The giant statue crossed down from the mountain step by step, and finally walked along the edge of the holy lake towards the vast land in the distance.
The shoulders of the colossus.
The child asked Sandian: "Sir Sandian, where are we going?"
Sandian told him: "I want to build a place that belongs to us, a sacred temple of knowledge and truth, a paradise of truth regardless of identity, blood, or origin."
“The power of the priests is no longer something that one family, one person, or every kingdom can control.”
"over there."
“All people are proud of having more knowledge, they explore the path of power and strength, and they search for the secrets of this world.”
After hearing this, the child’s eyes were full of yearning and curiosity: “What is that place called?”
Sander'an also smiled: "Maybe it's called a college, maybe it's called a castle, maybe it's called a tower."
“No matter what the name is.”
“His essence will not change. It is a place where knowledge and ideals are imparted.”
Sandian finally understood.
He is a scholar, a person who spreads the ideals and ideas of saints.
It was impossible for him to associate with those nobles and powerful people from the beginning.
He turned around and looked towards the blurry Holy Mountain behind him.
“I should never have come here in the first place.”
He finally broke free from the shackles and set out on his own path.
In front of the palace in the City of Servants of Gods, King Henir looked at the giant statue at the end of the sky and Sandian who was retreating in the distance.
His eyes moved slightly and he asked the attendant beside him: "Did I do something wrong?"
The attendant knelt on the ground and did not dare to answer at all.