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Due to the long-term lack of ventilation, there was a strong smell of decay in the temple, but the Great Elder seemed not to care, walked over to an irregularly shaped boulder, and sat down on the dirty ground.

All of a sudden, the torches surrounding the walls were lit one after another, illuminating the temple.

The yellow-red brilliance fell on Zheng Fei's face, making the dazed feeling more obvious.

"Welcome to the Temple, the holiest place in Sparta. ”

The Great Elder had his back to him, the scepter in his hand resting across his lap, and his tone was cold.

"We're here...... What to do?"

In such an environment, it seems to be light, but there is always a darkness hanging over his heart, which makes him have to be afraid.

This fear was not only a fanatical war spirit for the Spartans, but also a terrible belief in them.

"Distinguish the authenticity of the death of Ares. ”

After saying this, the Great Elder rubbed the boulder in front of him, stood up, and tapped his scepter on it a few times.

At some point, the temple was already full of Spartans, and this time they came quietly, not at all as noisy as before, and everyone, including ignorant children, stood in a solemn line, staring slightly at the top of the temple, their eyes full of devotion and awe.

Faith, the only and eternal faith, has long been ingrained in their souls.

The Great Elder turned around, his face unkind.

"You know what, if it's fake, you and your companions would have to die here today. ”

"Why?!" Santiago blurted out, his expression changed abruptly, his brows furrowed, and he subconsciously touched the dagger at his waist.

"Why?" the Great Elder smiled.

This smile was a mockery of his ignorance.

With a long sigh, he dropped his scepter, raised his head and opened his arms, full of reverence.

"For you have blasphemed the gods of Sparta!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the torches in the temple were suddenly extinguished and returned to darkness, which lasted only a few seconds before being replaced by a sudden light.

A large circular hole appeared at the top of the temple, similar to a skylight, and then a loud bang was heard, and the stone, which was four or five meters high, was slowly pulled up by some kind of mechanical action.

Standing in place, the Great Elder stretched out his hand to Zheng Fei, and the corner of his mouth still had that weird smile remaining.

"Come, witness the fateful moment. ”

How many Spartans have been burning with the passion of Ares, who had been lost for thousands of years, finally reappeared?

This so-called holy relic, which was invented by the rulers during the most powerful period of Sparta, in order to consolidate the dominance, has gone through continuous evolution and legend, and the death of Ares has gradually become a fanatical belief and has an unshakable status.

It was not until 222 BC that the Spartan army was defeated by the Achaean League and the Macedonian coalition, and Sparta fell into decline, and the death of Ares was lost to the world.

The death of Ares is tantamount to injecting a shot of strength into the descendants of Sparta, making them truly feel that the god of war still cares for them, and they are even more convinced that Sparta is immortal!

The top of the temple.

It was like a high altar, and tens of thousands of Spartans surrounded it in layers, their eyes burning in anticipation, quietly waiting for the Great Elder's instructions.

After taking a deep breath, the Great Elder looked at Zheng Fei and stretched out his hands respectfully.

"Please give it to me. ”

Zheng Fei understood, in order not to anger the Spartans, and also respectfully presented the death of Ares, this bland bone necklace.

The Great Elder gripped the necklace and stroked the boulder.

This is not an ordinary stone, with many incomprehensible totems engraved on it, left by the Spartan ancestors after they came to the mountains, recording all the important events about Sparta.

For example, three hundred warriors against the Persian army.

Another example is Alexander the Great of the Macedonian kingdom.

And in the most conspicuous position, it is the death of Ares.

The Great Elder silently watched its totems, comparing them to the objects in his hands, they were so godlike.

"According to the ancestors, the death of Ares would not be scorched by fire. ”

As he spoke, the Great Elder gestured to the temple guards beside him.

"Light the flame!"

The guard received the order, and the fire was raging, and the Great Elder threw his hand and threw the necklace into it.

At this moment, Zheng Fei's heart hung in his throat.

Bone...... How is it possible not to be scorched by fire?

Faced with a difficult situation, he was helpless.

Explain this to the Spartans who are full of faith that this is not scientific, and that will definitely be treated as a psychopath, and if you don't do it, you will be reduced to a slave and face Santiago in the gladiatorial arena.

What to do, what to do?

Even though there was a fire burning around him, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he clenched his fists uneasily, his brain racing, racking his brains to think of a way to get out.

However, after a while, he gave up.

Surrounded by tens of thousands of cruel and warlike Spartans, you still want to get out, unless you drive a tank!

Unprecedented despair hit his heart, and he glanced at Santiago meaningfully, wanting to sympathize with him, but saw this guy staring at the sky with his head held high.

"It's raining. Santiago said coldly.

As the words fell, a drop of rain fell on Zheng Fei's face.

Immediately, thunder roared and a torrential rain washed down.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Spartans cried out in horror, not because they were afraid of the rain, but because they understood that it was the wrath of the god of war.

This heavy rain drenched the people and extinguished the raging fire.

Seeing this, the stunned Great Elder didn't care about the hot hands, and hurriedly picked up the necklace from the fire, knelt down with it, looked up at the sky and muttered a spell, praying for forgiveness from the god of war.

At the same time, tens of thousands of Spartans knelt en en masse in the rain, and the scene was extremely grand.

"Hey, what are they doing......" Santiago, who had never experienced the cleansing of his faith, wondered about such behavior.

"We picked up a life. Zheng Fei lowered his voice and exhaled heavily, with a look of relief on his face.

The rain kept falling, but the Spartans never knelt down, Zheng Fei and Santiago accompanied them in the rain, and after more than ten minutes, the prayer of the great elder finally ended and he stood up.

He was already soaked, and he didn't even bother to wipe the rain off his face, so he raised the bone necklace in his hand with great excitement and shouted: "The death of Ares is back!"

"The Death of Ares is back!"

"The Death of Ares is back!"

......

Over and over again, people repeated, and the shouts of tens of thousands of people resounded through the heavens and the earth, as if a grand ceremony was being held.

For Sparta, it was a grand ceremony. (To be continued.) )