Attila paused for a moment, calmed down, looked at Ye Feng's eyes in a cautious and cautious tone and said:

"I want all the Huns and barbarians to know the will of the Immortal Heaven, can you help me?"

Ye Feng smiled weirdly, lowered his head and said lightly:

"I can help you, but..."

Ye Feng slammed it, a but, made Attila's sunken eyes widen, his black beard even stood upright, he was eager to speak, but the moment he spoke. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Feng put his slender fingers on his thin lips and made a silent sigh.

Attila swallowed a mouthful of saliva, swallowed what he was about to say, and carefully prepared to listen to what Ye Feng was about to say, Attila swore in the name of God, even in the battlefield, in the sword and sword, and the flesh and blood, he had never been so serious.

"I need to please the Immortals, and the Immortals need a palace no less than the Holy See. And in order to better serve the Immortal Heaven, I need a territory under the direct jurisdiction, of course, these territories will not come from your empire, I sincerely beg you to let me recruit volunteers to go on an expedition. ”

Ye Feng lowered his head, but his eyes were secretly looking at Attila, and he said slowly, slowly squeezing out dozens of words like squeezing toothpaste. As soon as Attila had any grievances and anger, Ye Feng immediately explained and stopped these demands.

Fortunately, the swarthy Attila did not show any resentment, but her face was full of religious fanaticism. He said urgently:

"Is this the will of the Immortal Heaven? I'm willing to take the lead! Expedition for Immortality! ”

Ye Feng's head paused, raised his head to look at Attila, who was full of fanaticism, and said with a smile:

"There should no longer be a noble heart broken, the will of the Immortal Heaven, only clergy and freemen who are steadfast in their faith, and no noble person should shed any more blood for it!"

Attila's bloodshot red eyes calmed down, and his rapid panting from excitement gradually subsided. Attila looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, lowered his head and spit out, and said calmly and calmly:

"Let these lowly ants, then, come and prostrate before their king, and kneel and kiss my feet, for my glory, my authority, and my will are given by the Immortal Heaven, and I am a lawful and reasonable ruler."

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed and he said in a steady voice, but his voice was obviously full of trills.

"Willing to serve you, I will crown you! In the name of the merciful and all-powerful Immortal Heaven! ”

In the midst of flowers, applause, and holy chanting, Attila himself closed his eyes in the water.

Let the clear and cool water of the lake wet his clothes, feel the power of the immortal heaven, the god of creation, and feel his power in the water. Wait for Ye Feng to finish reading the last sentence - may the immortal heavens bless you!

Attila jerked out of the water, breathing heavily, his clothes were blistered with water, so they bulged up, like flatulence, he wrung out his clothes, wiped the water from his hair and face with his hands, and shook his hair, and the clear water splashed everywhere.

Attila turned his head and said to Ye Feng, who was wearing the golden robe of the apostle and wearing the crown of gods:

"Is it done?"

Seeing Ye Feng nodding affirmatively, Attila laughed heartily, but he didn't dare to make any disrespectful actions in front of Immortal Heaven.

"I can't wait, let's be crowned quickly, while everyone is here!"

Attila walked ashore, took the cloth from a white slave attendant, wiped all the slippery water off her body, and then walked into the tent and changed into a set of standard equipment for battle.

The upper body is brown leather scale armor, with scales distributed on the chest like fish scales, and the lower body wears a loose leather trousers and deerskin cool boots. The whole body is almost all brown, except for the dark face.

Tens of thousands of onlookers surrounded Attila to death, but no one made a sound, the scene was silent as if time had frozen, they stood quietly in the outer circle, most of them were pious and solemn. Their king will receive the power of immortality to walk in the secular world.

On a temporary golden platform, Ye Feng was sitting on a gold-plated holy chair in a golden robe, wearing a triple crown of gold, silver and copper on his head, a ring-shaped one-layer gold crown was placed on a wooden purple shirt wooden counter on his right hand, the gold crown was made of pure gold, without any pearls or gemstone inlays, very simple.

Like a performance, the ceremony began with hundreds of gray-robed priests, the most basic and most steadfast people of the Church, who went to preach in treacherous, bitter cold lands for the will and glory of immortality. Their fanatical faith makes them extremely serene and steadfast.

Hundreds of gray-robed priests simultaneously chanted the sacred text in the Hunnic language, which was spoken by the Huns near the city of Buda, the capital of Attila's empire, and as a model and standard, became the official language of the Church. Because even within the Huns, there are different dialects and languages.

This kind of holy and grand aura immediately infected the tens of thousands of soldiers who came to the venue, but the soldiers did not relax their vigilance according to Attila's orders, they were all fully armed, even Ye Feng was still wearing a stubborn and stubborn one, but he was covered with a loose golden robe.

On the top of Ye Feng's chest, a big golden horse head was embroidered, and he was looking proudly.

The soldiers carried their scimitars at their waists, and their round shields on their backs, but they prayed in solemn voices, most of them with their heads bowed, and very reverent.

The priests wore loose gray robes, like the legendary messengers of hell, and their heads were covered in gray robes, revealing only part of their faces. Most of the grey-robed priests wore wooden horse headdresses on their chests, and a few nobles also possessed this amulet to give them psychological comfort.

These few nobles kissed the horse's head trinkets, and they couldn't help themselves.

After hundreds of gray-robed priests lined up in a neat phalanx and walked in front of everyone. This was followed by the bishop, the archbishop, and the black-clad archbishop. Their mixed procession walked through one by one, only unlike the clergyman's empty hands.

The cardinal in front of him walked at the front of the line, holding a pitch-black horse-headed scepter. The bishop's and archbishop's attire are gray, but as the rank increases, the color becomes darker, and the color of the archbishop's gray robe is close to black.

Unlike the quiet and excited audience, the beautiful notes composed of musicians of different nationalities floated on the plains.