The beautiful instruments played a harmonious chapter, and this holy and solemn religious music enchanted the crowded Huns and barbarians and indulged in this serene and sacred note. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The barbarian Huns indulged in this sacred music, and this soul-cleansing music calmed the hearts of these excited believers and onlookers. Sacred music blows like a gentle wind through the restless, fanatical and bloodthirsty hearts of these Hun barbarians.

The Huns surrounding Attila were like a vast sea, layer after layer. They formed impregnable walls to keep evil and hypocrisy at bay.

After the mixed phalanx of black-robed archbishops walked by, it was followed by twelve silver-robed disciples, each of whom held a silver horse-headed scepter. The only discord on their faces was the fine beads of sweat on their faces, which destroyed a hint of holiness.

But viewers from afar can't see this detail clearly. Ye Feng let the hot sweat flow from his forehead to his neck like a stream, but he still maintained the majesty and dignity of an apostle.

The dignity of the apostle is sacrosanct, he must always maintain a warm gaze like a spring breeze, he must sit majestic, and he must not be casual and careless.

Power also brings a cage, but Ye Feng is happy to be in it, only with power can he finally control his own destiny.

After a series of hard lives, treacherous battles, and harsh environments, Ye Feng will act in the power of the gods and crown the emperor, step by step, from a defeated soldier, with his wisdom and hard work, will go to the pinnacle of power.

The last one to appear was the apostle, Ye Feng stood up, because of the soreness and numbness caused by the lack of activity of his body for a long time, Ye Feng stretched his body.

Although Ulding asked to hold the golden horsehead scepter, in order to reduce Ye Feng's burden, after all, Ye Feng's heavy clothes, divine crown, and boots were more than a dozen catties.

But Ye Feng, who was sweating profusely, refused, if his scepter needed to be lifted by others, then did his power need to be exercised by others.

Ye Feng's big hand stroked the golden horse's head scepter, with a look of fascination and yearning, this is not only a symbol of the supreme power of religion, but also the hand of immortality. He touched the world with theocracy.

He stroked the golden horse's head over and over again, feeling the uneven texture, and finally he withdrew his hand and lifted the heavy scepter, and the heavy scepter was lifted high by Ye Feng.

With great anticipation, Ye Feng slowly walked down from the platform, and at this time, hundreds of gray-robed priests, black-robed archbishops, and twelve silver-robed disciples followed behind Ye Feng in turn according to their status.

The sacred music reached its climax, and the lake that had been calm in everyone's hearts boiled again, and their mouths were ready to move, and they wanted to cheer long live, but in front of the gods, they did not dare to make a mistake easily,

Ye Feng walked slowly and step by step, in the fluttering pink petals, the golden horse's head scepter reflected the light of the sun, the holy light shone on the earth, and the beautiful and harmonious music was excited.

A Hunnarian with an agitated expression, his face flushed with excitement and fanaticism, bowed his forehead, and prayed in a pious voice, blessing their king and apostles.

Ye Feng held the coronation ceremony, circled, and finally returned to the holy chair, at this time, as an apostle, he was finally able to rest, and the protagonist of this coronation ceremony, Attila, belatedly walked towards Ye Feng from the crowd at this time.

Attila looked straight ahead with a pair of divine eyes, he pushed aside the Huns who stood in front of him, and walked in front of everyone, with a face of piety and fanaticism, more excitement and happiness. At this moment he walked to the center of the stage, closed his eyes, and waited for a while to feel this divine aura.

opened his eyes, walked in front of Ye Feng, and knelt down with a thud, Attila thought that he was not kneeling Ye Feng, but the spokesman of God, so he was extremely pious and enthusiastic. Ye Feng stretched out his golden horse's head scepter, Attila looked at it, and then hesitantly kissed the golden horse's head.

Ye Feng's right hand is on the purple counter, on top of a velvet-filled soft red pillow, there is an extremely simple pure gold gold crown, Ye Feng lightly opened his right hand, picked up the gold crown placed on the velvet pillow, Ye Feng stood up, he held the gold crown high in the air, and said to Attila kneeling in front of him with a solemn voice:

"May the eternal heavens bless you, may the thorny path before you be a smooth path, and may the holy light shine on the earth.

Please swear in the name of the Immortal Heaven!

I will sweep away the darkness and defend the clergy!

I will be kind to the people, industrious and wise!

I will slay heretics and die for the Holy War!

...”

Ye Feng read a sentence, and Attila followed suit. The atmosphere reached a climax, the sacred sound swirled in the air, and the passionate religious song changed, not as calm as water as before, but made people's blood boil and passion high.

In the end, Ye Feng ended with a sentence of wishing God to bless you, and finally put the golden crown raised high on Attila's head, and the gorgeous music came to an abrupt end, just like the tide suddenly stopped in a violent place.

The Huns had some aftertaste and reluctance to give up the end of the holy music, but they only thought so in their hearts, and did not complain in their mouths.

When the Golden Crown touched Attila's hair, when Attila felt the cold metallic texture, he felt that he was now a true king, a legitimate and legitimate king with the support of the Almighty Immortal. Although his brother has long since died, the shadow of killing his brother and seizing the throne is still in his heart.

Finally, he was now relieved.

The coronation ceremony ended here, and everyone was reluctant to leave, and their faces were still reluctant to give up on the grand scene just now.

After the team dispersed, Ye Feng gathered the priests who had not left by the way, and by the way, they put on their robes and held a mobilization meeting.

Ye Feng sat on the holy chair, surrounded by twelve silver-robed disciples, followed by the black-robed archbishop, archbishop, bishop, and gray-robed priest. Hundreds of people formed a half-circle, surrounding Ye Feng.

Ye Feng swept over everyone and said loudly:

"The will of the Immortal Heaven, the teachings of the Tengger Sutra, are guiding us, and now, we need a group of fearless volunteers.

Whether it's the ice and snow of the north, or the heat and dryness of the desert.

Whether it is the luxuries of the civilized world, or the bitter cold and hardship of the savage lands.

None of them can shake the warriors of their faith.

Above all, they must be doctrinally adherent, and their souls must be cleaner and purer than milk. Therefore, they must have a war horse of their own, and they must be proficient in the art of riding, and they must understand the teachings. ”