Trade circulates like blood, circulating in a body called 'civilization'.

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"God-given trade advent -- the power of faith in the Temple of the God of War can sustain space trade for three days."

Flashing through the data in his eyes, Aaron's deep pupils shone like two lights peeking into the unknown. In the silver eyes, there was only longing and hope, blooming with sparkling light, flowing like a stream.

Buzz――――――

The second metallic hum pierced the air, and at the same time as the 'God-given Ships' appeared on the shores of the Dead Sea, a second vision appeared in the sky above Aaron's vision. As far as the eye could see, it was a round burning sphere, which seemed to be neither large nor small, about two to three meters in diameter.

Aaron's gaze was still pure and warm, but now it added a deepness, as deep as the calm sea in the night.

Upon closer inspection, he found that the middle of the sphere was hollow, and only the outer ring of the sphere was burning. With the circle of heat waves, the fireworks in the sky are dazzling, like a flickering sunset, the last ray of sunlight shining on the earth, condensed in the air for a long time.

The smoke swirled and the black tongue spat out, and in an instant, sparks burst out of the smoke. Most of the subjects had their mouths wide open and looked panicked. Only Aaron's gaze was fixed in one place, his brow furrowed.

As the fireball appears, it sputters rapidly until it disappears.

A set of data gradually gave Aaron's clear eyes a new light, "Through God-given trade, the God of War sacrifice brings additional amplification." Unknown Target - Void Space Temple. ”

Although the scorching sun has not yet shone, the sand beside the road has already shown a timid light. The disappearing fireball, on the surface of the Dead Sea, stirred up a giant ripple. Quickly streaked across the shore, then condensed into two sparks in Aaron's eyes, and disappeared into the depths of his eyes in an instant.

"Summoning the Void Space Temple, before it falls, collect 0/10,000 crystal stones."

The Dead Sea is still the Dead Sea that has just been there, and there is no so-called temple in sight.

As his eyes flowed, his eyes reflected such a set of data that he had never seen before, which not only made Aaron feel a little confused, but also made him slightly distracted.

Aaron remembered William's account of this particular temple, which was different from the Seven Temples.

The Void Space Sanctuary is a roaming Sanctuary that occurs once every hundred years, always appearing in strange places, and at strange times. In another civilized continent, only a few people recorded in the history books were fortunate enough to see it.

And through the 'God-given Trade' and the increase in the sacrifice of the God of War, the appearance and advent of the Void Space Temple were triggered, so that Aaron could not figure out what the connection between the three was.

Suddenly, a bright light pierced the eye membrane, and the feeling of dizziness and weakness swirled in Nosica's mind.

When she noticed the colored light on Aaron's body, her lips trembled, and she reminded in a trembling voice, "My king! Your body ......"

Staring at him with a pair of distracted eyes, Aaron finally realized that the colored light came from his pockets.

A hard object escaped from the pocket of the palm and stretched out in the light of the day. The appearance of the Void Space Temple made the surface of this crystal stone circulate with a strong halo of colorful light, like a bright star left behind in the world.

It just confirms the saying, "There is no waste in this world, but the treasure is misplaced and becomes waste." ”

Aaron swept the crystal stone in his hand, and immediately realized something, and the light he deliberately suppressed under his eyes suddenly became active. The eyebrows are curved like bows, bouncing over the silver eyes. His eyes are keen, and it seems that he can see anything very clearly.

“…… Send scouts to the Bloodstained Grand Canyon and tell the archon Kurush, go to the Gobi Desert to collect 10,000 crystal stones, and bring them back to Sparta before they fall, hurry! ――”

Looking at the scouts of the general's guard, jumping on the fast horse, the back of the dust. Aaron counted the time in his heart and rode to the bloodstained Grand Canyon, but it was only half an hour.

There are less than 5 hours to go. It takes about two hours to get from the Bloodstained Grand Canyon to Sparta. So, Kulush had to collect 10,000 crystals in two and a half hours. And before it fell, he brought it back to Sparta.

The opportunity to get a glimpse of the temple is just around the corner and should not be missed. The more times like this came, the more Aaron regretted the lack of cavalry units.

If there were a cavalry, maybe it wouldn't be a difficult thing at all. The scouts of the general guards beside Aaron have experienced attrition for more than half a year, and now there are only a few people left around him.

God-given trade was just around the corner, the scarcity of horses and various resources, and the longing for trade, so that Aaron's eyes were fixed on the shores of the Dead Sea, those hazy shadows of ships that emitted some kind of glimmer like 'mirages'.

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Trade circulates like blood, circulating in a body called 'civilization'.

The Void Space Sanctuary was a curious stone pressed on his heart, making Aaron's heart flow with a warm feeling. But the 'God-given trade' was just around the corner, and he had to seize and cherish the limited time he had for three days.

In the past three months, Aaron has no leisure to worry about the busy days every day, and always keeps his heart in the busy things and devotes himself to them.

Now that the harvest time has finally arrived, Aaron can't help but look at the Temple of the God of War, and there is a look of enlightenment in his bright eyes. Kratos' voice rang in my ears.

"Spartans, ship at once!"

At the sound of an order, the doors of more than a dozen warehouses in Sparta were all opened, and all kinds of local products such as gold, precious stones, furs, and medicinal herbs were transported to the shores of the Dead Sea, which was only a few hundred meters north of Sparta.

"God gives trade, only the servants of the god of war, and trade diplomats can go to sea to Greece."

Sweeping a cart of supplies, filled with a large ship of light and shadow on the shores of the Dead Sea. From the data in his eyes, Aaron knew that when these ships of light and shadow passed through space, it seemed that only the clergy could go to sea with the ships. In addition, Aaron's quota can only send one diplomat.

As more and more ships of light and shadow approached, a gentle breeze, a cool and fishy smell of the sea came to the surface, and a large cloud of orange-red fire suddenly appeared over the Dead Sea, a deep color that almost rendered half the sky.

The winds on the horizon gathered thick clouds and brought all the clouds there, forming a huge whirlpool. The surface of the Dead Sea resembles a white portico, and around the porch, there are many heavy cloud curtains, which seem to spread a carpet towards Sparta, waiting quietly for the 'ships of light and shadow' to pass through it.

Looking at this strange scene, smelling the fishy wind of sea water on the shores of the Dead Sea, which has never been seen before.

The 'Dead Sea', which had been untouchable by thunder before, began to flow slowly, entering the whirlpool behind the cloud curtain porch.

Standing high above a section of the completed wall, his silver hair, falling down from Aaron's tall, slightly wide forehead, was combed back, and strands covered his ears, revealing the sideburns with the texture of the green tendons on his temples.

He was looking at the God-given trade, and his silver eyes were sometimes bright and innocent, sometimes gloomy and deep, sometimes sharp and cold.

And at this moment, because of the limited time to summon the void space temple, it is about to pass. And in the God-given trade, the number of places on board the ship is too scarce, so that these indescribable eyes are filled with a certain dark cloud of doubt.