Several pieces of copper lamps that had been corroded by acid and fell straight down from dozens of feet in the air, and landed right around Amos, and the whale wax that flowed and splashed on the ground immediately burned rapidly, and he staggered back with the support of the slaves, and Dada, who had been crawling at Amos's feet, jumped up like a beast at this moment and rushed out of the pillar hall, Amos angrily pushed away the slaves who were holding him, and groped around his waist several times before remembering that their weapons had been removed when they entered the main island of the Eastern Crown, and he quickly searched through the smoke and fire, and the bronze lamp fell into his eyes, and it was molded into the shape of a swordfishThe swordfish got its name because it had a long, pointed jaw that could be used as a weapon, and Amos ran over and lifted it up to the hot pedestal, which was the swordfish's curved tail, and lifted it.

Amos, the youngest and weakest, had the closest seat to the colonyhall of all the sons of lords, and he was only a few breaths behind Dada, so when Dada leaped into the sea, he had already chased beyond the pillared hall. As we have described earlier, the lord's colonnade surrounds a protruding corridor connected to a white stone trestle that extends directly into the sea, and the platform at the end can be used as a dock or for airships to take off and land. Amos saw the airship decorated like a ship of the gods at first glance, the snow-white airbags had been puffed up, and many brightly dressed gnomes were busy on it like little puppets, but it was not landing, but flying away, and a mage made his voice unusually loud, threatening the lowly craftsmen, but Amos did not think that they would land because of such intimidation, after all, there was a greater threat approaching them- The water retreated silently, revealing a white sand area of clams about hundreds of feet wide, where crustaceans such as corals, fish, and crabs crawled in panic. Flapping, the sea water had almost submerged Ji'er's jaw, and now the turbulent sea water could only touch her soft waist.

This is a precursor to a tsunami.

No altar can hold so many offerings. Spread on both sides of the trestle and plunged deep into the sea, the dense wooden piles became the most special sacrificial utensils to date, for which thousands of slaves worked day and night for three days in a row. Dada jumped into the raging waters and swam to Ji'er, untying the rope that bound her, barely able to contain his panic as the dolphin curiously circled them. Kicked it.

The dolphin let out a cry of grievance, the effects of the drugs weakened by the animal's instinctive avoidance of disaster, and it and its people were lucky not to run aground, and in the boiling waters, the gray figures of the dolphins loomed, and they tried to dive into the deep sea, but the surging force pushed them into the shallows.

"Run," called Ji'er, "run to the temple." ”

"But......" Dada was interrupted by Ji'er's fierce eyes before he could finish speaking, but he didn't understand why Ji'er would say that—the pillar hall was only a few dozen feet above the sea level. Even if the tsunami hadn't engulfed them, the lord's soldiers and mages would have caught them, and Dada knew that there was a narrow path that would allow the two of them to dive all the way to the depths of the main island, in such a chaotic situation. The lord may not remember to capture the two slaves, they can hide, and then he will take Ji'er to the side island, although his new master has become food for the monitor lizards. But there is also an elf on the side island, the elves are always kind and gentle, and Kerry is also a believer in Su Lun. He would be willing to help them.

"It's too late," said Ji'er, "believe me, Dada, don't you understand that successive lords have built their fortresses and palaces here for a reason. ”

For a moment, Dada wanted to ask if he could really trust her again, but they had heard an ominous roar, and he followed Ji'er reflexively towards a place that might be more dangerous for them than a tsunami.

"Why?" he asked as he helped Ji'er dodge a whizzing piece of rubble.

――

"The palace and fortress were built on the temple of Talos. Adair said.

And the knight Xiu showed a look of disbelief, in this plane ruled by gods and demons, temples, sanctuaries, and temples can be said to be the most special existence, especially for mortals- An evil deity, such as the priest of Talos, who can stir up a storm and roll up waves to destroy the sanctuary of Rosada in a seaside city, is merit and glory for them, but if a group of mortals self-righteously rush into the sanctuary and burn it with torches, then they may be torn apart and thrown into the sea by the irascible priests of Talos and the messengers of Talos before the priests of Rosada or the paladins of Tyre come to capture and judge. The White Shark devoured them, and whether or not they believed in Talos or not, and whether or not they did it to please Talos, the priests were only concerned with whether their authority and favor would be diluted, and whether their innate talents would be desecrated and despised.

Moreover, a temple, a sanctuary, a temple, it can be destroyed, burned, annihilated, but it still has power, like the temples of Flo scattered everywhere, many of which are empty and collapsed, but if a mortal does not notice the emblem of the fragrant pea flower, and accidentally steps into it, he may still be bound and invaded by the power entangled in the vine and wild flowers, and the best result is a serious illness, and the worst is probably death.

"They're smart," Adair explained, "maybe there's a superior spellcaster guiding them," he asked Xiu to take a brief look around, and Xiu easily found the light-colored stone in the criss-cross of dark greens: "The foundation stone of the temple hasn't been removed, and no buildings or plants have affected everything in the area, and there are still people offering sacrifices here to make sure the temple isn't abandoned," it was like a somewhat desolate ordinary courtyard, but the stone slabs on the ground were permeated with brown patches. Stating that there are still people here to worship Talos, "The storm god doesn't ask too much of his temple, he only cares about whether his followers and priests violate his teachings," in fact, there are many such gods, like Ilmut, whose priest is happy to accept even if he opens up a small room to be his temple. But Talos just didn't care too much about it: "I don't know how the successive Eastern Crown Lords have deceived - no, maybe they didn't, they just stole Talos's power. ”

"But there is no ...... among them"

"This power is not for any one person," Adel said, "for architecture." ”

――

The tsunami came as scheduled, and it suddenly stood up, covering the sun and the sky, and everywhere it could be seen was gray-blue water, like the hand of a god pressing the entire main island of the Eastern Crown into the sea in an instant.

The sea was the first to swallow the airship that was staggering into the air, and Amos turned his head when he heard someone laughing. Realizing that it was their old father, the chaos in the pillar hall seemed to have been brought under control, and the lord was surrounded by spellcasters and soldiers, and his earth-colored eyes swept over Amos, the meaning of which made Amos shudder.

Dada and Ji'er huddled under the trestle, it was too late for them to avoid the eyes of others and enter the pillar hall, Dada hugged Ji'er, she was covered in sand. Hands and feet were cold, only the unsettling heat of their faces exuded abnormally, "they ......," her lips twitched, "they built a fortress around the original temple of Talos. When her brother looked over, the slave girl, who had been the lord's favorite, blinked, "The temple of Talos is not affected by any storms, volcanoes, earthquakes, or other disasters, so ......" She shuddered as she looked at the tide that poured down on them like a mountain: "Here is it...... The safest. ”

Amos watched the waters parting in front of him, as if an invisible and powerful god was looking down on them. Stretching out his hands to shield mortals from this sudden catastrophe, he lowered his knees and prayed incoherently.

"Come on, come on!" shouted the lord of the Eastern Crown. Waving his hands, he entered an indescribable state of euphoria, like drinking a whole barrel of honey wine, and like spending the whole night with the incarnation of Flo, his eyes were red, his lips were purple, his face was pale, blue veins protruding from under his skin, his pale yellow curls fluttering in the wind, and he was wearing the robe embroidered with lightning, and the lightning emblem on the robe gleamed in the dim light like real thunder.

Of course, the priests of Talos had seen this unexpected change.

"He has deceived us!" cried the priest of Talos, "is it that my God, who is mighty and honorable, would protect such a blasphemer and the unbeliever?"

"It's impossible!" retorted the senior priest, though for a moment he thought if it was because the owner of the Eastern Crown had unspeakable blood, but he immediately dismissed the speculation, and then he thought of the possibility that there had already been a temple of Talos before he had followed Talos, or that in the distant past, before his great-grandfather was born, before the first pillars had fallen in the complex they saw. Like the temple they built on that small island, this is the only way to explain why it can survive the fear of violent tsunamis and hurricanes, even when the Eastern Crown is ready to be swallowed up by volcanic ash and lava, its owner still lives in peace, and even has the heart to hold a grand festival.

――

Adel put down a crest, Rosada's, and when he gripped it, it no longer stinged his hand, but gave him the warmth of confidence—it was inlaid with precious sunstones, the size of a pigeon's egg shining like the sun on the clouds, surrounded by golden laurel leaves.

This was the last step, and Adel regretfully placed it on the altar that belonged to Talos, tainted with blood and internal organs, and the pure water that had been poured on it was like a transparent carapace condensed on the smooth surface of the altar, which did not penetrate or disperse, but as soon as the emblem was lowered, they immediately melted, and the emblem made a crisp click a moment later, and the knight Xiu was surprised to see that it was shattering from the very center.

"What's going on?"

"Purification. Adair said, and then both the knight Xiu and he saw the dazzling light bursting from the sun stone, every bit of clean and dust-free morning water was refracting and absorbing this light, and in a snap of a finger, the entire altar was covered with omnipresent light.

The light was so hot and so beautiful, but it didn't burn their eyes, and the knight Xiu could clearly see the altar twisting and discoloring, peeling and cracking layer by layer, and he could even hear the angry cry of a dying beast.

The light rushed into the sky, and even in daylight, it could still be noticed by mortals thousands of miles away.

Of course, the soldiers chasing Adair and Knight Xiu did not let go of this strange sign, and they quickly surrounded the area, and the soldiers with crossbows in their hands stepped out of the tall ferns, and dozens of arrows made of steel were aimed at Adel and Xiu.

A mage threw down a scroll, and after the scroll hit the ground, countless black tentacles stretched out, and the knight Xiu slashed through it, and several tentacles fell to the ground, but more tentacles came out of the shadows under his feet and tightly bound his legs.

Adel chanted the incantation aloud and slapped it on the knight's body, and the tentacles suddenly shrank back faster than they had come, as if they had seen an invincible old enemy.

"A priest?" the mage flew in the air and looked at Adel with an arrogant expression, "When has the god of morning light been so merciful and forgiving in Rosada that even criminals who are charged with blasphemy and murder can be pardoned by him?"

Knight Xiu wanted to say something, but Adel grabbed him and shook his head.

The mage raised his hand, he was given the order not to capture alive, the soldiers raised their crossbows, he knew that this moment and a half might not cause any damage, but it could consume the magic that the priest might pray for.

But before the soldiers could let go of their fingers, they heard a terrible and loud voice that they had never heard before.

This is the second time that the priests of Talos have prayed for a tsunami.

The murky waters roared and toppled the trestle and swept into the air the beautiful lamps that looked like shards of moonlight, pushing the pillars that supported the columns, from which they broke as if they were made of ash, or fell in the tumbling water, and the dome it supported fell in pieces, and the walls were lifted like parchment, and the extravagant gold ornaments and silver fixtures, Sandalwood and Purple Heartwood were swept into a vast and dense vortex, and all humans, slaves and masters, became sacrifices to Talos, the Body of the Storm, few of whom drowned, and were accompanied by either hard boulders or sharp shards as they drifted through the whirlpool.

Except for the Eastern Crown Lord, who was caught in mid-air by two mages. He watched his eldest son disappear with his half-mutilated body in front of his eyes with the flow of water, and the other sons disappeared completely, and he did not feel grief, but even a little secretly happy. (To be continued.) )