Julius's voice became heavy: "The wheel of time has turned five hundred years, and Tenotiran and all the miracles it has created have grown old, and the smell of decay and gloom has enveloped the once promised land. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The red curtain of light flickered and danced, reflecting rows of numb tribesmen with their hands tied, their perspectives moving upward, rivers of blood streaming from the high altar, and priests wearing the crown of the sun god holding up a beating heart in the air, laughing maniacally.

This was a very ordinary sight for Cheberkeley, who was accustomed to seeing the Holy Crown War and the sacrifice of the living, but now he felt like he was on pins and needles, and something must have gone wrong!

Those who are in bondage, they, they could have lived as happily ever after!

Why!

"Pleasure, greed, and indulgence have dominated Tenotirán, and the sword and scepter can no longer be in the same box. Samurai and priests believed that they were the rulers of all creation. Tenotiran, split. War has torn nations apart, nations and everything that was once good. ”

Lush jungles blaze with blazing fires, skulls loom visible in the knee-length grass of water nurseries, galloping horses and death-scented mukawit roar through the ruined bazaars, hooves of horses trampling dodging undodging traders to the ground, and hideous-looking giant spiders tearing open the bellies of the tribesmen who have fallen into their nets and drinking the blood of their prey.

As the red curtain turns, the setting sun casts a bloody curtain over the mountains and jungles, the smoke fills the city with fire, the mukawit warriors give one last look at their ruined homes and set out on their way north, like the totem pole-bearing priests who tighten the last straps on their horses' bellies and wave goodbye to their harpoon-wielding guards at the fork in the road to the south.

The final scene reverts back to in front of the Temple of the Sun. A priest dressed in a robe of ornate colorful feathers held his scepter aloft and laughed desperately as he looked at the shattered and burning city in front of him. A huge shadow enveloped him, and the twenty-meter-tall colossus of the sun god smashed down!

The red light curtain turned into countless red points of light and fell one after another, and the rising flames rekindled in the six-pointed star array.

Cheberkeley felt a heartache: a great civilization has fallen like this! Look around, except for the chief priest Julius, everyone is frowning and mourning for the loss of that civilization.

"The long night of 2,500 years has begun. The Noziks are back to square one. Once again, they began to drink blood, and once again they began to walk on the blue wisps. For 2,500 years, people have forgotten the glory of the past and the suffering of the past. Today, we, the remnants of Gutnotiran, gather here to remember that great kingdom and offer our sincere prayers to the gods of chaos, the sun and darkness, that our eyes may not revisit the tragedy of 2,500 years ago!"

The five of them raised their arms at the same time, and the rising flames turned into a two-headed fiery serpent, roaring, and spiraling into the night sky.

The brief sacrificial ceremony was over, and the five of them all breathed a sigh of relief, and their expressions became relaxed, as if they had unloaded a heavy burden. Tabrich and Julius even talked and laughed and walked back, but Dalmont and Bell were more reserved and still didn't say much.

Bai Liana patted Cheberkeley, who was sitting in place: "Okay, let's go, how long are you going to stay?"

Cheberkeley felt that everything was like a dream, and that dream just now was so real!

"Let me catch my breath and give me a little time. Why, you don't seem to care?"

Bai Liana spread her hands helplessly: "Because it's the first time you've seen it, it's relatively new." On our side, once a month, every time it's the same rhetoric, I'll memorize it, okay?"

Cheberkeley stood up in anger: "How can I say that! To be able to witness with your own eyes the rise and fall of a great civilization is such an important event, if in Atlas, it will be a great ceremony for the whole country to participate, and this day will become the greatest festival!"

Bai Liana was startled: "What are you doing! What does this have to do with other people?"

Seeing the appearance of the goddess with a flat mouth and about to cry, Cheberkeley's anger turned into nothing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong! I don't blame you...... Alas, perhaps, when you grow up, you will understand the meaning of these rituals, which are the roots of civilization!"

Sighing slightly, Cheberkeley said again: "I'm sorry, I thought of you as savages at first, but I didn't expect that you are the descendants of such a great civilization, no wonder there are such unbelievable spells and techniques." It is likely that those of us who live in the present, who are confused even by the events of a thousand years ago, have unconsciously enjoyed your shadows. ”

"That's it......" the girl crossed her hands on her hips, "lazy worms and stupid people who enjoy the shade, why don't you come and bow down!"

Thanks to this joke, Cheberkeley was finally freed from the shackles of pathetic history, and he laughed: "In that case, wouldn't you become a three-thousand-year-old monster?"

Julius went and returned: "That's right. We are the remnants of Tenotiran but we do not carry the burdens left by our ancestors. Crime and punishment were fully redeemed at the moment of the destruction of Gutnotiran. ”

Cheberkeley's chest rose unconsciously: "Then, don't you think about restoring the glory of Gutnotilan?

Then the tribe began to fight aggressively, and after staining the jungle with blood, a brutal nation was established. And then the battle between the samurai and the priests began again - history repeats itself, right?"

"But if there is a virtuous one......"

"Can a virtuous gentleman live for five hundred years?"

Cheberkeley was momentarily speechless.

Julius said: "The samurai and the priests are the cornerstone of the tribe and the state, and it is an unsolvable question of who has the higher status. We thought about it for a long time and realized that there was only one solution. ”

"What is it?"

"Or, turn the samurai into vassals of the priests, and let the sword serve the scepter;" he paused and smiled, "let the priests step down from the altar so that they can no longer misinterpret the will of the gods at will." ”

Cheberkeley's heart beat hard, this man is talking about the problem that Atlas urgently needs to solve now!

The military has put up with the priests led by Kuruma for too long! If these, who are full of nonsense and regard human life as a mustard, they will continue to do whatever they want, and sooner or later, Atlas will repeat the mistakes of Gutnotiran!

It's time to fix this!

A sentence that had been hovering in his chest for a long time couldn't help but blurt out: "So, can you help me?"

No one answered, and when he looked up, Julius was gone.

Cheberkeley shook his head helplessly, it seemed that the people had already made up their minds to be a hermit. It's a pity for their skills and vision.

Bai Liana smiled: "It's time to go, I have to work tomorrow, and there will be a storm the day after tomorrow - my sister predicted." ”

Cheberkeley lowered his eyes: "No. ”

"Huh?"

"Prophecy or anything is just a lie woven by the priests for profit. The only thing that guides the country is the sword and the sweat of hard work!"

"What's wrong with you? I'm nervous, I don't understand what you're saying. Believe it or not, don't delay your work tomorrow!" With that, the girl spun around briskly and walked away with light steps.

The faint aroma was still lingering on the tip of his nose, and his slender figure was not far away, but Cheberkeley suddenly remembered his calamity, barbaric and backward Atlas.

"I ...... Homesick. ”