Chapter 197: Hands-on
A few people walked slowly up the pyramid, up the long steps, and finally reached the top.
At the very top of this Mayan pyramid is a magnificent and luxurious hall. On both sides of the main hall stand two exotic stone statues.
These two statues are primitive and exaggerate the description of human features. For example, pull the nose into a vertical strip, enlarge the eyes to occupy half of the face, etc.
The main hall is supported by white stone pillars, and rows of totemic warriors stand next to it. Most of these totemic warriors are level zero, covered in tattoos, and do not smile.
Sig and the others followed the envoys of various tribes, entered the main hall in a low-key manner, and found a place to sit down.
The subsequent sacrificial ceremonies were held here.
Upon entering the main hall, Sigur began to look around.
He found that although the entire luxurious hall was quaint, it was not shabby, and it was worthy of a large project that gathered the financial and material resources of the entire continent to build.
The roof of the main hall seems to have deliberately exposed holes to allow sunlight to shine in.
The emissaries of the various tribes were divided into two factions and sat on either side. Everyone turned their heads to each other, and there was a cacophony of sounds.
And at the front of this main hall is an artificial pool. The water inside has no fluctuations, like stagnant water.
In front of the waterhole, rows of stone coffins are placed, and the remains of the high priests of the past are buried.
According to the custom of this world, after the death of each high priest, the body will be stored on the top of the tower, because this is the closest place to the ancestral gods, and they can be in peace in the arms of the ancestral gods forever.
"Brother Sige, when are we going to do it?" The two-headed man next to him became more and more nervous at this moment, and the whole person stood restlessly.
"Wait. Sigurt was calm. He didn't say anything, but continued to stand behind the puppet chieftain, pretending to be an ordinary guard.
At this moment, the puppet chief is being manipulated by Sigurd, chatting with a young chief next to him.
The man came from a medium-sized tribe called [White Willow], and seemed to have a grudge against the puppet chieftain controlled by Sig, and his speech was full of all kinds of thorns.
"Alas, I robbed you of more than a dozen ploughing cattle last year, and I really didn't want to go, ahhhh ”
"Originally, those slave girls were going to be given to your tribe, but there was no way, my brother just liked it, so he intercepted it halfway, don't be angry, ahhhh ”
"And that year, there was a big drought, and the water source was blocked, which was really embarrassing. ”
“......”
The chief's tone was embarrassed, but his face was a stumbling face.
In short, it is all kinds of provocations, but this person sees that it is a sacrificial ceremony, and it doesn't matter how wasteful he is, because the other party doesn't dare to turn his face at all.
Sigurt glanced at the man and didn't say anything.
After all, they weren't targeting this person, and he wasn't too interested in the feud between his puppet and this person.
In their plan, the ultimate goal of the operation was to capture the High Priest alive.
As long as he can control the man with the highest status in this world, he can mobilize the whole world to work for himself.
To be honest, the high priest's strength was only quasi-second-level, which was nothing in Sig's eyes. What he is really guarding against is the power hidden in the shadows of this world.
The royal court has controlled the entire world for thousands of years, and no one knows how many hole cards it has and how many back hands it has.
A few people were eating snacks in silence, and suddenly, an elegant melody entered the main hall, and everyone who was still talking noisily fell silent in an instant.
A group of women in white dresses walked all the way from the outside of the temple carrying flower baskets and scattering flower petals.
He was followed by musicians playing with primitive instruments, and they played in a dignified tone, similar to the court music that Sieg had heard before.
Surrounded by these people was a white-bearded old man on crutches, and a dark-skinned girl of seventeen or eighteen.
Many of the messengers below stood up in unison and bowed silently.
Among the petals in the sky, the master and apprentice slowly walked into the center of the main hall and walked towards the waterhole at the end.
"Teacher, I have a hunch that something should happen today. The dark-skinned girl blinked her dark eyes and sent a message to the high priest next to her.
"I could feel a hint of the will of the ancestral gods. The high priest talked to the girl as he walked: "The ancestral god told me that the white light demon should be in the royal capital. ”
As soon as these words came out, the girl's body trembled violently, and she held back the shock in her heart and raised her eyes to look at her teacher.
"Don't worry, this is our territory, he doesn't dare to mess around. A gentle smile appeared on the high priest's face, and he spoke to the girl.
It's like an elder comforting a junior, and the tone is gentle.
On the other side, the eyes of Sieg and the others also fell on these two people.
"Your Excellency, that is the High Priest and Her Highness the Holy Maiden. Pierrot held back the resentment in his eyes and said to Sigurt next to him tremblingly.
"I know. Sieg ignored the man's emotions, his eyes fixed on the white-bearded old man.
The strength on this person's body fluctuated violently, and it should be regarded as half a foot stepping into the second-level realm.
Thinking of this, Sieg looked around the main hall again. The people who come to the priesthood today are all chiefs of various tribes. They are of high status and prominent status.
In other words, the hall is now filled with almost all the most powerful people in the world.
Again, the security here is tight.
On all sides were the guards of the royal court, and among them were many totemic warriors.
"Do it!" Sig shouted at the two-headed freak next to him.
"Huh?" the two-headed monster turned his head and looked at Sig suspiciously, "Here? now?"
"Yes, right now. Sieg's gaze gradually became cold: "Even you can't imagine that we will make a move now, let alone them." ”
"What you want is to be surprised, anyway, sooner or later, it's better to take advantage of now. Sieg was too lazy to talk nonsense, and there was a roar at the moment, and the bloodline instantly returned to his ancestors.
Rumble!
There was an explosion, and the fire elemental around Sieg took on a violent state. In an instant, his appearance changed into a giant flame demon three meters tall and burning with raging flames.
For Sige, sooner or later he has to make a move anyway, so if he wants to make a move, he has to take advantage of the weakest defense of the other party.
Like now!
Sparks flew, the temperature rose sharply, and everything that could be burned began to spontaneously combust at this moment, and a scream immediately rang out at the scene.
"White ...... White Light Demon!" someone screamed, and then panic spread across the audience like a chain version.
Sig's current form of the Fire Demon is indeed domineering and terrifying, and the two-meter-long giant wings behind him stretch out, making him look like a behemoth.
"Be a puppet. A sinister smile appeared on Sig's burning face, and then the whole person exploded, flying like a cannonball towards the master and apprentice.
"Strange, how did they take the initiative to come out!" the white-bearded old man asked himself if he was a very calm person, but such a sudden change still caught him off guard.
According to their original plan, the white light demons hidden in the shadows should be very low-key, and they dare not show up easily, after all, they are the strong side.
And they can use the power of the pool to gradually locate each other's true bodies.
If it were someone else, maybe they would have thought well. It's just that they met Seeger, the man who doesn't play his cards according to common sense.