Daylight shines on this tranquil grassland. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a man rode a horse, he was wearing a jet-black carved light armor, and the silver spear behind his back was shining. Compared to six years ago, the body of the spear is unprecedentedly bright, and it must have drunk the blood of many warriors.

Immediately the human figure is slender and powerful, and he gallops on the border of the cities with water and sky, like an oil painting in the temple, sacred and solemn. Perhaps on the other side of the earth, there are devout believers praying for him.

In the empty tile and glazed temple, devout believers gathered under the hall, they chanted loudly, and walked around the hall for a long time.

This is a language that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the Wanghai people respect traditions, and the older things are, the more valuable they are, and these spell-like trivial runes have transcended their original meanings, and they are understood as bridges to the gods. The most gifted musicians in Qingzhou composed music and combined these ancient languages into an extremely sacred song.

Only the virgins with the purest blood are qualified to sing this song, symbolizing the noble bloodline of the Wanghai clan that has been passed down for a long time. Countless devout believers are waiting for the singer.

Nearly 1,000 worshippers were dressed in white robes and folded hands. It is like a group of adventurers seeking knowledge, pleading under the giant statue, hoping to find the truth of the world.

The statue was three hundred and seventy-two feet tall, almost the same as the top of the temple, its face was boxy, with only a mouth and nose, and a deep shadow under its eyebrows that seemed to hide some secret that the world would never touch. This is the prototype of the giant stone statues of Easter Island, which originally had a full body and were enshrined in the most solemn shrines in Qingzhou. But no one could have predicted that in 10,000 years they would only be left with their heads.

There are also countless pilgrims kneeling around the perimeter of the temple.

They are not qualified to enter the Holy Land, and they came here by their own will, as long as they can smell the wonderful singing of the "Holy Maiden", the journey of tens of thousands of miles will not be in vain. It was a particularly hard path of faith. Among the pilgrims were ascetics, shackled and thorny, whose slightest movement would have made them worse than dead, walking barefoot across the sun-scorched earth or the riverbanks covered with sharp stones...... And since they set out ten days ago, they can only bring a bucket of rice and a pound of water. This is the practice of ascetics, who regard suffering as God's test of themselves, believing that only by reaching the Holy Land in such extreme circumstances can they gain God's favor. They threw down their hats and looked at the sanctuary with thin, pale faces.

"Whoosh bell. ”

The crisp bell sounded, and the eyes of all the pilgrims widened, and they clenched their hands nervously, "Ah, it's the Holy Maiden coming." ”

The flesh of the dervishe's back was cut open by thorns, but they had little blood to shed.

"Pray to God, let us hear the hymn. "May the god of Quetzalcoatl bless us. Everyone begged in a low voice, and became a howling wind.

The scent of flowers crumpled in the wind, and drifted to the carriage made of pure gold. The four corners of the car are entrenched with a feathered serpent, which is the symbol of the church. Unlike the "Python God" worshipped by the barbarians, the "Quetzalcoatl" is a folded form with wings, and it prefers "feathers" rather than "snakes". In Qingzhou culture, snakes seem to occupy ninety percent of the culture of faith, perhaps they are more like dragons, and there have been warriors who captured a hundred-meter-long man-eating python, and called it "earth dragon". But Quetzalcoatl is in a class of its own, as if there really existed such a group of highly intelligent creatures in the vast history of Qingzhou.

The carriage was heavily guarded by the guards.

The guards of the church were all dressed in snow-white plate armor and wore a high crown around their heads, bright red as blood. The crown is neat and beautiful, and the tassels on the helmet of the singer are too wild in comparison, like a highly trained eagle and a wandering wolf.

The church guards are usually not very dispatched, and their combat power is also very ordinary, but now they are coming out in groups, and they must be at the disposal of the royal family.

- "I heard that Yoda has been restless lately, and the saint may be in danger of this. ”

"You said that in the blue sky and daylight, in the heavily guarded holy city?"

- "Again, they won't be stupid enough to die." ”

The guards talked and laughed and marched leisurely, worthy of the nickname given to them by everyone: Gongzi Escort Regiment. Because these are the descendants of the royal family, ranging in age from 18 to 30, they have received ceremonial training since childhood, but they are very delicate, they are not good at fighting on the battlefield, and they cannot bear the work of clearing civil strife, so they begin to serve the Order. The Order does not need to be particularly powerful, but it must be well-groomed, and these sons are the most suitable candidates.

That's why their plate armor is so bright, and their horses are all pure blood-blooded sea blue horses.

The horse's body is white, its mane is light gray, and its eyes are as clear as aquamarine. This convoy was never short of funds, and even the armor decoration of each guard was the same. It's early spring six years later, and the wind carries pink petals all the way down on the guard's white shoulder armor.

Accustomed to a quiet and peaceful life, they disdained the pilgrims at the foot of the long steps.

"You see, we are in their eyes, but we are like weeds on the side of the road, and we don't even want to look at them. ”

"They should have taken a look. ”

It was a pair of dervishes who spoke.

They had no thorns on their backs, only iron locks and sawblades. The two people are tall and thin, short and fat, and the contrast is strong. Their faces were hidden in the shadow of their hoods, while their hands reached back. The fat man took out a long crossbow from his robe, and the mouth of the crossbow was specially treated and was particularly heavy, as if it was not used to shoot arrows. He removed the long coiled locks and assembled them on the crossbow.

The chains made a heavy noise and dragged along with a "clatter", but no one noticed them.

The dervishes are the most devout fanatics, and they will never open their eyes for even half a second when they pray, but these more than 100 dervishes have their eyes open, and if they look closely, they are even more spiritual. It is impossible for a person who survives on only a bucket of rice and a pound of water in ten days to have this face, and they all put their hands on the black robe, which hides swords.

The iron chains on the fat man's body were at least 500 meters away.

The thin man whispered, "How?"

The fat man unleashed his crossbow bolts! The iron rope carried the sharp shoulder, like a black dragon shooting through the carriage!

"Boom!" the Order's guards panicked and shouted, "Enemy attack!"

The fat man sneered, "Just right." ”

"Stay out of the way. The thin man pulled his hand to the chain, and the tendons between the bones erupted, and suddenly burst through the long sleeve tube. The horses were all rolled on their sides, and they tried desperately to get to their feet, and they pulled again, and they were dragged over so hard that two of them had broken their reins. The convoy immediately rushed to the left and right of the carriage, only to see the disguised ascetics unleash their black robes and rush up with a loud shout!