Time flies, seven days pass quickly, and today is the time for the "sacrificial ceremony".

At this time, the people who would be offered as sacrifices had already been chosen, and a total of 15,000 people gathered in the square in front of the temple with solemn expressions.

More than 10,000 people closed their eyes and bowed their heads, clasped their hands on their chests, and silently prayed to the temple.

At the front of the square, dozens of priests and temple guards stood.

The same serious complexion.

In the temple, only the high priest, the shrine maiden, and the holy maiden have not yet appeared.

Various rituals are often held here, and most of them are unaware of their upcoming fate.

It is already well known that the beast tide is coming.

There is no way to hide this, and there is no benefit in hiding it, if you are not mentally prepared, it may be even more chaotic at that time.

Anyway, this is not the first time that they have clashed with the beasts of the north, and the people are not too afraid - they have no idea that this time will be the most terrifying "blood tide".

And for these people, they just prayed to the gods for protection anyway, and they didn't feel any problems.

They're all used to it.

However, the high priest at this moment didn't know that among the more than 10,000 people in the square, there were nearly 6,000 people, all of whom were from Qin Zhao's arrangement.

Under the arrangement of the "Holy Maiden" and several priests, a part of the Yulin Army had already filled the crowd.

To the other temple higher-ups, it didn't matter at all, it didn't make a difference who the sacrifice was. The saint was willing to take on the quota of six thousand, and it was too late for them to rejoice.

In any case, no matter how cruel the ruler is to sacrifice his own people, he cannot be completely indifferent.

Qin Zhao was also in the square at this time, looking at the scene in front of him with an indifferent expression, and secretly sneered in his heart.

In the end, he chose to interfere with the ceremony.

Speaking of which, it was the shrine maiden and the high priest himself who helped him make up his mind.

Looking at the shrine maiden Ming Shu who was standing in front of the temple and presiding over the ceremony, he couldn't help but recall in his heart the scene of Ming Shu's sudden visit three days ago.

......

"Miko-sama, long time no see."

Seeing Ming Shu come to the stone house where he lived, Qin Zhao looked slightly surprised.

It's been a long time.

Ever since the high priest had spoken to her, the frequency of Mingshu's visits to this place had dropped dramatically, and then she didn't even come at all, and the food was brought by the temple guards.

Of course, Qin Zhao didn't know the secret conversation between the two people, but he felt that there were some other problems in it.

That's why I made a tentative speech, and I was very surprised, to see what the other party had.

It stands to reason that this is a critical time to prepare for the ceremony.

As a shrine maiden, Mingshu must have a lot to do.

At this time, I also came to see myself, I'm afraid it has a lot to do with it.

After Ming Shu listened to what he said, his expression did not change much, and he still had that soft and weak posture.

He said softly: "Childe, forgive me, the affairs in the temple have been busy recently, and the holy woman has just returned, so I really can't take a break." ”

"Miko-sama doesn't have to explain this to me." When Qin Zhao heard this, his heart was dark.

He just said casually, trying to see how the woman reacted.

didn't expect the other party to apologize so seriously.

The status of the two was very different, and he didn't show any dissatisfaction, but it was hard not to be wary of this kind of answer.

Quietly continued to ask, "Since there is something wrong with the temple, I wonder why the Lord is coming to me today?" ”

"Does Childe know about the impending beast tide?"

"Of course I know." Qin Zhao nodded.

Now the news has spread throughout the city.

However, the people did not appear to be too panicked, apparently accustomed to such events.

"In order to resist the tide of beasts, the temple invites the rat god to come down, and a large-scale sacrifice ceremony is held to pray to the gods. The high priest hopes that you will come to watch the ceremony when the time comes. Ming Shu said softly.

"Watching the ceremony?" Qin Zhao was stunned when he heard this.

I thought to myself: "It's not that I'm going to be a 'sacrifice', but to watch the ceremony?" What was the high priest's plan? ”

Originally, he thought that the high priest, or the so-called "rat god", had taken a fancy to his body and wanted to make himself one of the sacrifices.

This was what he expected.

After all, since his arrival in this world, the high priest has attached great importance to himself, and it is obvious that he has a plan.

If he continues to let himself go, it means that there are plans for the future, so Qin Zhao has time to maneuver, and the longer it drags on, the better it will be for him.

It wouldn't hurt if he let himself contribute to this incident, anyway, he was not afraid of the so-called "holy water".

And there is a battle formation in the body, and there is nothing to attack and retreat or defend.

However, the other party's action of letting himself watch the ceremony made him a little inexplicable, and he was even secretly vigilant in his heart.

Even if the other party is powerful, as long as the actions are traceable and predicted by themselves, then there is nothing to fear.

His greatest concern was the current situation—the High Priest's movements were different from what he had expected.

"There's no way, since I can't predict what you think, I can only make some moves and disrupt the situation." Qin Zhao said secretly in his heart.

As for the refusal, he didn't think about it.

Don't look at the other party who is still polite to him now, it's just because he doesn't take himself seriously.

People are always like this, and when they think they can control the situation, they are naturally willing to be more graceful.

However, if they don't know what to do, they will definitely use other methods to force themselves.

And it will make the other party vigilant, which will only increase the variables, but the gains outweigh the losses.

This invitation from the high priest shows at least one thing, this beast tide is most likely inseparable from them.

Just when Qin Zhao was thinking about it, Ming Shu explained it.

"Childe doesn't know. The high priest once said that if you lose your memory, if you observe the ceremony this time, you may be able to remember something under the stimulus of the gods. ”

Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh to himself, which was really a good reason.

"Thank you, High Priest, for remembering. Then Miko-sama, I'll participate then. ”

Seeing that he agreed, Ming Shu nodded lightly, stopped talking, and turned away after a few words of concern.

Qin Zhao was left alone in the room silent.

......

Just when he was a little immersed in his memories, suddenly three female figures walked out of the temple, and one of them instantly attracted his attention.

I saw that the man was tall, dressed in white, and covered with a white veil.

Even if you just show a pair of bright eyes, you can see how amazing this woman's appearance is.

Qin Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's not because of this person's appearance, but because of her identity and Qin Zhao's induction.

It's a saint!

"Qingjun, how is the situation, what have you discovered these days?" He didn't take into account the occasion here, and directly transmitted the message to Yan Qingjun.

The connection of the Streamer Battle Array was extremely secretive, and Qin Zhao didn't believe that it would be discovered by others.

If it's so easy to see, how can you move freely between worlds?

A connection that even the so-called "gods" can't discover, how can these mortals perceive it.

"Your Majesty's atonement, there have been a lot of monitors in the temple recently, and the minister is worried about being exposed, so he really doesn't have the opportunity to meet him."

After communicating, Yan Qingjun's first sentence was to accuse first.

Although this matter has been conveyed through Zi's mouth before, after all, it is between monarchs and ministers, and some etiquette cannot be omitted after all.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Zhao didn't care, waiting for her next step.

"Your Majesty, I suspect that the so-called 'Rat God' no longer exists in this world!"

"What?!" Qin Zhao was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "What clues have you found?" ”

"I've just learned about it. Almost every high priest was chosen by the previous high priest. The same is true of the choice of shrine maidens and saints. Yan Qingjun said.

"It's nothing—" Hearing this, he laughed to himself at first, not thinking that there was anything wrong with it.

But then it didn't feel right, "Wait, I see what you mean......"

Qin Zhao frowned and thought in his heart.

It stands to reason that the new ruler is appointed by the previous ruler, which is perfectly normal in itself.

If it's more democratic, maybe there will be some voting and elections or something.

But the problem is, it's a theocracy.

And it's a world where there are real gods.

The term "high priest" originally referred to the person in charge of the worship of the gods.

So as a real "god", how can he allow mortals to be in charge of sacrificing themselves?

Even in this process, He has no intention of intervening in the slightest.

This is clearly counterintuitive.

You know, these priesthoods are not just about authority, but about the interests of the gods themselves.

The devotion of the believer, all kinds of rituals and propaganda, will affect the strength of his faith, how can he be faked?

Moreover, if we deduce this way, many questions can be answered.

For example, the mysterious luck, such as allowing oneself to observe the ceremony instead of participating in the sacrifice, etc., is probably part of the high priest's plan.

The power of faith that belongs to the gods is not something that mortals can touch casually.

"But if that's the case, how can we explain the projection of the gods?"

After thinking for a moment, Qin Zhao sent a message to Yan Qingjun.

"I don't know about this, but I'm afraid it has something to do with the high priest."

"Well, I know, you analyzed this matter very well and made a great contribution."

After figuring out the joints, his face suddenly showed a little joy, and he turned to Zi Chuanyin, who was already standing in the square, and said, "Zi, I'll give you a task." ”

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"I almost understand the High Priest's plan. You don't have to meddle in this matter, find an opportunity to arrange for someone to get the food "Yellow Pill" from them, and I will bring it back to Great Xia when the time comes. ”

"I see."

"This is extremely important, if nothing else, we can leave this place today......"

After everything was arranged, Qin Zhao looked at the high priest with a dignified and holy face, and sighed lightly in his heart.

"If you want to walk the path of God as a mortal, your heart is big enough."

Although he was a little disapproving, he also had to admire the high spirit of this woman.

It's just that limited by vision and insight, it is inevitable to go astray.

At this time, the high priest didn't know that his thoughts had been guessed by Qin Zhao, and he was still very excited in his heart.

"Years of preparation, and today."

Looking at the more than 10,000 sacrifices in front of him, and the idol in the room.

Of course, there is also the most critical "outsider" Zhao Qin.

Everything is ready.

She suppressed her excitement and kept her expression calm.

Nodding lightly to Mingshu.

Seeing this, Ming Shu hurriedly went to arrange for the temple guards, and soon, the prepared "holy water" was taken out and began to be distributed.

Although the people who were "sacrificed" had some doubts, they still obediently drank the bowl of holy water.

After drinking, everyone was in a state of confusion as if they were out of their souls.

Of course, six thousand of them were pretended.

Qin Zhao had already studied and understood before, the reason why this thing had the effect of confusing people's minds was only because it was mixed with a small amount of faith power.

Now that the Yulin Army is fully numerous, under the condensation of the Streamer Battle Array, there is almost no pressure to resist the erosion of this bit of faith power.

Not to mention that Qin Zhao was still secretly guiding here.

Then the high priest nodded at Ming Shu, and Ming Shu bowed his head and walked into the room.

Today's style of dressing is very different from what it used to be.

The blue robe looks simple and atmospheric, and the high-ranking officials are tied up on his head, looking like a turbid son from a distance.

On her fair-skinned wrists, there are three red ropes, and a bell is tied to the end, which makes a "jingle bell" sound as she walks.

Arriving in the square, she first turned and bowed deeply in the direction of the temple.

Then he turned around and began to dance in front of more than 10,000 "believers" with confused expressions.

His hands were flying, his feet were jumping, and his slender waist was gently twisted.

From a distance, it seems that the ancestors were really praying for the blessings of the gods and offering sacrifices to the heavens.

However, this time the sacrifice was not a sacrifice, but a living soul.

After a while, Ming Shutan's mouth opened slightly and began to sing a ballad.

The voice is melodious, but the tone is simple and obscure, giving people the illusion of passing through time and space to ancient times.

"It's a little bit more interesting now......"

Qin Zhao looked at Ming Shu, who was dancing solo in the field, and couldn't help but nod secretly.

When I looked at this temple before, although it looked dignified and dignified, I always felt that it was interesting and treacherous.

In the brilliance of God, there is a deep demonic nature.

It is only now that this sacrificial dance and song has finally entered the normal style of painting.

But that's about it.

With the ups and downs of Ming Shu's singing, in Qin Zhao's perception, it seemed that a little bit of spiritual light flew into the air from the heads of countless people in front of him, slowly gathering together.

That is the brilliance of human nature, the unique spirituality of human beings as the spirit of all things.

When these spirits are lost, humans are no different from ordinary beasts.

And as the points of light converged in the air, it seemed that a huge phantom began to appear in the sky, but it was always a little worse, and it could not really turn the virtual into reality.

All the previous changes could only be felt by Qin Zhao alone. In the eyes of others, there was not the slightest change in front of him.

Even the high priest was unaware.

She couldn't help but frown.