On April 30, it was sunny and cloudless.

There are no specific official statistics on how many people have gathered from all over the world, but you can get a glimpse of how crowded it is if you know that the road is still crammed with carriages and spectators three blocks from Valhalla Square.

When the Thunder King's convoy slowly drove from the cleared Triumphal Avenue, the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis were like the roar of the God of Thunder descending on the world.

On "Victory Day", people only cheered for victory, and the Thunder King, brought Snowton countless victories.

"Valhalla Square", located in front of the huge "Victory Horn" statue group, is the largest and most magnificent square in the entire continent.

As the place of oath before the Snowton Empire sent troops and the place of celebration during the triumph, "Valhalla Square" records all the glory of the believers of the god of war, and the front is a huge "Victory Horn" statue group, and the feet of the statues are wide load-bearing stone platforms, and one after another stone tablets record all the battles, victories or defeats since the founding of the Snowton Empire.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the Snowton Empire has never lacked heroes who fought to the end, on both sides of the square, there are more than 600 towering stone pillars, at the top of the four-meter-high stone pillars, carved with those heroes and ancestors who fought in the annals of the empire, arranged from both sides far away, like the open wings of the goddess of victory.

Inside the stone pillar, in front of the statue, is the spacious "Valhalla Square", which is large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of troops without the slightest blockage.

The sun is rising.

The Thunder King slowly ascended to the towering platform in the center and announced the beginning of the entire "Victory Day Celebration". The giant drum made of the skin of the thunder dragon rumbled, followed by the ensemble of countless military trumpets, and in this complementary and passionate music, the sound of trumpets resounded in the sky descended on the audience.

It was not an ensemble, but a horn solo, and it overwhelmed all the voices in the room.

It was also not a solo of a "man", but a movement of the god of war.

Among the "Victory Horn" statues, the tallest one is to blow the raised horn to welcome the victorious god of war, and at this moment, the horn sound really came from the horn in the statue's hand, and the feeling of blood boiling made the Snowton soldiers and civilians in the stands and the edge of the square shout at the same time.

This is the real "Victory Horn"!

Amidst the sound of loud trumpets and shouts that resounded through the sky, even speaking was quite laborious.

On both sides of the high platform where the Thunder King is located, eight small platforms are connected by trestle bridges. On the left are the platform of Prince Jonas, the platform of civil officials, the platform of local officials and local representatives, and the platform of representatives of the nobility.

On the right four are the platforms of Prince Nacini, the military attachés, the foreign envoys, and the representatives of the people.

This basically delineates the range of potential forces of the two sides.

Innedir, the "acolyte of light" who was the representative of the Church of Light, could have sat at the front of the foreign envoys' platform, but instead he chose to sit in a corner of Prince Jonas's platform.

"This horn sound, is it the ghost of the priests of the god of war behind the scenes?" a black-robed man next to him leaned over to him.

"Of course, at least the High Priest of the God of War will participate in the guidance and release the divine magic together," the white-robed and blonde-haired Inedil nodded, and then complained, "Stay away from me, Silves, don't be seen." ”

Not far from them, on the platform of Prince Nacini. Allegri was also sitting in a corner. Their weapons were all set aside, except for Dios, who carried a large cloth roll-like wrap on his back.

Looking at Althea, who was sitting next to Nacini with a radiant face, Allegri was stunned to know what he was thinking.

"This place is so coercive that I can't use my 'sensitive touch,'" Illo complained, "but I can feel the little white-faced priest and Miss Silves, and if they make any moves, I will shoot him with an arrow." ”

Dios glanced around and said in a low voice, "Aren't you talking nonsense, on these platforms around here, there are at least two legendary warriors, dozens of high-ranking warriors, and a few high-ranking magic professionals and magicians, it's strange if you don't suppress you." ”

"Is that so?" said Illo, his eyes closed, and his face grew solemn.

"Shut up, it's time to start the God of War Sacrifice. Allegri interrupted their nonsense.

"God of War Sacrifice?" Illo muttered, "Which of the three of us believes in the God of War, Dios?"

"I used to believe in the god of light, but now I believe in ghosts," Dios glanced at him, "but I really don't know which god you are a scoundrel believes in?"

"Hehe," Illo smiled sheepishly, "believe it or not, I believe in Eros. ”

"Get out!" Allegri and Dios snorted at the same time.

"What about you, Allegri, Vulcan?" Illo asked again, not thinking anything of it.

"Vulcan?" Allegri repeated, then shook his head,

"Of course not, I believe in Brother Chun. ”

As long as the word "divine sacrifice" is involved, even if it is an iron-blooded and resolute god of war, the ceremony is inevitably lengthy and cumbersome.

Looking at the rigorous and slow movements of the priests of the god of war in black edges and red robes, Allegri felt his eyelids fight.

It's just a god of war sacrifice, and it has actually dragged on from the morning to the moment when the sun rises three poles now, and it is likely to go down four or five poles all the time.

Illo had already leaned back in his chair, drooling and falling asleep.

Dios and Allegri were bored enough to discuss the clothing of the priests of the god of war.

"Truth be told, although the Church of Light is shameless, its taste in dress is far superior. Dios pointed to the tasting.

"Yes, wearing such a red outfit, it's either the groom's official or the Blood River Ancestor......" Allegri snorted, ignoring Dios's puzzled eyes, he knew that Dios definitely didn't understand either of these two terms, and moreover, the word "Dios" Dios didn't understand even more. Otherwise, he would not have proudly introduced "I am Dios" to others.

Dios shook his head, ignored him, and continued to pull, "This red robe is also cheesy, and it is pulled away by the white priestly robe of the Church of Light...... And look at those priests, five big and three thick, with a face full of meat......"

"He's a priest of the god of war," Illo interjected as he woke up, wiping his saliva, "Is the sacrifice over?"

"No, and I'm not done," continued Dios, talking about sexual prowess, "look at that Innedir, how much better than those bearded priests of the god of war if he were to preach among the women? ”

Illo suddenly looked at him and said with a smile, "You have been talking about it for a long time, don't you want to say that the people of the Church of Light are more handsome?"

"That's what it means. Dios nodded.

"So, that includes you?" Illo continued.

"It's a little embarrassing, but you get it. Dios smiled slightly, showing his grace.

"I've always had a question and I'm too embarrassed to ask, but looking at the state of today, I can rest assured. Allegri interjected suddenly.

"Oh?" the two men looked at him together, a little puzzled.

"That's right, I barbecued it myself, and I had to pluck the chicken and peel the meat......

The two of them were even more confused.

"Dios, I remember you were hung in front of the square by the Church of Light for three years, and I always wanted to ask a question-"

"—At that time, were you wearing clothes or not?" (Double watch, I want to write a boring meeting session interestingly, it's really troublesome)

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