Soshyan knew very well that until now, there are still many Aida who cannot accept the fact that a human became the Phoenix King. Even though Doral has publicized Soshyan's bloodline, whether in the market or in parliament, , some people still ridiculed Soshyan's identity.
Actually, he himself doesn't care about this, but if he wants to rectify the armed forces of the royal court, he must make everyone - especially the war chiefs and bishops convinced. Soshiyang can feel that those Although people accept their own command, they are resistant and unwilling from the bottom of their hearts.
But when the real thing came to pass, Soshyan felt a bit ridiculous for no reason in his heart.
Who would have thought that he, the leader of the Astartes Chapter, would now be standing in a foreign temple to witness the miracle of a foreign god?
I'm afraid subspace can't make such a joke, right?
I don’t know why, but his mind was a little confused. Many things were running through his mind.
Will the Emperor know this?
Will the confused know?
Will those people in Malcador know?
Will Master Shi know?
What brought him step by step to where he is today?
Does he look like a funny clown now?
Is this also part of Asuryan’s plan?
In his wild thoughts, he felt that the spiritual bone stairs were as light as cotton under his feet. It was not until he almost touched the brazier that he realized that he had arrived.
Wearing armor, he held the Holy Grail, paused for a moment, and then turned around. At this moment, he could overlook all the Adas. They all raised their heads slightly and stared at him, whether they were soldiers, civilians, prophets, or Scholars, their expressions are all kinds of strange, but surprisingly similar, either expecting, contemptuous, hopeful, or mocking.
Can just a ball of fire make them change?
Soshyan lowered his head and looked at the Holy Grail in his hand. Suddenly he remembered something. It seemed that Xerxes' home planet also had the belief in worshiping fire. There should be some connection
?
Actually, Soshyan doesn't quite understand how to use this thing. In fact, he hasn't looked at it carefully a few times, but he can feel the temperature in his palm spreading on the Holy Grail.
Asuyan, Asuyan——
Suddenly, he heard a thin sound in his ears, as if thousands of voices were intertwined together.
The First Phoenix, the Original Phoenix, the Father of Creation, the Father of Souls——
The voice became closer, Soshiyan could feel the Holy Grail becoming hot, and the temperature was reflected back. into his palm.
Asuyan! Asuyan!
The voice gradually turned from a whisper to a roar, to the roar of thousands of people.
Suddenly, he realized that the voice was not far away. He saw the eyes below, the contempt and ridicule, all turned into heat. All the Adas were calling, they longed for their father so much. God
Soshyan couldn't understand it, but when he thought of the emperor and the scene of countless people flocking to the church, he understood it again.
The next second, white-gold flames rose from the Holy Grail.
Eternal Father, Asuryan——
Doral was the first to cheer, and the other Aida then made a roaring sound. Their fierce spiritual power even formed a huge phoenix in the smoke, and slowly soared around the pyramid dragging the smoke. It was as if the fallen god was reborn from the ashes and returned to his own people.
Soshiyang pursed his lips, suppressed his complicated emotions, and then turned around. He didn't know how to light the brazier, so he subconsciously tilted the Holy Grail like pouring wine, as if to pour out the flames inside. Into the brazier. But this directly caused a sudden result.
Amidst the exclamations of everyone, the Asuryan Holy Fire that fell into the brazier suddenly rose to a height of tens of meters, and then sprinkled towards the pyramid.
Soshiyang didn't react for a while. When he realized that something was wrong, his surroundings were already filled with steaming flames. However, although he was surrounded by flames, he only felt slightly heated. It's like being illuminated by the spring sun.
But the dazzling firelight blurred his vision, and everything in front of him seemed distorted, as if he had fallen into an unconscious dream.
When he covered his eyes with his hands and tried hard to see what was happening, he found that he was standing on a warm stone surface at some point. The rock was illuminated by the light and still looked gray and black. There were charcoal, and not far in front of him, a spherical fire as big as the sun was burning fiercely and quietly.
Looking inside, you can find that there is a drop of pure transparency in the center of the flame.
It seems so far away, yet so close at the same time.
Soshiyang twitched his slightly burning eyelids and stretched out his hand towards the fireball and the transparent crystals in it.
Hot - scalding - scorching -
The light soon disappeared, and Soshyan found himself standing on a red path, but he seemed to experience the feeling of falling into the flames again. There are rivers of flames flowing on both sides, and the statues of Ada are rising and falling in the river, but they will not burn with the fire waves, just like elves floating in the sea of fire.
Soshiyang stepped forward, enduring the dryness and heat. Although the path under his feet slowly turned into a gray stone road, the two sides also changed from blazing fire to dying sparks and flying stars. of ashes.
Moving forward, the avenue that we walked turned into black stone. The scorching heat and gray waste finally died forever, becoming the cold and ruthless black stone chains and the long bridge built by the chains. Under the bridge, the surrounding lake The water has long since dried up and turned into black and dark red magma. Even a shining bubble of lava will not bulge, just like the fire of Asuryan that has been completely extinguished.
Soon, he reached the end of this black stone road, a semicircular black stone judgment platform, with a huge statue on it, wearing gorgeous armor, which looked familiar to Soshyan.
Then he realized that this was what he looked like. At this time, he was kneeling on one knee, extending his right hand forward. There was a white-gold flame in the palm of the open hand, and the flame continued to flow around.
In front of the statue, stood a slender figure, which made Soshyan even more stunned -
That was Veronica, her hair was tied tightly with a spirit bone pin He lived there, with streaks of red tears hanging down his pale cheeks, and dressed in a simple white robe, which was the color of death and mourning.
"Veronica."
Soshiyang walked over cautiously. The other party's mourning clothes made him feel a little strange and palpitating, as if it represented a bad omen.
Before Suoshiyang could get closer, the other person's black-painted lips trembled slightly and whispered a word.
“Don’t believe in the path they arranged for you.”
Soshiyang frowned, but before she could speak, when her eyes were stared at by her, various images entered her mind crazily, from her subconscious Various images emerge.