MTL - Son God Marvel-Chapter 2133 Ritual welcome

The center of the new pressure mountain city is an empty square.

In itself, this is a central area reserved for the future cultural construction of the city. Around the square, buildings such as cultural streets, parks, libraries and museums will be readily available. But now, in the end, the master of the city does not have the effort to take care of these aspects, so the whole square can only be so bald, solitary and completely unattended.

Of course, it doesn't mean that nobody really cares about it. At least a few days ago, there was a huge parade protest here. But it turns out that it is not enough to say that taking flesh and blood against the dictator who holds powerful violence is an act of self-death.

Today there are no washed blood stains on the floor of the square and those hanged on the wooden stand, as the mummified dead body under the hot sun is a good proof of this. Alexander killed them chilling, and in this way let them remember this lesson. As for the cruelty and cruelty and image of Mingjun displayed by this method, Alexander didn't care.

He was the immediate king, holding in his hand the army most loyal to him. This alone can make him fearless. As for what the people want? He believes that people's hearts can be manipulated and played with. Just like when he became an Egyptian pharaoh, he was also a conqueror. Persia was an enemy of Egypt, but he was the great savior of Egypt. He was pushed to the throne of Pharaoh by the Egyptians. This is a gap in itself.

He believes that even after two thousand years, people's hearts will not change much. So as long as he can continue to work together, this will not pose a threat to him.

As for those guys who try to play against him by kidnapping these people to fight for power. All he could say was that he had reserved a place for them above the square. The sun in West Asia is always right, and I believe that under the sun's exposure, they will know what kind of mistakes they have made. Not that they shouldn't have such ambitions, but that they picked the wrong means and chose the wrong opponent.

This is destined to become losers. As for the defeat of his men, Alexander will never do more to keep.

His attention was focused on the immense ceremony that took place above the square.

The gold that was collected after smashing a lot of utensil sculptures was cast into a seven or eight meter high pure gold statue, which was set up in the center of the square. Around this luxurious statue, six huge columns stand up.

Above each pillar is a delicate sculpture. Among them is the sculpture of King Alexander himself, as well as the sculpture of a scholar who is older than him as an assistant. In addition, soldiers, war horses, dancers, and farmers are all available, representing almost all classes of Her Majesty Alexander. And all these are built around the idol, which is enough to reflect their respect for this so-called god.

Of course, this is just the appearance. It really depends on whether people have respect for the gods or not, depending on their actual performance. This is a good example.

Almost all of them are returning from the kingdom of death, so they understand better what kind of favors they have enjoyed. Being able to live again is luck in itself. And if they can get the blessing from the gods and truly regain alive life, they will certainly not regret it in faith.

Therefore, they almost fell to their knees on the ground, and almost occupied every open space above the square. Only a few places are reserved for the dancing girls and priests who support the gold incense burner.

Here, the dancer is not the identity of the plaything. Their role is not to entertain the people, but to use their beautiful body language to dedicate the deities. They are the most beautiful dancers of all ages, and only the gods and kings are qualified to worship the most exquisite dance skills.

Although the human heart is longing for it, it must never be blasphemed. By the same token, as the servants of the gods on earth, the priests are naturally the objects they cannot profane.

Most of these priests were bare-headed, more precisely, there was no hair all over their bodies. They were smeared with olive oil, wearing a gorgeous priest's robe in a shiny manner, and walking around the square with a gold incense burner. The fumes of smoke emanated from the incense burner, lingering on the square for a long time.

Unlike the kind of incense used in ordinary temples, their incense comes from the ancient Egyptian dynasty thousands of years ago, and it is a magic incense with mysterious power. Mortals are susceptible to hallucinations. And if they are sincere and faithful in their hearts, then there may be various illusions of the coming of the gods in their eyes.

This is a guarantee. After all, even gods cannot say they are watching their followers all the time. They also inevitably have snoring, and if such a solemn ceremony is held while the gods are snoring, but they do not get the response they deserve, it will inevitably appear awkward.

As servants of the gods, the priests should try to avoid such embarrassment. And using this kind of incense with psychedelic magic is obviously the best way to alleviate this embarrassment.

After all, among so many people, there will always be so one or two who can see the illusion. And if you are still questioning the authenticity of the gods and the necessity of rituals at this time, then pulling these sincere people toward you will not just show that your heart is not sincere? Your heart is not sincere, so is it normal for you to apply for an unwillingness to summon you?

Of course, this ritual can't use such a method, the incense is just to set off the atmosphere. Since Alexander dared to hold such a grand ceremony in this season, he certainly had his grasp. It is with this assurance that the proud king has appeared on the square.

Armed with golden sickle-shaped knives and wolf heads and eagle-head masks, the samurai took the lead in the field and separated a passage in the crowd sufficient for six horses to run in parallel. After them, the dancers took beautiful steps and threw flowers all the way. The priests marched solemnly, and under their control, the smoke turned their feet into cloud paths.

The slaves held up the gorgeous feather screen fan, and opened it layer by layer. After that, the giant male elephant was dotted with gold and precious stones, holding a gorgeous gold sling, stepping from a distance step by step.

Alexander was sitting on the wagon, waving his arms towards the crowd cheering and cheering around him. Personally, he has always loved this lively scene. The cheers and worships around him are undoubtedly his testimony to conquering the great cause. As for a little blood embellishment, it is not worth mentioning at all.

He can draw on the nutrients from this, and in other words, he can get the satisfaction and joy from here.

In the past, this was something he had enjoyed alone. Now, he doesn't care about sharing it with someone. So after he laughed and made a response to the surroundings, he patted the shoulders of the people around him and yelled loudly at him.

"Look, old. The great cause you and I have created together, in the face of such cheers, you can't be as indifferent as usual, come and wave your hands so that our subjects can see you. This is to establish your majesty Image is the best way! "

The male elephant is strong, and the driver is not small, naturally he can sit down with two people. Under Alexander's deliberate arrangement, Yu also had a place beside him.

For this capricious king, this is naturally no big deal. Since he said he wanted to share it with someone, he wouldn't have the idea of ​​a promise. But as the left and right arm on which he relied, he was the most faithful slaughterer, but Yu Yu couldn't be complacent.

He is a traditional person, and even more cautious. The princes and ministers get along, this is a fate, and it is a good thing that is just like a thousand miles to meet Bole. And just because it was a good thing that was not much, he just couldn't make it a bad thing.

Just like the eternal remarks of Zhao Bei Emperor Liu Bei and Zhu Geliang. The reason why they can become an eternal story is not because of the sincerity of visiting the cottage and the wisdom of the world. It was the solitary solitude of Bai Dicheng, Liu Bei's self-possessed weight, and Zhuge Liang bowed his heart, and he had to work hard to repay the grace of knowing.

Being a courtier can do this, it can be considered as a wonderful and well-deserved life. This is an old thing, so in the face of a coward like Alexander, he just narrowed his neck and hid himself in Alexander's tall figure as much as possible. Then he smiled a little awkwardly at him.

"Your Majesty, you can do it by yourself. This lively scene, I am old, but I cannot accept it."

"That's a pity. I originally arranged a few pure girls to come and kiss you. Since you don't like it, that's fine ..."

Capricorning his chin, Alexander seemed to have made a decision in a somewhat grateful expression. Later, he also corrected his posture and began to sit upright in the car.

From an old understanding of Alexander, this is undoubtedly a difficult task. Because Alexander is an unsettling temperament. Rather than sitting high on the throne, watching the performance of his men. He prefers to end in person and participate in all aspects. This is the most typical type of natural energy, and it is undoubtedly difficult to expect such people to be quiet and honest.

But for now, he was quiet. This made Old Yu realize immediately that he held his own nature for his own sake. Whether deliberate or unintentional, this moved the old. And he said immediately.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to suppress yourself. It's an honor for me to sit by your side ..."

"That's not okay," Alexander said stubbornly, at the same time. "I promised that I will share the glory with you. And now I'm letting you sit here, not to make you feel embarrassed. Since you are not used to this hilarity, then we are serious. Anyway, for us For my subjects, am I enthusiastic or majestic, isn't it bad? "

His eyes narrowed, and there was some joking in his words. It is also this kind of joke that makes Old Yu feel a little more emotional. He is old-fashioned and talks about it. But Alexander did not give him this opportunity.

Although he often discusses and consults with the old Yu, this does not mean that he can endure the nagging of the old days. In his opinion, the old is really good, there is no lack of wisdom, and there is a sense of proportion. It is this nasty problem that is really unacceptable.

Now was the time of joy, and he didn't want old Yu to disturb his mood. So now, he said to old Yu.

"You're ready over there. Are you sure you're foolproof?"

It's a bit frightened, after all, it's not easy to swallow it back to the mouth. However, as a qualified prime minister, Yu Yu quickly answered.

"Your Majesty, nothing can be foolproof. But our hands and feet are fast enough, even if there is a problem, she wants to find out that it is after the dust has settled, that is meaningless ..."

"So, everything went according to plan?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. It's all up to you!"

This plan was first proposed, and Alexandria Nature has the responsibility to take over the most important work. This is where the current sacrifice comes. So, before Jiao came to the idol step by step, he jumped from an elephant more than three meters tall without saying a word. Then, with the attention of hundreds of thousands of subjects, he opened his mouth to the gold idol.

"According to the agreement, I am here, the great goddess. These three cities are now owned by my Majesty, and I have completed my agreement with you with my subjects. So please follow our agreement Give us your gift. Come, my goddess! "

He was so straightforward that Aleksia had to respond.

This is a disadvantage of the gods. When they become gods and manifest miracles, they will be closely related to those who believe in them.

A powerful deity might be able to cut off this connection by himself, but Alecsia's ability to usurp it would not do it. If only the scale of the ritual performed in private by Alexander was fine, she could bear it more or less. But such a large ceremony of hundreds of thousands now is enough to force her to the point where she has to deal with it.

She couldn't stand the feeling of whispering in her ears when she closed her eyes, even if she closed her eyes. So she was angry, and she appeared in front of Alexander.

No special vision. Only the golden ship carrying her abruptly appeared above the square. She also pressed her temper, and questioned Alexander coldly.

"What do you want? My king?"