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Main text Chapter 129: Divine props and spell-sealed colossus

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    The side hall of the Sky Temple.

    There are no statues of gods, nor altars for priests.

    The center of the hall is empty, and in the center of the wall hangs a famous work by Heinsay - "Blood of King Power", which is engraved with the picture of the wise king Laidlich granting the wisdom and power to the sons of the first king.  The murals use new colored pottery paintings.

    Here is more like a meeting hall, with long back chairs close to the wall, and the priests and adults from various temples are sitting on them and chatting with each other.

    They all wore priest's burqas, and their brand marks also showed which of the nine temples they came from.

    A group of people took advantage of the fact that the chief priest of the Sky Temple, Sang De'an, had not yet arrived, so they spoke very casually, and even made insulting remarks.

    "There is actually a method on how to become a third-level priest. Where did he come from?" A spiritual priest from the Temple of Iron was full of doubts.

    "It's impossible, he created it himself!" The priest who spoke was full of ridicule.

    "I knew he still had reservations, and the things he gave us back then were not perfect." Someone stood up angrily, as if his things had been stolen by Sunderan.

    "You lowly slave, you have hidden everything that the gods have given us. It belongs to Heinsay, and it is something given to us by saints and living beings." Emotions were aroused, and some of the people present immediately uttered  Bad words.

    "I don't understand why Saint Stan chose such a person to be the heir to his will." Someone sighed.

    At this time, there were footsteps coming from the corridor outside, so the sound in the side hall gradually became smaller.

    All eyes turned to the door.

    Several servants of the gods opened the door, and Sang De'an's figure appeared in front of them. He was wearing a sacred burqa with nine ritual marks, looking sacred and dignified.

    Only.

    The slave brand exposed on the neck makes people feel awkward no matter how they look at it.

    Sang De'an stopped at the door and looked at everyone.

    No matter how disdainful they were, all the people present stood up and saluted Sang De'an.

    A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Sand'an's mouth, and he turned his head towards the highest seat of the high priest.

    "I do have the method of how to become a third-level curse-seal priest, but this is not the power given to me by saints and envoys."

    "this!"

    "It is the power I found myself, and the future I explored."

    "I'm not going to hand over my things to you greedy and selfish fat bugs."

    He spoke while walking.

    "Actually, you don't have to put on a show here."

    "I know what you are thinking, and I heard what you just said."

    "We are enemies. We have had many conflicts. I have tried my best to suppress you, and you have killed people I cherish."

    "so."

    "There is really no need for us to pretend to be the same people here."

    "We hate each other so much, but we can't kill each other directly. Getting together is really a disgusting thing."

    He spoke more and more smoothly, and the hatred in his words was undoubtedly revealed.

    The people present were also stunned. Everyone knew that this was the truth, but no one dared to say it directly.

    Isn't this a blatant tearing off the fig leaf between them, and showing the infighting and ugliness among the priests to the public?

    Sang De'an ignored it, and he directly started to talk about the reasons why he invited other people this time.

    "We hate each other so much, but I still invite you this time."

    "Because of."

    "Recently, I gradually figured out one thing."

    "Saint Stan asked me to bring the power of dreams and creation to the kingdom of Hinnsay. He hoped that I would bring this power to all the Sanye people, but not to you."

    "That's right."

    "People like you are not worthy of the power bestowed by God."

    "The sun of the new era cannot tolerate you fat worms in the dark gullies."

    The group of priests couldn't bear it anymore, they walked down from their seats, or pointed at Sunderan and yelled.

    "Do you know what you're talking about?"

    "Sunderan? Are you crazy?"

    "You;King Henir still wanted to continue to stay, but Sang De'an did not respond.

    The colossus descended from the mountain step by step, and finally walked along the edge of the holy lake towards the vast land in the distance.

    Shoulders of the Colossus.

    The child asked Sang De'an: "Master Sang De'an, where are we going?"

    Sunderan told him: "I want to build a place that belongs to us, a sacred temple of knowledge and truth, a paradise of truth regardless of identity, bloodline, or origin."

    "The power of priests is no longer a place that a certain family, a certain person, or every kingdom can control."

    "over there."

    "Everyone is proud of having more knowledge, they are exploring the path of power and strength, and they are looking for the secrets of this world."

    After hearing this, the child's eyes were full of longing and curiosity: "What's the name of that place?"

    Sunderan also smiled: "Maybe it's called some kind of college, maybe it's called some kind of castle, maybe it's called some kind of tower."

    "No matter what the name is."

    "His essence will not change. It is a place to impart knowledge and ideals."

    Sunderan finally understood.

    He is a scholar, a person who spreads the ideals and ideas of the saints.

    From the very beginning, it was impossible for him to associate with those nobles and dignitaries.

    He turned his head and looked towards the blurred holy mountain behind him.

    "Maybe."

    "I shouldn't have been here in the first place."

    He finally broke free and set foot on his own path.

    In front of the palace of the City of Servants, King Henir looked at the giant statue at the end of the sky, and Sang De'an who was going away.

    His eyes moved slightly, and he asked the attendant beside him, "Did I do something wrong?"

    The attendant knelt on the ground, not daring to answer at all.
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