I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

At the moment of shaking hands, Kevin was also looking at Jerome Monroe.

The latter looks white, also in his forties, but he looks much younger, wearing a suit, with a big back, a genial smile, and a graceful and noble appearance.

"Mr. Monroe, do you know what's going on over there? There is a flat-topped pyramid surrounded by many people." Kevin asked curiously like an ordinary person.

"I don't know the specifics, but I just heard that it seems to be some kind of traditional Indian sacrificial activity." Jerome Monroe said with a smile.

Release your hands.

Seeing the waiter in the black vest approaching, Jerome Monroe smiled and said, "Mr. Ferguson, I have a collection of old red wine in it, and I hope you don't hesitate to taste it."

"You are very kind, Mr. Monroe."

Kevin greeted him and followed the waiter in, but when he stepped into the door, he glanced at the corner of his eye, and there was the direction of the flat-topped pyramid with hidden spiritual power fluctuations.

As the person in charge of the Northern Magnesium branch of the Holy Shield and one of the members who went to the ruins of Middle Magnesium, he certainly knew about Lucas, the descendant of the high priest, and the statue of the Feathered Serpent.

But this time he really didn't come on purpose, but when he got here, he found that the ninth district was holding a sacrifice. After all, with his current network and location, it is not uncommon to receive such an invitation.

Jerome Monroe received several important people before entering the house.

But he did not enter the banquet venue, but checked the time on his watch, walked into the secluded corridor on the left with the "Do Not Pass" sign, and then pressed the corner of his collar: "Our people mixed in there. Yet?"

The miniature headset plugged into the ear said: "Although the security is very strict, I specially sent Indians to go, so it was successful."

"However, according to their feedback, there are very elite security forces lurking in the crowd at the scene, and they should be people from the secret services of the United States."

Jerome's eyes were slightly cold: "The first task is always to hide himself, and then to get the information we want. Never forget this, otherwise, the situation will become very troublesome."

"clear."

At this time, the masonry wall on the left just happened to become a glass curtain wall, and bright light poured in, illuminating a golden orange area.

He stopped, passed the wooden wall, and looked at the flat-topped pyramid with a corner exposed, his eyelids pressed down slightly, and he said silently to himself: "The Feathered Serpent God...does even the gods really exist?"

"The more you know about the inner world, the more fascinating you are, but..."

Jerome remembered the ruthless man who used to be his teammate.

"That guy No. 3 is probably the only one of the four of us who has really found the power of the inner world, but he should be getting cold now."

"After all, the abandoned forums and software have been tracked down by mysterious forces, and that should be the follow-up investigation by Yan Guo."

Jerome Monroe's family is actually considered prominent in the United States, but there is a trace of embarrassment.

They have reached the point where they can detect changes in the world and learn some extraordinary rumors from various countries, but they are always a long way from participating in it.

And under the strong management of Edgar, there are very few people in the United States now who can get an important position in the ninth district.

Therefore, until now, the Monroe family did not know about the Holy Shield organization, but knew that the United States seemed to do everything possible to try to get in touch with a certain existence in the world.

"It's no wonder that there is a faint trend of increasing the status of the Indians in the states. It turns out that the Feathered Serpent really exists, and the United States still wants to establish a relationship with it"〃々.

Jerome thought to himself.

He knew that there was the ninth district, and he could not get anything in this sacrifice. He still chose to use the banquet to cover up and let his subordinates mix in the sacrifice, purely because he thought further.

If Feathered Serpent really exists, what about other legendary gods?

Even if it is because of the U.S. and the Yan Kingdom, the myths of the Magnesium Continent and the Yan Kingdom, it is impossible for Jerome to intervene in them, but there are so many other myths, it is impossible to have no chance at all.

Therefore, Jerome's most important purpose this time is to let people record the details of this sacrifice, so that there will be a reference in the future.

"Since you can't get benefits in the ninth district, then do it yourself!"

He thought of the descriptions of the gods in many myths, and then thought that if he got in touch with the gods, he couldn't help but become short of breath.

"Immortal life, eternal youth..."

Jerome let out a long sigh of relief before barely restraining his gaffe, continuing along the corridor, turning the corner and disappearing.

When he appeared again, he was already in the splendid banquet hall.

Taking a glass of red wine from the waiter's tray, he smiled, walked slowly to someone, and talked with him skillfully, as if everything before was just an illusion.

Only Kevin took a sip of red wine and glanced at him without a trace.

The ear power of a level 0 extraordinary person is quite amazing, not to mention the level 2 him...

...

"Dong dong..."

The knock on the door was remembered in the dead darkness.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and a ray of light penetrated into it, illuminating a corner of a certain back.

The staff of the ninth district who pushed the door was in a trance, and seemed to see a sinuous shadow full of cyan scales on the man's back, which made him suffocate.

"Even if the Feathered Serpent statue has not really been activated, Professor Lucas has become more and more extraordinary."

Lucas was awakened by the knock on the door, opened his eyes slowly, got out of the quiet meditation state, and turned his head: "Is it time?"

"Yes, Professor, it's only five minutes before the sacrifice time."

So, Lucas, who was wearing a black robe, got up and walked out of the quiet room. Brightness and noise suddenly hit him. He seemed to have fallen from the mysterious world of thoughts into the world.

It is said that one person exceeds 10,000, and there are no boundaries.

At this moment, he looked out and saw that under the newly built flat-topped pyramid, densely packed people were sitting in a pile, and the place had gradually become quiet under the reminder of the official personnel.

After all, if you can't do this well, and you want to fight for a place in a good university in the United States for the children of your tribe, it will be basically useless.

Although I don't know why these Americans are helping to worship the ancient Indian gods, but who cares, just take it if it's good.

Lucas suddenly felt a little emotional.

Two or three months ago, he was a professor of history at the National Autonomous University of Mexico, and his greatest wish in life was to solve the mystery of the eastward crossing of Yin people.

But the sudden subsidence, the exploration in the rainforest, completely changed his life.

Although Lucas has not fully understood his mission, at least he sees that because of his existence, the environment of the American Indian compatriots is getting better.

That was enough to make him happy.

These days, following the voices that occasionally appeared in his mind, he retraced the memories of the ancestors in the bloodline intermittently, and gradually gained some inheritance from the high priest.

For example, how to meditate to enhance the soul, how to increase contact with the statue of Feather Serpent, how to mobilize the power of the statue, how to use these powers to attack and defend, and so on.

But no matter what, the high priest is not an extraordinary person in essence, but a "pseudo-supernatural", mastering extraordinary power with a mortal body.

The thoughts of the Indian people must be guided by the blood of the priests before they can be correctly invested in the idols and transformed into divine power, and all the power of the priests comes from the idols.

That's why it is said that the high priest is the medium of mortal and divine power.

The person from the ninth district next to him brought a long box and opened it, only to see an emerald green jade snake-shaped scepter lying in it.

"Professor, this is the high priest's scepter that we spent a lot of money to make according to your description by the most outstanding traditional Indian jade carver in Meizhou."

The Ninth District employee said.

Lucas was a little helpless when he heard the words: "I have made it very clear before. According to the inheritance of my current awakening, whether the utensils are made of ancient methods or milled by modern lathes will not affect the sacrificial activities."

"The point is people, Indians, and the thoughts are pure enough to not be full of resentment, hatred, or other thoughts that are not good for human beings. The thoughts obtained in that way are evil thoughts, and the statues will not be collected at all."

"This is an insurance measure taken by the sages of the Holy Shield in order to prevent foreign evils from mixing in and trying to contaminate the statue."

The employee smiled with some difficulty.

The repeated failures of the sacrifices in the past have also passed on to their preparers. Now, in order to throw the blame, they can restore the ancient scenes and try their best to restore them.

For example, the traditional feather clothing of more than 10,000 people costs a lot.

These gestures are mainly for the superiors to see: I have done everything I can, and if I fail, you can't blame me, right?

Seeing this, Lucas could only shake his head helplessly, picked up the jade scepter in the box, and under the protection of the fighters in the ninth district, moved towards the flat-topped pyramid surrounded by the crowd.

The many Indians who made up the number on the outside were a little curious when they looked at the compatriots who were walking slowly in black retro robes under the protection of several strong men in black suits.

After all, as everyone who made up the number, they all wore traditional costumes today, which were obviously presiding over sacrifices, but instead they wore unknown black robes.

But in fact, this black robe is exactly what Lucas remembered in his bloodline, as the ancestor of the high priest who served as the medium between the Holy Shield and the mortals of Magnesia.

Essentially a simplified version of the ancient Aegis dress without the Aegis logo and golden sash.

As Lucas moved forward, the crowd separated to both sides.

When it came to the "inner ring" of a thousand "¨'pure blood" Indians, these people looked at Lucas with distinctly different eyes, with a tangle that was revealed on the outside.

These inheritors of Indian culture obviously know what the Indians who preside over such a ceremony should be called and what their identity is.

The reason for the entanglement is because this sacrifice was led by the initiative of the United States, who knows what the hell is going on in the hearts of those people.

But Lucas has practiced the high priest meditation method for so long, and even passed the statue of Feathered Serpent several times. His soul and temperament are different from the past, with a certain smell of sunshine and rain.

It's like... the power of Feathered Serpent is entangled.

This "pure-blood" Indian seemed to see a long, winding blue-scale shadow in a trance, looming around him.

While everyone was horrified, they finally bowed their heads respectfully to him.

I have to say that sometimes in areas with strong religious beliefs, even if some miracles are really shown, it is difficult to attract the attention of others, and it is easier to cover up the past.

Like the story of the wolf coming.

After all, those religious people usually say that their gods exist, but this time they just changed their words, and the essence is still the same.

When Professor Lucas walked under the flat-topped pyramid, the surrounding fighters in the ninth district stopped, because as outsiders, they could not board it on such an occasion.

It was almost noon, and the sun was so high that it looked as if it happened to hang over the flat-topped pyramid.

The building is nine stories high, with 91 steps on each side, plus the top one, the number is exactly 365, representing three hundred and sixty-five days in a year.

This is a one-to-one restoration team modeled on the Chichen Itza ruins in Mexico.

Lucas took a deep breath, and in the midst of all the attention, holding a serpentine jade scepter, step by step, he stepped onto the flat-topped pyramid.

At this moment, the scene is extraordinarily quiet, only the sound of the wind spreads in the sky, and the solemn atmosphere gradually spreads out.

Lucas suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart. Every time he took a step up, his heartbeat became shorter.

This feeling, which he had never had before, made him realize a clear understanding:

This time... it seems to be done!

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