Realm of Power

For more exciting novels, please go to Xu. For more exciting novels, please go to Qingqin. The intensive drumbeats climbed to the commanding heights like a tide. The animal bone dagger in the hands of the Muyak girl neatly returned to the scabbard on her waist. Her dance was charming and gorgeous, making people not want to look away.

"Kaka". For some reason, the fat man heard it keenly. He felt that in the constant beating of the drum, he could faintly hear some kind of metal friction sound that was getting faster and faster. The fat man couldn't help but secretly wonder,

Finally, with an extremely clear sound of metal breaking, the beating of drums and the sound of moving dance movements suddenly stopped.

"It's the prophet oracle. I haven't heard it for many years." The fat man heard a murmur from the Muya tribe next to him. Thousands of Muyako girls under the altar, dressed in colorful rings, also neatly bowed to the red soil. In the direction of the altar, Yingying curtsied and saluted,

Countless beautiful eyes, but they all floated uniformly to the fat man in the center of the altar. The fat man suddenly realized that he was the target of public criticism. He secretly complained in his heart, and the confusion in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Under the focus of countless pairs of curious and beautiful eyes, the embarrassment and excitement of being watched by thousands of girls at will, even the fat man, who is so shameless that he can be called as thick as a city wall, was so scared that he held back his breath again.

After maintaining this embarrassing posture for half a minute, the fat man looked at Muyakedil, who was pretending to be dumbfounded, with an innocent look on his face. His silent eyes seemed to say, "Chief Muyakdir, this priest, It should be considered over.”

"Ahem, okay, everyone is tired after preparing all night, so everyone has dispersed."

"The fastest chapter in the novel." Muya Kedir stood on the altar and coughed heavily, with a strange smile on his lips. He raised his hand with a unique pattern to the clan girls below, using the clan leader's words. I made a gesture to signify the end of the ceremony,

Seeing this gesture, the neat girls below began to disperse. The fat man finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this was the real end. But soon, he felt that what he had thought was too simple. Most of the girls were still there. Wandering nearby, some people with some status quickly put on a gorgeous Muyak tribe's colorful clothes, and kept taking advantage of the opportunity to talk to their relatives on the altar, and kept casting their burning eyes towards the fat man's position.

"I didn't expect that I would end up like this. Does this count as being treated as rape by a group?" The fat man was sitting on pins and needles, but there was nowhere to escape, so he could only lament inwardly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Okay, everyone has dispersed." Muya Kedil also felt that this situation was really outrageous. He lowered his face and said angrily to the girls in colorful clothes from his tribe who were still walking back and forth below.

"Hehe" saw the clan leader getting angry, and under the pull of their relatives, many girls from the Muyak tribe dispersed with smiles unwillingly.

Comparing their passionate dance just now, with their charming and passionate figures, I am afraid that no man will be drooling after seeing them, but I am afraid that there will not be a majority of people who dare to use their brains. ,

Because the Muyake people have never intermarryed with foreigners, women are their most precious private property. Looking at the beautiful backs of these infinitely shy people escaping back to their tents, the fat man suddenly remembered the stubborn beauty Ai "Novel" Xi who he had hugged all night. I couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in my heart, but at this moment, Muyakedir leaned his head over and whispered in a jealous voice, "Actually, your Majesty, you don't have to take it seriously. The women of our clan are used to wild things." They have never known what etiquette is. What they value most is a peerless hero like His Majesty who has conquered the world. In fact, if His Majesty is interested in them, even if they become a personal maid, it will be considered a blessing for them. "" Cough cough , Chief Muyake, this... the sacrifice has been completed, can we go to the holy land?" The fat man looked embarrassed and snorted, the name Moya was still lingering in his mind.

"Of course." Muyakedil nodded and smiled. Under his leadership, the fat man walked up the slope on the east side of Red Earth City. The sight in front of him finally made the fat man understand why Muyakdir mentioned it before. Here, there will be such a weird expression, just like what Muyakodir was confused about, the position of the red clay platform is like the dividing line between the upper and lower black forests, and this dividing line is so clearly displayed in front of you, it is really confusing Even the fat man was dumbfounded.

This is a ruin with a width of 100 meters. Fatty really doesn't know how to describe the "monstrous thing" he sees in front of him. The crescent-shaped mountains formed by red soil surround the "ruin".

On top of this ruins, there is a strange world with brilliant colors. Hundreds of meters across, countless cylindrical red objects penetrate the platform formed by red and black squares, towering at different heights. The land on the north and south sides is made up of dry fine sand on one side and moist black soil on the other.

"This is the holy temple that our people have guarded for generations, the burial place of Prophet Ferran." Muyakdir looked at the holy temple in the distance with twinkling eyes. To the fat man's surprise, he said with a cautious expression on his face. "Quan Guo 1260 Yunzheng Holy Temple" said

"Actually, the ancestors of our clan are one of the vassal tribes of Prophet Ferran. When Prophet Ferran was expelled from the temple, a large number of vassals chose to leave. Only our clan is the only one among all the believers who will follow them to the end. , until the prophet passed away, our clan still stood here. In order to prevent the prophet’s holy spirit from being disturbed by irrelevant people, in the original design of the holy temple, the gate of the holy temple was made of a single huge stone weighing ten thousand kilograms.

Only when thousands of people dance the Muyak war dance on the red clay altar in the city, can the temple door with a huge stone of 10,000 kilograms be opened by the connected magical machinery, so I say that the entire Red Clay City is actually part of this holy temple."

"There is such a wonderful machine?" Thinking of the sound of metal twisting and friction that he heard just now, a flash of surprise flashed across the fat man's face. He thought that this might be a temple in the sky that was protected from destruction, but the only thing he didn't expect was that here It turned out to be the burial place of the most respected prophet Phelan of the Salander people.

Such a huge design also made the fat man secretly stunned. He couldn't help but asked curiously, "I just don't know whether the machine with such a powerful power is the work of the ancestors of the Muyak tribe, or is it one of the remnants of the prophet Felan?"

"It was designed by Prophet Feran himself. If our people had such an ability, we would not be in such a situation." Muyakdir showed a bit of regret on his face. As he said this, he walked up the 100-meter steps leading directly to the gate of the temple.

The abrupt red earth and stones form a stone forest of various shapes on both sides of the walkway. At first glance, it seems to extend to the infinitely beautiful world. It follows a certain pattern like human tendons and is scattered on the entire surface. It has a unique Powerful and spectacular, it can make people stop breathing

"Quan Guo" and on the highest step, stands a temple that is more magnificent than the center of the Red Earth City. Its spectacular stone pillars and arcades give people an indescribable macroscopic view, which seems to be completely independent of the laws of time and space. The temple was restricted by the rising sun, and the golden light shone brightly under the rising sun. The temple gate built on the huge mountain was 20 meters high, and it was dark and mysterious. A huge stone gate could be vaguely seen.

The place that made Fatty feel the weirdest was here. Huge sculptures of Mamunuk knights stood on both sides of the stone door, and bursts of choking white smoke rolled out from the temple door and soon filled the temple. People around who didn't know thought it was a fire inside this centuries-old temple.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, that's just a sign that the temple door is opening." Muyakdir explained with a smile, "It's like this every time the temple is opened. As the oracle of the Holy Land sounds, there will always be smoke like this coming out of the temple. In fact, It's just a bit choking, but it's not poisonous at all. Damn it, as long as the holy temple is closed, everything will be isolated. The last time the holy door was opened was ten years ago, and the time for each opening of the holy door was 3 hours. The stone door that gradually lost control will slow down as the strength decreases. Falling slowly, and finally completely closed with the ground."

Muyakdir explained nervously, "In other words, if you don't come out within 3 hours, the time to open the Holy Gate again will have to be postponed ten years. A warrior of our clan has tried it before, even if it's enough." Water and food will also die inside, so under normal circumstances, our clan is prohibited from opening them."

"It's such a dangerous place, why don't I go there instead of Your Majesty?" Reposti asked the fat man.

"No." "I have to go and see for myself." The fat man's nose twitched, as if he smelled something from the mist that was everywhere here. His face changed slightly, and he waved to him with a firm expression.

When he looked at the gate of the holy temple in the distance, his eyes began to shine with excitement.

Are you kidding? It took a lot of effort to find the legendary burial place of Prophet Ferran. It is impossible to give up like this. And how could Reposti know which things inside are the most important?

Take the cloud-like mist in front of you as an example. It has a somewhat moist and pungent feeling. It is obviously the huge water vapor emitted by the internal combustion of the machinery. It drifts out from the inside because the temple door is opened.

Before making the connection, the fat man was almost certain that there were rapid and weird metal turning sounds at his feet.

The so-called war dance of thousands of people that opens the gate of the holy temple should be an artificial power to activate some kind of steam-type machinery.

Then the whole machine can pull up the huge boulder blocking the gate of the temple. Natural heat source, large amounts of water vapor, and violent friction of the machine,

The fat man felt that he had touched something vaguely, but he couldn't tell clearly for a while.

"If this is the case, please allow me to go in with Your Majesty." Seeing His Majesty Falcon's determination, Reposti could only lower his head solemnly and said, "Otherwise, Reposti will never do it even if he risks being accused of violating His Majesty's will. I will not let His Majesty step into this dangerous place" (To be continued)