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Chapter 700: The saint and the festival.
General Fisk is the number one general of the Redstone Empire. After all, considering that he is the only master fighter in the entire Redstone plane, the position of the number one general is none other than him.
Of course, Fisk is not the kind of parallel general who simply puts on a name and then hands over the actual command of the army to the adjutant. This master-level professional who is loyal to the Redstone Kingdom still has some generals.
For example... He knows at least some basic tactics that should be used in wars, and also knows how to deal with a group of enemies in the canyon.
That's right, Fisk was the army leader who was ordered to eliminate the "Red Sand Cult" cultists, and this time he brought with him the most elite soldiers in the Redstone Kingdom.
Although the only two master priests of the "Red Sand Cult" on the redstone plane have died, the identity of the Fisk master professional is enough to come single-handedly to the altar of these cultists to kill them, but In order to ensure the massacre of tens of thousands of Red Sand believers, Fisk cautiously ordered the army to block every exit of the Festival Canyon.
Because the task he received was to "kill all the followers of the Red Sand Cult", Fisk, who had a little perfectionist plot, didn't want to let any "thief" escape.
The elites of the Redstone Kingdom are very efficient. Under the leadership of several official-level professionals, this "army" approaching the canyon in an orderly manner from all directions took less than ten minutes to worship the canyon. Barricades were set up at every entrance and exit.
These metal long thorn barricades made of steel point to the inside of the canyon like a shield overgrown with thorns, and in every hole above there are bowmen waiting for an opportunity.
For ordinary people, this is already a terrible means of blocking. It can be said that as long as they are not professionals, ordinary believers will never be able to break through such roadblocks. If there is a priest from the Red Sands, at every roadblock. The guard's official-level fighters will shoot directly.
It is not necessarily a very powerful tactic to have professionals against professionals and ordinary soldiers against ordinary soldiers, but it is definitely the most efficient tactic to intercept and slaughter the enemy.
Facts also proved the effectiveness of this raid. When the followers of the Red Sand Cult reacted, their valley had been completely closed, and tens of thousands of ordinary believers had all become birds in cages.
"Report............ report to the high priest, subordinates, subordinates have important matters...... report them"!
On the high platform of the altar in the open air, a panicked priest suddenly knelt before the old man he called the high priest.
This priest is not a priest who is good at fighting. The magic arts he mainly prays for are used to detect news remotely. He stays with the high priest of the Red Sand Cult in order to monitor the tens of thousands of believers on the altar at any time.
And at this time—just at noon the day before the festival began, while the old man called the high priest was praying solemnly, the "heavy responsibility" priest suddenly discovered something that must be reported quickly. For this reason, he even interrupted the prayers of the old priest.
"It's not good, it's not good, sacrifice to the adults, the kingdom, the kingdom......the army they sent, and the leader is Fiske...that's the servant."...
"Quiet! Under the glorious light of the great God of Red Sand, what will it look like in a panic"!
Without waiting for the pastor to finish speaking, an old voice suddenly stopped the pastor's report.
The old priest is an official priest who was re-elected after the death of two master priests of the Chisha Church. He can become a temporary high priest by virtue of his age, qualifications, piety and majesty. This firm belief "nothing It is necessary to panic. The God of Red Sands will give shelter to the devout. Even though the old man knew that the pastor around him was distraught, he still said in a hoarse voice after completing the prayer etiquette step by step:
"Well, what the hell can be said."
With the pious palms of his hands, a slowly expanding official-level magic aura appeared next to the old priest. This aura that obviously has the ability to shield and detect only contains three people-the old priest himself, the priest responsible for reporting, and... …The Lord "saint" wearing a robe of colors like fireworks.
That was a beautiful girl with a stunning face, with red pupils and fiery red hair as pure as liquid rubies. She was petite in a dress like fire, but she had perfect proportions. Her skin was fiery red. Against the background of the dress, there is a thrilling beauty-it is as gorgeous as a flame set off by colorful butterflies, and as beautiful as a butterfly in a fire.
"This... Your Lord Saint..."
Freed from the beauty of coexistence of beauty and purity, the pastor raised his head with some doubts and glanced at the "Lord Saintess" who was standing quietly beside the old priest.
He didn't think that the "saint" was untrustworthy. After all, the things he wanted to report would soon be known to everyone. He just thought...this kind of cruel thing that is enough to make any Chisha priest who knows the news shiver is really true. Do you want to talk to the "saint" of a little girl?
You know, the high-qualified and sweet "saint" is one of the spiritual symbols of the church. If she appears to be chaotic... the glory of the great God of Red Sands will be hazy!
It has to be said that the devout believers are the devout believers, let alone the enemy "just" hit the door of the house, even if the big sword is already on the neck, it is estimated that their thoughts will only be how to die to ensure the eternal glory of "God" As for being killed or something... Fanatics are not afraid of death. What the priest is more afraid of is not death, but the interference of the gods' ceremonies.
The old priest also saw the pastor's concerns, and he immediately understood what the pastor was saying.
However, the pious old priest did not show any panic, and did not immediately answer, he just showed a kind smile on the face of Gujing Wubo, then leaned down slightly and said to the ponytailed "saint":
"Your Excellency, the god's sacrifice is about to begin, but a group of arrogant blasphemers are trying to hinder the great blood sacrifice. In order to defend the glory of our Lord, countless pious "Lambs" will sacrifice themselves. Would you... be afraid? ?"
"No, sacrifice to Grandpa. The great "God of Red Sand" is watching us. The glory of God washes the soul of each of us. Those ridiculous blasphemers may be able to kill our bodies, but they don't want to destroy them. Our will"!
She has a tight white face, and only a fanatical flame burns in the eyes of the "saint". She has been found out as a priest since she was a child, and then the little girl trained as a "saint" can be said to be the absolute madness of the Red Sands. believer.
"well"!
The old priest comfortedly touched the fire-red hair of the "saint woman", and then he also resolutely said to the pastor responsible for spreading the letter:
"Have you heard! We won't be afraid of those blasphemers, they can't destroy our will! The festival will never stop for any reason, even if we are unable to resist, but at least let the festival be completed! Now I teach with God Red Sand In the name of the high priest, it is announced that the festival has started ahead of schedule, and it is my honor to be able to die on this sacred altar"!
The voice of the old priest was sonorous and powerful, even without the need for the reminder of the oracle, he could make the most pious decision.
He is not afraid of death, no matter what the method of death is. The believers who come to this altar are all going to perform blood sacrifices. As a mad believer and know the inside story, the old priest is not only not afraid, but also proud of it.
The only thing he worried about was...after he died, those shallow believers and false believers would not continue the ritual...that would surely disappoint the great gods.
Let the gods down, this is the most intolerable thing for fanatics.
So, after thinking slightly, the old priest once again solemnly instructed the "saint" in the presence of the communication pastor:
"Golanya, my saintly lady! My bad old man may be killed by Fisker at the beginning of the festival, but you, a little girl with only apprentice-level strength, have a chance to survive... At that time you Definitely, must lead the believers to continue the festival, the great God of Red Sand is watching you and me"!
"Well, Golanya remember, Golanya will definitely complete this festival"!
The saint named Golanya made a pious promise.
End of this Chapter
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