The main building of the temple is built on the top of the highest mountain. The entire building is built with square and huge stones. In terms of architectural style, it is somewhat like Sauron's structure.
Arslan walked across the suspension bridge between the peaks. She glanced at the devout practitioners and believers still crawling under the hundreds of steps, and felt a bit weird in her heart. In her eyes, these poor guys were like poor ants—perhaps in the eyes of the gods, they were indeed ants.
Those people who were prostrate and praying recognized Arslan's clothes and looked at the noble paladin in the temple. They shouted pious words of praise, lowered their heads, and did not dare to look directly at Arslan.
Although he had experienced such scenes many times, when Arslan walked past these people and went up the steps, he still couldn't help but look up at the temple hundreds of steps up...
The feeling of being worshiped by thousands of people may be really good... And Prometheus stands in the temple above every day and looks down at everything below... This may be the feeling of a god!
After walking up a hundred steps, there was a huge platform. Through this platform, the upper part is the restricted area of the temple. Normally, only top-level clergy such as Presbyterian elders, saints, and paladins can go up unless summoned by the chief elder. Although there were no guard handles around when Arslan passed by, she would never have thought that the forbidden area of the temple was as undefended as it seemed.
Although he couldn't feel any murderous aura or fluctuations in magical energy, Aslan could still feel a hint of instinctive danger every time he walked through this place. She quickened her pace. He hurried across the platform and continued up the steps.
The main building of the temple has several floors. The first floor is an extremely magnificent hall. Twenty-four huge pillars in the main hall support the entire space. The pillars are engraved with exquisite reliefs. It is not known when the reliefs were built. The patterns and words on them are impossible to decipher. There are also all the strange markings that seem to be a kind of writing.
Under each giant pillar is a bronze frame more than two meters high. There are tallow candles on it. Although those flames are burning brightly all year round, they still seem a bit dim in such an empty hall.
There are still thirteen steps above the center of the hall, with a figure standing faintly alone on top. That person is not actually tall, but in people's eyes, he always seems to have a feeling of being unworthy of admiration. The white robe was obviously a little old. But when worn on him, it still looked so luxurious and sacred, with a strange majesty! Her long black hair was simply tied back with a ribbon... And that face...
He wore a sterling silver mask on his face, covering his face above the nose. Only the mouth is exposed. The two lips were pursed slightly, showing a slight upward arc, making him look like he was always smiling.
Aslan only looked at it twice, and immediately felt a majestic gaze coming down from above. She immediately lowered her head and said loudly: "Dear Lord Prometheus, are you summoning me?"
"Yes, Aslan." Although Prometheus is at least sixty or seventy years old, his voice seems gentle and pleasant, without any feeling of age. Although his tone is calm. But with a bit of solemnity; "I think you must have brought me some unusual news this time. Right?"
The gaze shot down from behind the mask and swept over Aslan's body lightly. Aslan clearly felt a heavy pressure. Although this was not the first time she had met Prometheus, every time she saw this mysterious "man chosen by the gods" in legend, she always felt as if she was at the top of a mountain. The eyes of Prometheus seemed to have the ability to penetrate everything. For a moment, Aslan actually felt a trace of panic in his heart.
"Yes, my respected lord!" Aslan did not dare to raise her head. She could feel the other person's eyes still on her body. She just leaned down and said: "I was ordered to go to the capital of Sauron. That light The imperial envoy has already met with me, and he is willing to accept your summons and come to the temple to see you at the appropriate time."
The figure of Prometheus appeared flickering in the dim firelight of the hall. Then his voice came down lightly: "What kind of person is that special envoy of the Light Empire?"
Aslan sighed: "Sir, I can only say that he is very powerful! He has a powerful strength that I can't compete with! If you are curious about his strength, then I think Lord Augustine should be better than me in this regard. understand more."
Prometheus seemed to chuckle slightly. His tone seemed calm, but it contained a faint warning: "You don't need to remind me about Augustine. The elders will make a fair decision."
Silan frowned and said, "Sir, it's just that when I came back, another thing happened..."
She lowered her head as if she could not withstand the pressure of Prometheus' momentum, and said in a deep voice: "In the Palace of Sauron, Lord Fielding, the Holy Knight, and the special envoy of the Empire of Light had a public duel. The result was Phil Lord Ding was unfortunately defeated. King Sauron is very ambitious, and those Roland kingdoms are also ready to take action... My idea is... "
"Okay." Prometheus calmly stopped Aslan's words and said softly: "I don't care about those things."
The expression on Aslan's face stopped and he sighed deliberately: "It's a pity that Lord Fielding was also defeated by the special envoy of the Light Empire. Those Roland Kingdoms seemed to have strengthened their determination to rebel. And I think ancient I’m afraid it won’t be so easy for Elder Ming and Lord Fielding to deal with the Black Veil traitors in Sauron Kingdom.”
Prometheus seemed to be silent for a while, and Aslan stood there with his head bowed, waiting for the voice from above, but after a while. Prometheus suddenly said lightly: "Aslan, you are one of the few smart guys in the dragon clan that I have ever seen." He suddenly sighed: "This is also the reason why many of my friends in the dragon clan "It's a pity that I chose you to come to the temple with me." His tone gradually became deeper: "You don't really understand my intentions."
Aslan's heart sank and he said nothing.
Prometheus then said calmly: "Use your wisdom where it should be used. Aslan, don't try to anger me... I think the leader of your dragon clan should have warned you about this."
"Sir, I don't understand what you mean!" Aslan felt a little uneasy. But he is still neither humble nor arrogant.
Prometheus let out a soft sigh: "I hope you remember. I am a person who keeps his promises. Because of that contract, you dragons have to support me. And I will keep my promise, after completing this matter , that shackle contract that has been tied to your dragon clan’s heads for thousands of years will be sealed away by me forever.”
There was a sneer on Aslan's lips, but she lowered her head so that Prometheus above could not see her expression at all. I heard Aslan's solemn tone: "Thank you for your kindness."
"Mercy?" Prometheus suddenly laughed, with unspeakable mockery in his laughter: "You are wrong, I am not a merciful person... Although I decided to forgive you for this sin! But I won't allow it to happen again."
"Sir, I still don't understand what you mean!" Aslan frowned.
Prometheus didn't seem to want to continue talking anymore, and just said lightly: "You just need to remember my words."
Aslan stood for a while and found that Prometheus seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation. She clearly felt that the other person's gaze on her was making her feel more and more pressure. This pressure made Aslan His whole body was cold, and an uncontrollable impulse arose from deep within his heart. She couldn't help but raise her head and glance at the towering Prometheus.
The figure above just stood there alone. There was no one around here, and there was no one around... Aslan was a little flustered by the invisible pressure in his heart, and inexplicably came up with an idea that shocked him: He was now less than twenty steps away from her. , if I use my full strength now, I will strike down with one sword. Or you can kill him!
This violent thought came to mind, and Aslan himself couldn't help but feel a little frightened. But there is a voice deep in my heart that seems to be faintly encouraging me. This idea is so tempting... I have the strength of a Paladin level. If I suddenly attack now...
Immediately, Aslan felt a cold feeling on her back, and she immediately forced herself to give up this tempting idea.
The voice of Prometheus came from above: "Aslan, next time you kill someone, remember to wipe the traces on yourself clean. If you can't even learn this, then I will be disappointed with your wisdom. Very disappointed.”
Aslan's body froze instantly, and a frightening thought suddenly appeared in her mind: He knew? !
"Haha..." Prometheus smiled as if he was very gentle: "You don't have to be afraid. I have decided to forgive your unauthorized actions."
Aslan couldn't help biting his lip, and suddenly made up his mind: "Sir, what do you mean? If you have any doubts about my actions, then please let Lord Augustine or Lord Fielding take my place. Complete the mission!"
Prometheus seemed to smile, and his tone was a bit sarcastic: "Augustine? Do you hope that he will be released from the place of imprisonment? As for Fielding... Aslan, do you think that when you are in Solana? After what King Lun has done, will Fielding come back?"
Silan was immediately at a loss for words, cold sweat dripped down her forehead, she gritted her teeth, raised her head, and was about to say something. Prometheus seemed to wave his hand, and there was no anger in his voice: "I just hope you understand. The Paladin is the temple's precious asset! I have already lost Augustine, and your stupid actions have caused the temple to lose another one. A trustworthy warrior... Although..." He seemed to think for a while: "Although your approach has had some effect, I would be very dissatisfied if the loyalty of a paladin is exchanged for such a small price. "
These words hit Aslan's heart like a heavy hammer. She couldn't help but tremble, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sir, you already know?"
Prometheus sighed: "The relationship between Gu Ming and me is not as simple as you think. He once sent me a magic mark before he died!" His eyes were hidden behind the mask. Staring closely at Aslan - even though he is blind in one eye according to legend, his gaze is still like a blade: "If I hadn't needed your ability now, the Dragon Clan would have suffered a huge disaster because of your stupid actions. Disaster!”
Aslan simply plucked up the courage and said: "Really? Sir! But my move will undoubtedly be of great benefit to you! Some people in the Presbyterian Church have always been opposed to the war. Now this matter has been used as a trigger. , I’m afraid those opposing voices will disappear soon... Isn’t this what you want?”
Prometheus was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "You also saw this clearly and dared to do this, right? You have calculated that even if I know about this matter, I will not really punish you. ,Right?"
Aslan said nothing. Because she knew that Prometheus had not finished speaking. Sure enough, Prometheus continued: "I do hope that those opposing voices will disappear. But if the cost is to lose a great warrior who can be trusted. Then I will not be happy about it! And you, Aslan, Augustine After being imprisoned, if Fielding is also forced to apostatize, then I'm afraid this situation is exactly what you want to see! Do you really think that getting rid of the two human paladins will do a lot to your dragon family? Is it a big benefit? Or do you think that after losing the only two human paladins, I have no choice but to rely on you?"
Aslan was silent - she didn't know what to say now! Prometheus used this understatement to fully express her true thoughts.
Yes! Augustine had committed a grave crime and was imprisoned. After Gu Ming's death, Fielding must have believed his own words now. Thinking that Prometheus wanted to get rid of him. Then Fielding will definitely be as apostate as the Black Veil Saint!
The only two paladins of mankind have completely collapsed, so the only one Prometheus can rely on is her, Aslan!
The Dragon Clan and the Temple are not real friends—if strictly speaking, the relationship between the Dragon Clan and the Temple should be enemies! In the era of the war between gods and demons a thousand years ago, the dragon clan once rebelled against the gods and was finally conquered after defeat. A contract signed by the dragon clan and the gods has been inherited from ancient times. The conditions of the contract are very simple. First, the dragons must stay in their own territory and are never allowed to take a step outside the territory!
The second point is that the holder of this contract can ask the Dragon Clan to do anything! And Prometheus, who didn't know how he got this contract, went to the Dragon Clan's territory alone with this contract to get the Dragon Clan's support!
Putting aside this contract, the relationship between the dragon clan and the temple is simply that of enemies!
"You are indeed very smart, Aslan." Prometheus sighed: "It is really not easy for you to think of taking this opportunity to weaken the strength of the temple. You made me lose an elder and a paladin at once. ! It’s a pity that you are not human after all, so no matter how hard you learn, you can’t fully grasp the intrigues and intrigues of humans!”
Having said this, Prometheus chuckled: "Aslan, you should feel lucky! You are a paladin. Even if it is to use your ability, I will not punish you now! But it is only This time, if I find you doing something 'smart' next time, I will let you experience a subtle human emotion: regret!"
It was useless for Aslan to say anything now. She just lowered her head and waited for Prometheus' final announcement. She suddenly remembered that maybe what the guy just said did make sense. I am afraid that this Prometheus is really not something she can deal with!
"Sir, what's your decision?" Aslan's tone was a little deep.
Prometheus said lightly: "Since you have done something, no matter whether it is done correctly or not, you must at least minimize its adverse effects! If Fielding really thinks that you have apostatized due to your unauthorized actions this time, then I I hope you will be responsible for this matter..."
"what do you mean?"
"Kill him!" Prometheus' voice said without any emotion: "If Fielding has surrendered to our enemies, then kill him! Since his ability can no longer be used by me, then he cannot be used by me. Our opponents get help from him!"
"Yes, I will handle this matter properly." Aslan seemed relieved, but the way she vented her anger seemed like she was sighing.
"Besides..." Prometheus' voice gradually became colder: "Although I won't really offend you for this, in order to show my dissatisfaction, a small punishment is necessary."
Having said this, he slowly stretched out a palm.
A green fire suddenly appeared from his hand! The beam of fire shot towards Aslan quickly. Aslan gritted his teeth and forced himself not to dodge or resist. She knew that Prometheus was just trying to intimidate her, and was not really trying to kill her.
The green firelight immediately hit Aslan's face, and then she snorted and trembled. It was obvious that his face was in great pain, but he was just enduring it with a strong will.
The beam of green fire that Prometheus shot out went as quickly as it came. It glanced at Aslan's face in an instant and then took it back.
Aslan's facial expression was a little distorted, his lips were bitten purple, but he did not dare to make a sound. On top of her originally beautiful face, there was a deep burning scar on the left half of her face! The terrible scar muscles turned up, looking extremely ugly and scary!
"I know that with your ability, although such a scar is a little painful, your face can return to its original appearance in less than half a day... But my punishment for you is not just this!" Prometheus said coldly. : "I order you not to use any method to restore your face within a month! I want you to work for me with this scar on your face! At the same time, it can effectively remind you what can be done and what is You shouldn’t even think about it!”
Aslan's whole body was shaking. I don't know what kind of magic was used to create the green flame of Prometheus. Although it was only lightly swept across my face just now, the severe pain did not just come from the body, but the entire soul. Feeling severe pain under the burning flame! The pain reaches deep into the bone marrow! !
She gently knelt down on one knee and gritted her teeth and said: "I will remember every word you said today... My Lord!" After a pause, she said in a trembling voice: "I will send Fei to you within a month. Erdin’s head is brought to you!”
Prometheus seemed a little tired. He waved his hand casually, indicating that Aslan could leave.
Waiting for the injured female paladin to walk out of the hall. Prometheus still stood there alone.
He looked at the empty space around the hall, as if muttering to himself: "Why are there so many seemingly smart guys in this world, but they always do stupid things?"
He slowly turned around and walked towards a door behind him. Behind the door was a spiral staircase. His lonely figure went up the stairs. He didn't know how long he had walked, but he had reached the top of the stairs.
Here is an open-air circular rooftop, which seems to be the top of the entire temple building.
The strong cold wind on the mountain peak raised his hair high. He stood beside the metal railing of the rooftop, letting his robes flutter.
Looking down, I could vaguely see a few devout practitioners under the hundreds of steps of the temple, lying on the ground looking up at the temple to pray. Although they are so far apart, Prometheus can be sure that what people are mumbling at this moment must be those words praising the gods...
"Pity the naive people..." The current highest leader of the temple and the authority of the entire Roland continent suddenly sighed in a strange tone: "Do you think God will truly pity you?"