That's the sun disc.
It appeared at the tip of the eaves at the top of the temple, revealing half of it, releasing the sacred golden light!
Kant stared at it. The sun disc on the top of the temple should have been supported by a stone statue, but it seems that due to various reasons, the stone statue cracked, and the golden disc connected to it fell on the roof.
If it hadn't come back again, it is estimated that this solar disc was missed.
A group of people approached the temple quickly, and the traces of their footsteps during the search were still vivid.
It's not long at all.
Arriving at the triangular temple is like a Mayan pyramid. Except for the hall at the top, there are stone steps at the bottom. Walk along the road and finally come to the stone gate of the hall again.
Still open, it was pitch black, as if darkness condensed in it.
But it's not completely dark.
A faint golden light emerged from the depths.
Kant frowned slightly. In the alleyway 10 meters away, there was a temple hall full of bones, but now there was light inside the half-closed door, and it was very transparent. It seemed that hundreds of candlesticks were lit at the same time. .
"There are special energy fluctuations inside."
Bandak reminded: "It's a bit strange, but it's already very decayed and can't pose a threat."
"Can you tell the difference?" Kant frowned.
"No." Bandak hesitated a little, and shook his head apologetically after perceiving it seriously: "My perception can't compare with those mages. This is my shortcoming, and I'm sorry for that."
"It's okay, just go in and take a look."
Kant was not offended.
This is the truth, even though Pendor Continent belongs to a low-magic and degenerate world, even more degenerate than this world.
However, great knights with extraordinary power can still be born, elves who can still linger in the gloomy world, and the underworld who can only invade the mainland with small groups are enough to explain the glory of Pendor Continent.
It's no worse than the world that Kant traveled so far!
Nothing to be afraid of.
Holding the King's Sword in his hand, Kant took the lead to enter the alleyway.
The two lion knights next to him took a step faster, walked in front of Kant, held the shield and lifted the sword, opened the door in front, and completely released the light inside the hall.
"Clah la la la—"
In the golden light, there was intense applause.
Lion Knight, Kant and the others entered the hall together, only to see brightly dressed men and women enthusiastically turning their heads to look at them in the brightly lit hall, clapping their hands vigorously with bright smiles on their faces.
Aristocrats, priests, soldiers, craftsmen and other men, women and children.
"Welcome back."
At the end of the hall, on the steps, an old man with white beard and hair was standing there.
Wearing a luxurious costume made of gold and platinum, holding a scepter made of gold and gemstones in his hand, he looked at Kant kindly, and nodded slightly: "My heir, have you completed my task?"
Kant remained silent, just standing in front of the door, looking at the people in front of him.
Frowning.
The lion knights next to them had stern faces, and they had already pulled out half of the knight's sword with their hands.
Including Bandak, black mist emerged from his body, and a demonic shadow appeared behind him, roaring with eerie and fear, and the golden light sweeping around seemed to be a stalemate and confrontation between the two sides.
The situation is not right, this is extremely weird, no one let down their vigilance.
"Well."
Kant looked at the old man in front of him, and said in a playful tone, "Aren't you dead?" Looking around at the people in front of him who were looking at him eagerly, his tone was merciless: "Aren't you all dead too, turned into bones?"
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo—"
A gust of wind instantly blew in the void.
Many faces that were eager to smile suddenly froze.
There was a strange look in everyone's eyes, and a feeling of hatred and resentment towards the living suddenly appeared, but what was even more resentful was the gradually ferocious face, and there were sobs.
The temperature dropped suddenly, and the faces of the people who were originally gorgeously dressed and glamorous were distorted.
But that resentment was not directed at Kant.
But the high platform.
That old man with a scepter, wearing luxurious clothes, and a golden crown on his head!
With a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth, Kant looked at the people on both sides with blood and tears in their eyes, shook his head and said, "It seems that they hate you far more than they hate the living."
"No way, it's my fault. After all this time, they still can't forget."
The old man raised his scepter calmly.
As the golden light flickered, in this hall, many women, young and old, who were originally dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, instantly collapsed into piles of bones, and the entire hall was scattered all over the floor.
"The obsession is very heavy." Kant was expressionless, and he didn't feel any discomfort at the falling bones next to him.
The whole hall was suddenly deserted again.
Shining with a sacred golden light, but there are only the old man at the end of the hall and Kant at the door in front of him.
The scene was slightly silent, but Kant walked forward. The two extraordinary forces in his body were already on guard. Looking straight at the old man, he said lightly, "Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to still exist."
"I didn't think so either."
The old man nodded and said calmly, "It's just that I felt the power of the Sun God before."
"Hmm." Kant nodded, "Interesting."
The old man was exactly the existence that Kant had met back then, transformed from a lich into a spirit body, the Pope of the Sun God Sect who had disappeared in history and only had a spirit body left!
The old pope didn't care about Kant's rudeness, he already understood the cause and effect.
The fact that he is still alive is a blasphemy against the sun god, and he is the most serious betrayer. If it was in the age of the ancient gods, even his soul would be burned on the divine fire for a hundred years!
The old pope sighed slightly, looked at Kant's calm appearance, leaned on the scepter he had transformed with golden light, and asked: "Human, I wonder if you have gone to the Holy City of Gold and found the Sun Maiden in the coffin of eternity? That is the direct bloodline of the Sun God, if you find her, you can intermarry with her and gain the mighty power of the Sun God."
"Hmm, Sun Maiden? I don't understand."
Kant said calmly: "I found a golden coffin in the passage outside, with a woman inside and a sealed female succubus beside it."
The old pope looked slightly stunned: "Really, she has fallen too." Nodding, he sighed without surprise: "In ancient times, the war between gods and demons continued until both sides were exhausted. You humans and others The race united and began to attack us gods, and in the end, because of the mutual distrust of the gods and demons, both were wiped out."
"Does it matter?" Kant asked.
"It doesn't matter." The old pope shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's a spare for the coffin of eternity I prepared, but I just let my daughter lie in it." After a pause, the old pope looked at Kant: "Is she okay? "
"Killed by me, and that female succubus."
Kant said calmly: "He died very quickly, without feeling any pain."
(end of this chapter)