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That day was the most important day in the Emirate of Amir.
Because it was the day when the Asin soldiers, warriors who could receive deep blessings and transform into the image of a god, were born.
The Pantheon was busy even before the sun lit up the eastern sky.
“Bring the sacrifices this way!”
“The 3,100th line is empty!”
“Are you giving him medicine?”
The soldiers of the Pantheon ran around, preparing to place the noble 'volunteers' on the altar.
“Imam, I have prepared a manuscript of the scriptures.”
“The bracelet and dagger are over here. You can take one each.”
“Have you changed your shoes? Be careful, you might slip on the blood.”
Genuine volunteers, made up of faithful believers and noble children, assisted the imams in preparing the items needed for the ritual.
“Six-winged serpent…….”
“Is today your first ceremony? Are you nervous?”
“Yes, yes!”
From senior imams who have performed ceremonies dozens of times to new imams who just started performing ceremonies this year, each person prayed to their God and purified their body and mind.
“I’m finally becoming a person with Asinbyeong.”
“Yes. If you achieve merit, you too can become a noble. Are you ready?”
“I will never go wild!”
The warrior candidates who had been waiting for today, repeating passionate prayers and arduous training, had sparkling eyes.
“Send it over there!”
“Line up! Line up!”
“You called a craftsman to come with me? He has to do it all day!”
The soldiers sent the 'volunteers' up to the pyramid that stood in the center of the nine temples.
At the top of the 400-meter-high pyramid were four huge obsidian spikes gathered into one point.
There were two large altars placed at the corners of each floor, and in the middle of them was a place where warrior candidates could receive strength.
Imams dressed in white ascended the ceremonial site.
Now they would repeat the cutting and praying until their white clothes turned red and their saliva dried.
Thus, a small core is created on top of the altar, and when the Old One descends, countless Asin warriors will be born, who will protect the Emirate and become the power to conquer Soletaras.
* * *
Naseria and Alceste watched the scene from a corridor in the Sultan's palace.
Naseria wore a white sleeveless dress with a thin veil, and wore bracelets, rings, hoop earrings, and a belt made of gold and the finest amethyst.
Alceste wore a green cloak with geometric black patterns over his golden plated armor.
He had a satisfied smile on his short, handsome face.
“We’re getting married soon.”
“…….”
“Princess. You are completely mine.”
Naseria nodded weakly.
Alceste expected her to have a fierce expression on her face, a look that stimulated his desire for conquest.
But Naseria's purple eyes were infinitely calm.
For some reason, he was reminded of the golden-eyed royal family from the empire.
Alceste reflexively grabbed Naseria's arm.
“You’re not thinking of that empire bastard, are you?”
She shook her head firmly, gritting her teeth in pain.
“I had nothing to do with him. My enemy. I intend to faithfully fulfill my duties as a princess and wife, but do you intend to be a husband who endlessly suspects his wife of infidelity?”
He looked at me with a moment of hesitation in his hazel eyes, then nodded curiously and let go of my hand.
“Good, ma’am. Then remember the order well. As soon as the warriors have received their blessings, the bride should come in.”
Naseria asked bitterly, wrapping her arms around him.
“My marriage will be accompanied by a declaration of war?”
“We must emphasize that this is a war for the future. The key is to end it before the White Witch becomes more powerful.”
Alceste left the room, his armor clanking.
Chuck. Chuck. Chuck. Chuck.
Next to him were the generals and strategists who had recently formed his inner circle.
One of them was a large, encroaching bishop sent by the enemy archbishop.
The bishop spoke in an incongruously bright voice within the swirling darkness of the hood.
“The rite of divination is truly fascinating. I envy the Southern Continent, which can freely engage in such large-scale worship.”
Alceste smiled and answered, since he had been of great help in planning the march.
“It’ll definitely be tough in Soletaras. It’ll take a long time of training to become a fully mutant-level warrior.”
The bishop nodded grimly and asked again briskly.
“That’s true. Um, I heard an interesting story, so if you don’t mind-”
“What is it?”
“Is there anyone else from the Empire here besides me? This is my first time seeing Your Highness the Princess…….”
Since it was a personal question, the bishop was very playful.
At this, Alceste smiled and answered curiously.
“A member of the Dragon Blood Royal Family defected not long ago. They say they fled from the port at the end to escape the scoundrel Valencianus.”
The bishop stopped in his tracks.
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“Ugh.”
A general who had been following closely frowned.
“Why all of a sudden-.”
“Your Excellency Marshal.”
The bishop spoke in a very serious voice, as if he had never been so cheerful before.
“As far as I know, the five royals who were hiding in the port at the end were all killed by the scoundrel Archduke Valencian. I have no idea who he is.”
Alceste's brow furrowed deeply.
“Where is he now?”
* * *
“His servant prays to the nine gods!”
The ritual of immersion has begun.
“Share the blood and flesh of the great ones with those who follow their will!”
The highest imams of the nine temples shouted from the top of the altar.
“Whaaaa …
A large crowd of worshippers gathered around the altar and temple and cheered.
People were so crowded together that there was no room to fall to the floor.
“We also offer up the blood and flesh of the faithful as a sign of our faith!”
A white circle was drawn on each side of the altar at each level of the pyramid.
The large circle was densely engraved with ancient letters, lines and shapes, and on each of them lay a hundred volunteers who had taken drugs and were drunk.
Phew!
The Imams stabbed the hearts of the volunteers one by one with daggers, held their souls back from ascending with the power of magic circles and bronze bracelets, and prayed together.
“A sacrifice has been prepared for you.”
“Nine, take a hundred for us, and give us one like a hundred.”
“Let one hundred live with you, and let one live with us.”
Thousands of imams prayed, and soon their prayers sounded like tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people were praying.
“““Let one hundred live with you, and one with us!”””
Souls that had left their bodies on top of the magic circle of the altar, glowing white, gathered between the obsidian spires on top of the pyramid.
Saaaaah!
Between the four obsidian pillars, the souls gathered together to form a white sphere, which soon gradually turned black.
“Ohhhhh!”
“This year will be a success again!”
“Nine!”
The people and the Imam cheered, and the soldiers of the Pantheon sent up a second 'bundle of volunteers'.
There were two altars per side, so eight altars per floor, making the pyramid ten stories high.
By sacrificing 8,000 souls at once, he was able to create 80 new soldiers.
The Amir Emirate's Asin disease was a weapon made by literally squeezing people's lives.
Pfft pfft!
The second batch of volunteers was consumed, and the white sphere soon turned completely black, forming a vortex.
Saaaaah!
The black vortex grew larger and larger, becoming stable enough to be called a door, illuminating an otherworldly landscape that resembled an endless night sky.
“Wow!”
There was a rumor that if you saw that scenery in person, you would be cured of all illnesses and gain powers that transcend humanity.
The people all cheered and prayed that they might receive the blessing.
Tsk tsk tsk.
In this way, the terminal of the old days made its appearance in this world, receiving cheers from countless people.
“Six-winged serpent!”
The Imams praised the six-winged serpent with a burning sensation in their eyes.
Three horns, scales with a metallic texture that glows softly, six wings dyed in a brilliant white, a gigantic body that you look up to, a powerful aura that you cannot help but praise or go crazy when you see it in person… … .
It was a being so strong that it could only be described as a god.
* * *
“Six-winged serpent!”
“Bless us!”
“Doom to Soletaras!”
When the excitement of the people reached its peak, Alceste led his warriors to the temple of the gods.
Since separate roads were made for the nobles, they were able to avoid situations where they were blocked by the commoners and could not come or go, but since there were quite a few nobles there as well, they were still unable to run as they pleased.
“Get out of the way! Your Excellency Marshal Alceste!”
The warriors cleared his path, shouting madly.
Because of the old energy, all the people were going crazy and excited, and the warriors were also squirming with excitement, so it was very difficult to keep calm and find someone.
Just as Alceste was about to strike down the head of a boy blocking his path, a senior imam who was in charge of the proceedings came running in, out of breath.
“Your Majesty! What is the matter?”
He shouted with his face distorted.
“Where is that royal bastard!”
"yes?"
“That royal bastard from Soletaras! We need to find him right now!”
The Imam blinked for a moment and pointed to a nobleman's seat.
“It’s over there.”
The Pantheon created stepped seating for the nobles in the space between each temple and the pyramid, allowing them to comfortably view the ceremonies.
Belisarios' seat was closest to the pyramid, with a direct view of the 'six-winged serpent'.
Around him gathered all kinds of nobles who boasted of flying and crawling power in Mecharis.
“Ohhhhh!”
“Oh God! Shine your light on my family!”
“May the Sultan receive ten thousand blessings!”
Old people wearing turbans and veils and adorned with colorful clothes and jewels were standing up from their seats, clapping their hands and shedding tears.
In the midst of that frenzy, Belisarios stood alone, mocking indifferently.
“Ha. This is how we meet.”
The golden eyes that looked at the six-winged serpent held an unholy arrogance, and the red lips were twisted tightly.
Moment.
Alcest and Belisarios' eyes met.
Alceste's face twisted, and Belisarios smiled as if he sensed victory.
Only then did Alceste realize the true nature of the emotion he had felt when looking at Belisarios.
'It was a secret.'
Those damn eyes.
I know something you don't know, and I'm confident that even if you kill me, you'll never know it.
It was a thorough examination of the young enemy's inner thoughts.
Swish.
Belisarios rolled up his sleeves.
Today, instead of his usual thin short-sleeved shirt, he was wearing a thick, long-sleeved shirt that was not see-through.
It wasn't about being polite, it was about hiding oneself.
His arms, exposed to the sun, were cracked like porcelain on the verge of breaking.
Looking closely, I saw that not only the arm, but also the shoulder and neck were torn apart.
In that gap, a strong energy of the old was felt.
The red crystals that had grown greedily were amplifying his power again and again.
Woohoo!
A red haze rose around him.
“Wow!”
It was an aura that could not be helped, but now that the 'Six-Winged Serpent' had revealed itself, he was able to hide himself in the cheers of the people and the presence of his own kind.
Belazarios rose, followed by the nobles around him.
He muttered, glaring at Alceste.
“What are you going to do with the white witch?”
The next moment, he looked up at the sky and burst into a mental wave.
“Ah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!”
-!
–!
Crimson waves radiated in all directions.
“Ugh!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“My body… gurgling!”
This space was already filled with the energy of the old, and the warriors and imams were also stirred by the power of the old within them due to the six-winged serpent.
In that state, when a powerful mental wave rang out, no one could control their power.
“Kuaaaah-!”
It started with the warrior who had been guarding Alceste until just now mutating into a giant bear with the head of an elephant, four forelegs, and a snake's tail.
“Ahhhhhhh-!”
Warriors and imams from all sides turned into invaders and ran wild.