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- Chapter 322: Arriving at the Dragon Worship Sect
Watching Bishop Rand leave, Yao Yan frowned. He originally thought that the Pope's body could still support him for a while, but he didn't expect that the throne would begin to pass at this time.
Yao Yan had seen Andy, the holy son of the Dragon Worship Cult, a few times in Chuye City, but Yao Yan had not paid much attention to it. In his opinion, Andy was still not ready, so taking over the power of the Dragon Worship Cult now would definitely be a rush. .
There is still one month left. If you use teleportation to travel, it won't take much time on the way. However, there is one more thing that Yao Yan must worry about. Since it is the passing ceremony, Yao Yan must send a congratulatory gift. . During the last wedding of Xiute and his wife, the Pope's gift was not light. To Yao Yan, it was much more valuable than the String of the Magic Network or something like that.
For Yao Yan, the easiest way is to give the chord of the magic net obtained from the Black Dragon King to the Eight-winged Dragon God. However, the eight-winged dragon god repairs the magic net in a different way, which makes it difficult. manage.
Now Yao Yan is still connected to the Eight-winged Dragon God. He has been observing the Eight-winged Dragon God's magic net for a long time in the sea of ??consciousness, but still has nowhere to start. He cuts off a string of the magic net from his own magic net. Yao Yan is now At the limit of his ability, he wanted to tear off a piece of his own magic net and help the Eight-Winged Dragon God to patch it up. Yao Yan couldn't do this yet.
To put it bluntly, Yao Yan only has a friendship with the old man Pope, but he and the Eight-Winged Dragon God have only fought side by side for half a time. Now Yao Yan has become a god, but his magic network string is still connected to the eight-winged dragon god. He blasted a message of inquiry to the Pope in the magic network, but the Pope only replied with an unclear message. , didn't seem to want to make it clear to Yao Yan.
A month has passed in the blink of an eye. The Dragon Worship Cult's throne transfer ceremony can be said to be a grand event across the continent, and almost everyone with sufficient status has been invited. Even if the major figures from the major forces did not come, they at least sent envoys and also prepared generous gifts.
On the Longmian Highlands, the towering mountain made of dragon bones looks like a crown from a distance, and the Dragon Temple is the bright pearl on the crown. It emits soft white light, giving people a holy and majestic feeling. .
Almost everyone, when standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at this temple, can't help but have the illusion that they are very small. And those tens of thousands of white and flat steps extend from in front of you to the clouds. After a long journey, you can reach the main hall to watch the ceremony. Moreover, not everyone can sit and watch the ceremony, because there are only a few in the entire venue. The chairs are prepared for the Pope, Son, and Saint of the Dragon Worship Cult. Even the few red archbishops only have one round stool. If others can get a Maza, they will already be treated like VIPs.
"But the Dragon Worship Cult has always been overbearing, so they probably won't worry about such small details. Besides, no one comes here just to sit around. The Dragon Worship Cult, a very aggressive religion, has never stopped expanding, and representatives of many forces that will be invaded by the Dragon Worship Cult hope to get some opportunities here to ease the pace of destruction. These people were lining up from the foot of the mountain with deep thoughts and were walking up. Because the Dragon Worship Cult respects the color white, these people were all wearing white clothes. From a distance, they looked like a funeral procession.
However, the representatives of the few forces that had no conflict of interest with the Dragon Worship Cult and were not inferior in power were joking with each other and strode up from outside the team.
Outside the winding queue, there are dots of white dots, which look quite beautiful.
The dragon knights guarding each step were wearing white armor, standing there with their heads held high and their chests held high, extremely proud.
At this moment, a little disharmony suddenly appeared in this white world. Whether it was the knights patrolling back and forth, the flying dragon knights in the sky, or the priests responsible for the reception, no one could clearly see who those people were. How did it appear there?
It was a group of young people dressed in colorful clothes. They were standing in front of the steps with their arms around each other, laughing and joking. They built a pergola with their hands. They looked up and exclaimed: "Wow, it's so high! I guess it's higher than the Holy Mountain Jeremiah." Even higher!¡±
"How is it possible? Jeremiah is the tallest!" A young man next to him curled his lips.
"But now Jeremiah has fallen. I pushed him down!" Another young man said with a smile.
The young man who retorted before was speechless, rolled his eyes, and said: "That is indeed taller than Jeremiah"
While they were arguing over there, another tauren boy who was bigger than them combined but had an innocent and childish look stretched out his hands and put them in front of his mouth.
"Ah, something is not good" The knight standing nearby immediately wanted to step forward to stop him, but it was already too late. The tauren boy had already roared: "Moo¡ª¡ª"??! "
The deep and thick sound spread up the white stairs, and the people who were lining up to climb the stairs turned back like waves and looked towards the foot of the mountain. The squirming team stopped for a moment and became chaotic.
At this time, the tauren boy who just shouted was proudly putting his hand next to Shuli's ear, listening to the holy mountain's response: "Moo-ah~~ah~ah"
As they were delivering gifts in front of the ceremony table, a man and a woman in very formal white dresses rolled their eyes and said to the priest in front of the ceremony table, "I don't know them!"
"You guys, no noise is allowed here!" Several knights were stunned for a moment, and then they rushed forward, but before they could reach them, they were blocked by a strong man's hand. The strong man's head was shiny and shiny in the sun. , he just stretched out his hand, without even touching the crowd, but everyone found that they could not get close at all, and could only compete in vain with an invisible wall that appeared out of thin air.
"That's right, I'll come too." That's not all. Another black-haired boy wearing a black robe with strange scales on his face laughed. Then he took a breath and let out a deafening dragon roar: "Roar!"
It was as if the real power of the dragon spread from his body. For a moment, thousands of horses were silent, and the knights standing on both sides of the passage fell down one after another like dominoes and rolled to the ground.
"Hahahaha" The black-haired boy fell down laughing. He seemed to be extremely satisfied with his masterpiece. He patted his thigh and burst into tears.
"Hey, hey, you guys, how can you play like this!" The young man with the big sword was a little helpless. Don't these guys have any common sense? Don¡¯t you understand what respect is?
"Yes, that's how you should shout." The only young man wearing a white robe, with his black hair tied back casually, and a pair of sparkling black pupils laughed, then he folded his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted: " Hey! Eight-Winged Dragon God! The dead old man of the Pope, this young master is here! Why don¡¯t you come out to greet me!¡±
This voice shouted out, and before the response came back, everyone was already shocked.
Who the hell is this guy? He must have gotten tired of living, and he has come to visit us. Do they think the people of the Dragon Worship Sect are all vegetarian monks?
However, what responded to him was a thunderous roar, a strong wind that didn't know where it came from suddenly blew, and the sky was covered by a huge shadow. , stretched out four pairs of huge wings, covering the entire sky.
"Eight-Winged Dragon God!"
"Eight-Winged Dragon God!" The knights who had just gotten up from the ground knelt down again, prostrating themselves to the ground in great reverence.
The huge dragon shadow in the sky lowered its head and nodded slightly in the direction of the few teenagers. The teenagers cupped their fists and returned the salute.
The dragon shadow in the sky disappeared, but a peaceful voice came: "Lord Yao Yan came from afar, and I am sorry for the disappointment!"
"Since there is no way to welcome him from afar, there is no need to welcome him from afar." Yao Yan laughed.
Even so, there was still a white shadow flying towards the opposite side of the steps. Andy rushed to the foot of the mountain as quickly as possible, took a deep look at the four teenagers opposite, and then leaned down deeply. Go and salute them.
"Andy, the holy son of the Dragon Worship Cult, welcomes Lord Yao Yan! Lord Xia Ke, Mr. Jacob and Mr. Kane!"
"Oh, Andy, you're so polite." The four teenagers all said this, but Andy stood up meticulously and faced the bald man standing not far from the four of them like a bodyguard. It was definitely not something he could offend.
"Welcome Lord Nestor!"
"Lord Holy Son, it's been a long time." The bald man laughed, and the elf boy standing next to the bald man also bowed in return.
"Lord Holy Son!" The man and woman in white on the side saluted first, and Andy quickly returned the salute.
"That's Mr. Yao Yan?"
"Yao Yanthis name is so familiar"
"You are really ignorant. Lord Yao Yan is the president of the Thunder-Slashing Guild, the master of the Demonic Network, and a true god!"
"That is Lord Nestor, the God of Knights!"
"I didn't expect that the Eight-Winged Dragon God would be so proud that two gods would personally come to congratulate him"
"It is said that Master Yao Yan has some connection with the Dragon Worship Cult."
"Ah, why did I hear that there is a conflict between the Dragon Worship Cult and the Thunder-Zhan Guild? It is said that an airship of the Dragon Worship Cult was destroyed by Lord Yao Yan."
"Which year are you from? Mr. Yao Yan once had an affair with the Eight-Winged Dragon GodThe Yao people and Lord Demon Dragon fought side by side to kill the evil-doing Indis Tsk, tsk, it was strange at the time, it turned out that Lord Yao Yan himself was a god! "
"No wonder, the gods were joking just now. Lord Yao Yan personally congratulated him, so he really should come out to greet him."
"So, the Pope is so arrogant that he only sent the Holy Son."
Everyone immediately started talking.
"The Pope is inconvenienced to greet you, so please bear with me." Amid these discussions, Andy bowed deeply and apologized again.
"It doesn't matter." Everyone said, and then Yao Yan frowned and said, "How is the old man's health? Is it very troublesome?"
Andy smiled bitterly and wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
Yao Yan frowned and sighed softly.
"The Pope" The other person who was more concerned was Xiute. When he and Catherine got married, the Pope personally came to congratulate them and gave them a big gift.
That¡¯s why he dressed formally today and followed the etiquette. After all, he is a descendant of the royal family and cares about etiquette.
"Everyone will know after seeing it, please, please." Andy stretched out his hand to wave, and suddenly a small keel airship landed. It was impossible for these distinguished guests to climb the stairs.
"Ah, by the way, gifts, gifts" Xia Ke suddenly said: "Dad asked me to bring gifts."
"His Majesty the Black Dragon King" Andy naturally knew the origin of Xia Ke. The Black Dragon King had no friendship with the Eight-Winged Dragon God. However, after he knew that his son planned to participate in the celebration, he sent someone to prepare a gift. He could not miss it no matter what. Being despised for losing etiquette.
"By the way, it seems to be this." He took out a wrinkled bag from his arms and dropped it on the plate handed over by the priest.
"His Royal Highness, Black Dragon Prince Xia Ke, a gift a bag" The priest was a little speechless. It would be too rude to open the bag in front of him, but the Black Dragon Prince seemed to have no intention of explaining.
"Ah, I still need a gift" Yao Yan frowned and took out the gift, stretched out his hand and said, "Take it."
He has nothing in his hands.
"Ah" The priest holding the tray was a little stunned.
"Can't see it? It's okay if you can't see it. This is something that only gods can see. I'd better hand it over to the Eight-Winged Dragon God myself." Yao Yan said with a smile.
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief and cursed in their hearts, what a stingy god this is.
"Lord Yao Yan a gift a later addition"
"The gift" Jacob took out a box from his arms, placed it on the tray, and said: "The fire crystal brought by the Fire Elemental Realm, I am here on behalf of my father."
"Master Jacob, the young president of the Shipu Guild, has ten fire crystals."
This is a big deal, and there were waves of exclamations in the team that had been stagnant. Fire crystals may be more abundant in the fire elemental world, but in this plane they are much rarer than dragon scales. However, Jacob got these from the fire elements, and they had plenty of them.
"Ah, a gift, by the way, before I came here, the old man seemed to have given me something to bring." The calf's head touched his head, and then said with a silly smile: "But, I ate it I¡¯ll give this to you¡¡±
He opened his big hand with three fingers, and a lot of fruit cores fell into the tray.
There are still obvious tooth marks left on those fruit cores.
¡°This¡¡± If these people were not extremely high-status guests, the priest would have wanted to smash the tray in their faces.
Andy smiled and said: "On behalf of the Dragon Druid and the Tree Sage, Mr. Kane, the Tree Planter, sent eightnine seeds of the Ancient Tree of Knowledge that he personally blessed."
"Ah, yes!" The person responsible for announcing the gift quickly followed the script.
"This belongs to the sage of the tree!" an unhappy voice rang out. Miao Miao poked her head out from the calf's thick body hair and waved the branch. In his hand, he held up a leaf he picked from himself.
"Sage of the tree, there is only one leaf from the ancient tree of knowledge." The priest announced quickly.
"Poof." A lively tadpole was sprayed out from somewhere, and it was sprayed on the tray. The priest staggered in fright.
"Mythical beasts, flower vines, and a tadpole" There were black lines on Andy's forehead.
The tray moved to Nestor's side. Nestor smiled, stood behind the four people, and said, "Sorry, I'm a follower."
Everyone has black lines on their foreheads.
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