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Volume Three, Chapter 323: Ceremony of Passing the Throne

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    Chapter 323: Ceremony of Passing the Throne

    (Someone has clearly written an outline and listed the things to be explained, but he just doesn¡¯t want to write)

    The huge Dragon Temple, when viewed from the front, looks like a giant dragon opening its huge mouth. The entire Dragon Temple is made of dragon bones.  Longmian Highlands was once the battlefield of ancient dragons. Although many of the people who died here were sub-dragons and hybrid dragons, there were also some real dragon corpses. And this huge dragon temple looks like  A complete giant dragon skull. The largest dragon Yao Yan has ever seen is the Black Dragon King. Compared with this skeleton, the Black Dragon King is not enough. Only one skull is enough to hold the Black Dragon King. Yao Yan  I began to wonder, what level of dragon bones are these, or are they simply carved out of stone?  So the dragon knights of the Dragon Worship Cult saw Yao Yan standing at the entrance and began to study the huge teeth. From the look on his face, he seemed to be planning to break one off and take it back.

    "Ahem, President Yao Yan!" Andy coughed next to him. This guy still doesn't know who he is. As the highest status being present, many people are waiting for him to enter the Dragon Temple.  Good to start the ceremony.

    "Oh Andy, whose bone does this dragon bone belong to?" Yao Yan is definitely a typical example of not being ashamed to ask. Andy rolled his eyes. This kind of common sense question can be answered by just asking any mercenary. Are you really?  Is it God?  Isn¡¯t God omniscient and omnipotent?

    "This is the father of our great eight-winged dragon god, the skeleton of the true dragon god. The true dragon god fell in the ancient battle to protect thousands of our people, and made a great wish to protect him forever.  Thousands of our people" Andy said piously, in fact, this entire holy mountain is the condensed power of the True Dragon God. Except for the exposed skull, the spine and limbs of the True Dragon God  , right in this holy mountain.

    Yao Yan nodded, but he couldn't understand in his heart. According to traditional thinking, shouldn't the great holy mountain be inviolable?  After all, like Jeremiah, the entire mountain should be carved into the image of a giant dragon, and Jeremiah's followers lived under the holy mountain.

    "It's a skeleton" Another person without common sense suddenly drooled, "If you give such a skeleton to the old lich"

    "Ahem." One of the more sensible and normal people coughed to cover up his words. Jacob took a step forward, grabbed Yao Yan, and said, "Let's go quickly, the Pope must still be there."  Waiting for us."

    Seeing that someone had taken care of this difficult guy, Andy breathed a sigh of relief. He had been working as a tour guide to help introduce this and that, but he was very busy. Among these guys, the one with the most destructive power seemed to be  Not Yao Yan.  With lingering fear, Andy turned around and took a peek at the calf who was crunching some fruit. He suddenly remembered what the calf had done just now to plant a tree on the roadside. This was a holy mountain and the father of the Eight-Winged Dragon God.  , the bones of the True Dragon God, how can it be considered such a blasphemy?

    For Xiao Niutou, planting trees is equal to having sex. This is a habit, and it doesn't bother him at all. But if he is really allowed to have sex here, I am afraid that the Dragon Worship Cult will have to fight against the current limelight.  The vigorous Thunder-Zhan Guild went straight to war.

    The opponent has two gods coming together. Although the Eight-Winged Dragon God is very powerful, can he win?

    Thinking of this, Andy cast a grateful look at Xiute. He had always wondered why such talented people like Yao Yan were surrounded by relatively mediocre Xiute, Nest and others.  Now he knows that each of these guys has its own meaning. Nestor is a secretive guy, but Shute and others they are ordinary people with common sense and normal thinking. With them here, this  This group of guys didn't cause any serious trouble.

    "The dead old man" From the dragon's mouth, he walked into the main hall of the Dragon Temple. In the voice of the calf head muttering: "Why don't you close your mouth and eat me?" Yao Yan raised his head and saw  Moving upward, with the support of Verdias, the white-haired and wrinkled Pope stood up tremblingly and took two steps down.  Yao Yan suddenly exclaimed, and with one step, he seemed to have crossed the space instantly and appeared in front of the Pope, reaching out to support him.

    As a god with space godhood, the ability to cross space at short distances seems to be the only benefit, and he can use his cool skills at any time.  In fact, relatively powerful mages and other professionals who have surpassed their own limits and entered the demigod level can also do this. However, because of Yao Yan's identity, he used this trick, which immediately attracted discussions and flattery from the people watching below.  The words are flowing.

    "Look, this is the method of gods. Crossing space, tut tut" Amid the mutterings of the crowd, Yao Yan reached out and grabbed the Pope's wrist. The place where he touched it felt as rough as withered grass.  ??, Yao Yan felt as if the Pope was no longer a living person, it was simply a skeleton wrapped in skin.

    Yao Yan raised his head and looked at the Pope. Under the Pope's white beard and white eyebrows, the withered and skeleton-like face made Yao Yan feel bitter in his heart. It could be seen that the Pope's face had been put on simple makeup.  A faint blush, a fallen beard, a high crown, and a loose robe covered the old man's nearly exhausted body.

    "Why is this happening?" When they put their hands together, Yao Yan felt that there was a force stirring in the Pope's body, swallowing up his strength and vitality.

    "Dedicate everything to the Eight-Winged Dragon God. This is my mission. Now it's time for me to fulfill my mission." The Pope whispered. He stretched out his other hand with difficulty and patted Yao gently.  Yan grabbed the palm of his arm. The dry palm was even more strange compared to Yao Yan's palm that was full of youthful vitality and exuded the youthful luster unique to young people.

    Verdias lowered his head and endured the pain and reluctance in his heart. Every pope will die quickly after resigning from office, because as a pope, the greatest role is to serve as a container for the power of the Eight-Winged Dragon God.  , and as a human being, the power of the Eight-Winged Dragon God is so great that it will break after being used a few times.

    And this is because the pope himself is very powerful. If he were a weaker person, his body would completely collapse after just one attack.  At least Yao Yan has never seen the president of Demon Dragon again.

    "What power and status are just trivial compensation for this loss. Yao Yan finds it hard to believe that there are still people who would deliberately strive for this position.

    For example, Andy.

    Does he really know what he is fighting for?

    "So, you are of no use to the Eight-Winged Dragon God now?" Yao Yan asked, "He will kick you off and replace you with a new puppet?"

    Yao Yan's voice was not loud, but those who were interested were frightened. Yao Yan glanced back. There were many powerful people who were shocked when they heard Yao Yan's words. In the entire hall, the discussion that had just started suddenly stopped.  , it was quiet.

    Some people had doubts in their eyes, some were shocked, some were expressionless, and some even lowered their heads to cover up their emotional fluctuations.

    Yao Yan has only seen the arrival of the Eight-Winged Dragon God once, and what descended into Andy's body was indeed the power of the Eight-Winged Dragon God, but it was the Pope's consciousness.

    But the demon dragon is completely different. The demon dragon is indeed his own consciousness.

    Since then, Yao Yan has felt strange. Later he understood that in fact, the power of the Eight-Winged Dragon God and the power of the entire Demonic Network are actually managed by the Pope. The power of the Eight-Winged Dragon God  , in fact, it came to the Pope first, and then to Andy.

    "I want to see the Eight-Winged Dragon God." Yao Yan let go of the Pope's hand, stared into his cloudy eyes, and said, "I'm here to give him a gift."

    "After the succession is completed, I will take you there." The Pope whispered, "The Eight-Winged Dragon God also wants to see you."

    The entire succession ceremony was boring to Yao Yan. There were only two chairs in the entire hall. One was for the Pope to sit on, and the other was placed on the side. Yao Yan was sitting on it. They were originally helping Nest.  A chair was prepared, but Nest refused and stood beside Yao Yan with the others.

    Looking at those tedious procedures, watching the Pope stand up with the support of Verdias, and put the laurel crown symbolizing power on Andy's head.

    Then, Verdias supported the Pope and stood aside, watching many senior leaders of the Dragon Cult salute Andy, while Bishop Rand stood in the usual position of Verdias.

    This is a change of power, but what does power mean in this world?  In the face of absolute power, power is just a clown to be played with.  Power is just an add-on to strength. It is so easy to lose or gain.

    Verdias helped the Pope leave the hall. Yao Yan also stood up and followed him. Others followed suit. Even Xiute and Catherine, who had always been polite, followed. They respected the Pope himself.  , but not the Dragon Worship Cult.

    In the apse, the Pope sat down, panting violently, and his chest rising and falling, showing how weak the old man was.  Yao Yan stepped forward. Although he was not very good at treatment, his ability "Resuscitation String" could infuse life into people who had lost their vitality. This power was activated after he became the master of the magic network.  , but easier.

    ??A steady stream of power belonging to the magic network nourishes the Pope's dry body, but the Pope shakes his head and says: "It's useless." The Pope's body is like a funnel,No matter how much power enters, it will flow away and cannot be contained at all. He looked at Yao Yan with a wry smile and said: "I can't do it anymore. I am very happy to see you. It's a pity that you can't be the holy son of the Dragon Worship Cult.  .¡±

    "What's the good thing about being a Holy Son?" Yao Yan looked at the old man in front of him, "After all these years, have you never regretted it?"

    Have you ever regretted it?  How can it be?  But will it be useful in the end?  There is no way to start over.

    "Take me to see the Eight-Winged Dragon God. I brought a gift, but now, I want to make a deal."
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