Power and Empire Chapter 2541: Boom (21)

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Please enter the text "Boom Rumble"

Strips of blue thunderbolts, like winding earthworms, swiftly climb across the sky

Rain water poured down from the clouds, and the road turned into a river in an instant. The rain was blown by the strong wind. The trees on both sides of the road were pressed by the downpour so that they could only bend down low and looked overwhelmed. It’s like, under heavy rain, everything in the world can’t be avoided,

"Wow" is used to reflect the long **** of the majestic temple, which has become the hardest hit area at this moment, like a layer of waterfalls. The water rushes down happily, making a sound like a torrent, and the low stepped bases , It turned into a stream of water in the blink of an eye, and the solemn and holy sacrificial robes of the low-level temple attendants standing on both sides of the steps were already wet by rain

These apprentices ran back and forth in the rain, moving all kinds of decorations that were originally placed outside the temple back to the temple with painstaking effort. There was not much embarrassment on each face, but an excitement. Look,

Under such heavy rain, the opening ceremony of the temple is naturally unstoppable, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the temple personnel, because in the eyes of the temple people, no matter how you look at it, the temple’s The significance is extraordinary, because it is the first temple on the southern European continent. It spreads the doctrine of the sky temple to every region, and it is the goal that every sky priest pursues for life, and the current sky temple, early It is no longer the small religion that snailed on an island in Salander, but the super sect that has spread to half of the empire as the empire expands.

"I know that both you and Nilai think that it is inappropriate for me to leave the temple headquarters at this time. I retracted my frowning gaze from the window. The eyes of the high priest of the Sky Temple Palschena flickered. The snow-white sacrificial robe is wrapped around his beautiful body. The arms are white like a piece of gentle jade, without any blemishes, and like clear spring water, clear and not stained with the slightest mundane dust. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update The 30-year-old woman in the novel by the novel is like a faint and gorgeous after the blooming flowers, with a gesture, a gesture, a glance up, and a look back, touching,

"But I want to tell you that I'm here not just for the opening ceremony of the first temple in the south. You should be familiar with this book," Palschenna paused. White hands took out a thick paper book, the book looks very old, the whole is a light yellow-brown,

When I saw this book, the fat man’s pupils shrank a little, and his face nodded strangely, saying, "Yes, of course I know it. This is what I gave you."

"Then you should have found out. The Old Salanian used in the Prophet’s diary is actually seven to eight points similar to Fazer, and Fazer was founded when the country was founded by the ancestors of Salander. The time to flee across the sea, so I want to come to confirm this personally, if the Gusarand script is really Southern Obaro script, then..." Palschenna suddenly felt energetic. The radiant face on the beautiful face looks nothing like Nile’s frustration in the letter,

"I know what you want to say, even if the ancestors of the Salanders were southern Europeans, "the fat man shrugged his shoulders indiscriminately", so what? They are all survivors who fled north, they are southern Europeans. What is the difference between the Luo people or the Nordic Barrow people?"

"I knew that you could understand this diary. Back in Salander, I didn't think your interest in the Prophet Ferran was inferior to me."

Unexpectedly, when he heard the fat man’s persuasion, Palschenna’s eyes were full of excitement, and she walked up to the fat man gracefully with a look of inexplicable excitement on her face and said, “I’m the biggest in my life. His wish is to follow the footsteps of the prophet. I did not expect that when I was about to leave office. There was still such a chance before me. I was surprised at first, how could you suddenly become so interested in Fei Zeyu? Same, please tell me, is Prophet Ferran a Southern European?"

"Well, you guessed it wrong. Prophet Ferran is neither a Southern European Baro nor a Nordic Baro, but an adventurer who suddenly appeared on the fleeing fleet"" said the fat man, sighing "Sometimes it’s not a joy to know the truth, and it’s not better to bury the best in your heart

The fat man took a deep breath and said, "You’re right. The reason why I have such a passion for Fazeryu is actually because I discovered this. Frankly speaking, when I saw Fazeryu, my heart The shock is not under you. I have read the Diary of the Prophet Ferran, and I only guessed part of it. Most of the others are confused. I always thought it was Old Salan, but in Fazer, I suddenly found the so-called The ancient Salandar is basically a kind of script on the west coast of South Europe. My thoughts were the same as you at the time. I thought that the ancestors of Salander should be the people of South Europe."

"But the fact is that Prophet Ferran, in fact, was not a person who fled from the west coast at all, but a "fat man who suddenly appeared in the fleeing fleet and said something shocking" in the diary. , It can be seen that the Prophet Ferran himself is very at a loss. According to my understanding, this guy is 100% from another world. For unknown reasons, he happened to be passed on to the desperate fleet that had just encountered a storm. In order to survive, he had to guide him. The fleet headed north, and finally the fleet arrived at Salander. Fehran was also erected and called the prophet because of the need of the Salander royal family to unite everyone.

"It’s not difficult to understand why he was respected as a prophet by everyone, but when he was suppressed by the royal power, no one stood up to support him, because he was erected by the royal family at all. What was needed went in the opposite direction, so I was tragically exiled and history was covered up!"

"No, what you said is not true"

After listening to the fat man’s explanation, Palschenna trembled slightly, her pretty face turned gray, and the hand holding the leather book of the Prophet’s diary became pale because of the force. The fat man knew that he was in the heart of the high priest of the sky temple. , I have always been proud of the Prophet Ferran as a Salander, but now, I have to tell her that the Prophet of the Sky is not a Salander. For a high priest of the sky who has been pious throughout his life, what is this? Cruel!

The fat man smiled helplessly at the corner of his mouth. Prophet Feilan is definitely not a person of this era. In the diary written by Prophet Feilan himself, apart from being confused and angry with the royal family, there are many things that shouldn’t be there. This Such things must be kept in a high degree of confidentiality. Even the part that is sent to the Imperial Arms Research Institute for research is actually only excerpted from the Diary of the Prophet Ferran. It is because of the lack of many important explanations that the weapons research institute is making very slow progress.

Because machinery is difficult to solve even if there is a physical reference and no learning of mechanical principles. This kind of thing is like solving a mystery. The real thing in front of you is a huge maze. What's inside? Operation, how to promote, and how to use various parts are completely blank for most researchers who are still in the age of forging craftsmen. The researchers of the empire are like standing at a fork in the road, and there is a gap in front of them. There are hundreds of forks in the road, but only one is correct. Many times, everyone can only rely on luck to hit! This is personal luck, but also national luck! After nearly two years of analysis, the first steam engine of the empire is nearing completion

"The future may be far away, but it may also be like a shooting star, just in the blink of an eye, cherishing the present, is mastering the future!" The fat man came to Palschenna and hugged the beautiful high priest with his arms, soft and amazing Slender waist, read a sentence that made Palschenna’s eyes bright

"This is?" The beautiful high priest hesitated.

"This is what you have always wanted to decipher, the inscription written on the first page of the Diary of the Prophet of Ferran, "Fatty said, "After you learn Fei Ze, you can parse it yourself, but there is one thing, In addition to these, the other things in this book must not be spread outside! If you really can’t stand it, it’s best to destroy it. Prophet Ferran was once a great man, advocating equality under the sky, but In the state of exile all the year round~IndoMTL.com~ For the Salanders he once helped, as well as those who betrayed him, the content in the diary will inevitably be a bit extreme!"

"I understand"

Parskina’s white shell-like teeth bit her lips, and you can see how much the fate of the Prophet Ferran stayed in the descendants of the kingdom, and how much the revered Ferran clan hates the entire Salander. Strong, and the root of this hatred comes from the prophet of the sky

"I heard that you are having some trouble? Do you need me to solve it?"

The fat man stretched out his hand and held Palschenna's pretty Qiong nose, his cheeks were slightly dizzy, and his exhaled lips were like orchids. He was even more tempting to kiss him. He used to consider being a half mentor and half. The identity of the Sky High Priest, but now, Palschenna’s position in the Sky Temple will soon be automatically cancelled due to her age, and this layer of separation will no longer be used

"There are some troubles. The main reason is that the candidate for the new high priest has not been decided yet. Some people have proposed that the current saint will succeed the high priest. I disagree, so I took refuge in the south." Palschenna's face flashed After a haze, he glanced at the fat man with a bit of sadness, and said coldly, "Although the choice of a commoner saint weakens the power of the original noble priest, the non-rule and greed of the commoner faction is actually not inferior to the nobleman, the priest of the sky. It has a history of more than two hundred years, and there has been a relatively stable model for a long time. In this model, even if it is

"If this is the problem, then there is no need to worry." The corner of the fat man's mouth laughed. "Because the empire has no plan to continue the existence of the high priest, the sky temple after the scriptures has no high priest, only a spiritual symbol Saint, the practice of the sect is handled by the priests of the various regions designated by the empire, and you are the last high priest" (to be continued.)

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