Yama Rising Chapter 957: : The Pyramid of the Sun (2)

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The high priest at the door was stunned, then suddenly looked at the altar, and rushed over frantically.

The men and women behind him also appeared momentarily sluggish, and then, like the high priest, they rushed to the altar like crazy and knelt down. Excessive excitement made their face muscles tremble, the ghost fire burned two meters high, and their hands clasped together extremely religiously, desperately chanting.

"...My lord, my sun...I am willing to dedicate you with bones, blood and soul, please respond to my begging! I will treat you as the only one..."

Wow... the door that opened slammed shut. The three Yinling souls were beating, chanting the psychic prayer, while secretly feeling the power to respond to the caller.

What state is it?

Don't just come to an earl, at least a marquis! Only the Marquis can speak at the top of each country!

However, as soon as the three of them stretched out their consciousness, their whole bodies trembled instantly, crawling on the ground like ants, and they couldn't finish the prayers.

The vastness is like the sea, and the magnificent is like a border.

"This, what kind of insane difference is this!?" The high priest's soul almost screamed because of the sudden shock, but at the same time, a feeling of rejoicing suddenly rushed up. Biting his lip, even if the scene was too large to imagine, he wanted to do his best to see what monster he had summoned.

It's not just him, the other two men and women are the same. However, this yin energy is far beyond the limit of their contact. Just raised their heads, and with a bang, the three heads all knocked on the floor.

"Too strong...too strong!!" The ritual's fingers were almost digging into the floor tiles, and the pores all over his body were stretched: "This... is probably the Marquis! Even the Marquis of Hua Guo responded to us!" /

"It's worth trying so long! We still have hope...we still have hope of survival!"

"The Queen of Pluto gave up us, but the world's death **** did not!"

Swipe la la...In the yin vortex, Qin Ye held his hands and did not move his feet, as ghosts floated out. The moment it stepped out, the entire golden hall trembled fiercely.

He glanced around leisurely, and couldn't help but tsk.

What is going on here?

It is obviously decorated in Inca or Aztec style, but there are various cups, tea sets, and some small objects of Chinese style. And the person who summoned him is not even a ghost?

"Raise your head." He said lightly.

In fact, what he really wants to say is: Shurima, your emperor is back...

But... I feel ashamed after becoming the Hades...

As soon as the Yin Qi from all directions receded, the male and female Yin Spirits were still trembling. However, the high priest clenched his teeth and looked up into Qin Ye's eyes.

Qin Ye was slightly stunned.

The other person's eyes are not afraid, there is no worry, only the determination to spare everything, and the ecstasy in panic.

This is... was driven to a dead end, seeing hope... how could it appear on Yin Ling?

"Your Excellency." The high priest said hoarsely and tremblingly: "I am the rebel sacrificial priest Wanpannot. I am...very honored to meet you. Dare, dare to ask how you should be called?"

I am actually fluent in Chinese.

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows: "Hua Guo, Qin Yanluo."

Boom! As soon as the voice fell, the male and female Yinlings were already weakened and limp on the ground, their mouths wide open like a fish on the shore, trying their best to breathe the air. The high priest stayed in place.

In their minds, there is only the answer just now.

Hua Guo... Yan Luo...

Yam...Yam? Is it really Yama? !

The **** of death at the top of the world's food chain? !

A few seconds later, the high priest immediately reacted, knocked a few heads suddenly, choked and said: "Welcome to Yama!"

"My horse, notify the leader immediately

, to welcome you with the highest specifications! "

"No hurry." Qin Ye said thoughtfully, pacing slowly: "Rebels? Are you the New World...the ghosts who can't survive?"

For a Yama, any sentence in front of outsiders will be clearly interpreted. The words "cannot live" seem to have vaguely revealed the other side's position. The high priest's wildfire flashed and was about to speak. The silver-haired woman raised her head firmly and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes! Your lord!"

"The New World Underworld... now is a hell! The eagle warriors are catching the souls of the New World natives everywhere! After taking them to the Underworld, none of them came back! We, we can no longer survive!!"

Resistance Army... Qin Ye closed his eyes, and some memories immediately appeared in his mind.

In the Philippines, when he caught Rebis, the other party said that New World had contact with them. The ghosts who couldn’t survive formed a resistance army...

His gaze fell on the surrounding Huaguo small objects. He still remembered that Rebis said that the other party had purchased a lot of artifacts related to the Huaguo government. So... is it going to be the last fight, to summon the Outland Hades?

He nodded slightly at night: "Is there a ghost named Benson Jin in you."

If I remember correctly, Ben Senkin came forward with the snakehead deal with Rebis, although the other party mentioned it once.

"My lord..." The priest gritted his teeth and said: "That, that is our leader..."

That's it.

Qin Ye didn't speak, he paced slowly, and with every time he settled, even if there was almost no sound, the three ghosts and ghosts on the scene jumped wildly.

In this kind of depressed waiting, Qin Ye finally said: "You are lucky."

"These broken coppers and irons can be summoned in a district of Philadelphia at most. The king is there. Let’s say, what do you beg for."

The male and female suddenly looked at the high priest, and the other side bowed their heads respectfully again, almost crying and said: "Indian descendants... a total of 120,000 ghosts... apply for politics/asylum..."

Before Qin Ye could speak, his head was already deeply against the gold on the floor, his white hair was shaking, and he said hoarsely and humblely: "Please..."

Qin Ye did not respond.

Actually, after knowing that the opponent was a rebel, he understood what the opponent was thinking.

Summoning high-ranking foreign servants has no other purpose except seeking political/asylum. But...Politics/Refuge is not just a touch of mouth.

Political asylum means that a country allows foreigners who are wanted or prosecuted by their country of origin for political reasons and requesting political/asylum, allowing them to enter, stay and protect them, and reject their country's government request for extradition.

To put it simply, he nodded, and Hua Guo would be responsible for these people. Regardless of whether it is Xiuloter, Apche, or Miktran Kushwati who is going to extradite them, he must say no. And these ghosts...obviously, they are the little desserts of the Hades and the Empress of Hades.

But!

There is another reason. He hardly hesitated and nodded and said: "Let the people who can decide the matter come in. This king will not leave here."

"Yes!!!"

The sacrifice and entourage left. In less than ten minutes, the door opened gently. There were five people, wearing brown linen shirts and trousers, with a red head wrapped around their heads, and a feather erected behind them—this is a typical Indian style. Walked in immediately.

They didn't walk too fast, as if trying to maintain their own face. However, when I saw the man standing in the dim sacrificial hall, the man with his back facing them, wearing a black dark-patterned dragon robe, black hair shawl, and a white jade crown, still almost weakened his legs and couldn't walk. .

Yam...This is the real Yama!

Just now the high priest rushed in like crazy and told everyone the news, they couldn't believe it.

These so-called magical instruments are just attempts, actually

... actually recruited the real Yama?

Even if Qin Ye didn't let out a trace of yin air now, but when they stepped into this hall, they felt... as if they were being stared at by something terrifying. Yan Luo, these two words at the top of the food chain in the underworld are not at all intimidating by not letting go.

The headed man, about forty years old, is full of vicissitudes. It looked like an identification, but in fact, the hands were tightly clasped together, his breathing was straight, and he stepped mechanically until he reached Qin Ye. Then he knelt down, putting his hands together respectfully: "Meet Qin Yanluo..."

On this kneeling, I realized that my joints were all rattling. This is a sequelae of being too nervous.

In the lonely space, very crisp.

However, this is not funny, because the other four leaders are the same. Even... after some of their heads were lowered, they never dared to raise them again.

"Flat body." Qin Ye leaned back and raised his hand: "Sit down and talk."

A soft yin air lifted up all the yin spirits. The man in the lead stunned suddenly, and then realized that he was so excited that he had forgotten to move the table and chairs!

"My lord..." His voice trembled: "I, we are here..."

Before the words fell, a cloud of anger made them turn around. Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes were dull.

Just before their eyes, a round table with six positions on top of the golden floor did not know when. And the figure with the back body is already sitting on the main seat!

"You don't need to be polite." Qin Ye nodded. The five Yin Ling glanced, gritted their teeth, moved over, and sat down with a sign diagonally.

"My king knows what you mean." After a brief silence, Qin Ye slowly said, "It's not impossible."

Swipe!

All five ghost fires on the scene ignited.

Even if the other party asked them, they didn't ask their names... even if the other party's sense of being superior was so obvious. But... it doesn't matter!

Isn't Yan Luo Mianxia as it should be?

And the other party... as soon as the other party spoke, he gave them a bright future!

No one dared to breathe. Before they came, they had imagined countless plans that could impress the other party, but now they hadn't come out, and the other party nodded. They were afraid that they would shatter this dream with a breath.

Qin Ye's voice echoed in the hall: "Not only that, I know that I can give you the status of ghosts of the Chinese nation. Let you enjoy the same benefits, the same obligations and powers. But..."

"I have a condition."

No one spoke. Only the burning ghost fire expressed the other's desire.

Qin Ye licked his lips and said calmly: "You need to dispatch the most elite troops to help me... do one thing in the next few days."

"This matter is very dangerous. The ghosts who go there have little chance of surviving. But I promise in the name of Yama of China that I can accept all your asylum applications. The ghosts who survived even joined The Chinese army has the right to hold high-level positions."

Without waiting for everyone to speak, he waved his hand and said: "There is no free lunch in the world. Otherwise...why does this king risk offending the two kings and queens to help you escape the new world?"

"Is it dead or alive, I will give you half a day to think about it. This king is waiting for you here."

Yes...this is his goal!

The resistance must have an army, Rebis said, they buy weapons. In addition...if there is no army, why should they escape again and again in the hands of the eagle fighters?

This...is the best helper!

In the final Reaper script...the dead man who helped him hide from the sky!

Is it cruel?

Perhaps.

But in this world, there has never been a pie from heaven. If you want to apply for asylum in China, just touch it with your mouth?

The nationality of the Chinese government is not so cheap yet.