MTL - Final Priesthood-Chapter 379 Pantheon, Eleventh Throne

Chapter 379 Pantheon, Eleventh Throne

 Lu Yuan didn’t know much about Protector Lei, but he knew that he was a very well-groomed person.

 On weekdays, he always wears a neat suit, shiny leather shoes, and even his hair is carefully taken care of, looking like an old gentleman.

Now one of Protector Lei's eyes was gouged out.

Although he didn't say a word and his attitude towards Lu Yuan was considered respectful, the resentment revealed from his emotional fluctuations could not be hidden at all.

But it was a long way and I didn’t pay much attention to it.

You can't just ask him to comfort you with nice words.

Moreover, he felt that what the two Thunder Spider protectors needed most at the moment was not comfort.

  “Tell me about the specific situation.”

Lu Yuan briefly looked around at the hut in front of him, looking at the dust flying in the sunlight that came through the cracks in the earthen window.

Protector Spider glanced at Protector Thunder, and then said quickly: "We followed the emperor's order and followed the clues left by the evil emperor of the previous generation in the handbook to find Jiasha.

Following the clues along the way, we found a local indigenous tribe in Jiasha that believed in Quetzalcoatl.

Then the entrance to the secret realm of the Evil Emperor's treasure was successfully discovered at the indigenous tribe's sacrificial place.

—

 After discussion, a few of us chose to follow the advice of the Flesh Protector and enter the secret realm.

 The result was unexpected, and the ‘Heart of Quetzalcoatl’ that Emperor wanted was obtained not far from the entrance of the secret realm.

Unexpectedly, not long after we came out, we encountered a group of powerful people who started to hunt us down.

 The back is what the emperor sees now."

When the Spider Guardian mentioned the chase, a trace of fear appeared in his gray eyes unconsciously. It seemed that the experience of being chased before had really left a big psychological shadow on him.

“Where is the ‘Heart of Quetzalcoatl’ now?”

Lu Yuan asked calmly.

  “On the body of the flesh protector and his party.

　　We separated the team while escaping, and they should still be in the rainforest where they discovered the entrance to the secret realm of the Evil Emperor's treasure."

 “How were the others doing while you were separated?”

When the Spider Protector heard these words, he was silent for a moment, and then said: "The Snake Protector and the Bear Protector were taken away, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

besides"

 “Old Lin is dead.”

The Eagle Protector, who was standing beside Lu Yuan, continued gloomily, "I watched with my own eyes as he was beaten to pieces with a palm, and no flesh and blood remained.

If it weren’t for Lao Lin, I would have escaped with more than just one missing arm."

Lu Yuan’s eyes moved slightly, and he slowly retracted his gaze to observe Chen Mi.

The grabbing, fleeing, the whereabouts of the "heart of the snake" are unknown, and Lin Hufa died in the hands of another group who came to win the treasure.

That Protector Lin with a horse face.

Every day he stood in front of the knife noodle shop across the street from his house and yelled. Every time he saw him, he had a flattering look on his face, showing off his hawk-like appearance. A few days ago, he even vowed to come over and help him. He kept an eye on these people who were doing things for him honestly. Protector Lin is dead.

 Speak.

The clues to Quetzalcoatl's heart were originally provided by him.

Lu Yuanyuan didn’t say anything. There was a brief silence in the small room, and there was an indescribable stagnation in the atmosphere.

After a moment, Lu Yuan spoke again with calm eyes: "So, do you know the origin of the group of people who are chasing you?"

 This time it was not the Spider Protector who answered.

But Protector Lei, who had been silent all this time, raised a hand and slowly carved on the earthen wall on one side of the hut.

 As the loess fell, a pattern appeared in front of Lu Yuan.

  —

Countless spikes protruding upward, forming mountains and resembling the outline of a throne.

Above the mountains is a huge palm, with densely packed fingers spread apart, and each finger is burning with a flame.

After the entire pattern was carved, Lu Yuan heard Protector Lei’s voice ringing lowly in the hut.

 “They call themselves.”

"Pantheon."

 “Everything ancient is coming back to life.”

 “Those gods who had gone far away, slept, and died, all returned one by one.”

“The gods will surely regain their lost glory in the past. Of course, this will take a long process.”

 “We are the first to hear the oracles of the gods.”

 “It’s a great honor, isn’t it?”

 “Honorable Eleventh Throne of Mosa.”

Deep in the rain forest, on a high gray-white pyramid, a man wrapped tightly in a large black robe spoke softly in an almost whispering manner.

Beside him, stood a tall man with a strong physique and a burly posture.

 The man is about two and a half meters tall, and his arms are thicker than the thighs of an average adult man.

He has thick blond hair like a lion's mane. His appearance cannot be seen clearly. His face is covered by a platinum mask with exquisite patterns. Only a pair of silver-gray eyes can be seen under the mask.

The blond man wearing a platinum mask listened to the description of the man in black robe, his eyes did not waver at all.

His hands were always behind his back, and his eyes fell below the pyramid, and he said calmly: "Your Pantheon organization has been established for less than two months. Even if you want to cooperate with our Mosa, you should be a vassal." , rather than letting us opt in."

"Oh no no no." The man in black robe immediately shook his head and replied seriously: "The origin of the Pantheon can be traced back to ancient times, and it has existed much longer than our Mosa.

It’s just that we leave with the departure of all gods, sleep with the sleep of all gods, and return with the return of all gods.

 We represent the gods.

 I am the gods! "

 When he said the last sentence, the man in black robe suddenly raised one of his arms.

His arms are white and slender, as beautiful as a woman's arms.

 In this beautiful palm, there is a black crystal ball the size of a fist, which looks like an exquisite handicraft.

The crystal ball contains a mountain of thorns and iron thorns, and a strange big hand on the mountain is open, with flames solidified on each finger.

The blond man was unmoved by the black-robed man's words, "It's natural to say what you say with your lips.

 Cooperation ultimately relies on strength. "

 “Haven’t you seen my strength, the Eleven Thrones, before?”

The man in black robe smiled.

 The blond man shook his head, "It's not enough."

The blond man looked down at his wrist.

He wore a precious watch studded with diamonds on his hairy arm.

“You have less than two hours, if you haven’t found your way to the Heart of Quetzalcoatl yet.

Then I'm sorry and I'll take action.

 At that time, the only people who tried to stand in front of me were enemies. "

 The slight laughter of the man in black robe came from under the black robe.

At this time, a large number of snakes, insects, rats, ants, and various birds and animals rushed out of the rainforest in front of them.

These wild animals living in the rain forest quickly came to the pyramid, and they all made different neighing sounds from their mouths.

The man in black robe tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to the voices conveyed by these creatures.

 After a moment, he waved his hand to disperse the creatures, turned to the blond man and said, "Found it."

 After speaking, the man in black robe slightly raised the black crystal ball in his hand.

 In the black crystal ball, several clusters of flames were silently ignited and lit up.

 There are mysterious fluctuations spreading out from the top of the pyramid.

 Not long after, figures emerged from the bottom of the pyramid.

Nearly all of these figures have wings on their backs, and are huge and ferocious.

 The whole body is covered with bright and mottled scales, and there are sharp bone spurs at the joints.

 Looking like the abyssal demon race in ancient myths and legends.

 The first two of them.

 One looks somewhat like a bear, with blue flames burning on its body.

The other one was shrouded in thick dark green mist, and hissing and spitting sounds like snakes were constantly coming out of his mouth.

 “Go.”

The man in black robe waved his hand and said lightly: "Bring back those few escaping little bugs and bring them back to the embrace of the gods."

 A group of terrifying creatures with wings on their backs made a sound that sounded like a response, then quickly rushed into the rain forest and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After doing all this, the man in black robe smiled and said to the blond man beside him: "Soon, the Eleven Thrones will be able to see the heart of Quetzalcoatl that you want to see."

As he spoke, the man in black couldn't help but sigh.

This sentence seems to be talking to oneself.

“When the gods return, all creatures in the world will be their faithful believers.

But now, every high-quality seed deserves to be cherished and put to good use.”

The blond man's face was expressionless, but he made a faint sneer from under the platinum mask.

 “Arhat threw down the monument!”

In the rain forest, a huge white shadow suddenly rushed out of the dense forest.

Countless snow-white fats all over its body are tumbling like waves, with a terrifying momentum, but its movements are as nimble as a civet cat.

The flesh protector struck out hard with a pair of big palm-like hands.

The hands suddenly expanded several times in mid-air, becoming like two real white jade tablets.

With unparalleled momentum, he slapped heavily on the head of a huge and ferocious beast in front of him.

"Snapped!"

This beast that dominates the rainforest received a blow from the Flesh Guardian, and its huge head was smashed into pieces, and its red and white brains sputtered out like watermelon juice.

 The Flesh Protector slapped the beast to death with two palms without any delay.

Grabbed the carcass of the beast, opened its big mouth and started to gnaw it.

His teeth were like fine steel knives, tearing off large chunks of flesh and blood with just a few clicks, swallowing them whole without chewing them.

 (End of this chapter)