Whether it was Tyrion and Varys, or Saint Matthew and Arya who had never been to this city, they were all legendary figures known by every household.
Just like in Journey to the West, when Tang Sanzang and the others traveled west, when Sun Wukong announced his name, a group of monsters immediately cried out in surprise, "The Horse Protector Wen who wreaked havoc in heaven five hundred years ago."
Little Devil Monkey Tyrion, Eight-Clawed Spider Varys, Holy Son Matthew, and Bloodfiend Arya were all famous.
Even the Hound with the least reputation was not completely unknown.
Therefore, when they arrived at the altar, there were immediately trade princes and Pentos royalty who came to welcome them.
The dwarf felt that since the princes were already on the altar, they were like fish on the chopping board. He could not let them sign for him today. Moreover, his stomach was indeed a little bloated. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he pulled Varys to the toilet in the palace at the side.
When the servants brought them away, Master Qizang explained his purpose for coming to everyone.
"The purpose of this trip is purely to spread the teachings of the Seven Gods. Therefore, when we pass by various cities, we also have plans to spread the name of the Seven Gods."
He was very frank, directly stating his request.
"Sirs, if you can make things easy for us, the church and I will be eternally grateful."
"Just wait, we definitely can't do it today." Among the trade princes, a dark-skinned fatty named Jacob shook his head and said.
The Pentos people all spoke Valleglia with an accent. It was not that they did not understand the common language (Westeros), but they were not as proficient as Jacob, who specialized in the brocade business of Westeros.
Master Qizang had never left the country before, and could only speak Advanced Valleglia. Therefore, the Pentos nobles chose to let Jacob receive the distinguished guests.
"When will the next princes be elected?" Master Qizang asked.
"About two months later. There is a set of strict rules and ceremonies for the election of princes."
Master Qizang was shocked. He also understood why his second disciple had said that at the docks.
"I can't wait two months. Can you make an exception? The matter of stamping the customs documents and building the temple of the Seven Gods does not necessarily require the prince's consent," he said.
"This sort of thing has to be done by a prince," Black Jacob said softly. "Could it be that Grandmaster Qizang doesn't understand the significance of what he is doing?"
"I am purely preaching, I have no other intentions." Qi Zang said sincerely.
"The seven gods coming to Pentos to plant their flag is equivalent to seizing the benefits of the other gods. Only the prince can take the blame for this.
If something really happened, they could just chop off his head and replace him with someone else.
But if we help you or reject you, the wrath of the Gods or the Dragon Queen will descend upon us. Do you understand what I say? "The dark-skinned Prince of Trade was quite frank.
Qi Zang also felt the other party's sincerity, so he changed his suggestion. "Can you delay it for a day and let the prince deal with my matter first before offering sacrifices to the gods?"
"Master, you said it yourself. This is a sacrifice to the gods!" The dark-skinned fatty said helplessly, "Not to mention a day, I can even delay it for a year. But won't the gods be angry? If this happened to the Holy Mother, she would also be angry, right? "
"No, the Holy Mother doesn't need a blood sacrifice." Grandmaster Qizang shook his head and said solemnly, "Our Church of the Seven Gods also doesn't interfere with the kingdom's internal affairs. The country belongs to the nobles and the king, and the faith and teachings belong to the seven gods."
"Hmm …" The fatty rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully, "This doctrine is not bad, but our God of Earth and Sea doesn't interfere with politics."
"He's going to kill the king, and he doesn't interfere with politics?" Qi Zang had a look of disbelief.
"The prince doesn't have much power and doesn't participate in Pentos' politics. How can sacrificing him be considered interfering in politics?" The fatty pointed at his chest. "Killing me will cause unrest in the country."
Qi Zang's expression was blank, and he couldn't refute that for a moment.
"Bah, this is a country of ghosts!" Hound spat, his eyes full of disdain as if he had seen a pile of feces.
"We don't have Deviant Ghosts here. Only you Westeros have them." The dark-skinned fatty laughed.
"Coming." Alea's eyes focused. Her figure flashed, and she appeared before Qi Zang with her right hand on her sword.
"What's coming?" The surrounding people were puzzled at first, but when they saw Erya's actions and cold eyes, they realized her identity as a Bloodseeker. They thought she was going to start a massacre again and retreated in fear.
Qi Zang didn't know what was going on at first, but he was a Level 2 Archangel after all. He soon sensed a sinister and greedy Divine Sense approaching from afar.
In Alea's vision, a bloody mist with golden threads surged from the depths of the sea. It was like a long tongue, coiling around the prince at the center of the altar.
He looked dejected, his face pale, and the light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit.
"Evil God!" Grandmaster Qizang couldn't help but tighten his grip on the Nine-Ringed Tin Blade, his eyes dark and gloomy.
Only Alea and Qi Zang had the perspective of the Shadow World. In the eyes of the others, everything on the altar was normal.
No, there were Transcendents here. Many of the Inner Circle's royals and Outer Circle's priests all had solemn expressions at this moment. They even bowed their heads in an unusually respectful manner.
They all knew what was happening.
At this moment, the hunchbacked priest finished chanting the sacrificial song. He stepped forward and let out a beast-like roar. He pulled out a dagger shaped like a dragon's tooth from his waist and slit the prince's throat.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and Arya could hear the sound of someone sucking in blood.
It wasn't an illusion. The god was enjoying his sacrifice.
"Should we slay the demon?" she asked softly.
Qi Zang hesitated. It was unknown whether he was talking to Alea or to himself. "This should be the guardian of the Pentosian city. The customs are different from place to place, and our main purpose is to preach —"
Before he could finish, his second disciple's wailing came from afar. "Master, not good! Elder Brother has been captured by the demon!"
"What?" Qi Zang was shocked.
The fat eunuch ran out of the white birch forest that separated the altar from the palace. His body was covered in dirt, and the smell of fermented manure could be smelled from afar.
"Tyrion was taking a dump in the latrine when a black hairy hand reached out from below, grabbed his penis, and pulled it down … The force was so strong that even the wooden floor around the latrine collapsed. It was horrible!"
The fat eunuch's fat face twisted. He clamped his legs together, as if he felt a soul-tearing pain from somewhere.
"It stinks. Did you fall into the latrine?" The people around covered their noses and backed away.
"Ah, I didn't fall into the latrine." Varys shook his head as he tried to pull Master Qi Zang away with his shit-stained hand. He quickly explained, "Tyrion was screaming like his heart was about to break. I saw him quickly sinking into the manure pit, so I tried to pull him away, but I was splashed with feces. Master, go save him! "
"How do you know it's a demon?" Qi Zang avoided his second disciple's claw and wondered, "Could it be that the latrine has been in disrepair for a long time and the floor is rotten? You should have called the guards immediately. "
"No, it's a demon! The demon grabbed his penis and pulled him down. I was also squatting beside the latrine, so it tried to grab me, but I missed. I'm a Water Dancer, after all. With a quick 'Snake Form Steps', I didn't even wipe my butt before scurrying out. I managed to escape. "
The fat eunuch was very excited and said while waving his hands.
"Maybe it's an assassin hiding in the latrine," Hound guessed.
"Before Tyrion was completely dragged into the latrine, he screamed 'Evil God' in fear, and then he sank down." The fat eunuch cried out.
The people around him had twisted faces and gulped.
"Evil God?!" Arya and Qi Zang's expressions changed. They suddenly turned around, and their eyes were cold. They no longer hesitated.
"Hey, demon, hand over my disciple!" Qi Zang shouted. He pulled out the gorgeous scabbard, and the nine-ringed monk staff instantly turned into a nine-ringed straight sword.
In front of the stunned eyes of the Pentos Trade Princes and the royal family, the Sorcerer shouted, "Brocade Holy Garment! Mighty Dragon of Heaven! "
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The two lapis lazuli stones on the brocade robe shone with a dazzling green light, turning into two green five-clawed dragons that circled around Qi Zang.
They were two Wind Elves.
Newton's laws completely lost effect on Qi Zang. It was as if there was a spring under his feet. He jumped lightly, and jumped four to five meters high, crossing seven to eight meters. While he was in the air, a circle of holy flames rose from his large blade.
"How dare you, demon! I want you to reveal your true form! "
Boom!
The blade seemed to have cut through the air, but the surrounding dark space began to tremble. Awooo ~
In the sky and at the bottom of the sea, painful howls sounded at the same time.
The howls in the air came from the souls. The monsters in the sea struggled fiercely, and their cries were like thunder. Water splashed more than ten meters, and there were traces of blood.
The huge water column landed on the altar and almost swept a few of the dumbstruck merchants into the sea.
"Save us, tsunami!" They shouted.
"Demon, you don't know your place, daring to harm people in front of me." Grandmaster Qi Zang cut through the Evil God's soul with one strike, and his movements didn't stop. His feet stepped on the air, and as if he was using qinggong, he jumped into the sea. While he was in the air, his right palm slapped down.
"Holy Mother Divine Palm, raise fire and burn the sky!"
The Little Gold Avatar that the Holy Mother gave him immediately appeared on his body, revealing a ten meter tall Holy Mother that looked like a Susanoo.
The Holy Mother's palm, which was even larger than a door, produced a sharp whistle in the air. Endless blacksmith's divine flames were contained within, and it slapped down on the head of the black figure rolling in the sea.
“BOOOOM!” The high temperature brought about a tsunami-like water vapor shockwave. A huge splash of water with a radius of ten meters surged on the surface of the sea, and the floating altar was on the verge of collapse.
"No ~" A horrifying soul howl spread in all directions, and then it suddenly stopped.
"So it's a crocodile!" Grandmaster Qi Zang's dignified voice came from below the altar.
A group of Pentos dignitaries who hadn't recovered from the shock walked to the edge of the altar in a daze, stuck their heads out, and looked down at the sea below. They saw that under the cliff more than twenty meters high, flames were blazing, and thick smoke was billowing. Grandmaster Qi Zang stood proudly on the belly of a giant crocodile.
The twenty-meter-long crocodile's belly was swollen, as if endless divine flames were burning in its internal organs, so much so that its belly was faintly transparent. A large amount of golden-red flames mixed with black smoke spewed out from its mouth, eyes, nostrils, anus, and other parts.
Grandmaster Qi Zang's staff was stuck in the crocodile's throat.
Oh, no, it was the nine-ringed broadsword.
However, no blood flowed out. What spurted out from the wound were clusters of flames, and the smell of burning drifted all the way to the altar above.
"Oh no, Psy God — chi!" In the Silence, the hunchbacked old priest who presided over the blood sacrifice ceremony was the first to react. Then he opened his mouth and wailed. The believers of Psy God around him also cried, but their cries soon turned into the sound of blood spurting out from their throats.
"Gods, what are you doing? The Bloodseeker has gone mad and is killing people! " Seeing Arya shuttling through the crowd like a phantom, cutting throats one after another, the dignitaries were scared out of their wits.
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