Chapter 59: An unfair beginning

The passage of time does not change with any will.

The heavy snow that had been falling for seven consecutive days finally stopped. The hazy sky revealed a blue smile. Although the thick snow would not melt in a short period of time, the city of Tormond soon became lively and prosperous again.

Because the New Year's Day is here.

The four seasons are reincarnated and the old and the new are alternating. The New Year Festival is an extremely important festival for any intelligent race on the mainland. Whether it is the warm southern elves, the rich eastern human territory, or the northern Bimon Kingdom, there will be grand celebrations for this.

In big cities like Tormond, every New Year's Day, all the residents of the city leave their homes and take to the streets, singing and dancing to celebrate the New Year and praying for the protection of the gods.

Those nobles will temporarily put aside their reserve and celebrate the festival with the civilians.

This is also the first New Year that Leon will spend after coming to this world, but before that, he has more important things to complete.

The day before the New Year Festival, the temple hall.

The towering temple stands on the top of the mountain, representing the supreme authority of the gods. Usually, it is basically not open to ordinary people, but today it accommodates thousands of outsiders.

Two hundred and thirty-five beast warriors who completed the trial mission, plus three times the relatives and friends of the worship, as well as temple priests, kingdom garrisons, representatives of wealthy nobles from various families, etc., all gathered together, and almost occupied the magnificent temple hall.

The soul-casting ceremony is a big event for the Kingdom of Bemon and the temple. The number of beast soul warriors determines the strength of the core power of the kingdom. Therefore, the temple that abbots the soul-casting ceremony spends a lot of manpower and material resources every year to prepare for this matter.

You should know that holding a soul-casting ceremony not only consumes extremely precious divine power, but also requires a large amount of rare and precious materials to complete the ceremony.

The archbishop of the Tormond Temple was not the archbishop of the temple. It is said that the respected wolf-born high priest has reached the end of his life. Next year, this dazzling position will be replaced with a master.

The power of the temple is in the hands of the twelve scepters, and the three scepters priests jointly presided over the soul-casting ceremony, which is enough to show the grandeur of this ceremony.

When the bell of Tormond City rang nine times, the soul-casting ceremony officially began. The first thing was that the trialists offered sacrifices to the totem pillar in the center of the hall to show their devotion to the beast god.

The content of the sacrifice is very simple. The trialist just needs to cut open his wrist and apply blood on the totem pillar.

If the totem divine pillar absorbs the blood of the trialist, it means that his sacrifice is accepted by the beast god. If it cannot be absorbed, it means that it cannot be recognized by the beast god. Of course, it is impossible to participate in the final soul-casting stance.

Leon once heard from Panard that when offering sacrifices, the trialists can have a certain sense of whether their soul-casting success is successful. If they feel that it is not possible, regardless of whether the blood is absorbed or not, it is the wisest choice to give up and come again next time.

Sacrifice can be said to be the last chance to repent, because once the soul-casting method fails, it is impossible to become a beast soul warrior again.

The huge totem divine pillar is as thick as a pair of people holding each other. It stands on a three-foot-high 10-foot-meter-square-meter-high pedestal platform, and goes upwards to the high dome of the temple.

It is dark yellow all over, with countless complex talisman patterns engraved on the surface. The statue of the beast god Opa looms in it, transmitting a faint glow, giving people a sense of majestic and solemn oppression.

Devoteers in countless beast tribes regard worshiping the temple and touching the totem pillar with their own hands as the most glorious thing in their life.

Under the guidance of two white-robed priests, more than 200 trialists walked up the steps and applied blood on the totem pillar in turn.

The entire temple hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were all concentrated in one place.

For many beast tribes, whether they can become beast soul warriors is related to their personal and even their family's fate and future. The relatives and relatives who watch the ceremony are even more nervous than those of the trialists themselves.

Leon's position was among the Trials, but he didn't wait long before it was his turn.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped up the stone steps and stood in front of the totem divine pillar. The white-robed priest standing beside him handed him a silver dagger.

Leon reached out to take it and gently stroked it on his right wrist. The sharp dagger cut through his skin, and the red blood immediately oozed out.

Like other trialists, Leon put his wrist against the totem pillar.

boom!

His blood-seeking wrist just touched the cold pillar, and suddenly felt an invisible force coming from the divine pillar, completely covering him in an instant.

Leon's mind suddenly became blank, his whole body was stiff and he could not move at all. He could only let this vast force submerge his body.

At this moment, his soul seemed to be scattered and destroyed, and all the self-consciousness disappeared.

"Pass, next!"

I don't know how long it took, but Leon gradually came to his senses and heard the white-robed priest's voice without any emotion in his ears.

This is the end? Leon was stunned and found that he had recovered his ability to move, but his wrist was still pressed against the divine pillar, and the wound healed without any blood.

Although there were too many doubts and surprises in my heart, Leon was not an ordinary person after all, and immediately walked off the platform from the other side - there were many people behind him. Wouldn't he be discouraged by others?

Is this possible or not? Leon, who returned to the crowd, knew nothing, but his heart was still palpitations. Under the terrifying power just now, he felt that all his secrets seemed to be exposed.

This feeling made Leon very unhappy, but he also understood his insignificance in the field of power.

All 235 people completed the sacrifice, and only took less than one sand time to work hard, and only seven of them passed the test. After all, none of the trials who could stand here were weak.

However, more than thirty passers-by voluntarily gave up the subsequent soul-casting stance, and they obviously were not sure enough to complete the final promotion.

In pain, depression, or sadness, these losers and their relatives and friends left the temple hall, but they still had a chance.

In the team of the Trialers, Leon saw Panard, Natten and Vosterl, who also passed the sacrificial test smoothly and did not choose to give up. It seemed that this time they were all confident.

Panard also secretly made a gesture to Leon representing victory and blessings.

As for Leka, Leon has never seen him since he was.

"I'm very happy that this time there are so many brave warriors who meet the God's request!"

A priest of the golden robe scepter stood in front of the totem pole, holding an unfolded scroll in his hand.

The priest of the scepter looked at the trialists with a smile: "Next, please listen to my name read out and enter the divine sacrifice room in order, and wish you to pass the final test!"

"Rachum Rhine, Subilot Tiger..."

The names were read out from the priests, and the trialists who were called to the name walked out of the team and entered another room at the end of the hall under the guidance of the white-robed priest.

The God Sacrifice Room is specially used to hold soul-casting rituals. The altar inside can accommodate twelve trialists at a time to perform soul-casting rituals.

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Leica was right, in such competition, the Shang clan had an absolute advantage.

However, Leon was not worried much. His record was four black elf heads. How many other lower tribes could compete with him?

A group of trialists entered, and the temple hall fell into a waiting silence again.

At this moment, Leon suddenly felt something strange, as if someone was staring at him with malicious eyes.

His perception was extremely sharp. He immediately turned his head to look at it according to his intuition, and his heart suddenly sank.

I saw a young nobleman who was watching the ceremony not far away, just facing his eyes.

This blonde lion nobleman, Leon is no stranger to this. It was Wald, who had a conflict with him at the Forest Fairy Bar that day, the playboy with the backstage of the scepter priest!

The other party sneered, and his eyes looked naked and disdainful and mocking, and his expression seemed quite strange.

Seeing this guy, Leon couldn't help but remember Corinna's warning to herself - Wald was in trouble for him, and it was definitely not a coincidence that the other party appeared here today!

Leon could almost sniff a breath of conspiracy, but when he arrived here, he had no idea of ​​retreating at all. He glanced at Wald coldly and turned his attention back.

The first batch of trialists came out of the God Sacrifice Room, and the process of soul-casting was not long.

Among the twelve trialists, eight of them looked extremely excited and joyful, and they walked with strong and steady steps. Their aura looked completely different from when they first entered.

"Success! I've succeeded!"

They rushed into the crowd watching the ceremony and announced the good news loudly to their relatives and friends.

The originally silent hall suddenly became noisy and lively. Relatives and friends expressed their blessings, while others looked at these newly released beast soul warriors with envious eyes!

In the Kingdom of Bemon, the beast soul warrior is a symbol of strength and an eternal object of respect.

The priests had to come forward to stop the commotion in the hall. They could understand the joy of the successful, but the majesty of the temple must be maintained.

As for the four losers, they were either extremely depressed or sobbing, and they lowered their heads and left the temple directly.
Chapter completed!