Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

"howl--"

The eagle's cry is clear and cold, and it runs through the sky for a long time.

The predator in the sky spread its wings between the endless land and the blue sky, and its huge wings broke through the air waves and hovered over the city of Babylon.

The magnificent and prosperous city is very lively today.

Two rows of tall and mighty Babylonian warriors in armor and holding weapons separated the civilians, leaving a wide road that could accommodate four horses walking side by side.

The caravans that used to come and go disappeared, and the stalls on the street also closed.

Regardless of whether they are male, female, old or young, today's Babylonians have already put on clean and tidy clothes, holding white lotus flowers with thin stems in their hands.Or carry a woven small basket, put freshly picked lotus flowers into the basket, and stand in the crowded crowd talking and laughing together, passing through the formidable guards and looking towards the direction of the palace.

Outsiders who don't know the truth may wonder, is today a Babylonian holiday?

No, no.

Today is not any holiday in Babylon.

But today is still a rare good day for Babylon!

Long ago, on the bulletin board in front of the city gate, the Babylonians who learned that their king had received the protection of the holy sword and the goddess Su Mei were very excited, and spontaneously gathered here to offer their blessings to the king.

Although the holy sword has nothing to do with them, it doesn't stop them from being proud of their country and king!

The cohesion and belonging of an ancient nation is sacred.

In the hearts of these Babylonians, the king is the king, the father, and the god.

The strength of the king represents the strength of the country.

The strength of the country represents the strength of their Babylonians!

Like a pride of lions united.

When glory and victory came to the king, their love and trust were almost blind!

The gathered crowd gradually grew larger.

They looked expectant, but restrained.

There was no confusion or noise, only occasional voices of inquiries such as "Has the king come?" "Not yet."

Even though the time was getting longer and longer, the tens of thousands of black and white crowds did not move.

They looked in the same direction, the flames in their eyes were extremely hot, with fanatical piety and awe.

Until the king's personal guard knights and warriors with shining armor and desolate appearance just emerged from the gate of the palace, the crowd boiled!

Like cold water falling into a boiling oil pan, stinging——

The sound waves of countless screams and cheers sounded suddenly, almost slapping people on their heads!

"Ah, it's the king's carriage——"

"Look, it's the king's carriage!!!"

"My king—the king of Babylon—!"

The unmarried girl jumped excitedly and grabbed the arm of her companion to look inside, staggering hurriedly amidst the frantically shouting crowd, holding a small basket and throwing lotus flowers to the carriage.

The girl is not the first to do this.

Before her, the Babylonians standing in the front row cheered and threw the white lotus in their hands on the king's car, or on the road ahead of the king.

After a while, the chariot pulled by four horses in blue and gold was filled with a strong fragrance of flowers.

Because the chariot has no roof, occasionally one or two flowers fell into the arms of the young king.

Dressed in a red and gold robe and a crown with double rings on his head, the wild black-haired man raised his eyebrows and stood up suddenly, twirling the white lotus flower.

The cumbersome accessories jingled on his body.

He stared at everyone with the gaze of his servants.

The air and the screaming stopped abruptly for a moment following the king's gaze.

However, the king of Babylon did not silence the people. As a king, he enjoyed the rights and worship he deserved.

Aware of this, the next thing seemed to intensify.

The endless crowd raised their arms and shouted their proud names more exaggeratedly and neatly:

"Eternal Babylon—"

"Undefeated Babylon—"

"Our Babylon—"

The chariot did not stop, but the Babylonians who lined the road to welcome stared at the standing monarch and almost slapped their throats, their eyes were reddish, madness was no longer enough to describe their current state.

Ordinary people stay away, but what about the king?

The tall Saltu curled his lips, and his handsome face could not conceal his pride and vigor. He leaned on the chariot with one hand, and clasped the Wise King Sword at his waist with the other. His scarlet cloak fluttered slightly, bathed in flowers and Glory.

Hymns and public opinion are just as they should be!

he stood there

He should have stood there!

It is beyond compare, and the blood is surging.

Let the whole world listen to his voice, and follow him to the death with a wave of his arms!

This is the spirit of a king!

The power of the king!

Luo Lai, who was originally angry because he was locked up, was frightened by tens of thousands of people shouting in unison just after he left the palace gate, staring blankly at those countless pairs of crazy eyes, goosebumps spread from his back and arms to his face !

Shaking!

Sweat upside down!

It felt like a deep-sea phobia, staring at the unfathomable blue, the hairs on my body stood on end, and I was nervous... There was also a hidden excitement and excitement!

It was as if the blood had turned into iced soda, crackling and bursting in the body.

A baby like Luolai, who was just an ordinary person in his previous life, can't stand such a big scene physically. His body is almost stiff like a stone. It's hard to imagine that Sartu can enjoy it like this.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers, even the guard with the smallest official position straightened his back, more energetic than ever.

But it was not only Luo Lai who was shocked, but also envoys from other countries.

The envoys who have been tortured by the power of other countries along the way swear that today can definitely be listed as the most difficult day in their lives!

Especially Solad, who hated the King of Babylon.

Hearing the loud cheers outside the carriage, his face became pale and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The retreat and cowardice sprouting from the bottom of my heart spread everywhere, and I didn't even dare to look outside.

The opponent is a young king who claims to be king and fights everywhere, but he is just a big prince who is fighting with his brother in the harem.

lost...

completely lost...

Perhaps at the beginning, the father didn't stop him from coming, but just wanted to use the hand of the King of Babylon to slap him hard!

Solad, who just wanted to understand something, clenched his lips in embarrassment, suppressing the turbulent emotions.

On the contrary, the young prince Alan next to him was afraid and secretly opened a gap in the curtain. His big eyes were shining brightly and looked at the man standing in the front on the chariot, the sun was shining brightly, and he was in control of everything.

He still doesn't quite understand, thinking vaguely:

If only I could be like him.

If only I could be cheered by so many people.

If I could be like him...how wonderful it would be...

Compared with the elder brother next to him, the young child has only yearning and no fear.

If you want to wear its crown, you must bear its weight.

And carrying weight... also depends on talent.

As we approached the pagoda temple, the scene of welcome along the road gradually disappeared.

Luo Lai's tense nerves calmed down, and he found that his ears were still buzzing like shouts.

Sartu had already led the ministers and his confidants up the high pagoda step by step, shaking his body, fearing that he would fall, Luo Lai hurriedly grabbed Sartu's hair carefully, and wanted to make a habitual squeamish 'puchi'.

As a result, when he scratched his neck, the tanned leather rope around his neck appeared strongly.

Instantly recalled that no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, and in the end Luo Lai, who was held in a small den and tied around his neck: "It's a little emotion, it came up all at once."

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Annoyed, Luo Lai simply went to see the very exotic Pagoda Temple.

Sartu raised his hand several times to touch it, but Luolai turned his head away to avoid it.

Realizing that he was rejected, the King of Babylon withdrew his hand with a half-smile, knowing that the little thing was making trouble with him, so he didn't go into it. Under the guidance of the unique rhythmic Kagura and the high priest, he entered the interior of the pagoda temple.

Unlike temples in Egypt or Assyria.

Babylon's tower temple looks like a pyramid whose top has been cut off. From a distance, it becomes a square mountain with long steps leading to the top on all sides.

The top of the stairs is where the temple is located.

The temple is very simple, except that the polished stone bricks are smooth as a whole, and the bricks will be dyed in other colors for decoration, only the carpet statues and altars are left.

Luo Lai sympathized: This is more than simple, I think the thief might leave a few coins when he comes!

This pagoda temple happened to be the retirement place of the old priest Lerdo. During the sacrifice, he and his disciple Trum were watching the ceremony.

"King, please unload your weapon."

The kind and thin old priest reminded.

"En." Sartu responded, and took off the Xianwang Sword from his waist, "Le Sha."

General Le Sha, who was watching the ceremony not far behind Saertu, immediately stepped forward, stepped forward quickly, took the Xianwang Sword with both hands and retreated to his position.

After unloading the sword, Sartu turned around, his animal-like amber eyes rolled to the corners of his eyes, and he caught a glimpse of the black string connected to the golden arm ring on his arm, and the weight on his shoulder was still there, and he followed the old priest's words, Dip your hands into the copper basin filled with clean water on the altar...

Forgot to add: Most of the Babylonians at this time were Semitic, that is, the type with white skin and deep eye sockets, and erect and deep facial features.

Also why Sartu is a tyrant he is still loved by the people.

Because as mentioned above, Sartu just has a bad temper. He is actually very good at fighting and has wisdom. His cruelty is reflected in his treatment of prisoners, ministers, and fighting around.

In the eyes of the Babylonians, their kings often brought victories and spoils, and the country was still in a strong period, and there was no hidden danger of frequent follow-up campaigns.

This chapter wants to give everyone a warm and shocking feeling, but... I am so bad... I lost a handful of my hair, or this virtue...

We will see it.

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@途律: Ciyou gave "Traveling into the Sword of a Babylonian Tyrant" trilobite x1

@这夜公子: This Yegongzi gave a Cambrian Fuxian to "Transform into the Sword of the Tyrant of Babylon",]