The Return of the Sun Festival, as the elected puppet monarch, the Return of the Sun Festival is the end of the life of the Son of the Sun. It is said to be a return to the embrace of God, a return to the origin, and efforts to preserve the last innocence before the soul is polluted by the floating world.

Specifically, in a small cubicle near the core of the Great Sun Yuyu, you silently accept the burning of the scorching light that is enough to illuminate the bottom of the abyss, and the final outcome is to be turned into ashes by the high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees.

Maybe not even ashes will be left. After all, the human body is mostly carbohydrates, and even steel cannot escape the fate of vaporization at such a temperature.

This ritual uses the light of the Great Sun to make it look less bloody, but in fact it is extremely cruel. The souls of the Sons of the Sun who died in the extreme light and heat are all incomplete, and the souls after death will be punished.

No shadow can be formed.

What is even more sad is that most of the Sons of the Sun who died in this way will not understand what the Return of the Sun means to them. No one will instill similar knowledge in them, even the closest female officer around them, unless she is willing to do it for

The children of the sun have a short life like an epiphyllum and devote the rest of their lives.

Using decades of long life to add fuel to the life of the Son of the Sun, who cannot live more than ten years at most, I am afraid no one would do such a foolish act. After all, everyone who understands knows that the Son of the Sun is behind the scenes.

Not only the great nobles of the palace, but also the patriarch of the White Night Church and others, the so-called people who bathed in the glory of God.

The stone palace walls were illuminated by night lights, and the inner walls of the Great Sun Palace, which looked so radiant on the outside, were actually filled with lime gray, as if the light would cast a shadow wherever it shined.

"Let's go," Biluomengmen took off the gorgeous clothes of the Son of the Sun and said to the female officer beside him.

"I will lead the way for you," Jiuri Yumai's footsteps were a little heavy, and the expression on her face was gloomy. She wanted to stop the half-year-old child behind her and ask him to leave quickly, telling him that the essence of the returning home festival is a

Gorgeous carnage.

But she couldn't. There were always clear footsteps behind the dark corridor, which represented the largest violent organization in the country under the abyss, and the deacons of the Inquisition were following in the dark.

These cold-blooded guys are everywhere like gangrene. Once they hear the slightest movement, these guys will definitely kill the wrong one. This is how the last female officer died. She was an undercover agent of the resistance, but she always

No one can confirm this, because the person died with her last words, because her teachings to the young Son of the Sun contained some personal information.

For the sake of her own life, Jiuri Yumai simply chose not to speak. She served the young monarchs like a zombie and watched them being swallowed up by the fire of the sun one by one.

People's hearts are not stones, how can she turn a blind eye?

But how can she, a little female official, influence those in power behind the scenes? Even the Son of the Sun is just a chess piece that they can use more comfortably. When it is not needed, it can be returned to the sun and remade.

Now, Jiuri Yumai is heading to the top of the Great Sun Palace. Behind her is the Hiiramon Gate, which she personally raised and is one of the two sons of the sun with the best relationship. Now he is also going to meet the sun.

Sun! Are you really so cold-blooded and like to eat blood?

Her desolate eyes seemed to pierce through the floor, and she saw the floor where the gods were said to live, the floor that reached the core of the Great Sun Palace.

Riding up and down the stone stairs, the two of them arrived at the door on the top floor and saw a man in royal attire.

"Triton, why is it you?" Biluomengmen asked, "Where is Grandpa Trian?"

"Father is in poor health. I'm afraid he will have to give up in the near future, so I will have to preside over the ceremony of your return home." He bowed, playing the role of a courtier.

"That's it..." Biluo Mengmen didn't say much. He understood that he was in poor health. In addition, he was not as willful as the previous Sons of the Sun. He just liked reading ancient documents and believed in Bai Ye.

The country is just a corner of the continent.

"The ceremony is approaching, can you tell me what the Returning Sacrifice is? Cui Dunqing?" Biluo Mengmen asked.

"I'm sorry, but the gate is right in front of you. When I finish decorating it for you, go and check it out for yourself. Isn't it much more impactful than what I said?" Triton had a smile on his face, but he was more excited than Luo Mengmen.

I don't know why but I just feel sick.

"Then hurry up, Cui Dun. I'm rushing to go back and read the hydrological survey of White Night Country." Seeing that the intelligence spying failed, Biluo Mengmen didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Cui Dun picked up the pen, dipped it in a plate of dark red oil paint carried by the guard, and sketched on Biluo Mengmen's face.

"It feels cold to the touch, and it's also itchy. It's really uncomfortable!"

"Please be patient, Your Highness," he said. Cui Dun's hands did not stop at all, and the strength and angle of his wrists were still so careful. Biluo Mengmen's fair face was quickly covered with thick

of blood makeup.

"Next, just open the door and go in. This is God's residence on earth. I believe He will definitely be willing to see His beloved child."

"The great Byakuya God?" Biluo Mengmen murmured to himself, but the expression on his face was not fascinated, but unfamiliar.

People all over the world say that Phaethon, the son of the sun, is the child of God, and the Phaethons of previous generations believed in this.

However, Biluomengmen didn't believe this. He tried many things to verify the difference between himself and ordinary people. In the end, he came to the conclusion that except for the status under his butt, there was nothing he could compare with ordinary people.

He doesn't know how to cook, and he doesn't have a strong body. He reads out the documents written by adults day after day, sitting on the chair like a caged bird with nowhere to escape.

Therefore, Biluo Mengmen is very humble about things, just like he stubbornly believes that Baiye Kingdom is just a corner of the world. There are other human beings and more pure lands outside the abyss. The people of Baiye Kingdom are definitely not the only human beings in existence.

His paranoia is like the people on earth believing that there are aliens from the sky, no one understands him.

"The person who gave Phaethon such a boring seat must be an even more boring guy. I don't know if God exists yet." Biluomengmen stepped into the aisle alone and walked towards the several-meter-high building step by step.

As he walked towards the huge door, he had a vague premonition of his own ending.

"Your Majesty, you have to walk the rest of the way by yourself. When you arrive, I will use a mechanism to open the door, and you will witness the glory of the White Night God." Triton's voice was still so annoying to him, Bi Luo Mengmen

He curled his lips.

He continued to move forward, and suddenly stopped. Cui Dun had been listening to his footsteps and estimated his position from the door. At this time, there was a deviation from the estimated result. Biluomengmen stopped, and he immediately stopped.

He stuck his head out from behind the wall to watch, and his body immediately began to tremble.

Intense golden light poured out from the slowly opening and closing door, like tons of hot molten lava emerging. The man in white robe stood alone in the light, and his unimpressive figure filled the tall and thick mountain-like figure.
Chapter completed!