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Chapter 1024 The ceremony begins, Su Yao finally arrives (4K5)

An incarnation of an evil god?

Staring at the suddenly appearing task, Su Yao spoke casually, but the expression in his eyes was more serious than ever before.

Because he knew very well that apart from the limited-time event missions that the operators would issue when he played games before, he had never seen this mission system run automatically since he transmigrated.

Previously, all the tasks I completed were triggered proactively; never before had one suddenly popped up on my face like this.

In particular, now that he knows this is not the game world, what exactly does this suddenly issued mission mean?
Sure enough, Miss Dina's oracle was quite insightful.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Zhang Liao noticed that Su Yao's expression was strange and asked in a low voice.

Su Yao collected his thoughts and said calmly, "It's nothing, it's just that the wind coming from the direction of the capital seems to be more noisy than I expected."

"wind?"

Zhang Liao reached out and felt the wind, but he couldn't feel any wind at all.

Naturally, now that the team has just passed the Khyber Pass, the terrain gradually flattens out, the climate becomes warm and humid, and the winds blowing from the north are almost completely blocked by the mountains.

However, a raging fire ignited in Su Yao's eyes.

He was more excited about unknown challenges than unknown dangers.

Prince Bo Diao, covered in blood, stood in the center of the evil altar, surrounded by countless priests.

With a series of strange chants, blood and fire surged and danced, and one by one the sacrifices died tragically on the spot. His body twisted and deformed, and he let out a wild laugh, rejoicing in his birth into the world.

"Hahaha," Bo Diao laughed wildly, "Thank you for your ritual, which allowed me to come into this world. In return, I will let you..."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the nearest priest, easily snapping his neck.

"Become my first sacrifices!"

Evil God Wave Tune—Appears!
But that wasn't the case; reality was quite different from the scene Su Yao had imagined based on the literal meaning of the text.

In the Brahman temple of Purusha, the sacrificial ceremony was more solemn and dignified than imagined, a genuine traditional Brahman ritual.

To hold this ceremony, Brahmins from the surrounding area of ​​Purusha gathered in the capital, surrounding the temple and chanting the name of the Lord.

Apart from this place, the atmosphere in the capital was eerily calm.

The streets were deserted, almost all the shops were closed, and even the usually bustling markets were unusually quiet.

"Have you heard? Prince Bo Diao has died in battle in the north."

"impossible!"

"Prince Bo Diao is invincible and blessed with good fortune; how could he possibly die so easily?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! The palace has issued a gag order; anyone who dares to discuss this will be arrested and punished!"

Several villagers were whispering among themselves in an alleyway, unaware that a cloaked figure was quietly walking past in the shadows.

Prince Bodiao tightened his cloak, his gaze sweeping gloomily over the notice on the street corner—a martial law decree issued by the Queen, publicly declaring his death and forbidding anyone from spreading "false rumors."

Clearly, with the arrival of the Northern Governor, they intensified their preparations to seize power. Faced with the obstruction of many forces in the court, these people finally spread the rumor that he had died and that a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, which led the Northern Governor to bring eight hundred guards into the city.

"Brother, you've finally arrived!"

In the Kushan palace, the queen greeted Morok with a look of delight.

Moroko bowed slightly and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, is everything going smoothly?"

The Queen glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering her voice and saying, "His Majesty already... just the night before. I've already ordered things to be handled secretly, and I'm just waiting for the right moment to announce it."

A glint of light flashed in Moroko's eyes: "What about the eldest prince?"

"He knows nothing," the Queen sneered. "That cowardly child doesn't even dare to enter his father's bedchamber."

"Good good."

Moroko clenched his fist excitedly and immediately began discussing the arrangements for his coronation ceremony with the Queen.

The Queen was also very happy.

Old Wang is old and frail, in poor health, yet he is always bewitched by various vixens, and even wants to pass the throne to the children of those vile women.

Now, the situation has changed dramatically. She has finally made it to the top and it's her turn to be in charge. She's going to vent her anger properly.

"Tomorrow's ceremony will be the day that child ascends the throne," the Queen said, her eyes gleaming with ambition. "With his elder brother in charge, no one in the court will dare to oppose him."

Moroko suddenly frowned: "At the temple... has the High Priest made any unusual moves?"

The Queen waved her hand dismissively: "That old man is always spouting nonsense, saying he wants to pray for His Majesty's well-being. I've already given him permission to hold the ceremony at the temple; it'll just distract those Brahmins."

"However, has your brother confirmed that Prince Botiao is truly dead?"

Moroko paused slightly, knowing that his younger sister had always been wary of the prince, so he comforted her, saying:
"I witnessed his defeat and encirclement, and in the end, he set himself on fire."

"Even if he manages to escape by sheer luck, without the support of 100,000 troops, he's nothing more than a stray dog. How dare he show his face in front of us?"

The Queen breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Everything will be settled after the ceremony."

Moroko wholeheartedly agreed with this, and he directly proposed to keep everything simple, announce His Majesty's death tomorrow, and have the eldest prince ascend the throne in front of the coffin the day after tomorrow.

"Isn't this too fast?" the Queen exclaimed in shock.

The Kushan royal family revered Buddhism, and their funeral customs were extremely elaborate.

According to tradition, after a king's death, his body must lie in state for at least seven days, during which high-ranking monks chant sutras to help him pass on to the afterlife, before the funeral and coronation ceremony can be held.

Moroko shook his head and said, "Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Although Bo Diao is dead, he still has many followers in the court. Giving them time to make connections will only lead to more trouble."

"Moreover, we are now facing not only internal problems, but also the Han army and the Parthians who are eyeing us covetously. We must stabilize the situation in the court as soon as possible and not give anyone the opportunity to interfere!"

The Queen hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Very well, as my brother says. Also..."

She suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "I saw in your letter that a Han Chinese envoy is coming. What do you plan to do about it?"

Moroko paused for a moment.

He couldn't completely hide from the Queen the fact that the Han people were trading with him and that he was sending envoys, so he selectively revealed some of it.

The most crucial factor was the strength of the Han army. To prevent them from joining forces with the Parthians, they would submit a tribute to the Han after the new king ascended the throne, and at the same time, they would allocate the Kushania region to the Han people for land reclamation and garrisoning, in exchange for their support of the new king.

To be honest, although he had written as tactfully as possible in the letter, it was still a treaty that ceded territory and made the queen a vassal, and he had anticipated that the queen might be extremely dissatisfied.

To his surprise, his sister was completely indifferent to this, acting as if she would give up those barren lands in the north as long as her and her son's power and status could be guaranteed.

This made Moroko feel relieved but also a little annoyed. However, given the circumstances, he couldn't say anything more and just focused all his attention on preparing for the upcoming coronation ceremony.

To this end, he held a grand banquet for his ministers and replaced key officials with his own confidants, striving to gain complete control over the defense of the capital. He aimed to settle all affairs in the capital before the arrival of the Han envoys, presenting them with a united and powerful Kushan Empire, and also to gain more bargaining chips for himself.

But little did he know that while he was busy preparing, Prince Bo Diao, who had already been given a death notice, was also not idle at all.

"Prince, it's dangerous outside. Why did you run out without a word?"

After the Brahmin's sacrificial ceremony concluded, the prince finally returned to the secluded chamber deep within the temple. Faced with the high priest's rebuke, Prince Bodhi silently removed his cloak.

“I must see with my own eyes what the capital has become.” His voice was low, his fists clenched tightly in his sleeves, his knuckles white.

Miss Dina gracefully moved forward and handed the prince a glass of water: "Your Highness, you're taking too much risk. What if the Queen's spies discover this?"

"So what if they found out?" Bo suddenly raised his voice. "Do you think I'm afraid of them?!"

The prince's voice trembled slightly, and Dina keenly sensed a hint of blood. She grabbed the prince's hand and, sure enough, saw bloodstains under his fingernails.

"What happened?" Dina asked coldly, "Did you kill someone?"

Prince Bodiao paused, then replied, "They're just a few traitors who should have died long ago. I'll send them on their way." Dina took a deep breath and sighed, "You've just received the blessing; you shouldn't be so reckless."

"No, that's precisely why I have to take action."

Prince of Waves firmly stated:
"If we don't practice this strength beforehand, are we going to wait until something happens to start training?!"

"Moreover, once these people are dealt with, the obstacles to our subsequent actions will be greatly reduced."

"Then, brother, how are you feeling?" Princess Samira asked worriedly.

"I've never felt so good!"

A glint flashed in Prince Bo's eyes: "These people died in great value!"

In short, the prince's ceremony was a great success.

When the "Heavenly Emperor" bestowed his blessing upon him, Prince Bo Diao experienced a short period of pain, but he soon discovered that he had gained power that almost transformed him.

His five senses became exceptionally sharp; he could hear the footsteps of guards in the distance and see the flying insects that flashed by in the distance.

His strength increased dramatically; he could crush hard rocks with ease, and after sparring with the guards, he found that taking on ten guards at once was no problem.

Even more remarkably, when he concentrates, he seems to be able to perceive divine pronouncements.

Before him lay the great cause he was destined to achieve, and his nemesis whom he had to kill—the red-robed Han general who had falsely claimed to be a god!

However, it is precisely because he has gained this special ability that the prince is even more aware that he is still not strong enough.

The voice within him was elevating him, making him faster and stronger; he needed to gather and acquire more power.

The way to gain power is also simple: hold higher-level ceremonies or personally kill enemies and grow stronger in battle!

Therefore, following the voice of his heart, Prince Bodiao could no longer contain his excitement. While the high priest and others were busy with the public ceremony, he secretly went out and found a noble family that openly supported the queen.

There, he tried out his newfound power for the first time.

This power was so great that he single-handedly slaughtered all thirty-odd people in the mansion.

“Your Highness, you shouldn’t have been so reckless,” Dina said worriedly. “What if someone finds out?”

"Then I'll kill them all!"

Prince Bo Tiao clenched his fists excitedly:
"Now that I have obtained the power of the gods, how can those mortals stop me?"

As he spoke, he looked directly into Dina's eyes: "Dina, you have no idea what kind of reward God gave me when I personally snapped that traitor's neck."

"I felt a powerful force surging within me, more effective than sacrificing dozens of people!"

The High Priest and Dina exchanged a glance, both seeing worry in each other's eyes.

This power did not seem to be entirely the same as the blessing of Indra recorded in the scriptures, and even Princess Samira looked at her brother with some fear:

"Brother, something seems off about you."

Prince Bo Diao turned to look at his sister, a confident smile playing on his lips: "Something's not right? No, Samira, I've never felt better."

As he spoke, he reached out and crushed the stone candlestick in the secret chamber:

"Look, this is the power bestowed upon me by the gods. Those traitors, those treacherous villains who collude with foreign enemies, will all be reduced to ashes by this power!"

Immediately afterwards, Prince Bo Diao took out a bloodstained letter from his bosom:
"Look, this is the evidence I found in that traitor's house. The Queen will hold her coronation ceremony in the palace the day after tomorrow, and all the nobles and priests will be required to attend and witness the coronation of the eldest prince."

"That's our best chance!"

A cold glint flashed in the prince's eyes: "I will personally take action and end this farce in front of everyone, offering the blood of the traitor as a tribute to the great god, and completing the final ritual!"

"Since they chose to crown a false king there, then let the true king be born in the same place!"

"I want everyone to witness for themselves who is truly destined for greatness!"

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

Faced with the prince's resounding words and domineering aura, even the well-informed high priest finally fell silent.

Although he still had many doubts, the die was cast and he had no choice but to proceed.

So he bowed his head respectfully, put his hands together, and offered the highest respect to this future king.

"May the gods bless Your Highness and help you achieve great things."

"Our entire temple obeys your command and will follow you to the death to complete this sacred mission."

Prince Bo Diao was immediately filled with high spirits.

These Brahmins have always been arrogant and self-important, but which King of Kings has ever received such support from the temple as he has?

“You have proven your worth. After I ascend the throne, Brahmanism will be the new state religion of my Kushan dynasty.”

After saying that, Bo turned to face Dina, took her hand, and asked:

"Miss Dina, would you be willing to become my queen, so that we may spread the glory of the gods together?"

Miss Dina paused slightly, her expression behind the veil unreadable.

She gently withdrew her hand and whispered, "Your Highness, as you know, Dina has long since resolved to dedicate her life to the gods."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Prince Bo's eyes, but he quickly regained his confidence: "It's alright. After I ascend the throne, I believe the gods will bless our marriage."

Dina lowered her head silently, her lips slightly parted beneath her veil: "If Your Highness can truly obtain the gods' approval, Dina will certainly obey the holy command."

And so, two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the coronation ceremony for the King of Kings officially began.

During that grand ceremony that attracted thousands of people, Prince Bodiao suddenly led the temple warriors into the palace, officially announcing his return with a bloody massacre.

A few days later, on the official road northwest of the capital Fulousha, a group of scouts came running in a panic.

After exchanging a glance with Su Yao, Zhang Liao immediately led several riders forward to intercept them.

"Go away!"

"Who are you? How can you be so tactless?"

"I have urgent military intelligence!"

"Oh? Urgent military intelligence."

Su Yao lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out to ask:

"I wonder if you are sending your child to the Higher Vocational Education Examination or the Kapisa Examination? If it is the Kapisa Examination, then we can do it for you."

The scout captain's expression changed, and after taking a closer look, he immediately came to his senses:

"Wait, could you be the Han envoys the governor mentioned?"

"Quick, let's go!"

"Quickly go back and beg your heavenly god to save us!"

"The Prince of Waves has gone mad!!!"

"Ah."

Su Yao jumped down from the carriage and said, "Then you don't need to panic—because I'm already here."

"Now, tell me what exactly happened in the capital."

"And most importantly, how are the Northern Governor and your eldest prince doing?"

(End of this chapter)