Chapter 77 Yagneg
"Agneg! Yagneg!"
"God said."
"As surely as I live."
“Every knee shall bow before me.”
“Every tongue will confess to me.”
“The radiance of God shines upon the mysteries hidden from all eternity.”
“Strengthen our hearts.”
"Now the mystery is revealed."
"And according to eternal life, Yagneg's destiny."
“Instructing all nations through the writings of the prophets, so that they may believe.”
"Forever."
"Agneg! Yagneg!" 1
The crisp and ethereal voices of the little fish people echoed in the fish skin tent, creating a holy atmosphere. In this atmosphere, even a carefree senior like Colma showed a serious expression.
Although Zheng Qing did not do much research on religion, he had access to a lot of mystical knowledge on a daily basis. Based on the hymns sung by the small fish people, he could easily determine that the name of the god worshiped by these wandering fish people was ‘Yagneg’.
The old fish man's next words also proved this point.
"Yagnegg! Our God!"
It praised in a deep aria, and then its voice returned to normal and introduced to the guests: "When we wandered, He protected us from being chased by demons, from being troubled by wizards, from being teased by dragons... But we stopped He was wearing a dragon skin cloak and was taking a nap in the shrine."
"Yagnegg! Our God!" the little fish people sang in unison.
Zheng Qing shuddered involuntarily.
With the support of two little fishmen, the old fishman priest stood up tremblingly, leaning on a bone staff, and walked to the side of the long case. Only then did Zheng Qing notice that there was a one-meter-high stone platform next to the long table, which was covered with a wide and heavy cloak. From the perspective of the guests, he could only see the underside of the cloak. A foot of stone base.
The wizard understood clearly in his heart that this was probably the 'shrine' that the old fish man mentioned just now. That cloak should be the dragon skin cloak, and 'Yagneg' is under the cloak.
The fishman priest walked to the stone platform and lifted up his shabby robe, revealing two skinny bare knees. There is no flesh around the knees, only wrinkled blue-black skin can be seen.
The old fish man dropped the bone staff, pushed away the little fish man who was supporting it, knelt down with great effort, and kowtowed several times in front of the stone platform.
Then he grabbed the bone staff and stood up slowly but firmly.
During this process, the two little fishmen stood quietly behind it, without saying a word or stepping forward to help it, just like two stone sculptures.
"Holy dragon skin cloak!" The old priest slowly walked to the stone platform, touched the cloak with his hand, and chanted: "Guardian of the secret of God! Block the blasphemous gaze! Wait for the arrival of holiness!"
After singing, it waved its bone staff and lifted its dragon skin cloak, revealing the stone platform below.
It is said to be a stone platform, but it is actually a stone armchair - the stone is blue-gray in color, the surface of the stone is rough, and yellow-green moss and water-eroded patterns can be faintly seen on the edge. Zheng Qing strongly doubts that this chair is made of these stray fish. It was temporarily built after people came to Wei City.
Because of its weight, it was impossible for these fishmen to carry it around.
And what 'sits' on the stone chair is the god of these wandering fish people, 'Yagneg' - to be precise, it is the skull of Yagneg.
There is a huge octopus skull placed on the chair. The upper part is a human skull, and the lower part is covered with eight octopus tentacles. After the cloak was lifted, the tentacles that had been 'sleeping' came to life one after another, squirming feebly on the stone platform.
There is a small stone plate installed on the head of the armrest on both sides of the stone chair.
The plate contained a shallow layer of golden beeswax, like solidified beeswax. The old fishman priest took out a few pieces of dry moss from his sleeves and threw them into the plate.
call! call!
The blue-black flames suddenly stood up, twisting and dancing in the stone plate.
The old fish man didn't stop and kept taking out all kinds of things from his sleeves - palm-sized leaves, grassroots tied with fish tendons, broken tortoise shells, blackened bones, and even two towers. Luo cards.
After these messy things fell into the stone plate, thick blue-white smoke immediately emerged from the plate. The young wizards who had already adapted to the air in the tent couldn't help coughing in a low voice.
"Who wants to spy on fate?"
The old fish man turned to look at the young wizards and reminded: "The spy does not need to be a believer of Yagneg, but he must be barefoot, bare knees, and bare hands to show piety."
The witches looked at each other and took a slight step back.
Xiao Xiao took a step forward without hesitation, intending to be the first to eat the crab.
The old fish man nodded slightly, stood the bone staff with the dragon skin cloak on the side of the table, then stepped forward, struggled to pick up the octopus skull on the chair, and looked at Xiao Xiao:
"Sit on it."
Xiao Xiao put away the notebook in his hand and climbed up to a slightly higher chair with great effort. When he sat in, his whole figure seemed to have sunk into a deep pit. Zheng Qing could see that he was trying hard to touch the ground with his toes, but he couldn't reach it. This made the public-funded students laugh secretly.
The two little fish-men who were originally standing behind the old fish-man came out, each holding a small bowl and walked up to Xiao Xiao.
A bowl contained brightly colored fish roe, a soft ball wrapped in seaweed, still steaming.
Another bowl contained a bowl of milk-like viscous liquid, which looked suspicious.
"Use them." The old fish man ordered.
Xiao Xiao picked up the ball of fish roe with two fingers, sniffed it, then raised his neck and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he picked up the bowl of milk and sniffed it for a long time, with an expression of surprise and disgust on his face.
"What is this?" Xiao Xiao looked at the old priest and confirmed.
"The essence of Yagneg." The fishman priest replied.
The doctor rolled his eyes, pinched his nose, and poured the bowl of octopus skull essence into his mouth: "...I hope the result will not disappoint."
He mumbled something vaguely.
"Even if you kill me, I won't try this kind of divination." Korma whispered in Zheng Qing's ear: "I kind of know why this divination method has been abandoned by mainstream wizards... Having said that, your hunter is so brave. !”
Jiang Yu stood beside Zheng Qing with a straight face, covering Poseidon's eyes with his hands to prevent him from looking randomly. This made the little fox a little irritable, its paws and tail flapping wildly. But the witch persisted in covering its eyes.
Zheng Qing had no time to comment on the doctor's bravery and the reactions of the two witches.
Because after Xiao Xiao ate the two 'sacrifice', the old fish man put the octopus skull in his hand on the doctor's head with a completely different agility than before.
The huge skull completely swallowed up Xiao Xiao's upper body, leaving him with only two legs funny.
Immediately, the eight tentacles of the octopus skull began to vibrate violently like an electric shock, stretched, then became limp, and then vibrated again. The whole process didn't last long, until a contented sigh came from the dark mouth of the octopus skull:
"ah……"