My little country

"Mom, look at it!"

"Mosca Palace is glowing!"

In the residential area far away from the Mosca Palace, a child opened the curtains curiously, looking through the window glass at the Mosca Palace that was struck by lightning.

And for the first time I saw this majestic and charming palace emit a soft light.

This light is still extremely conspicuous under the shadow of thunder and lightning in the dark night.

And let the people who watched this light feel a touch of warmth in their hearts.

People didn't know that this was the credit of Xiao Yu's witchcraft.

They only knew that the descendants of Perun, the patron saint of the Slavic clan, lived in the Mosca Palace, who were the brave men of their clan and the guardian of the future.

With this hint of warmth appeared.

These people thought that this was a sympathy between themselves and others as the residents of this land, and the ancient gods.

Otherwise, why would you feel that light makes them so close?

"Lord Roskimir, how can you say it on TV?"

"Heir of the blood of the god Perun."

"Our Slavic God!"

Upon hearing the parents’ inquiries, a child retelled what he saw on the Internet and emphasized the key points:

This is the extraordinary of their native place!

boom!

The light of Mosca Palace appeared, but the frequency of thunder became more frequent.

Under the thunder light, the soft light became more tough and unique.

And in the Mosca Palace.

The people around Roskimir saw the light shining and became extremely dazzling around Roskimir, and there was a black air circling around him quickly.

Under the swish, more oozing whispers lingered in the palace:

"There has never been a Slavic guardian god, and that stupid Perun has long since been annihilated!"

"Peron's descendants!"

"Give up, you are just a mortal who has inherited a little blood strength!"

"Just your bloodline power!"

"Hehehehe, you who awakened Perun's shield will also fly into ashes and annihilate at the same time!"

Hearing this permeating evil language, people around him got goose bumps.

Roskimir’s eldest son even opened his mouth, staring wide-eyed, and looked at his father with great concern:

"My father is going to die? No, no, how could it be, awakening Perun's Shield... how can I need to sacrifice my father!"

The eldest son Varokimir had just yelled here, he stopped abruptly, his voice stopped.

Suddenly there was a forgotten fragment in his dream.

That is the ancestor who successfully slayed the dragon and whispered after looking back at them:

The human soul has the greatest power called:

Self-sacrifice!

"No, no, how could this be?"

Varokimir's gaffe fell in the eyes of everyone around him.

Suddenly, the spirits of them all guessed that the possibility that Roskimir would die after waking up Peren's shield was probably true!

Their gazes at Roskimir became complicated.

"Self-sacrifice?"

Through the remote monitor, the investigative officials of Mosca whispered in the meeting rooms of the investigation departments of the major forces that witnessed this process.

Nearby, several religious professionals glanced at each other and nodded together:

"Self-sacrifice, so as to allow the soul to sublimate to meet certain ritual requirements, is indeed a point that is highlighted in many mythological systems."

"If Perron's Shield is really so...important, it makes sense to rely on self-sacrifice to wake it up."

"That Roskimir can choose to sacrifice himself so frankly, it seems we have all misunderstood him."

"Yes, the results produced by those mental and psychological research experts seem to be burned as waste paper."

"They can't be blamed either. After all, the spiritual psychology of the transcendent is just beginning now, and even a primitive model has not been established."

When these people were moved by Roskimir's self-sacrifice.

I don't know.

Roskimir glowing in the Mosca Palace assembly hall.

At this moment, in fact, my heart has already panicked.

Like his eldest son, he was mentioned by evil words, and he suddenly remembered the forgotten information in the dream, and realized that he had to sacrifice himself.

Roskimir didn't want to die.

He is just a mental patient who wants to get the attention of everyone, but he does not want to be a great hero to be remembered!

Oh, ancestor Perun, I have a sudden urgency, can I interrupt the ceremony?

It is a pity that at this time Roskimir has lost the ability to speak and act, his eyes are closed tightly, his face is holy and his arms are shining.

No matter how the heart collapses, it can't be shown to attract the attention of the people around and cause the human set to collapse.

He can only shed tears in his heart, bear the admiration and admiration of everyone, constantly entangled.

suddenly.

The words of evil accentuate the tone:

"If you want to be extraordinary, there is no need to sacrifice yourself!"

"Don't be deceived, once you lose your soul, you will lose everything!"

"Think about it, your ancestor, that ridiculous Perron, after his sacrifice, his descendants were so down that only you were left!"

"Self-sacrifice, what is the point of saving the people!"

"It's better to be with us, Motian is ruthless and selfless, there will be rewards for what you pay."

"With your blood, obeying the magic sky, you can instantly become extraordinary!"

The temptation of evil words continues to increase.

As a result, those with insufficient concentration around me almost wanted to ask, can I also take refuge in that magic sky and become extraordinary.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn!"

Black Qi accelerated the movement around Roskimir.

But no matter how tempted they are.

Roskimir seems to have made up his mind to imitate the self-sacrifice of ancestors to wake up the artifact.

The evil voice in the black air became uneasy and began to roar.

The doors of the Mosca Palace seemed to be banged by heavy objects.

In the palace, the temperature dropped sharply, so that in this cool weather, the heating system had to be turned on.

Ouch!

The sky over the Mosca Palace.

In the thunder light, two incredibly large black dragon heads emerged from the thick clouds.

Although the body is still hidden in the dark clouds, it is not real.

It was just the translucent light and shadow of the two dragon heads emerging from the thunder light.

Already at that moment, the children curiously looked at the Mosca Palace all around crying.

The adults were also flustered inexplicably, hurriedly drew the curtains, and curled up on the bed with the child in their arms, praying silently for the god Perun.

After Xiao Yu magnified the illusion of the double-headed black dragon hundreds of times, he added several deterrence techniques to it. With the help of sound and light special effects such as lightning, he shocked many people as soon as he appeared.

Xiao Yu felt it was almost time.

Heart moved.

Roskimir suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the sky, his body flashed!

boom!

The light of the Mosca Palace burst into the sky against the thunder!

A voice, centered on this, rolled away towards the entire city of Mosca.

"In the name of Perron's Shield!"

"Guard this world!"