Super Trick or Treat System

"This is a trap." Kincaid muttered to himself, as our captives quickly rushed us to the big theater in the center of the huge amphitheater. "They are waiting for us; I think we have been watching us all the time. We walked into the trap like a group of boys."

I told him: "Yes, but I believe we have found what we hope to find." "This is the meeting place for the torch worshippers. I think it is the torch itself. Unless I make a serious mistake, it is Where Liane is waiting in the center!"

It's Liane. She was sitting on a huge, simple green-yellow metal throne, and the pillar of fire rose directly behind her like an impossible plume of smoke. In a semicircle under her feet, there are about twenty old people sitting on a big chair made of strange metal, with huge, unkempt white manes on top of their heads.

Henriques is standing next to the throne of Liane on her right!

His shoulders are drooping and his chin rests on his chest. He was not wearing a blue military uniform, but a simple light green coat. The coat was dark green leather tied with black. He didn't look up before we entered this impressive group, but Liane looked at us with a smile.

Liaon sitting on her throne is not the Liaon of that era. There, she was simply a charming young woman with magnificent eyes. Here, she is a beautiful goddess with a smile on her lips, but still holding the power of the **** of death, she hangs her white hands gracefully on the throne's arm.

She was wearing a thin dress, something gleaming, as thorough as the finest silk. It was black, wrapped around a shoulder by a shimmering green stone. The other shoulder is bare, and the black clothes are the foil to the perfect skin, perfectly showing her perfect white skin, charming blue eyes and light blonde hair.

When our conductor paused in front of the podium, she gently raised a hand. They fell and formed a tight cordon behind us.

"We are waiting for you," she said in a silent voice. "you are here."

I said sternly: "We are here, representing the Supreme Council of the universe through our services. What should we say to those who send us?"

Liane smiled, slowly and cruelly. The pink finger of one hand tapped the carved arm on her throne. The half-circle old man stared at us with firm hatred in his eyes.

"The word you carry with you will be a good word," she said slowly. "Lian has decided to become amiable, but you can fully understand the power of Liane. Because although the word Liane can impress you, it is still a good word, but good Ion is just a woman, and women have always been known that General Hansen will change his mind. Isn't that?

"Yes, Liane." I nodded. "And we are glad to hear that your wisdom has made you kind."

She leaned over suddenly, blinking angrily.

"Mark you, this is not my wisdom but my whim, which makes me feel more forgiving!" She cried. "Miss you, are you afraid? Look around you!"

^ Turn around and slowly cast our eyes on the big collection. Everywhere you can see faces in all directions are oceans. When we looked, the door we entered into the hall was thrown open, and a group of tiny spots poured in.

She smiled and said: "They are still here, under Liaen's command." "They are the ones who dispel your doubts to prevent you from entering this place. They do follow you, but there is a period of safety behind them. distance."

"I think so." Corey murmured. "Things are going too smoothly. Sir, this is what we heard."

I nodded and looked up at Liane.

I said: "You have a lot of followers." "However, this is just a small world. Behind the Council are all the worlds of the universe."

Lean raised her head and laughed, the soft tinkling voice clearly rising above the hollow roar of the powerful flame behind the throne.

She said: "You are brave to say that you know that Li'an has the upper hand. Whether your Security Council has taken armed action against us, we will blow up these holes. These holes are the source of your precious traits and therefore will not bury anything. Power can live here, and it can be extracted as much as the universe needs.

"But these acrimonious verbal exchanges are enough. Liane has already said that she is very hospitable. Isn't that satisfied with you?"

I calmly said: "I will endure those who send me words; I don't want to judge its kindness."

She said, "Then-but first, let me tell you how much I dominate here." She spoke to an old man sitting at her feet. He stood up and disappeared into a path that passed directly under the greenhouse.

She smiled and said: "Now, you will see the punishment for Liaen." "Lian, the chief priestess of the sacred fire, the mother of life, the giver of death, and the most admired.

"Maybe you want to know how Liane sits here to judge the entire people? Let me tell you, and we are waiting for the execution of Liane's sentence.

"His father and his father before him were the chief priests of flame worshipers until the distant days we did not know. But they lacked ambition, knowledge and strength. Their followers were only a few, and their hands were in blessings. Not in the order.

"But Liane's father has no sons; instead, he has a daughter, which is all the wisdom of those who once served as chief priests. She gathered a group of shrewd and cunning old men, little priests and those elderly priests. They are not Priest, who knows the feeling of power, you will see them at the feet of Liane.

"Under the guidance of Liaen, the ranks of worshipers continued to grow. With the growth of power, Liaen's power also increased. Until then, there was no man in front of Lakos, and no woman dared to question the chief’s orders. Priestess. Those who would have rebelled, but felt the power of Liane-just like you see here now."

His old man reappeared, behind him are two poor hapless guys, secretly kept secret by a dozen armed men. Liane spoke briefly to the old man, then turned to us.

She explained: “The first of them was the one who dared to defy.” “The ore he brought out was more than what Lian ordered. Do you hear the voice of the crowd? They already know his fate.”

Thousands of creatures imprisoned in the amphitheater let out long, trembling whispers as the false figure of the prisoner was led to the steep and narrow steps and flew to the bottom of the flame.

Hendrix, still unable to hide his face from us, bent over to Liane and whispered in her ear. She gently stroked his arm and shook her head. Hendricks leaned more heavily on the throne, shaking.

Slowly, the flame disappeared until we saw that it was not a solid fire pillar, but a hollow flame circle, provided by countless jets, which were set at the bottom of a small circle, longer than a human length.

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