Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Sloria’s summer is accompanied by extremely rare snow melting. The large amount of snow water flowing from extremely high mountains converges into a snowmelt river that only appears in summer. After the snowmelt river is formed, the riverside will grow once a year. Greenery.

The riverside weeds are luxuriant, the flowers among the clumps are luxuriant, and the birds and beasts in the mountain forest will also gather here during this green summer. During this special period, there will be a truce and a snowmelt festival where all tribes gather together. With sacrifices to the great and holy goddess of the snow mountain who protects the snow mountain and the people, the mother of the snow people.

At this time, the Snow Melting Festival is being held. The new generation of saints and sons come from the three tribes of the Xueshan tribe. The goddess prays, hunts the herd gathered on the banks of the snowmelt in the warm sun of noon, and presents the most ferocious beasts as sacrifices to the great snow mountain goddess in the evening at dusk.

Kona is the saint selected by the Baicao tribe this year. She, together with the saints and sons of the fir tribe and the Yuanshui tribe, kneeled in front of the altar of the Snow Mountain Goddess Statue on the banks of the melting snow, chanting the saint of the Snow Mountain tribe together. Song, this hymn they will sing until the end of the hunt and the moment when the sacrifice is made.

The Baicao tribe had the advantage in the disputes among the tribes this year, so the newly elected saint of her tribe took the lead in the sacrifice of the snowmelt season, that is, kneeling in the center and closest to the goddess.

The little girl who is only fifteen or six years old is not able to bear her temper. She waited quietly in the morning until the evening. She knelt on the snow grass mat, secretly opened her eyes and looked to her right, the holy son of the fir tribe, Awana. With a strong body, he was the main player in the snow-melting season hunting activities in the previous years.

But after the holy son of the fir tribe died in the winter hunting the snow beasts this year, he became the only person in the fir tribe who met the requirements to become a holy son and saint, just like Kona who was driven off the shelf by a duck. This man enough to fight for the position of the clan leader became the new saint son of the fir tribe.

She sneaked a glance at the woman kneeling on her left. The saint of the Yuanshui tribe is older. Tania, who has served as the saint of the Yuanshui tribe for six consecutive years, is the oldest child and saint in the snowmelt season. The one who even knelt in the lead for three years during her re-election.

So the majestic aura on her made the rookie Cona a little restless, unable to get into the state for a long time.

Ah, what a bad luck...

No, my legs are numb, and the momentum on the left and right sides is too scary.

On one side is the majestic saint who is about the same as the patriarch, and on the other side is the **** and oppressive saint...

Kona, who was caught between the two big men, couldn't help swallowing, but she knelt right in front of the goddess statue on a high platform made of cedar wood. Her every move was in the hands of all the people of the Xueshan tribe. In the eyes.

She didn't dare to move, she really didn't dare to move at all!

Calm down, Cona, you can do it! Forbearance, now the sun has started to set to the west, as long as the snowmelt season is over!

While thinking about this, Kona wanted to dye her beautiful white hair into other colors, whether it was green or gray, she could accept it.

The saint child and saint woman of the snowmelt season are the priests of the goddess, and the priest of the snow mountain goddess must be the one closest to her. Therefore, the most important thing to select the saint son and saint woman is to have the same white hair as the goddess——

According to legend, the Snow Mountain Goddess is a snow-colored girl with white hair and white eyes.

Although there are few white-haired snowmen in the three tribes of the Snow Mountain, there are still some, but those with white eyes have never seen them before. The closest thing is the light-colored transparent blue like underwater ice. .

Kona's own eyes are light lake green. Although they are not too close to the appearance of the goddess in the description, because they represent the new life of green, it is enough to push her into the position of saint.

Under the snowmelt river under the high platform, some people also looked at the statues of the three saints and the goddess of the snow mountain.

The goddess statue carved from ice and stone collected from extremely high mountains has the same snow color as in the record. Because of the special material, it has a transparent jade texture. Her extremely long snow hair falls down to the melting snow river. In the flowing water, the goddess closed her eyes slightly, and dozens of snow butterflies circled her hem and stopped at the tip of her hair.

Of course, those snow butterflies are only carved out of ice and stone. Most of the living snow butterflies live on higher mountainsides. The location of this river near the foot of Sloria Mountain is rarely seen. .

Every time a prey is hunted, a sacrifice is made to the goddess.

The hunting in the snowmelt season is gradually advancing, until the midday sun sets, a large amount of animal blood and human blood stained the water of the snowmelt river and the new grassland, and the animal herd gathered on the snowmelt river was also driven away, although nostalgic. The ground lingered downstream from the source of the river, but he also lost the courage to go forward and fight again.

The prey piled into hills and the remains of the warrior were placed at the two ends of the altar, symbolizing the unquenchable courage of the snow mountain tribe. The warriors who hunted the most were arranged at the front end closest to the goddess. The wounded snowmen and the year The young children were second only to the warriors, and the patriarch of the Baicao tribe began to take the lead and shout:

"Offer sacrifices! To the great Snow Mountain Goddess!"

"To the mother of Snow Mountain, our mother!"

"I hope that in the coming year I can harvest more prey and give birth to more children..."

The total number of snowmen of the three snow mountain tribes totaled tens of thousands. The simple and brave snowmen dressed in thick animal skins surrounded the goddess' statue and her priests, and presented a long-lived hymn to the goddess.

The singing was so magnificent that it seemed to shock the world. The snow on the pine needles of the cedar forest not far from the Snowmelt River was shaken down layer by layer, and the birds flew up. Ko Na was on the high platform and clearly felt under her body. The wooden frame of Wang shook a little, and the snow piled up on the statue of the goddess in front of him also fell into the running water under the stage.

As the singing progressed, the vibration of the high platform became stronger and stronger.

"It won't be an earthquake or an avalanche...?"

Cona looked a little rushed, she habitually lowered her head slightly and muttered to herself, the next moment she raised her hand to cover her mouth, this place is in front of the altar of the snow melting season, and the random words in front of the goddess are It's a kind of blasphemy, but she seems... she can't move around during the sacrifice process!

Of course she wanted to immediately put down and pretend that nothing had happened. Anyway, the saints of the other two tribes had their eyes closed, but she heard the old saint of the Yuanshui tribe, Tania, unexpectedly returned to her. One sentence:

"No, there is a goddess who protects us, and there will be no natural disasters of this magnitude in the snow-capped mountains."

Tania’s voice was icy and hoarse. Ko Na quickly put down her hands and looked at Tania, who was sitting on her knees. The nearly thirty-year-old saint opened her eyes solemnly and looked towards the peak of the snow-capped mountain. Her words were buried in the snowman's high singing, and only Kona, who was kneeling beside her, could vaguely hear.

"The clouds and mists of the sacred mountain have changed, you see..."

"Compared to this, it's better for us to go down first. I think this platform is going to collapse."

Although she said that, Tania, a veteran saint, did not dare to move when she did not move. After all, the patriarch had been telling her that if she had forgotten anything before the snowmelt season, she was right to learn Tania’s actions. of.

Cona looked in the direction Tania was pointing. The top of the distant snow-capped mountain covered all the clouds. I don’t know when the clouds began to surging. The change of the clouds formed a circle after another. Cona looked at it and felt that it had become a circle. The shape of the clouds is a bit like...

"snake."

"Don't be rude, saint of the Baicao tribe." Tania scolded Kona for the first time. Her expression had become inexplicable fanaticism. She said like an chant, "That must be the **** bestowed by the goddess. Trace, our mother, has she finally revealed her intention?"

"Our tribe of the Snow Mountain has been in her arms for nearly a thousand years. The people of the God of Humanity are squeezing us out and guarding us now...Please help us, we also need fertile land, we also need new food, We need the same land and rights as Christon and Bailey, please look at your poor children, great mother, great snow mountain goddess!"

Tania’s crazy demeanor scared Kona, who was still ignorant of the precarious situation of the Snow Mountain tribe. The little girl didn’t know how to pick up the problem, and Tania didn’t need others to invade her domain. She was the most pious saint of God. Female!

In this short period of time, there were also singing snowmen who noticed the abnormality in the direction of the mountain. The crowd of tens of thousands of people knelt down and began to appear in chaos. The grand and magnificent hymn was disturbed by the constant sound of exclamation, accompanied by the distance. The roar of the wild beast, this is the first snowmelt season in which the hymn has not been sung halfway through.

Cona stared at Tania in a frenzy and madness for a while, she turned her head abruptly to look at Awana who was kneeling on the other side of her. The twenty-something warrior used the same thing as her. Looking at Tania, who had been lying on the plank of the high platform, with a horrified gaze, she had been yelling something to the goddess's idol. She was grateful that her other companion looked normal.

"What should I do, Awana? Should we go down first?!"

This high platform is really going to collapse!

Nearly half of the people of the Snow Mountain are caught in the enthusiasm for [God], either shouting the name of the Goddess of Snow Mountain, or chanting praises to a certain god. This extremely chaotic scene made Kona even more afraid , Especially when she looked at the chaotic crowd from the high platform, and when she saw that the head of the clan had also become a member of the group of fanatics, she even dared not look at the goddess' idol.

Is this wrong? Is this wrong?

Even the goddess can't disturb the will of the snowmen in this way. Kona stood up from the high platform. She heard the sacred mountain resounding loud enough to penetrate the heavens and the earth, but she did not dare to look, as she did not dare to look. Like the goddess Xiangxueshan, she just wants to get off this platform now, she just wants to live!

"Kona! What are you doing, Kona!" her zealous clansmen shouted at her angrily, "No rudeness to gods, no rituals of blasphemy! You are a priest of God, you can't Leave the altar of God!"

"Don't listen to him, they are crazy! Ko Na, get out of there!" someone shouted to her like this, accompanied by the terrifying coercion spreading down the mountain, "Hurry up, Ko Na, It's an avalanche!!"

Avalanche...Since they migrated to Sloria, this sacred mountain has never had a major natural disaster. The great Snow Mountain Goddess has always blessed them as the defeated dogs after the war, whether it is Bailey or Kriston. They couldn't peer into the land of Sloria, even if the severe cold here would take everyone's life at any time, they still loved the last pure land they could have.

But now the goddess doesn't seem to bless her people anymore. The fierce air current blows the goddess' idol into the water, and the high platform built by the wooden frame is also fragile. Kona just feels that her feet are empty and her whole person is crooked. Falling into the current of the melting snow river! In this short moment, she could only simply be grateful that she had fallen into the water instead of on the snow, and that she might still be alive.

She saw that the sky of the snow-capped mountains was still clear blue, and the direction of the sacred mountain would always cover all the heavy clouds and disappear without knowing when, replaced by the clear blue connected to the sky. She finally knew what the sacred mountain where the goddess of the snow mountain was.

It was pitch black, a black shadow entrenched on the sacred mountain.

Although she only saw it for a moment, she realized it.

It was a snake, and the black giant snake was looking at her.

That is a god, not a pure white snow mountain goddess, but...

"Ahhh... the great sole god."

Ko Na is not the only snowman who speaks of the name of God. The closer the person is to the God, the more he can understand the power of God, and God is watching them.

If nearly one-third of the people of King Christon near Sloria have become believers of the only **** at this moment, then there are ten of the Snow Mountain tribes who are already in the territory of Sloria. Eight or nine all became His followers.

The only difference is whether it is a believer or a fanatic.

Cona's luck is very good, she has always known it. The Snow Mountain Goddess they had always believed in redeemed all the people of the Snow Mountain at the last moment, and saved her who was the closest to death, Kona also knew.

If the goddess did not save them, then whether they were buried in the natural disasters of avalanches and cracks, or died under the icy watch of the gods, it would be a foreseeable tragedy. This is an unending tragedy.

She once felt that the goddess does not exist. The Snow Mountain Goddess is just the spiritual support that the Snow Mountain tribe fantasizes in the long and difficult snow survival. This view was told by an adventurer who came to the Snow Mountain to explore. This is also the current life for Slow. The mainstream conjecture of the Rhea Snow Mountain tribe.

She once felt that this was the truth.

Everyone said that the goddess of the Snow Mountain is snow-white. She has white long hair and white eyes. The white snow butterfly always surrounds her. She is an eternally pure girl. She is the mother of all the creatures in the Snow Mountain. She is the **** who always blesses them, and is their last haven.

When Kona fell from the high platform, she saw the blue sky, and saw the snow goddess flying towards her like the snow goddess incarnate from a fantasy dream. The goddess is indeed what everyone said, pure snow, her long sleeves The snow and snow butterflies that have never changed in Sloria are swept across.

She did not fall into the icy rapids of the Snowmelt River, but lay in a warm mountain forest. The change in the scenery in front of her was only a short moment. The temperature in this mountain forest was too warm, through the trees. Yin's sunshine is also extremely warm, making her feel like she has fallen into a wonderful hallucination.

The people of the Snow Mountain got up from the forest one after another. Their first glance was still looking in the direction of the sacred mountain of Siloria. They knelt down and prayed there like pilgrims mad. They told the name of the only god. Extremely pious, but inexplicably tears filled her eyes when she saw the snow-colored girl.

"Sorry……"

Some people choked out, they didn't know why they were crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... mother."

Obviously his mother is also in the team, her mother is already safe!

"Why should I be like this? Shouldn't I..."

He believes in the only god, he remembers clearly, but, but...

"...I'm sorry, goddess." Ko Na stared in the direction of the mountain with red eyes. She stared at the place where her faith was, but let the tears that kept pouring out of her face wet her face. She knew she was supposed to. Apologetic.

Apologize to the goddess who saved him, and to the mother who was forgotten by him.

What they have forgotten is really important.