Chapter 256: True and False Sukara, Ashura's Dancing Pestle! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

The land!

Ashura Temple.

In the spacious hall, dim candles hung on the walls, burning brightly, illuminating all directions.

[Sage Sukara] paced in the hall, holding a long staff.

His face was stern as he slowly walked up the steps, came to the platform, and stood next to the throne.

Swish!Swish!
[Sage Sukara] glanced around and couldn't help but raise his head.

"Open the roof of this hall later!"

"too dark!"

[Sage Sukara] shook his head and said in a deep voice.

He doesn't like this temple!
He gave orders to his Ashura soldiers.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
At this moment, the temple suddenly lit up, and beams of light fell down one after another, transforming into different human figures.

Indra's figure appeared.

He raised his head, stood sideways, took a step forward, his eyes flickering, looking at Sukara standing on the high platform.

At this moment, [Sage Sukara] also leaned over and looked.

Boom!

The sound of thunder echoed in the sky, flashing and striking out scarlet lightning.

The two people's eyes flickered in the void, colliding to produce almost identical thunder and fire.

boom!
Indra's eyes flickered, and he stared at the figure of [Sage Sukara] and narrowed his eyes slightly.

this is……

The magical power of Maya!
He could tell at a glance that this Sukara was not real!
but……

No need to expose!
"Praise to Master Ashura!"

Indra's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, then he clasped his hands together and murmured.

Proman narrowed his eyes.

He frowned slightly and stared at the [Sage Sukara] in front of him, feeling that something was strange.

Not like Master Sukara!

"Could it be Maya's magical power pretending to be him?"

Proman narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

As the Danava king, he is particularly good at Maya's magic power. Even if he is not as good as the famous Maya Ashura, he is second only to him.

He was now very sure that he was not mistaken.

There is definitely something weird about this Sukara Sage!
But now that the Asura King has paid his respects, I can only obey temporarily and wait to test this fake mentor.

"Praise to Master Ashura!"

Proman said.

The other Ashura generals also spoke up.

"Praise to Master Ashura!"

Praise to Master Ashura!
……

The Ashura generals all saluted.

The next moment, Indra smiled and took big steps, slowly walked up the stairs, making rhythmic footsteps and gradually approached the mentor.

Finally, he came to the mentor and clasped his hands together.

"The mentor is back, this is really a big thing worth celebrating!"

Indra smiled warmly.

[Sukkarara] looked him up and down, and finally said, "Boli? The new Asura King!"

"Yes!"

Indra smiled.

The two looked at each other on the platform.

[Sukara Sage]'s eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "According to the rules of sacrifice, when a new king ascends the throne, a 'Ceremony of Accession' is required."

"I heard that you captured hundreds of thousands of priests."

"With these priests, we can perform the sacrifice for you as soon as possible."

[Sage Sukara] said.

Hearing this, Indra's eyes flickered.

The enthronement ceremony is similar to the coronation ceremony, there is nothing much to say!

"Praise the mentor!"

Indra put his hands together, smiled and sat on his throne. He glanced at the 'mentor' standing on the side.

This person can perform the [Ceremony of Accession to the Throne], and it seems that he is also a sage with profound asceticism.

No wonder Maya can be used to deceive these Asuras!

"Humph!"

"Show me your true face!"

Indra smiled.

All kinds of hazy light immediately emerged in his pupils, and Maya's magical power rippled like ink, reflecting the other person's figure.

On the other side, the Asura generals below were somewhat surprised.

[Namuzhi] was slightly startled.

Is it the enthronement ceremony?
This sacrifice requires the worship of the Three Gods, which the Ashura King did not like to do before, but I did not expect the mentor to bring it up again now.

This guy Boli actually agreed.

"This guy……"

Proman narrowed his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he murmured in his heart.

"This guy should not be the king of the earth before Sukara. He did not respect the three gods and did not perform the 'enthronement ceremony' at all. Sukara would not say more."

"This guy is probably fake!"

Proman thought.

He is now basically certain that this 'Sukkala' is a fake.

But there is still a slight possibility!
Just in case!

Swish!
Proman took a step forward.

He smiled and said slowly, "Today is the return of our mentor. It is a great day for me, Asura. We should celebrate. I have a pair of brothers under my command."

"Durantak, and Trugan!"

"These two brothers are masters of pestle fighting!"

"They are also believers of Mahadeva, just like you, Master."

"Why not let them have a pestle fight here and put on a show."

Proman chuckled.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
He did not give the person time to react. He turned his head to look at the gate and clapped his hands. The crisp sound of applause instantly spread throughout the temple.

boom!
There was a flicker of light coming from the gate.

Two tall figures followed.

Their faces were very similar, with decorative blue gems inlaid on their foreheads. Their body shapes were also similar. They held huge golden pestles in their hands and walked towards them.

"Durantak, Trugan!"

"Come and fight for the king and the mentor!"

Proman muttered to himself and transmitted his voice, secretly giving orders to the two guys.

boom!boom!
[Durantak] and [Drugan] stood on both sides of the hall. They loosened their hands and smashed two golden war pestles heavily to the ground.

[Durantak] Smiles with confidence.

He moved his index finger and lightly ran it across his straight beard, causing it to bounce slightly.

The next moment, his big hand slowly fell, with his palm covering the top of the pestle handle. With a twist of his five fingers, the golden pestle immediately turned.

[Drugan] also pulled out the war pestle suddenly, held it with both hands, and held the golden war pestle diagonally in his arms.

Boom! ! !
The moment the two men grabbed the pestle.

Their figures spun out at the same time, and the huge golden pestles collided with each other, making a deafening roar.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to turn into a golden whirlwind, constantly colliding with each other.

Under great force!

Dazzling flames flashed and burst everywhere. The terrifying power caused the void to vibrate, causing the surrounding Asuras to retreat cautiously.

It even spread beyond the temple and into the distance, causing countless Asuras to stop and look.

Boom!Boom!thump...

The sound of the sacred pestles colliding one after another rang out in the temple.

The next moment, [Durantak] and [Drugan] were in the middle of a fight.

The two men's eyes flashed.

It's now!

Swish!Swish!
They twisted their waists suddenly, bent their legs and grabbed the ground, and threw the giant golden pestles in their hands out instantly.

The divine pestle, one in front and one behind, carried with it strong wind and flames, like two golden meteors, smashing towards the sage Sukara.

(End of this chapter)