Under the dark night sky, only a bright moon hung high, spreading light towards the world, but under the light of the light, the altar full of bull corpses, dark red blood stains were sprinkled all over the ground, which looked particularly strange.

The prophetess solemnly placed the heart of the tenth bull on the altar, and kept chanting the complicated and obscure words in her mouth, without stopping, and did not pay any attention to the carcasses of the bulls beside her.

Ten large sturdy bulls, ten hearts that were taken out of the bull's body before it died, ten souls that wailed out of fear and despair......

Blood Sacrifice.

Undoubtedly, this was the way the prophetess chose to sacrifice after much consideration.

Unlike the sacrifices to the gods and spirits, the sacrifices of delicious and fatty meat, the sacrifices of blood, the fear, despair, the cruelty, the curse of the living soul before leaving this world after struggling with it.

These twisted souls are to be sacrificed to satisfy tyrannical beings with special fetishes......

But will it succeed?

Even the prophetess herself was not sure of this, and what would be the consequences of her failure?

Looking at the dark night sky, the prophetess stood in front of the bloodstained altar and spread her arms as if to embrace some invisible being.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting her mind sink into a deep stillness, trying to feel the call of the darkness.

"Hearken, hearken to the call of your lowly servants, your servants, and offer you sacrifices with tormented souls......"

The prophetess muttered.

In front of her, the hearts of ten bulls were placed on the altar, but there was no movement.

Behind her, everyone stayed away from the altar in awe, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool, and no one dared to interfere with the prophetess's summoning ceremony.

Time passed little by little......

However, until the moon went down, there was no movement.

The prophetess opened her eyes and muttered.

"Failed. ”

......

Failed.

The powerful being who devoured the sun did not respond to the prophetess's call, as if it had completely ignored the sacrifice.

Fail.

The prophetess did not anticipate this situation, but she did not feel any discouragement.

There is a high probability of failure of the sacrifice, it may be because the other party is not satisfied with the sacrifice, or it may be because the other party is not interested at all, everything may exist, and if the sacrifice fails, then it is very common to redo the next sacrifice.

But in this sacrifice, the prophetess didn't feel even the slightest sense of communication, she couldn't feel any breath of the other party, as if an ant was desperately waving its tentacles in front of humans, but the other party ignored it.

"Is it because the sacrifice is not good enough? ”

The prophetess returned to the house in deep thought, and beside her, the able-bodied man and several other leaders of the nearby clans sat around the fire, looking respectfully waiting for instructions.

She muttered for a moment before speaking.

"If the sacrifice of livestock does not interest that being, let's try it with a slave. ”

Several clan leaders looked at each other, then nodded.

......

The tenth moon rises after the sun disappears.

There is no doubt that slaves are still very prevalent in the world at this moment, and even the daily life of the Norse people is to go to sea to fish, and by the way, go to sea to rob and be pirates, rob people, and buy and sell slaves, so if you want to talk about slaves, these clan leaders are absolutely not lacking.

However, it was not easy to gather slaves from the nearby villages within a dozen miles, and now that there was no sun, the journey became even more cumbersome, so much so that it took several days to complete.

However, no matter how difficult it was, the slaves were still together.

"Get on your knees!"

With the scolding of the Norse warrior with blue tattoos on his body, the slave whose hands were tied backwards was kicked violently in the crook of the leg, and the slave who was caught off guard involuntarily knelt on the ground.

And with the same fate as him, there were more than a dozen people kneeling in a row beside him, all of them naked, without even clothes to cover their shame and avoid the cold, and their bodies were also skinny during their long slave life.

And in front of them, the elderly prophetess knelt before the blood-stained altar, closed her eyes, and muttered prayers.

After a long time, the prophetess stood up, turned around, glanced at the dozen slaves in front of her, and pointed at one of them casually, while the Norse warrior behind the slave willingly set up the slave, and then tied him to the altar.

The ignorant slave panicked and tried to resist, but his thin physique made him powerless to resist the violent restraint of the Norse warriors.

"No...... Not ......"

The slave's face was filled with fear, he screamed, cried, struggled with his hands and feet, and his hands were even strangled with blood.

As a Norse, of course he knew what the prophetess wanted to do, but it was because he knew that he was so afraid......

But in front of him, whether it was the Norse warrior covered in blue tattoos, or the elderly prophetess, their faces were still calm, as if they were used to it.

When the slave was tied to the altar with her back facing up, the prophetess drew her gold-encrusted knife and stood solemnly in front of the altar, which landed gently on the slave's bare back.

The cold blade touched the slave's skin, causing his breathing to grow more and more rapid, and despair and fear filled his pupils.

With his head down, he couldn't see the prophetess's face, but because of this, he could feel the chill coming from his back more intently.

The prophetess's mouth began to murmur.

"The eagle sleeps in your body......"

The gold-encrusted knife began to draw on the slave's back, cutting through the slave's skin, and sketching a rough pattern on the slave's spine with oozing blood.

Eagle Claws, Eagle Head......

A lifelike eagle appeared, but strangely, the eagle had no wings, only a body, a head, and claws.

"But the eagle longs to soar ......"

A dreamlike voice echoed in the slave's ears.

The slave's eyes became more and more desperate, and he muttered something, as if there were still many regrets and remorse that could not be completed.

The gold-encrusted knife was aimed at the slave's back, and then, with all its might, sliced down!

"Ahhh!!!!h

The slave's wails and screams were heard around the altar, and the slave tried to struggle, but the ropes were so tight that he couldn't move.

However, the prophetess did not care, and used a knife to cut all the muscles of the slave's back alive, revealing the place where the ribs connected to the spine.

"It needs wings ......"

The prophetess chanted slowly, and the gold-encrusted knife in her hand cut off the place where the ribs connected to the vertebrae, which naturally made the slave almost unable to scream, but she didn't care, but chanted slowly:

"When the eagle breaks through the bondage......"

Reach out, grab that rib, and slam it out!

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the ribs in the back were lifted open.

A ......

Two ......

Three ......

As the prophetess chanted, almost all the ribs on the slave's back were lifted alive and torn open to reveal the kidneys inside, but even so, the slave was not dead, and in order to ensure the smooth progress of the ceremony, the prophetess would still pour salt water on him from time to time in the middle of the ceremony to prevent the sacrifice from passing out.

However, the slave was still breathing at the moment, only breathing out, not in, and could only faintly hear the gurgling sound coming from his throat.

On top of the altar, black blood stained the entire altar, making the whole ceremony full of blood and horror.

"It will carry the soul of the sacrifice......"

As he chanted the prayers, he continued to open his ribs, and when the last two ribs were lifted, the lungs turned outward.

The slave's life began to cease, and his eyes became dead and cold.

On his back, twenty-four ribs turned outward, like outstretched wings, together with the body of the eagle on the vertebrae, formed a strange blood eagle.

"Flying to the ...... Far Away"

Looking at the dead slave in front of her, and the winged blood eagle on her back, the prophetess prayed in a low tone.

(PS: The "Blood Eagle Ritual" in this chapter is derived from one of the ancient Viking rituals, so if you are interested, you can check it...... If you really have such a heavy taste. ）