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It is a pity that they are a cult, a cult cloaked in the cloak of justice, and their existence is destined to be intolerable to the world.

When the hearts of the Hassen were stirred, the short man said, "It is our honor to be able to give our flesh to the gods, and our souls will follow in the footsteps of the gods for nine heavens." Who is willing to come out and be the first to sacrifice themselves to the gods?"

After the short man finished speaking, the scene was silent for a while, and a man in his forties stood up with righteousness: "I!"

"A fool's ------"

I looked at the man who took pride in sacrificing his flesh, and his eyes were full of confusion and sympathy.

Under everyone's gaze, the man walked to one of the pools of the altar, stripped off his clothes, and jumped in.

Then four or five people came up and helped him wash his whole body white and clean like a white chicken. Then he was lifted out and placed on a stone platform above the altar.

From my point of view, the man was very conscious, his eyes showed a happy expression after a happy moment, and he lay on the stone platform with a faint smile, without a trace of fear.

The short man very solemnly picked out a very sharp boning knife-like heavy sharp knife from among the tools beside the altar. First dissipated the poison in the alcohol basin, and walked slowly to the altar very solemnly, beside the man.

"In a moment, I will help you purify your soul and let you have an intimate encounter with Lord Hasen, who will guide you to the paradise of bliss."

After the short man finished speaking, he folded his hands, closed his eyes, and muttered very reverently to the man on the stone platform.

The man on the altar seemed to be hypnotized, his smiling eyes slightly closed, and he slowly fell asleep peacefully.

The short man was afraid that the man would wake up during the sacrifice and interrupt the sacrifice, so he took out a dark red cloth from his pocket and put it on the man's forehead.

Then he reached out and groped around the man's body from head to toe, from top to bottom, front to back.

Then he raised his knife and slashed down the lower abdomen of the man on the stone platform.

The boning knife glittered with cold light slashed across the man's body, and after the blade, blood erupted like an erupting volcano. The strange thing is that none of the blood splattered fell onto the stone platform, as if there was an invisible hand controlling the direction of the blood droplets, and the blood was attracted by an inexplicable force and fell into the groove on the side of the stone platform, and then flowed along the direction of the groove to the circle of skulls, and after walking around dozens of skulls, the blood flow became much smaller, but the blood color was more bright red. Bright red blood flowed into the fist-sized stone skull.

The blood of the man on the stone platform dried up, and the forehead of the stone skull became slightly ruddy, but the rest of the place did not change much.

The expression on the face of the man in Shitai was a serene look from beginning to end, without a trace of pain, as if he was enjoying SP from heaven.

After the short man had finished draining the blood of the sacrifice, he did not stop there, and continued to cut the flesh of the sacrifice piece by piece.

The blood on his body was released, the man didn't feel it, the flesh on his body was delayed, and the man didn't scream. He slept peacefully and happily went to heaven.

After another twenty or thirty minutes, only a skeleton remained on the man's body, and the short man took out the man's heart, liver and lungs, and carefully placed them on a huge stone plate, and the heart was still beating together.

I almost threw up my overnight meal.

At last the short man put down the boning knife in his hand, his hands were stained with blood, he folded his hands together, and prayed again: "Great Hasan God, your disciples are here to call you reverently, please accept our sacrifices, please bring the souls of your devout saints to heaven."

The stone skull only had a slight change in its forehead, indicating that the sacrifice was not enough, and that it needed to be supplied.

The short man glanced at the old man who had been called the deputy leader. The old man nodded imperceptibly.

"Nicholas sacrificed his soul and body to our great gods, and his soul was purified, who of you is willing to follow in Nikolai's footsteps to heaven?" The short man asked loudly.

In the face of this bloody scene, even the most devout believers have fear in their hearts. No one dared to stand up and be this trailblazer.

Everyone kept their heads down silently, no one looked at anyone, and there was a posture of sweeping the snow in front of the door.

You can't just give up halfway through the sacrifice. The short man rolled his eyes and hit Xintong and Xuanyuan with his thoughts.

"Bring the two of them up, the woman leaves it to the gods for dessert after cooking, and the man directly disposes of it as a sacrifice." The short man said.

Hearing this, Xintong's shoulders shook uncontrollably, and she struggled to resist, trying to break free from the restraints of the people next to her. Xuanyuan, as a person from the Hidden Gate, has experienced a lot of things, but it is the first time that he has encountered the matter of being offered as a sacrifice, and his heart is also a little panicked and afraid.

But he didn't show it, his fingers moved slightly, and the person who was pulling him next to him suddenly fell to the ground with a howl, and softened into a puddle of mud.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to have two more moments, you can try again!" The short man suddenly pulled out a modified laser gun and aimed it at Regulus's head.

Xuanyuan Mingji, as a disciple of the inner door of the hidden gate, walks all over the world and is a high-ranking existence, when has he enjoyed this kind of treatment of being pointed at the head with a gun.

It was the first time he had experienced it, but he never wanted to experience it again.

Xuanyuan Benji didn't move, he stood there and looked at the short man coldly.

"Now you know you're scared, right? If you have the ability, you can try it again!" The short man took a small step forward and shouted.

"When I get under our roof, I don't know how to bow my head, and I still want to blow up my hair, and I don't weigh how many catties and taels I have!" The short man thought he had everything with the laser gun, and he got carried away and threw the laser gun in his hand into the air.

A breeze blew, and the laser gun went off in mid-air and fired a shot at the old man, the deputy leader.

A bright flower bloomed at the heart of the old man's chest without any precautions, and he fell headlong on the altar without any last words, and the blood in his chest flowed into the groove on the stone platform.

The hundreds of people present watched this scene in amazement, and none of them stepped forward to pull the old man up and treat him.

After a while, someone in the crowd shouted: "This is the will of heaven, it is the heavens who have chosen the deputy sect leader to sacrifice!"

"You can really speak, don't die poor friends, now whatever you say is right." I pursed my lips and said secretly.