This was Mo Yu's first time seeing a real festival, and it was a little different from what he had imagined.

After three gongs, three drums, and three gongs, the long sacrificial procession took action.

At the forefront, a total of 64 soldiers from eight horizontal and eight vertical lines formed a spear formation, with neat steps and lofty instruments, and they were shouldering the heavy task of clearing the road. The evil of the old society will be less to go to the street to bully men and women, not to prepare a team of loyal dogs, well, similar to their duties.

Immediately afterwards, there was a procession of priests dressed in hunting clothes and wearing black high-crowned hats. The number of people is not large, only 16 people, but all of them look solemn, step by step, and stop from time to time to shout a few slogans, and bow down to the sky together, there are too many cumbersome movements so that the speed of the team's progress is comparable to that of a turtle crawling.

Well, then, it's Mo Yu's favorite YY... Ahem... The street cleaning team composed of witches, but unfortunately the distance is too far and the angle is problematic, and the armpits and protrusions cannot be seen, so they can only drool at the back, which makes someone really feel regretful———— it is said that wearing a witch costume must be a vacuum, so ······ You get the idea. Almost every witch has a small flag, and each small flag is painted with runes of different shapes, but they are all the same mysterious and difficult to understand, which makes Mo Yu feel "although it is unknown, but it is powerful".

The 16 palanquin bearers carried a huge bowl occupied the middle of the procession. It's not so much that it's a small building, with cornices and arches, and orb runes, and what's even more amazing is that it actually has two floors, and the weight is enough for several tons, if it weren't for the coolies, they are all more than five meters tall, full of muscles, and a punch can beat Mo Yu into a small cake of the cow ghost, and it really can't lift it up.

Probably using the increase in the workload of the bull ghosts because of his "boarding" of the giant game, Mo Yu noticed that the muscular men below looked at him quite unkindly.

God knows why this inexplicable lady Saki would force the "Ichisuke prisoner" to board the giant that only she and her attendants are qualified to ride.

Since he was escorted, Mo Yu began to repent, swear, and justify, trying to exchange life with his three-inch incorruptible tongue, but this eccentric little sister turned a deaf ear to his harassment, and in the end, Mao Biwei couldn't stand Mo Yu's verbosity like a monk, and gagged his mouth with a rag.

Behind the giant battle, a group of "samurai" wearing hats and swords at their waists marched silently, and their responsibility was to prevent emergencies from occurring at the venue.

In the end, it was a ragtag army spontaneously formed by the "people", which had no other purpose except to add a little color to the festival.

Because of the nature of black-dark creatures who hate fire, there are no torches or oil lamps around the square where the ritual is held, but they can keep looking at the ink feathers around them, but their vision is inexplicably not shortened due to the lack of light.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but feel refreshed, could it be that we woke up again with night vision?

A casual glance up relieved his doubts, and the black night was dotted with several blue fireballs. Under the cold blue glow, everything around is clearly visible.

[The demons here are already able to use phosphorus fire for lighting, is this the night vision light of the magic stream?] 】

Mo Yu couldn't help but be amazed, and at the same time, he inexplicably felt that the shape of the "blue sun" in the sky as a lighting facility was a little strange.

After carefully looking at it for a long time, he realized that the truth inside made Mo Yu sweat profusely———— where was the night vision light, it was clearly a ground binding spirit suspended in the air. When the Earth Binding Spirit urges the body-inner demonic qi to operate according to a special route, the body-body emits a bright blue light, and the stronger the cultivation, the brighter the light———— this is one of the few demonic knowledge that Mo Yu learned from Jinglong, and only a knowledgeable mage or ghost warrior knows this special demonic energy running route.

The idea of using Earthbound Spirits as light bulbs is good and powerful, but the inventor is really bad enough.

finally survived until the end of the parade and the official sacrifice, and Mo Yu's temples began to ache faintly again.

On the altar in the corner of the square, Sister Sha Ji played the pan flute. As the bright movement played, the strange six-pointed star circle drawn by the center of the field with suspicious black paint emitted a dazzling white light, and a huge humanoid object slowly rose from it, indicating that the originally hard granite ground had been transformed into a passage connected to the unknown space.

It's really a weird way to summon, the humanoid object that appears in the white six-pointed star circle, the shadow of the light energy messenger is faintly visible, and the setting of the circle can be activated by blowing the pan flute, and it is inexplicably in line with the consistent urine nature of the cuckold to save his wife.

Today is destined to be the day when Mo Yu's common sense collapses———— when Mo Yu saw the appearance of the gods sacrificed by the demons, his brain exploded.

His own divine scripture is already tenacious enough, and being able to stay calm in the midst of all kinds of inexplicable events today is a good proof of this, no matter how calm Mo Yu shows on the outside, he can't help but be complacent in his heart. He never expected that the front was all petty fights, and the last scene was the main meal, and in front of this festival full of "lying down-groove", his proud reason was completely shattered.

Shortness of breath, pupil search, increased heart rate, increased blood flow, oxygen and glycogen are transported to the cells, ATP is produced in large quantities, the narrow muscles that connect the tongue and jaw, combined with the trembling muscles of the cheeks, burst out with unreasonable huge force———— the rags that brutally occupied Mo Yu's oral space, and he actually spit it out.

"This is the god you sacrificed?"

Mo Yu's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were torn and torn by excessive movement, and he looked very terrifying. Excited-exertion-degree, the oxygen content in the body is seriously insufficient, he gasped for breath, and the green tendons next to his temples also matched his movements, beating gently.

"What kind of mess is this?"

———— huge stone statue over 20 meters

———— eyes in the shape of salted duck eggs

———— head that doesn't grow an inch of grass

———— Transformer-like jaw

———— and the iconic chronomer-like appendage on the chest

————No matter how you look at it, you look at it, you look at it, it's an Ultraman!!

If it is only this is still within the scope of common sense understanding, the ultra-ancient giant stone statue in the world of Tiga is not the only one, and this kind of strange demon settlement can exist for so long, and it is impossible to say without a little black history.

————However, the stone statue of Mao is exactly the same as the one he looks after his transformation!!

"Smack!"

Before the rag hit the ground, he picked it up and stuffed it into Mo Yu's mouth again, blocking everything that someone wanted to say later.

Nika moved at the right time, manipulating Mo Yu's lying down and bowing, keeping in line with the demons around him.

A group of lonely ghosts hidden behind the scenes of history, under the guidance of a girl with a strange personality, worship their own statues, and as a deity, they can't even get the basic freedom to be guaranteed, and they are forced to do their own stupid things to worship themselves———— such a festival is really a big husband?

Mo Yu was sure that he had never been here, but what did this suspicious statue in front of him represent?