The door, which Kohei couldn't open with all his might, opened a thin crack at the moment when his back was close to him.

The hand that dragged his arm was so strong that it was impossible to break free, and it dragged him through the small gap at once, and the skin on the outside of his body rubbed against the hard drag and bump, and it hurt hotly.

But unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, the inky darkness in the corridor was immediately replaced by a faint yellow light, although it was extremely faint, but for visual animals, even a little bit of light was much stronger than seeing nothing.

The dagger-wielding monsters didn't catch up again, perhaps because the door was blocked.

Huang Ping gasped and got up, looking back to see who had dragged him in, but to his surprise, there was no one behind him, and at some point, the owner of the hand disappeared without a trace.

Huang Ping stood there for a moment, and only after he was sure that the monster outside the door could no longer hear the sound of the place, did he dare to take a step forward.

The road he was on was like a long underground tunnel, the dim yellow light came from the oil lamps hanging overhead every ten meters, and the flames were the size of beans, lingering in the wind.

Huangping held his breath and walked gently, the narrow passage in front of him gradually winding underground, he didn't know how many steps he had jumped, but there was still no end in sight.

He had never imagined that there would be an underground facility beneath Lemmon's outpost, which Lemmon never mentioned. Finally, when the channel no longer descended but spread in a flat trend, Kohei realized that the front had most likely reached its end.

And at the exit of the passage, there is a strange statue. An angel with white wings outstretched, with bloody bands tied around his eyes, mutilated arms, and a stone-carved body covered in scratches. There was an everlasting lamp above its head, and the flames kept rising, and unlike the cold flames on the ground, the bright flames were scorching.

Huang Ping had just taken his eyes off the angel when he faintly heard an intermittent commotion in the distance.

It was a large underground cavern, similar to the one he had passed through when he was exploring the Zerg lair, but it was full of strange rocks, but with the help of a faint light source, he could see some buildings standing far above the strange rocks, and there was even a stone path that winded.

Where did that cacophony come from?

Kohei hurriedly ran forward, but he didn't find anything unusual or human presence where he passed.

It wasn't until he passed a corner that he found that a ritual seemed to be being held in the open space some distance away from him, and a group of people were gathered there, all lying on the ground, chanting words in their mouths, motionless, as if kneeling and praying.

A huge sheep-faced statue stands next to the stone wall, with black wings, a full **, a slender body, a torch between its two horns, and a scepter with intricate patterns in both hands, with a solemn and solemn face.

The prayers of the crowd suddenly rose an octave for more than ten seconds, and then gradually subsided, probably because of the noise that Akira had heard before.

At this moment, four big men slowly lifted out a stretcher, on which seemed to be tied a person, although the hands and feet were tied, but still struggled desperately, causing the stretcher to sway from side to side and sway slightly.

It was obvious that his struggle was in vain, and the four strong men seemed to feel it at all, and steadily lifted him to the feet of the sheep-faced man, who was more than twenty meters high, and placed him on the ground.

The ritual seemed to be carried out to the last step, and the voice of the leader of the priest in a black robe suddenly raised, muttering all the words that Huang Ping did not understand, and finally saw him make a strange gesture with both hands, and the platform under the feet of the sheep-faced man was slowly raised.

And that's exactly where the stretcher is placed.

The priest walked slowly up to him and removed the cotton cloth from his mouth.

The man cried out desperately, "Help! Help me! ”

The priest seemed to turn a deaf ear and watched him silently, when two black-robed men respectfully knelt beside the priest holding a brown box, and the priest opened the box to reveal a row of knives and daggers of varying lengths.

The man skimmed over, and he was even more frightened, shouting, "You neurotics, let me go!" ”

Huang Ping, who was hiding in the distance, suddenly became excited, although he didn't see the man's appearance very really, but his voice Huang Ping was really familiar.

No wonder the three people in the outpost were nowhere to be seen, it turned out that Ral had been caught here by them.

What to do, it looks like this is a living sacrifice. If this was before, Huang Ping rushed over without saying a word, but now he has no ability at all, if he stepped forward so recklessly, it would be tantamount to a sheep falling into the mouth of a tiger.

Just as Huang Ping was struggling, the priest had already taken out a dagger and opened a long opening in Ral's arm, and in Ral's cry of pain, blood slowly flowed out of the pipe groove under him, and the whole platform became blood-red, as if he was excited by the sight of blood.

Can't wait any longer!

Kohei gritted his teeth and decided to act immediately.

Ral closed his eyes in despair, his strength had been drained by the struggles and screams, and the gradual loss of blood had made him weaker. Perhaps, today is his death, but he never thought that he would die in such a form, which is really ironic.

The priest was about to make a second slash when he suddenly felt a slight whistling sound in the air, his head tilted slightly, and a stone slashed past his ear.

But when he turned his head to look in the direction where the stones were flying, he saw four or five stones of different sizes flying in the air one after another. Frightened, he hurriedly jumped to the side, but one still hit his head hard, and immediately bled profusely.

The angry priest scolded fiercely, "You waste, don't find out the troublemakers quickly, time is running out, and the sacrifice process must not be disturbed." ”

The believers who were originally prostrate in the audience got up one after another, they were wearing gray robes, howling and running in the direction where the stones flew out, and the robes rattled and made a very loud noise.

Seeing that the believers were going to look for the troublemaker, the priest wiped the blood on his head, looked up at the solemn sheep-faced man, and looked a little anxious.

He took a dagger and stabbed him in the heart at Ral, whose eyes were wide open and desperate.

The tip of his knife was less than half an inch away from Ral's chest, and a strong force suddenly slammed into the priest's body, and the tip of the knife opened a hole in Ral's skin, and the priest fell to the ground with disbelief and panic in his eyes.