Dozens of minutes later.

The unconscious native wizard wakes up.

He immediately looked at the wooden statue of the goddess of war, Morrigan, for fear that the holy relic of enlightenment that had flowed from the official place would be stolen by thieves.

Seeing that the statue was still there, the native wizard breathed a sigh of relief.

Hurry up and take a step forward and hold it in the palm of your hand.

Then he looked around the chamber in confusion, blinking a little suspicious that he was not being attacked, but ...... Are you in a coma because your blood sugar is too low?

"Hey, I'm getting old, too."

The indigenous wizard shook his head and whispered a little bitterly: "I think back then, when I followed my master, the great god of dancing could dance for three days and three nights without rest!" ”

"It's only been one night now, it's not going to work, it's ...... It's really not my time! ”

Speaking of which, this indigenous shaman is also a seeker.

On the road of pursuing transcendence, I don't know how much hardship I have suffered.

And what is rare is that he has not changed his original intention, that is, he is now famous, and a large number of believers have followed, and he still has not forgotten the pursuit of transcendence.

It's a pity that the pursuit of the first half of his life, except for the enhancement of spiritual cultivation, everything else is the moon in the water.

Rest...... The transcendent birth gave him hope.

But he was stunned to find that he was already old and decrepit, that is, the avenue was ahead, and whether he could insist on walking to the gate of the avenue to see the different scenes inside had to be marked with a big question mark.

Unwilling!

When the indigenous wizard thought of this, he felt sad that he was alone in this secret room...... I cried out!

Xiao Yu left a watchful eye on the wood carving of the goddess of war, Morigan.

That's why I saw this alternative indigenous wizard.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but think back to the information of this indigenous wizard and remembered his name.

He was fifty years old, and his name was Ani.

Perhaps because of the hard work before the age of fifty, Arnie now has a thin face and gray hair, and is placed in Xiao Yu's hometown, and no one doubts that he is definitely considered an old man of seventy or eighty years old.

Xiao Yu silently remembered the name.

He was included in the list of scouts.

Xiao Yu noticed the evil ritual that was going on in another basement.

Ani's chamber was undoubtedly much shabby compared to this basement.

This basement is said to be a basement, and it is more like an underground space converted from an underground parking lot.

In addition to a naked indigenous shaman, who presided over the ceremony, the meeting was attended.

There are also a large number of male believers who are mostly pot-bellied, also naked, and only wear masks to hide their appearance.

Female believers also wear masks, but they are much better in shape, and they appear to be provided by the organizers, and each male believer is accompanied by one.

Several male believers who can see that they have a relatively high status, and there are even two or three female believers who allow him to hug him left and right.

Xiao Yu looked carefully at the black crystal statue in the basement with some confusion, and confirmed that although it was not produced by himself, it was indeed the appearance of the goddess of war, Morrigan!

These guys are obviously holding an event to worship Morrigan, the goddess of war.

It's just that......

"Is this because it is difficult to change its nature, or is it because this group of cultists have changed careers and feel that as long as they are evil gods, they like believers to hold uncovered meetings and take out all kinds of activities that cultists like to see?"

Xiao Yu whispered, and soon found out.

This gang of sub-cultists was even more daring than he thought.

And go crazy!

On the altar, which was about one and a half meters high above the ground, the indigenous wizard danced for a while, and then asked a few strong men to bring up a tightly bound child.

It was a ten-year-old boy with red hair and rosacea.

A descendant with distinctly Celtic features!

Of course, it may be that this is someone else's unlucky child, and the Celtic kinship may go back to the Black African era.

However, as a sacrifice for sacrifices.

The boy had been unanimously designated as a Celtic descendant by the majority of the Cultists represented by the indigenous shamans.

No, it has to be!

Who made him redhead and rosacea?

Who let his family dare to travel to Macheng without knowing life or death in today's environment?

Sure enough, it must have been God's will that he became a sacrifice!

The indigenous sorcerer is obviously a qualified cult priest, and he has first-class brain replenishment ability, and he attributed the appearance of the little boy to God.

It caused a lot of applause from the believers below.

Some were agitated and even waved their powerful arms and chanted sacrifices.

They couldn't wait to see the little boy sacrificed......

"I'm rubbing, it's in the reputation of the goddess of war, Morrigan."

"Although the goddess of my family is a villain, it is also a forced villain, how can she be desecrated like this?"

"This is to lower my goddess to the level of those abyss monsters!"

"It has to be the group of abyss monsters who are particularly low in force to like such sacrifices."

Xiao Yu whispered, already having made up his mind.

The little boy had woken up at this time, and he couldn't speak, so he could only vent the fear in his heart with tears in his eyes.

The indigenous shaman, who had changed his career to be a goddess of war, Morrigan, skillfully lifted the rope on the boy's back.

Prepare for the sacrifice.

Before the transcendent was born, the indigenous sorcerer had concocted a cult in the skin of a holy bishop.

And relied on various means to win over many middle- and upper-class believers.

In order to guarantee the loyalty of the elite, the faith of the backbone believers.

The indigenous shamans relied on the knowledge passed down from their predecessors to rally the loyalty of their faction through the death of sacrifices.

He succeeded, and continued with his thoughts.

If everything goes well, maybe he will be able to climb to the top of Macheng like the predecessors of the stick country, so that he will become a big political force that is too big to reach, and then go on a whitewashing trip.

Unfortunately, the transcendent birth disrupted his plans.

Several major disturbances involving cults have caused him to lose a lot of followers.

Thankfully, just when he didn't know what to do.

Macheng ushered in the new faith of the goddess of war, Morrigan.

The indigenous shaman doesn't care who he believes, he only cares if it helps him.

After being convinced from the authorities that Morrigan, the goddess of war, would be officially supported.

The native shaman immediately converted to the faith of Morrigan, the goddess of war.

This has improved his environment.

But he was not satisfied, and the official sacrificial rituals were considered too rudimentary.

Why is it intimidating if it is not complicated, how can it be believed if it is not mysterious?

If there is no fear, how can people unite and obey orders?

So the native shaman began to relapse from his old illness and performed a sacrificial ritual again.

Moreover, this time, the goddess of war Morrigan is sacrificed!

Even the sacrifices were all chosen enemies of the goddess of war, Morrigan, suspected to be children of Celtic descent......

The native sorcerer raised a sharp knife.

Under the gaze of many believers, he let out a strange scream, and then slashed at the back of the little boy's neck!

"In the name of Morrigan, the goddess of war!"

"In the name of God!"

Screams filled the entire underground chamber.

In the voice, there is no lack of morbid excitement in it.

However.

The next second.

The crowd, including the indigenous shamans, was stunned.

Moment of truth!

The statue of Morrigan, the goddess of war, which the indigenous wizard used to imitate with black crystal, actually teleported to the boy's side, blocking the sharp knife that the native wizard was gathering momentum!

The statue of Morrigan, the goddess of war, seems to have a magical power to protect it, making it difficult to stop the sharp knife even a millimeter above the surface of the crystal!

"Oh God!"

"Morrigan, the goddess of war, has appeared!"

The believers screamed in panic.

As a believer, it stands to reason that we should be happy, excited, and excited to see the true God descending to earth......

However, after discovering that the true god appeared to stop them from doing things.

As long as these guys aren't stupid, they realize that they've made a big mistake!

Blasphemous deeds were done during the sacrificial ceremony!

In today's environment.

They...... I'm afraid it's all going to be over!

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