Mixing soldiers and professional butchers, more than 2,000 people received orders at the end to begin changing into special oil-soaked cloths, which were intricately waterproof.

Bring another mask-like thing, and two thousand butchers will be disguised.

A butcher who used to live in a town dozens of miles away came out of his wooden hut with a crooked butcher's knife.

He swore he had never seen so many butchers gathered in his life, each with a butcher's knife in his hand.

Some of the tarpaulins were mottled, and most of these were real butchers with their own clothes, while some were brand new, presumably soldiers in new tarpaulin suits.

In the sheds of the surrounding mountains and wild animals, a disturbing atmosphere gradually filled the cages, and the cries of the animals and the neighing of the beasts continued to sound.

"Roar~~"

A sharp-toothed beast roared in its cage, growing more and more ferocious, though it had been weakened by the hunger of the past period.

"Hold it!"

Three or four steel forks with large openings like anti-riot forks for the Earth Police reached through the gap in the wooden cage at the same time, holding down the beast to death.

"Roar~~~"

A butcher held a long-handled knife, fixed it with a long stick, and stabbed the beast with an expressionless face at the major artery of the beast's front and left leg.

"Roar~~~"

"Hold it down!!"

"Ah!!" "Hard!!"

While the soldiers were exerting their strength, the beast's legs were rushing with blood, and under the wooden cage, the wooden basin that had been placed long ago was splashed with blood, and the two soldiers pushed the bucket with their hands in the direction of the splash of blood.

At the same time, the other butchers and soldiers all began to target some of the more ferocious or stronger animals and beasts.

Moments later, the beasts and livestock were all dying, and buckets of animal blood were being transported to the top of the mountain.

Although it was said to be a divine sacrifice, none of the church priests or priests were present.

Brantey stood on the mountain path with a frown, watching with his father as buckets of steaming blood were carried to the top of the mountain, the wail of the beast in his ears.

"It's unbelievable that this is a sacrifice to the gods. ”

Heno's expression didn't change.

"A long time ago, there was indeed a custom of sacrificing blood to the gods, but this time, it may not be ......"

At the top of the mountain, soldiers carried wooden barrels and poured buckets of blood into the cracks of the large carved altar.

"Gollum... Gollum ......"

A bubbling sound was frequently heard with the inflow of various bloods.

The so-called "washing the altar" means that this wave first washes the altar with blood, and to a certain extent, the altar begins to appear "active".

Nearly 10,000 animals were consumed at the altar of floor washing, which lasted until evening, and the butchers drained their blood in various ways.

The whole mountain was filled with a strong smell of blood.

And in the palace, Vogavd became more and more excited.

By the next day, more soldiers had been prepared, and around the mountain, about 30,000 Imperial troops and 60,000 laborers had now been gathered.

As soon as the sun rose in the morning, Emperor Vogavd had reached the top of the mountain, as did all his courtiers and nobles.

The space at the top of the mountain is naturally not as large as the foot of the mountain, but the mountain itself is a flat-topped mountain, the top of the mountain is not steep, and the space is still very vast in comparison.

The altar in the center is a blood-colored color, which is the effect of yesterday's "washing the floor".

But surprisingly, despite the stench and bloody smell at the bottom of the mountain, there was no smell at all at the altar, even if the altar was smeared with paint, it should have a pungent smell after only one night.

"Vision... It's a vision......"

Vogoff had to sit in the leather chair and muttered to himself, already excited.

The master of ceremonies walked to the carpet in front of the emperor, knelt down on one knee and shouted for instructions.

"Your Majesty, the time is just right, can you start?"

Vogeloff clenched his fists and released them, then stood up from his chair and mustered up all the strength to respond.

"Let's begin, offer the gods the wish of the Qingge Empire!"

The master of ceremonies bowed his head and took the order, stood up and walked step by step to a metal vessel in the shape of a gong and drum on the wooden platform in front of him, and took a long pole with a metal head and a wooden body from the soldier's hand.

With all the strength of his body, he swung the long pole out of the way, and then slammed it into the gong face.

"The sacrificial ritual begins !!"

"咣~~~~"

The golden gong sounded.

"Woo ~~~~~~~", "Woo ~~~~~~", "Woo ~~~~~......

"Knock knock ......"

The sound of trumpets and drums shook the heavens, coming from the top of the mountain, from the mountainside, and from the bottom of the mountain, and the whole mountain resounded with this gong and drum.

All the beasts and animals that had been tied to wooden poles the previous night were carried to the top of the hill by soldiers and laborers.

"Enlightenment !!"

The master of ceremonies shouted in the five corners, and the butchers raised and lowered their knives, aiming exactly at the veins of the animals.

All the animals are surrounded by the "spirit ring" around the altar, closely surrounding the circle of the altar, and the number of 300 heads at a time is basically covered with the altar circle.

"Roar...""Woo...""Whoa..."......

All kinds of animals and beasts wailed, watching their own blood continue to flow into the altar, and an aura of fear that could not be seen by ordinary people permeated, but it was quickly absorbed by the altar.

"Next wave! next wave!"

Immediately before the first round of animals was about to be bled out, the next round of 300 beasts was lifted up, inserted into the gap between the two bloodletting groups before and after, and the previous beasts were quickly lifted away.

The remaining tens of thousands of animals had to be bled all of them, at least more than 100 times back and forth.

It's a long process, and it's a terrifying one.

Seeing the veterans of the army, the generals, the ruthless nobles, the noble royal family, and even the butchers who were accustomed to seeing dead animals gradually began to shudder.

The only person in the audience who remained excited at all times was the old man on the noble emperor's chair.

Even though there were thousands of dead animals, what was even more strange was that so much blood did not spill out of the altar.

The overseers involved in the construction and even some of the stonemasons knew that the altar was just a carved trough, and although it looked deep, it was actually no more than the length of two imperial feet. (about 1 meter or less)

This gap is actually limited in its capacity, and the rest is still a stone for people to stand on.

Not to mention this gap, even if it is a one-meter-deep pool the size of an altar, so many animals should have a bit of a reaction or even be full when so many animals bleed.

Of course, maybe the blood leaked from the cracks in the rocks and penetrated into the mountain, but as long as it wasn't stupid, it was now clear to everyone that it was definitely the altar itself.

No smell of blood! Not at all!

And the whole mountain top began to become more and more depressed, and this depression was spiritual.

Even if it was a sacrifice initiated by the bishop of the Church of Light, it would never have such a feeling, which was beyond the comprehension of mortals.

The last animal was drained of blood, but the "Enlightenment" was not over yet.

In the astonishment of countless people, a figure with a black cloth on his head was escorted to the top of the mountain.

"These are death row or felony prisoners selected from the prisons of the cities! Let their filthy souls make a little contribution to their sins!!"

The master of ceremonies shouted, and then gave the order to the soldiers next to him to "enlighten the spirit".

The prisoners' bodies trembled slightly, and they fell to their knees on the side of the altar after being hit in the leg by the soldier with the barrel of a spear, and then pressed directly against the altar's blood ring.

Under the black hood, the mouth is sealed, so that the fear can not be vented, and can only scream "woo woo".

The moment they were pressed on the blood ring, their skin could clearly feel the stickiness of the previous blood stains, and even the warmth.

"Poof...""Poof...""Poof..."......

Three hundred able-bodied prisoners had their necks cut off and then their hoods mercilessly removed, so that they could see themselves as they were, as well as each other, and see the huge altar.

The struggle is ineffective, and they are held down by soldiers who are also afraid of themselves, who are afraid that if something goes wrong, they will become a substitute.

"It's ruthless! It's ruthless!!"

Qin Xiaoxia's longing body stood on the gong and drum wooden platform outside the altar and stared at the "living sacrifice" below, and then swept his gaze to the energetic old emperor not far away.

After all the "enlightenment" rituals, Vog had to take deep breaths to adjust his emotions, step by step from the emperor's chair, and walk to the altar.

The state sacrifice naturally needs to be opened by His Majesty the Emperor or the prince instead of the Emperor.

After a long day of bloodletting, it was now twilight, and the light on the top of the mountain inevitably dimmed.

The red altar, which had no smell of blood, had begun to emit a faint glow of blood.

Everyone watched with bated breath, and the fact that the altar glowed on its own could only be heard in the "god-like" stories preached by the church, but no one had seen it once.

But in front of you... It doesn't seem sacred......

Vog had to stand on the edge of the altar, his heart beating dangerously.

'One step away!!'

After calming down for a few seconds, the old emperor clenched his fists and puffed out his breath, letting out a low roar, but the language was not the "sacrificial prayer" drawn up by the master of ceremonies in his hand.

"The long river of time flows... The barriers of space are dissolved... We are a world that thrives in the void...... Blood carries the spirit, the soul guides pray, and the light of life and the world waits here......"

A tingling sensation in the scalp suddenly permeated the mountains and down, and many people felt cold in their hands and feet, while the blood light of the altar was becoming conspicuous from obscurity.

Brantey had an extremely bad premonition, and he looked at his father, who had always been calm, only to find that Heno's face was pale and his lips were trembling......

'Stop him!!Stop him!!'

This kind of thought is almost in the hearts of many people, but in front of me is the Imperial State Sacrifice, and that person is the Emperor of the Empire!

It's just a thought......

"The deep realm, the infinite starry sky, from the realm beyond the void, the sight of all worlds, in the name of the caller, induces your power to descend ......"

Airplanes~~~

The red light suddenly exploded, and Vogoff's strength and spirit were drained of all his strength, and his head fell to the ground in severe pain.

Brush~~

A red light shot into the air with a viscous texture of blood......

PS: Sunday Chapter 1.

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