Galo Continent.

The dark clouds of black pressure announced that a storm was coming, and at this time, in the gathering place of the Wind Serpent Clan, thousands of natives were partying around the clusters of lit bonfires. They looked short in appearance as if they were uncivilized savages, with brownish-black skin and a much larger head than ordinary people, and these natives wore oil paint tattoos on their bodies, and danced and roared around the campfire. Their dancing was wild, as if they were going crazy with the twisting of their limbs, and what was even more frightening was that some of the dancers with feathers gradually rolled their eyes as they danced, and then kept telling something in the indigenous language.

This time.

The natives next to him would bow down to the dancer whose eyes were rolling and twitching, shouting words of a special meaning in their mouths.

"Shamanic teachings. ”

"What a bunch of foolish guys......" A pair of eyes silently watched all this in the dark.

In the early days of most civilizations, shamanism was the dominant religion of intelligent beings, because the 'spirit' was the existence of people, closely related to people, and was considered the most accessible mystical knowledge. However, with the progress of civilization, shamanic teachings will gradually disappear from history, and only some of the more backward regions will maintain shamanic traditions.

Shamans generally looked down on shamans.

Because they think that shamans are a group of half-baked spellcasters who blindly worship spirits in order to gain more power, Stephen himself does not have such an idea, but shamans who have not entered the interstellar age are indeed a bit of a pitfall. Of all the types of shamans, the elemental shaman is the one with the greatest potential and strength, while the voodoo shaman is the weirdest and most vicious.

Stephen hates bugs.

So his most hated sect is undoubtedly the 'Voodoo Sect' in the first place.

The shamanic teachings of the native tribes have existed for thousands of years, and it is strange that their civilization has always remained in a primitive society, as if the brain structure of these native people is not enough, and there is no way to advance the civilization further. In these thousands of years, many kinds of shamanic teachings have been born in the indigenous tribes, and there have even been powerful earth teachings, and the earth shamans of the indigenous tribes during that period are very powerful, and there are even signs of further evolution of civilization into kingdoms. But in the end, the appearance of the Blood Serpent God destroyed all of this, bringing the 'Voodoo Sect' to the native tribes and completely destroying the shamanic lineage of the ancestral spirit teachings.

Voodoo cults began to flourish among the native tribes, and they learned how to raise poisonous insects and beasts, and they were all good at poisoning curses, and no one studied the meaning of the elements anymore.

In a burst of hula shouts.

The ritual of the entire tribe reached its climax, and under the escort of a group of native warriors, groups of captives were sent to a dark red altar in the center.

Most of these captives were natives, captured by the Wind Snake clan on their expedition to other natives, including some humans, who may have been attacked by the natives. When the captives were brought to the altar, an old witch with a gloomy aura came out of a huge tent, her rickety body was less than one meter and two high, she wore a huge gemstone ring on her ten fingers, and held a strange bone staff in her hand, and there were many small pockets on her body, and I don't know what it contained. The old witch took out some jars and tinkered with them, and after a few minutes she smirked and raised a powder at the captives, then motioned for the natives to untie their ropes.

Jingle bell.

Dozens of swords were thrown onto the altar.

The old witch smiled cruelly and opened her mouth to recite a strange incantation, and then saw a very small insect fly out.

Roar!

Among the captives, an adult man suddenly roared with a distorted expression, he slammed into the sword on the ground, picked it up and stabbed it at the person next to him, directly piercing the opponent's heart, and then he slashed his sword behind him, instantly chopping off the head of a native man.

Blood gushes!

The natives who watched around instantly shouted as if they had climaxed, and their expressions became as excited as if they were crazy.

"The ritual of the blood sacrifice has changed again. ”

"The number of offerings has also increased. Last time it was one hundred and twenty people, this time it has exceeded three hundred. A pair of eyes frowned in the darkness as they watched it all.

The killing frenzy on the altar continues.

Suddenly, the captives were fighting each other as if they were going crazy, and they were dying very quickly, but in ten minutes or so, only seven or eight people remained, and these were obviously good fighters. They pounced on each other like beasts, and then the last one was left in the process of exchanging injuries for injuries.

The old witch looked at the last captive with satisfaction, and after reciting a spell he froze in place like a puppet.

She took a black pill from her pocket and motioned for the servants next to her to feed it to the captive before motioning for the others to take him down. At this time, the entire altar was already a pile of stumps and severed arms, and blood flowed along the stone groove of the altar, forming a strange sacrificial circle.

"Haka!"

"Blood Serpent God-Haka !!"

Thousands of natives continued to bow down towards the altar, accompanied by a rich bloody aura, and the blood all over the altar turned into blood-red smoke as if boiling, and these blood-red smoke converged and formed above the altar, and then a dark red and extremely strange and hideous Quetzalcoatl Phantom appeared in front of him.

He opened his mouth and sucked it into the altar!

A large amount of flesh and blood essence was absorbed by him, and the soul phantom that was like nothing also appeared in front of him, and was directly swallowed by the Blood Snake God, as if he was very satisfied with the sacrifice this time, the Blood Snake God spread his wings and sprinkled a blood-red mist, which was dispersed around and inhaled by the natives, and suddenly they all howled wildly as if they had been stimulant. However, more mist hung over the shamans, some of whom clearly showed signs of increasing strength, and the old witch's wrinkled face seemed to have become a little younger.

"The Blood Serpent God has begun to give back to the believers with a blood sacrifice. ”

"If we continue at this pace, soon He will be able to bestow divine ......"

"He's almost officially canonized......"

In just half a year, more and more native tribes have re-served the Blood Snake God, and the scale of blood sacrifices has also increased, and the Blood Snake God was just a hazy phantom at first, but now he can give his followers strength and lifespan. In less than six months, the number of shamans in the native tribe she observed had more than doubled, indicating that the Blood Serpent God's power had grown stronger.

"Your Excellency must be notified!" the figure in the darkness faded away.

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