Countless luna trees quickly stretched out their branches, they would grab the falling carriage, roll up the corpses of the soldiers, tear them apart, the heads, limbs, and torsos separated in the air, and then the writhing branches were pulled back to the trunk full of nodules, and filled the black hole at the top of the canopy, and the nodules on the trunk began to writhe, like the wriggling gills of humans chewing, and the blood on the branches would be absorbed immediately.

One carriage after another was pushed down the bridge, and the trees behind them rumbled, and because they smelled the smell of blood in the air, they waved their spiky branches, and then flung them forward, stretching out their branches to grab food in the air.

Since this forest was created by the corpse of a dead moon god during the war between man and god 600 years ago, it is believed that this is the easiest way for the souls of the deceased to reach the Eternal Forest. The corpse enters the body of the moon god and becomes a part of her, and the soul will inhabit the forest of the moon god's husband, the god of death, and when the calamity returns, the warriors will have the honor of fighting alongside the gods.

Although he had long heard of the sacrificial-like method of disposing of corpses that was unique to the Isle of War, feeding on the Bloodthirsty Forest, the scene in front of him was still beyond the imagination of Sha Luo Hunt.

She listened in horror to the creepy voice, the sound of eating in the bloodthirsty forest. She stared at the bridge with wide eyes. The sloping bridge deck juts out into the dark interior of the forest, and it is impossible to see how the vehicles fell. But she could imagine it—in the dark and lightless forest, countless luna trees connected by roots and stems, and within the pitch-black trunks, thousands of tentacle-like branches with suckers rushed out, wrapping around legs, feet, arms, and heads, tearing skin, penetrating bones, and growing out of eye sockets, mouth, and nose. In an instant, the humanoid body vanished without a trace, the flesh and bones turned into thick nutrients, and in the damp and cold earth, something was wriggling and expanding, it was the new moon god tree that sprouted small buds.

Only the last wooden cart remained in front of the bridge, and the flaming red banner wrapped around the Legion Commander Hades Long Ran and his son Hades Hikari Sharo.

The soldiers on the side of the bridge stood in line facing their leader and their flags, and the left and right heels of their leather boots collided with each other, making a neat "empty~" sound. The two soldiers in charge of the cart turned around, bowed to Poria and Sha Luojiao, and slowly pushed the cart towards the bridge.

There was a rattling sound, and the car moved forward on the bridge.

Saraga turned to look at her mother, her eyes closed, her hands on her forehead, muttering prayers to the gods. In the shadow of his palms, he saw tears streaming down his mother's face.

The rattling sound died down, and the car crashed into the rumbling and writhing forest.

Are the gods listening?

There is nowhere to vent the emotions churning in his chest, and Sara Hunt really wants to shout loudly! Would the mighty Apollona care about worshipping her weak humans? Will the well-fed Almis weep over the loss of our loved ones? Will the sleeping Tadarus guide the spirits who seek him? And Mars, who took their eyes, was he looking?

Sarokari didn't pray, she couldn't remember a word of prayer, she held the strip of cloth in her hand tightly!

It was at that moment that she made up her mind!