The ancestors of the Darong people once believed in a peaceful and kind deity, the age of this deity is remembered by 10,000 years, he was born long before the appearance of the human race, and he is one of the ancient gods that can hardly be found in the world.

The Everglades was originally a fertile plain that gave birth to the Old Gods, whose fate was closely linked.

The old gods maintain order in the plains and protect the creatures that live here. He formed a friendship with the highly intelligent Darong people, and together they established the prosperous Darong Kingdom.

Suddenly, one day, from the abyss of the earth, an evil god called Mole Ghost, who could control all beasts, and his army of beasts invaded the territory of the ancient gods and slaughtered the people of Darong.

The ancient gods led the people of Darong to fight against it, and finally they were defeated and died, and the plains were also destroyed and turned into a barren swamp, and the people of Darong were aggrieved and begged for survival......

"You have to believe that there are no living beings in this world, including gods and demons, who hate mole ghosts more than our Darong people."

The bald female stared into the eyes of the dragon spirit and said hatefully, "My ancestor made an unforgivable mistake. They believed in the Mole Demons with great devotion, and it was not until the Mole Demons were ready to sacrifice the blood of all their faithful believers that they realized that those who rebelled against the Mole Demons were right. ”

"After escaping from the abyss, they found their people, who had been tortured into monsters by the curse of the mole ghosts, and obtained something from them."

The corner of the female bald head showed a happy smile on the corner of her mouth: "An artifact left by an ancient god that can destroy mole ghosts!" ”

"But even if you have an artifact, you have to have the right opportunity to kill the mole ghost. Because he is so powerful, even if he sleeps, he is hidden in the abyss, and we can't find him at all, and we can't do it until the moment he appears. ”

"Now that the mole demon has woken up, he thinks we are still his followers, and has contacted us to ask for another blood sacrifice so that he can regain his strength as soon as possible. We have waited for this opportunity for three hundred years! ”

"Hahahaha, we've been pretending to sacrifice to him for hundreds of years, just for today."

She opened her arms with a fanatical expression and said in a loud voice: "I, the priest of the Darong people who have borne the blood feud of countless clansmen, will personally summon and destroy this evil god today, so that he can also taste the taste of being deceived, betrayed, and tortured!" ”

After hearing this story, the dragon spirit didn't know what to say, he touched his chin, shook his head, and said, "I don't care if what you say is true or not, you can't summon that...... Mole ghosts. ”

The bald priest's eyes were cold, and he smiled forcefully: "We have no grievances with you and the people of Longze, and what we do has nothing to do with you, why do you want to meddle in your affairs?" ”

The dragon spirit said solemnly: "If we don't care, I'm afraid the rumors have already been killed by you." ”

"Exterminating an innocent race, this kind of thing, only an evil race can do. Although our Ryuze Department is small, we are a good race, and we will never allow the rumors who are also good races to be killed! ”

The bald priest of "......" and a group of cannibals were stunned, and in the savage world of the jungle, the most hypocritical could not say such a thing.

"Ahem." The dragon spirit said that he also had a fever on his face, so he quickly stopped, and said: "I doubt that you can destroy the mole ghost, if something happens, my dragon Zebu will also be unlucky." ”

"Anyway, no matter how sure you are, I won't risk my tribe. How good is it to let him fall asleep, and why risk it? ”

The bald priest had anger on his face, and argued loudly: "He has already woken up, and in two or three years at most, he will appear on his own without summoning him." At that time, he had no weaknesses, he would easily kill the Mother of the Wetlands and rule the entire swamp, including the Valley of the Hidden Dragon, once again. ”

"We must lure him into showing up with the Blood Sacrifice Ritual and destroy him while he is weak, this is the only chance!"

“…… No! ”

The dragon spirit hesitated, but still insisted on his decision.

It's not that he's timid and conservative, but that his reason and intuition don't think that the people of Darong can succeed, this is purely the childish behavior of ants tripping elephants, and it is impossible to succeed at all.

"Okay." The female bald head looked cold, nodded and said, "Do you think you can stop the revenge of a noble race that has been carrying a blood feud and has been preparing for revenge for three hundred years?"

The dragon spirit glanced at the male bald head and a few students who were about to start, and estimated the time, and felt that the winged fire snake still needed a little time, so he picked up the javelin and said with a smile: "If you can't sacrifice the blood of the whole clan of the rumor, can you continue to summon the ceremony?" ”

"Hmph." The bald priest said in a relaxed tone: "It doesn't have to be a rumor, and it doesn't have to be a blood sacrifice at the altar, as long as there are enough dead people, the mole ghost will naturally be attracted by the smell of flesh and blood." ”

The bald priest picked up the skull and began to pour things into the altar again, but the dragon spirit did not dare to delay any longer, so he stopped with a sigh and rushed up quickly.

After walking a few steps, I came to the black mud depression, and the touch under my feet was very strange, a little sticky, soft and elastic, like stepping on a soft and dangling jelly.

He saw that the cannibal on the other side did not move, and the male bald man looked at him with a strange smile, feeling that something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped to check the 'jelly' under his feet.

"What is it?" He crouched down and hesitantly reached out to touch it.

Just as his fingers made contact with the jelly, a foul breath rushed to his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to see himself in a boiling pool of blood, in which countless human stumps and severed arms were floating, and the heads of men, women, and children were rolling and howling in the blood wave!

The resentment and bloody aura were visible to the naked eye, and they rushed to his body like a poisonous fire of the Yin Soul, corroding and burning his body and mind.

"Ahh As if he had been electrocuted, the dragon spirit trembled violently in his heart, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"What's going on with this Tamad? Hallucinations? ”

He pressed his heart tightly for the sake of bursting, and stared in amazement at the pool of blood that had returned to the shape of a jelly.

After looking at the cannibals, they didn't seem to have any intention of coming to attack, so they rubbed the dust off the surface of the 'jelly' with the soles of their straw shoes, and lowered their heads to take a closer look.

'Jelly' is a translucent, gelatinous substance covered with a dry, flexible film, and underneath is a 34-centimeter-thick black-red gel with faint pieces of flesh, broken bones, and internal organs.

"Gross!" With just one glance, the dragon spirit understood, and his intuition was stuffy in his chest and itchy throat, and he almost threw up.

This thick, large gel is all 'meat jelly' made from human flesh and blood! I don't know what kind of witchcraft can turn flesh and blood into this!

It would take at least a thousand people to cover such a large area of depression, right? What kind of evil does it take to do such a cruel thing?

"No wonder there is such a big resentment!"

He was upset, stood up, and said to the bald priest with an expressionless face, "You and I have both said one thing less. ”

"At the beginning of the blood sacrifice, not only your ancestors were deceived, but I am afraid that there are more people from different paths of Darong who were captured by your ancestors and used to sacrifice to ghosts, right?"

The bald priest showed a look of surprise, his hand stopped, and then cast a spell, and said indifferently: "That's right, so what? ”

"Huh." The dragon spirit laughed angrily, and said in a calm tone: "Originally, I was worried that my slightest affection for you would prevent me from doing it, but now it won't." ”

"Hmph, you can do it."

"Die with your bad ancestors!" The dragon spirit roared and hurried towards the cannibal who was in the way.

But seeing the bald head sacrifice wave his hand, all the shengfan retreated behind the altar.

The dragon spirit rushed to the altar and wanted to jump up to the enemy, but he felt palpitations and did not dare to touch the altar again, so he forcibly endured the discomfort and bypassed.

At this time, he saw the bald priest pressing his hand on his head, his eyes bulging, and he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and a numbness quickly spread from his neck to his whole body.

Then his hands and feet stopped obeying, and the whole person was like a loose puppet, walking a few steps crookedly, snorting, and falling on the 'meat jelly'.