The weather was fine tonight, the stars were constantly twinkling, and by the faint moonlight, Winnie slowly touched forward.

By some distance from the altar, Winnie could already see a little inside.

There seemed to be traces of fire burning in front of the rift, and vaguely there seemed to be a large group of people around the burning altar, clasping their hands together and chanting in a low voice, coupled with the cold wind whistling in the rift valley from time to time, there was an inexplicable sense of mystery.

"That's cool!"

Winnie felt that her decision to sneak in was really fantastic, the atmosphere was simply better than many horror movies, and with the right BGM in the later stage, it was simply perfect, and she could already imagine the sensation caused by this variety show after it aired.

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The more Winnie thought about it, the happier she became, and she decided to go any further, and the front would surely be clearer than it could be seen here.

She bent her waist forward, trying not to make a sound.

However, before she could take a few steps forward, a hand suddenly reached out in the darkness and grabbed her, and a voice full of banter and some familiarity sounded behind her.

"Winnie, you're such a disobedient bad girl!"

"Ai... Ms. Amy, why are you here?" Winnie looked at Amy, the treasurer, who was walking behind her, and her heart was full of panic and excitement.

"It's miserable, it's terrible! I'm going to be caught and I'm going to die. Winnie tried her best to pretend to be pitiful, hoping that Amy would relent. ”

"Forget it, since you want to see it so much, let's come along!

"What?" Winnie didn't expect Ms. Amy to let her go so easily, and allowed her to go and watch, the happiness came so suddenly, she wanted to go from hell to heaven at this moment.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Amy. I promise not to cause any trouble for you later. Winnie excitedly reassured and quickly followed.

In the dark rift, the excited Winnie didn't notice Amy's strange tone just now, still immersed in joy.

The style of the altar had changed dramatically, and Winnie did not recognize it as the one she had set up with her own hands.

The altar, which was originally one person high, seemed to be much taller, and each layer was filled with strange words that could not be recognized, and the blue-purple flames in the center of the altar sprang straight out several meters high, illuminating the surrounding rift valley with a faint blue and purple, as if it was no longer in the world.

Although I don't know how they did it, it doesn't affect Winnie's heartfelt exclamation, this is just cool! I really want to take pictures for Joya to see the blue pool, the bonfire party she held is really too simple and inferior compared to this!

In the end, Winnie still suppressed the idea of taking out her mobile phone to shoot, and the strictest rule in the crew was that she was not allowed to shoot with her mobile phone, which she still knew.

The thirteen psychic actors on the side of the altar sang in low voices. All of them were dressed in miserable white cloaks, and their faces were covered with a myriad of eerie spots that could cause dense phobias to develop, and they looked extraordinarily oozing.

Winnie subconsciously rubbed her arms together and watched them keep throwing one sacrifice prop after another into the flames. I don't know what material is coated on the prop, but every time a sacrifice is thrown in, the flames shrink and then erupt rapidly.

Now, the flames in the altar were about to rise five or six meters high.

Winnie was at first looking at it with relish, but soon she felt that something was wrong, that they were actually sacrificing living creatures, and in such a cruel way.

This is not filming a show at all, and no TV station dares to broadcast such cruelty

, torture, bloody shows. Even Miami Life Channel, which has always been known for its adult heavy taste, will not broadcast it.

Winnie looked at the psychic on the edge of the altar, took out two black goats, one male and one female, and fixed their limbs to the stands.

With a horn sacrificial knife, he carefully cut off the genitals of the two black goats in the midst of their pained bleating, and then respectfully held them in the hands of a psychic.

She couldn't bear to turn her head and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Amy, "Since you want to come and see, don't rush to leave!"

Winnie sensed that there was something wrong with the film crew, and she explained in a panic, "No, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I won't bother you." But Amy's hand grabbed her like steel, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she struggled.

The bloody sacrifice in the field continued, and Winnie had already closed her eyes, not daring to look at the black goat screaming and being slaughtered, for fear that she and the black goat would end up in the same fate.

She prayed incessantly, her mind in a mess, endless remorse swirling in her heart, why did she have to come here.

"Look! a great moment is coming. Winnie's ears suddenly remembered Amy's enthusiastic cheers, and she subconsciously opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the altar.

I saw that the psychic led by the leader first threw the head of the dead black goat into the altar, and then continued to throw the inner account limbs one by one, and the flames in the altar had become about twelve meters high.

The psychics around the altar chanted prayers one after another, and only the psychic who was the leader tightly held the genitals of two black goats, one male and one female, and roared almost in admiration, "The Chaos Mother Nest that gave birth to hundreds of millions of offspring, I sacrifice it as a black goat and call for your heirs to come!"

His frantic roar echoed through the rift, and the rest of the twelve shouted with it. The reverberating voices slowly echoed with their wild shouts, and a twisted and chaotic will passed through the altar.

In the midst of this frenzied shouting, Winnie only felt that she was getting more and more out of breath, her head had begun to faint, and her whole person was delirious. Gradually, her expression was also full of fanaticism, and her mouth kept screaming wildly with this voice.

"The Chaos Mother Nest that gave birth to hundreds of millions of offspring, I sacrifice it as a black goat, calling for your offspring to come!"

The wind in the rift slowly stopped, and blue-purple sparks burst out of the altar and fell on the nearby rocks and burned. In addition to the thirteen psychics in the main canyon, the rest of the staff also joined in the frenzied cheers.

The flames in the center of the altar continued to shrink, and spiral twisted lines appeared on the flames, and the entire flame gradually turned dark brown-purple, exuding an infinitely twisted dark and evil aura.

In a trance, Winnie seemed to see an indescribable huge piece of flesh, only countless tentacles and whiskers growing across the starry sky of the universe, and an indescribable womb in the lower body dripping with countless mucus, just like the queen bee's hive, in which countless indescribable creatures came and went, looming.

Winnie subconsciously raised her head to take a look, the flames that were constantly shrinking and expanding, and countless unbelievable forbidden knowledge frantically poured into her barren brain. She understood a lot about reproduction in an instant, sexual reproduction, asexual reproduction, division reproduction, seed reproduction, spore reproduction, and so on.

She subconsciously touched her belly, which had become as big as a basin of water, and smiled dementedly, "What kind of breeding am I? sexual or asexual?" Before she could figure it out, after a bang, her stomach exploded instantly, and countless tiny tentacles gushed out wildly, devouring her flesh and blood quickly.

As if stimulated by the sound, the constantly twisting flames instantly expanded, and an indescribable figure was about to come out of it.

It's just that this small door can't be crossed at all, and an unspeakable thought appears in the minds of everyone present.

"Sacrifices, more sacrifices!"

Just containing this simple idea, many people present couldn't bear it, and suddenly their faces were distorted, and their heads exploded in an instant like a hammered watermelon.

Even if there is no malice and only a small message is transmitted, this is still not acceptable to mortals.

Just when the news was finished, he was about to leave.

Suddenly, a discordant voice came from the rift, "Do it!"

A magic pot with two cobras intertwined suddenly flew out of the crowd and sucked directly on the flames.

Amy, George and others, who were originally indulging in frenzy, came to their senses, and they instantly killed the edge of the altar. The movement cleanly twisted off the heads of most psychics.

The psychic who was originally the leader suddenly woke up, looked at his companion who was twisted and broke his neck, and shouted in despair, "Sosha!! you ......"

But before he could finish his sentence, George had already crushed his heart first, leaving him to fall to the ground with remorse.

The altar, which had lost the support of the psychic, collapsed in an instant, and the flames suspended above the altar vanished in an instant.

An old man who looked very old but was in good spirits reached out to catch the falling magic pot. He looked to be in his seventies, and his silver-white hair was neatly combed, which made people feel good at first sight.

The few remaining people in the rift valley bowed down to the old man one after another, "Lord Sage!"

The old man waved his hand, gently shook the magic pot in his hand, and said with a regretful expression, "Is this only enough to collect this little this time? Is it only enough to give birth to the essence of less than twenty clansmen?"

George, Amy, and the others were silent, not daring to answer.

After a long time, the old man silently put away the magic pot, and in a short period of time, he had already made a very important decision, and it was also an important decision related to the life and death of their clan.

"George, you go and clean up this place first, Amy stays and I have something to say to you. ”

"Amy, I want you to gather all the psychics we have found in the shortest possible time, and at the critical moment you can use all the dark threads we are hiding in the human race, remember, at all costs!"

Amy said with some concern, "But, Lord Sage, we haven't completely discerned whether they have talent or not, so we will arrest them all......?"

The old man directly waved his hand to interrupt her worries, "Everything is as I say, how many people do we have left, are there three hundred? We can't afford to wait, the world has been suppressing us." Now the Supreme Divine Court's attention is focused on the Blood Clan's Holy Blood Sacrifice, and they will never allow the Blood Clan's true ancestor Cain to be resurrected again, this is our best chance. We need a greater sacrifice to summon the offspring of the Chaos Hive and deprive them of their power to nurture enough people, you know?"