With a hard kick of his feet, the dirt splashed, and Thor quickly backed away, and then did another backflip to dodge the pounce.

Antas's face was hideous, his eyes were cloudy, and he was only tyrannical.

After throwing himself into the air, he let out a low roar and shot silver threads from his fingers, connecting to the puppet puppet.

"Roar"

The puppet's eyes opened and closed, and it let out a furious roar like a beast, clicked, and fell to the ground on all fours, and followed Thor at once.

Because people are in mid-air, there is no time to dodge.

Thor was slapped away by the puppet and fell heavily into the bushes, snapping and crushing, overwhelming a piece.

The shadow hangs overhead, and Antas crouches behind the doll, merging and pounced.

Exuding a violent aura all over his body, he will not tear Thor to shreds, and he will not give up.

Rolling on the ground urgently, Thor rolled over and flashed the falling figure.

The puppet falls to the ground and smashes out a dirt pit.

The splash of splinters of wood and dirt hit Thor's face with a puff, and blue and red blood marks appeared.

"Enough!"

Thor was on fire, and with a roar of rage, the soles of his feet exploded into a pit of dirt, and he jumped ferociously on the back of the doll.

With his hands like predatory beasts, he slammed into Antas.

Boom, the struggling Antas slid off the doll, was pinned to the ground by Thor, and clenched his fists violently.

"Surrender to me, surrender..."

Despite being contained and scarred, Antas was still unconscious, spitting saliva and howling madly.

At the same time, the silver thread writhed between his fingers, and the stiff puppet made a clicking sound inside it, and turned to pick up Thor and throw it out.

"Damn it!"

The moment he flew out, Thor cursed.

Twisting and rolling in the air, his wrist swiped around his waist, and he pulled out the serpentine grass rope and shook it to tie up the puppet puppet.

Pull and borrow again, like a swallow returning to the nest.

Before Antas could get up, his chest sank, and Thor stepped on him, blowing up a crater under him.

"I can't save your heart!"

Thor said coldly, lifting his feet and falling before the puppet could break free from the ropes that bound him.

With a click, Antas's wrist twitched and drooped weakly.

The silver threads that control the puppet between your fingers slide off one by one.

The puppet's movements gradually weakened, and the luster of its pupils faded, and finally it lost its vitality.

Thor twitched his hand, and the rope on the doll's body slipped off, and with a flick of it, he quickly wrapped around the struggling Antas.

Tear off the corner of his shirt to block the howling mouth, and it was quiet.

Thor had the time to check the information coming from the crystal nucleus.

"Fluctuations in sacrificial formations?"

It's a memory of Mayne Corida's travels in the Scarlet Wasteland.

It had passed by a tribe that held large sacrifices, and had experienced similar fluctuations in its neighborhood.

It was a primordial blood sacrifice in which prey fought each other at the altar, and the sacrifices were blood resentment and desperate souls!

Prey, wild beasts are only a few, the main one is humans.

"The Magic Association must have chosen an uninhabited island! How can there be a tribal sacrifice?"

At this moment, another strange wave swept by.

This time, Thor clearly felt a sharp needle in his heart.

As if injected with stimulants, the heart beats violently, the blood is wrapped in a frenzy, and the madness rushes to the brain.

"Crystal nucleus!"

With a defense, after a few seconds, Thor drove away the inner riot.

Antas became more and more frenzied, and could not break free from the rope, so he tore the cloth in his mouth and hit his head on the ground.

There was a thumping sound, and the forehead was soon blurred with blood, and the blood was flowing all over the face, making it look even more tyrannical.

"Whew"

The roar of the beast resounded in the forest, one after another.

Wow, two flocks of birds overhead, like two dark clouds blending, colliding in an uproar.

In the midst of the terrible chirp, a large number of bird carcasses fell with a pop.

Not far away, the ground suddenly churned, and two ground pythons jumped out of the earth, rolling up the earth, intertwined, writhing, and biting.

Kill each other!

An isolated island that will soon become a flesh mill.

"The duration of a sacrifice varies, but it takes at least thirty minutes. ”

"I was able to stay awake in the early stage, but as I absorbed the blood resentment qi and death souls on the island, the sacrifice will continue to strengthen, and sooner or later it will exceed my upper limit!"

"Escape to the sea? Based on previous experience, plus the current situation, it will take at least an hour, and it will be too late. ”

"Then the only way left is to find the place of sacrifice and seek life. ”

"The two major families outside the island, as well as the Title Magic Envoy Thunder Beast, will find out that something is wrong sooner or later, and when the time comes, they must rush to the place of sacrifice as soon as possible. ”

Once you have a plan to decide, act on it.

"Erenda, increase perception by a factor of five!"

The blood line climbed up the neck to the head, and the consciousness exploded instantly, flooding with stacks of waves.

But it didn't swing far, and was compressed within a two-meter range of the surroundings.

Thor was like standing in the middle of a tidal wave.

The wind blows the air, the branches sway, the insects and bacteria in the soil layer wriggle, and even the particles in the air, and the leaves are streaked.

As soon as the mind moves, the field of vision is instantly focused, enlarged, and clearly imprinted in the heart.

Soon, strange fluctuations hit again.

The tide around him was suddenly dyed blood-red, and then a monstrous wave waved.

This feeling is like magnifying the pain tenfold and piercing a thick needle into the flesh.

"Crystal nucleus, crystal nucleus!"

Even if he had been prepared for a long time, as soon as he activated the crystal nucleus, Thor's consciousness collapsed, and he had no power to resist.

The eyebrow sigil appeared, and the pupils turned into crystals, cold and silent, without a trace of warmth.

With extreme calm, after resisting, the perception of amplification immediately spread along the direction of the fluctuation.

Seeing that "Thor" was expressionless, he put away the rope that bound Antas.

Before it pounced, it flew up and dodged a few of them, dodging the falling bird corpses.

Then he turned into a phantom and disappeared into the forest, and with his perception, he ran to the place where the fluctuations came from.

As for the deranged Antas, fend for yourself.

Thor in this state is like a sophisticated computer, which exerts his bodily functions to the extreme.

The setting sun sinks into the sea line, and the last afterglow is sprinkled on the isolated island jungle, making the vision even darker and more blurred.

Thus, Thor's galloping figure completely blended into the darkness.

The beasts that fight, the magicians who fight to the death, only feel a breeze blowing.

Even if the perception is keen, and the abnormality is perceived, there is no time to react.

"Found it!"

After cutting through a dense grove of trees, Thor landed lightly on a tree trunk.

Carefully peel off the leaves in front of you, and the vision ahead suddenly opens up and becomes clear.

A clearing about five meters in diameter, where the trees and grass have been cleared.

A circle of scarecrows in the clearing, lit as a torch.

The ground was littered with pieces of flesh and blood, beasts and humans, and the blood spread, outlining a scarlet hexagonal circle.

A bizarre pile of skulls and ribs stands in the center of the circle.

It's like a tombstone in a tomb, smeared with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, birds and animals, it should be an altar!

On the altar are two ancient tribal ritual instruments: a tambourine and a green bronze mirror.

At the six corners of the circle stood six strange men wearing masks, dressed in bright costumes, and with colored ears of wheat hanging from their waists.

The masks appear to be made of grass loquats, animal leather, shells, etc., and like the costumes, they depict humans, birds, and ghosts.

The expressions of humans and beasts are different, whether kind, hideous, or calm.

Six people, some holding flower bells, some beating drums, some shaking broken whips, singing while beating, dancing.

The aura of mystery lingers in this clearing.

"Ritual Dance!"

On the trunk of the tree, the eyebrow sigil dissipated, the pupils returned to their original state, and Thor immediately showed a look of shock.

Behind the six dancing weirdos, each sat a boy with a glazed gaze.

Among them, there is a companion who has disappeared for a long time" - Matt Young!

Thor was stunned, and his gaze immediately passed over Matt and landed in front of him, a tall dancer in a mask.

"It must be that Crimson woman, Duoduo-!"