After pushing the slave's corpse down, the totem under the altar seemed to be awakened by the bloody qi, and began to have some reactions, which was manifested in luck that the originally calm natal qi began to fluctuate a little, as if it was preparing for the next feast. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As if sensing the awakening of the ancestral spirit, the high priest recited the incantation on the side, and after reciting it, he ordered the remaining slaves to be thrown down one by one.

Around, the slaves looked at the space under the altar as if they had seen evil spirits, and their faces were terrified, but they were escorted to the altar by the strong guards around them, and then kicked down.

"Ahhh

I saw that after several people were thrown down, they suddenly let out bursts of violent screams, and a stream of black gas invaded them, turning their flesh and blood into white bones, and then, under the bursts of bloody light, even the bones gradually turned into ashes and fell quietly.

The slaves in the rear saw this and struggled hard.

Several slave warriors slammed their bodies into one of the guards, knocking them away. However, before their equipment could escape, a black light crossed the altar, and several slaves fell to the ground, with a large hole in their chests and their flesh clearly visible.

But it was the high priest on the altar who struck.

At this time, his face remained as serious as before, and he reprimanded the soldiers around him: "Don't hurry up and bring them up." ”

For his reprimand, listening to the ears of the soldiers around him, it was as if he was facing something terrible. They hurriedly beat a spirit, and then quickly escorted the person up.

This time, because of the suppression of the high priest and the precautions of the surrounding guards, the slaves could not move after all. In a desperate look, they fell one by one.

The captured slaves were sacrificed one by one, and in the end, only the last slave remained, but it was a mighty warrior.

He stared at the guards around him, and his fierce eyes brought a strong sense of oppression, making the surrounding soldiers subconsciously retreat. From beginning to end, he did not speak, nor did he try to escape, as if appointed, and calmly walked to the altar.

The short distance was passed quickly, but just when everyone thought that he would die obediently, he snorted at the high priest as he passed by.

On the other side, the high priest was caught off guard and was spit in the face. Suddenly, his originally serious face could no longer be maintained, and he was furious: "You are looking for death!"

"Hahahaha!"

However, before he could grab the other party, the man suddenly burst out laughing, and then resolutely jumped under the altar.

Feeling the flesh and blood on his body being gradually corroded, he never said a word, silently endured the pain that kept coming from his body, and didn't even scream.

"What a man, there are so many warriors in the world. ”

Around, Chen Ming saw this, sighed in his heart, and felt a little regretful.

From his vantage point, he could clearly see that in a place that mortals could not see, a pure white and resolute soul was tumbling under the altar, and then the entire soul body was swallowed by the ancestral spirit below, and the soul flew away.

As the regret in his heart became heavier, the killing intent in his heart became more and more intense.

Devouring people's blood and devouring their souls, such an act is no different from an evil demon, and it really deserves to be killed.

On the other side, the high priest didn't seem to expect it to be so decisive, and when he saw it jump, he was stunned for a moment, and his gloomy face was blue.

However, he was not an ordinary person, and the next moment he recovered, as if nothing had happened, and continued to preside over the sacrifice.

After the sacrifice of this group of slaves, he led a group of old men to continue a set of rituals, and when the rituals were completed, the next batch of blood sacrifices also began.

This batch was some prey, without any waves, and the priest threw them down one by one, and then continued his rituals.

By the time the ceremony was completed, the audience had gradually become a little impatient, and according to common sense, the sacrifice was nearing the end.

However, after the high priest on the stage had finished this set of sacrifices, he suddenly said to the guards in the audience, "Bring the next batch of sacrifices." ”

Offstage, everyone was stunned, is there the next batch?

Then, after a while, everyone was shocked when they saw the group of people who were pulled forward.

"That's the chief's son!" someone was shocked to recognize the identity of the group of people in front of him.

However, this was only the beginning, as one figure after another was escorted forward, and one by one familiar people were recognized by everyone.

"That's Khakula, isn't he a guard at the leader's side?

"That's Bazaar, he's a famous warrior of the tribe, why should he be sacrificed?"

・・・・

"Crouri, look!"

At this time, a voice sounded in Chen Ming's ears, and he was stunned for a moment, looking at Gude beside him.

As his eyes looked up, he saw a familiar figure on it, it was Balek.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he said with a look of shock on his face: "That's Cousin Barek, why is it also on it." ”

Then, he only felt a movement beside him, but it was Goode who grabbed his hand, and said with a somewhat gloomy face: "Kruri, don't be impulsive. ”

Looking at Goode, Chen Ming nodded with a "gloomy" face.

Not only them, after dozens of people on the stage were brought up one by one, the faces of some people in the audience suddenly became gloomy, and some of them were impulsive, and even wanted to rush to the altar, but were stopped by their companions.

However, the high priest on the stage did not think about the feelings of the people below, as if he did not see, or perhaps said, did not care at all.

He continued the blood sacrifice on his own, and in a desperate look, he threw a person off the altar and fed it to the ancestral spirit.

Offstage, Chen Ming watched as an individual was sent off the altar and died with them one by one. Above the high priest's head, a thick layer of resentment and karma increased again, but the luck rose a little, but it was a little unstable, giving people a sense of vanity, as if it would dissipate at any time.

And as his luck rose, another luck that had originally fallen below suddenly collapsed, although there was still some residual qi, but it was already in the waning mountains, and it could no longer be fought against.

Seeing this, Chen Ming knew in his heart.

In other words, this is also a common practice of sacrifice in previous years. Sending political opponents down from the altar in the name of sacrifice to attack dissidents was a practice that had been done by high priests throughout the ages, but it was not as tragic as this one.

Looking at the people above who were sent down to feed the ancestral spirits, it can be said that they have wiped out the dissidents of the leader's lineage. Even the son of the leader was sent down, and the leader himself was probably unlucky.

"But..."

Chen Ming turned to look around, only to see that in the crowd, a pair of eyes could be faintly seen, with resentment, but he never dared to look at the high priest on the stage.

Seeing this, he sneered in his heart.

There were dozens of people who were sent down by the high priest to feed the ancestral spirits, and most of them were originally of the leadership class, and most of these people had relatives.

The tribe itself is not large, and most of the people in the tribe are actually related to each other. Therefore, it seems that only a few dozen people have died, but in fact, if you count his relatives and friends, you may have offended hundreds of people. If you add some people who have grudges in the past, not to say that they have offended nearly half of the entire tribe, but one-third of them are all about it.

Originally, if there was no Chen Ming. The high priest is not a big deal, after all, after killing the leader, he holds the power of the tribe, plus the ancestral spirit and the extraordinary power, then naturally there will be no trouble.

After all, what is the use of having no strength and empty resentment?

But since Chen Ming is here, he can use it.

He thought so, looking at the grim high priest in front of him as if he were looking at a dead man.