Chapter 42: The Sacrifice
"Erased history, lost martial arts civilization?" Chen Xu was aroused, and was about to listen to a few more words, but he didn't expect the driver to hang up directly.
Secretly scolded the driver, Chen Xu was already interested in the information told by the person on the other end of the phone.
If there is a chance, Chen Xu would like to "chat" with him.
The momentum exploded, and the disciples in the silver-veined black robe were instantly stunned.
"Martial artist!" The last thought flashed through the driver's heart, and his consciousness fell into an eternal silence.
Before the disciples under the car could react, a figure burst out of the car door like a gale, killing those present with three punches and two kicks.
Chen Xu will never show mercy to the enemy's subordinates who want his own life.
Placing Nie Mengyin and Ling Youyou, who were in a coma, in a safe place, Chen Xu put on a black robe of the same silver pattern for himself, and strode into the cave at the foot of the mountain.
Moving along the only road in the cave, Chen Xu was stunned that he hadn't met a single sect member for nearly five minutes.
Mo Fei ran out to move people and let him be slaughtered.
After walking for another three or four minutes, Chen Xu saw several men in similar clothes guarding the front from a distance.
"Stop, without the permission of the high priest, the outer cultists are not allowed to step into the inner cave." The sect members embroidered with gold patterns on their black robes stretched out their hands to block Chen Xu's way.
I didn't bother to talk to them too much, and the momentum directly shocked the five people.
Pull out the short knives on the sect's body, and bring them to fruition one by one.
The number of ordinary people is completely meaningless in front of the martial artists, even if they don't make a move in person, the [form] they have can crush the existence under all the martial artists.
Only those who are strong-willed can barely support one or two.
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The altar was covered in blood, and a thick smell of blood filled the entire area.
The diamond-shaped spar was stuck on the stone slab in the center of the altar, stitched together tightly, without a single gap.
"The legendary sacred stone that can preserve the soul is truly magnificent."
Gently stroking with his wrinkled old palm, the high priest sighed from the bottom of his heart.
The wooden crutches slammed into each other, and the ornaments hanging on it collided with each other, and the sound was non-stop.
Each ornament is made from a baby's skull less than a year old!
"Why haven't the new offerings moved in yet?" The high priest was dissatisfied, he couldn't wait any longer.
"The subordinates will call someone to urge." The golden-striped black-robed cultist replied respectfully, even though he was taller than the High Priest, but his gaze did not dare to fall above his waist at all.
"Let them hurry." The high priest walked slowly down the altar on a wooden crutch, "If the auspicious time has come and the sacrifice has not yet arrived, then go to the sacrifice of today." ”
"Yes." The believer man withdrew, and in the presence of the high priest, he did not dare to make a mistake at all.
The high priest's gaze swept over the believers who were praying sincerely on the side, and his face showed a little satisfaction.
Prepared, today is the time for him to carp jump over the dragon gate and change his life against the sky.
What martial arts artist, what bloodline armed resonant, he doesn't even have the qualifications to lift shoes for him.
For today, he has been preparing for it all his life.
From the age of twenty-two, after the original ordinary youth picked up the mutilated "sacrificial ritual", the trajectory of his life changed dramatically.
If you want to ask if you regret becoming what you are today, he can clearly tell him that he doesn't regret it at all, even if it is replaced by any other items.
"High Priest, there is no one in the outer area, will it be ......" The subordinate's face was ugly, and he even had some doubts about whether the driver had been arrested, and then confessed all.
Their sect doesn't even have a martial artist, and if they face the encirclement and interception of the Dayuan Military Department, it is still a question whether they can exist.
"Don't panic." The high priest rebuked, "Take a few people and go to the inner circle of the cave to see what is going on." ”
The subordinate reluctantly accepted the order and deliberately selected a few tall believers to leave the altar area.
"Twenty minutes to go." The High Priest made a rough estimate of the time, his gaze wandering over the dozens of believers.
Each of these fanatical believers was cultivated by him with considerable effort, and his strength was above the fifth rank of the martial artist, and he belonged to the mainstay of the order.
Originally, he would have felt distressed when one person died, but now he may have killed more than 20 people in one go, and his heart is complicated as you can imagine.
"For the sake of the great cause, what if you sacrifice more." The high priest quickly adjusted his state and waited for the auspicious time of the sacrifice.
As time passed, the sacrifice that should have arrived never appeared.
"Sacrifice for the Holy Lord, at this time, believers, step on the altar, and we will be with the Holy Lord." The high priest held his wooden cane high and performed a strange dance, spitting out a syllable or two from time to time.
At the same time, the voice of prayer was amplified dozens of times, not so much praying as screaming with all its might.
The golden-patterned black-robed believers stepped onto the altar without saying a word, knelt down one after another around the central stone slab, and also began to pray.
The content of the prayer is obscure and far from the official language of Obuchi.
Perhaps it was an illusion, and the color of the holy stone on the stone slab became deeper and deeper.
"The Blood Sacrifice Begins!" The high priest suddenly waved the wooden cane, and the sound of a dozen falling infant skulls colliding with each other and clanging was heard throughout the altar area.
"My blood and holy blood, my body and holy body, my soul and holy soul ......"
The worshippers on the altar used the short knives they carried with them to leave deep scars on their bodies, and then let the blood flow in large quantities, and their faces turned pale with the naked eye.
Even so, they prayed as if they didn't know what pain and fear were.
Blood dripped into the grooves on the altar and flowed to the stone slabs.
The high priest's eyes were fixed on the stone slab, the first few times, they all failed in this step, and the two sides did not cooperate well, resulting in one fast and one slow; There is also a reason why there is not enough blood.
The first two attempts were all in preparation for today's success.
Blood flowed down the groove to the edge of the slate, and then an unbelievable scene ensued.
Along the lines of the slate, it goes up the river and is ingested by the sacred stone in the center of the slab.
After continuously ingesting blood, the pitch-black hedron gradually became stained with a trace of blood, and began to change from the bottom.
If someone looked up at the sky from outside the cave, there were already dark clouds within a radius of a kilometer, and from time to time there were a few low thunderous roars.
Somewhere less than 200 kilometers apart, swirling thunderclouds look the same, as if to indicate something.
The believers who prayed sincerely did not notice at all that the number of golden-patterned black robes had increased by one more.
Chen Xu blended behind the prayers, silently watching the changes in the altar.
After drawing blood from the hedron and emitting some indescribable smell, his spiritual energy, which had not pulsed for a long time, began to slowly increase.
Although the increase is not much, the frequency is not high enough, and it can beat every two or three seconds on average.
It is precisely because of this that he did not burst out and kill.