Pure-blooded humans are now very rare, and have even been forgotten by most people, and the real reason is not mixed blood, but a simple principle of survival of the fittest. As one of the oldest civilized races on this land, pure human blood is not without merit, but it is undeniable that it was not until large-scale racial integration began that human beings gradually showed their great power.

To put it simply, the inclusiveness of the human bloodline is far more powerful than the talent of the bloodline itself.

The human bloodline talent is actually not weak, but the problem is that if there is no external stimulus, this bloodline talent is difficult to show. This is like the sword master inheritance of the North Wind family, although the family has produced many geniuses in the past thousand years, but after the North Wind Sword Saint, there is only one Cyprus who has achieved the name of the Fallen Leaf Sword Saint. The success rate of the Juggernaut Inheritance is almost infinitely close to zero, and it is no wonder that the rebels of the clan have no hope for Diana.

Is there any point in persisting for a thousand years for a vague hope? No one is qualified to answer this question except themselves.

Similarly, among those ancient families who insist on the purity of bloodline, there are very few people who can truly awaken the talent of bloodline. In fact, the vast majority of pure-bloods spend their lives as mediocre people, whose sole duty is to reproduce offspring and place their hopes in the next generation.

It is difficult for a truly pure-blooded human to develop as freely as a half-blood, and a genius girl like Tiana, as an Angela, if she chooses to serve a certain god, may not achieve less than Her Highness the Holy Nun. For El, he found that although his path seemed like the result of his pursuit, there seemed to be a pair of large hands hidden in the darkness that guided him in this direction. Although he can't say it's disgusted, he needs to know the answer to this question.

The most convenient and quick way to know the answer to this question is to perform a sacrifice.

After the flames had calmed down again, El reached out under the guidance of Tiana, and at the girl's request, he slashed his palm, squeezing out the blood and dripping onto the flames.

"Focus on your blood, when it evaporates you will feel some kind of special existence......" Tiana frowned slightly as she looked at El's rapidly healing wound, picked up the knife and said, "Put a little more blood, your blood is the key to the success of the sacrifice." ”

"You only had three drops of blood. El said through gritted teeth.

"I said that I was just giving you an example, I already have faith, and there is no point in doing this kind of sacrifice again. And you are the first time, a little more blood can guarantee the effect. Tiana's tone was very serious, but looking at her face, there was a little uncertainty, which showed that this girl did not have much actual combat experience. After all, it is something that has long been buried in the garbage heap of history, and no one dares to guarantee that it will be effective. El sighed inwardly and reopened his palm.

This time, the blood was definitely in full amount, and El deliberately canceled the rapid regeneration ability of the life rune, leaving his hands full of blood. Warm blood dripped down his fingers, and even the black rings on his fingers were impregnated. No one noticed that an insignificant light flashed over the edge of the black ring.

The flames burning in the altar roared up more than three meters high, and if it were not in the open wilderness, it would have been enough to alarm the troops of the entire camp. The three people sitting around the altar were caught off guard by the sudden burst of air currents and turned people on their backs.

"What's going on?!" Lolana, the weakest of her physical strength, rolled almost five meters away, clutching her head with tears in her eyes, but still shouted excitedly.

"I don't know!" Tiana thrust her staff into the ground to steady herself, looked at the vision in horror, suddenly struck a spirit, turned her head and shouted to El, "Sacrifice! Prepare the sacrifice! What about the wine I let you take?"

Wine is not considered a sacrifice, but an auxiliary medium, mainly just in case. Tiana didn't use wine when she performed the sacrifice just now, because for her, who has faith, the effect of this sacrifice is not satisfactory, in other words, the intensity is relatively weak.

Ancient people performed sacrifices as a ritual to communicate with the world, and in that uncivilized era, they regarded all powerful and irresistible beings as gods, so it was easy to joke that the donkey's lips were not in the horse's mouth during the sacrifice. In order to compensate for the errors caused by the rudimentary rituals, the ancients used fine wine as a medium for auxiliary sacrifices.

To put it another way, if you knock on the door for help and open the door to find a big man living inside, a bottle of wine is the key to friendship.

From the gods of the heavens to the cavemen of the earth, in the unwritten rules of the vast majority of intelligent beings in this world, fine wine is a universal way to express friendship.

At this time, every nerve in El's body was frantically alarming, and he cursed in his heart, he really shouldn't believe this woman's words, and ran out in the middle of the night to play such crooked things. The moment the flames exploded, he felt like he was suddenly caught in some indescribable world.

El found a smell that he was very familiar with, like the mountains and forests where his hometown was located. He seemed to have become the little hen raised by the lame old man at the entrance of the village, and although he was hiding in the seemingly safe chicken coop, he could still feel the eyes of the hungry wolf in the grass.

This is the smell he is most familiar with, the taste between the hunter and the prey, the difference is that he is now the prey that has no power to resist.

Seeing that the coercion coming from the void was becoming more and more terrifying, El didn't care about anything else, grabbed the wine bottle beside him and threw it into the fire, at this time he didn't expect to get any answers to his questions, he just wanted to extinguish the flame and cut off the connection with the inexplicable existence on the other side of the void.

However, it backfired, and alcohol poured on the fire, which strangely fueled the fire again. The mad flames almost completely ignited the active magic factor, and the huge magic fluctuations emitted from it did not spread, but were pinched together by the invisible force, suspended in the void, looking like a beacon in the vast sea.

After the final eruption, the flames on the altar finally slowly returned to their original state, quite for the aimless madness just now, and now this inexplicable order is even more terrifying. El subconsciously raised his head and saw a pair of huge and bright vertical eyes quietly emerging in the void, four slender wings across the sky, and their sinuous bodies almost covering the entire starry sky.

"Feathered Serpent......" Tiana said subconsciously, gritting her teeth.

"Four-winged and double-headed, Haka, the god of the feathered serpent...... This is not the ancient ...... of the legendary troll belief What is the way you came from to summon the avatar of Haka with a few broken stones?"

The serpent soaring in the sky looked down and locked its gaze on El, a powerful will brutally intruded into El's mind, and he heard a majestic and cold voice echo in his ears, almost deafening his ears.

"Believer, offer your sacrifice!"

"I believe you big head!" El couldn't help but curse in his heart, of course, this was because he was sure that his heart would not be discovered by the heavenly one, so he dared to be so unscrupulous. Of course, the hearts of ordinary people can't resist such a terrifying will, but El and Xiao Langa have already completed the spiritual connection and added a protective shield to his heart, which is the main reason why he was able to wake up in the illusion of the White Rock Path.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't dare to die like this, and now it seems that this layer of spiritual protection is surprisingly good, which makes his will more and more firm, and he stubbornly withstands the terrifying coercion that fell from the sky.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, just put some blood and cut some flesh or something and send this great god away, you won't die anyway!" Tiana clenched her staff and half-knelt on the ground, desperately gesturing to El with her eyes. She is not as proficient in her knowledge of ancient mythology as Lolana, and it is understandable that she cannot recognize it. But the name Haka, the god of the Quetzalcoatl, can be said to be thunderous, or it can also be said to be infamous.

She couldn't understand how El had summoned this one, could it be that he was the illegitimate son of the Great Chief of the Troll Clan, as El himself joked about?

"You want a sacrifice?"

Although he saw the hint in Tiana's eyes, El had his own opinions. When he calmed down, he realized that the huge feathered serpent in the sky couldn't even be considered a phantom. Through the ability to perceive the runes, the sky he saw was completely empty, and the so-called illusion was essentially just a powerful will projected from the other side of the void, forcibly distorting the perception of those present.

Could this be the power of the legendary gods? How powerful it can be......

Feeling the longing revealed in the will, El's heart moved, he raised his hand and put it on the altar that restored calm, under the reflection of the firelight, the rune totem on the back of his hand shimmered, and a translucent spirit substance slowly emerged from his palm, and a faint wail could be faintly heard from it.

"No, no! you can't do this to me! Leave me alone, I'll give you everything!" the puppeteer's desperate voice continued to hear from the translucent spirit matter, but El was unmoved. He threw the remnant soul in his hand into the flames, and the flames on the altar exploded again.

The flames shot into the sky, squiezing into the air, and being swallowed by the huge snake head in one gulp. Quetzalcoatl let out a satisfied sigh, and the great illusion quickly disappeared through the void. A bolt of light descended from the sky and fell into El's hands with unmistakable precision.

It was a strange rune.

Source of the novel: Ran Book Library (Jiangsu Net)