Although Howard has not studied Chinese, the ink crow will, rounding up is equivalent to he can.

Savoring this sentence carefully, Howard also understood Li Ping'an's thoughts.

If this group of people dared to resist just now, or if they still dared to fight endlessly after a few people died, and regarded death as home, then Li Ping'an would choose to help them.

But now that this group of people is driven as slaves, he will simply visit the place, appreciate the customs and customs, and then leave.

But things have changed.

Probably because of this sudden incident, Bazin and his family feared that there would be more accidents if they stayed here, so they led all the male captives to another place.

"They're not going to sell this group?" Howard said in surprise.

Li Ping'an frowned, if these captives were not for trading, then were they used for mining? Like the crowd out there?

Bazin's group left a companion to check how much the captives they were buying and selling could be sold, so that the slave trader would not withhold their due.

The remaining seven male captives were then dragged to another location.

Just as they were about to cross a long corridor, a group of women with blue paint on their hands and muttering an unknown language surrounded them.

They smeared the blue paint on the captives as much as they could, and Bazin and the others consciously stopped in their tracks in the face of the women.

It was only after the curly-haired man's body was completely covered with blue paint that the women scattered before Bazin and the others moved on.

Li Ping'an and Huo Dehua couldn't see the scene inside the passage, so it was time to send out their own mini-surveillance devices.

A small robot disguised as a flying insect quietly followed behind Bazin and them, and at the same time teleported the surrounding scene to Li Ping'an.

On the road, painted with various colors, there is a group of people with dark faces like evil spirits, pulling a rope and walking in front.

The other end of the rope was connected to a bamboo pole, and a group of blue-clad people, their hair tied to the bamboo pole, were led forward like cattle.

This scene is easy to understand, the person being led symbolizes the captive of the coiled man, and the black-faced demons are naturally the invaders. @精华\/Shuge*First update~~

Judging from the color of the murals, these pictures have not been painted for too long, no more than ten years old.

As the captives progressed, the sight became more terrifying.

A man with a huge crest of feathers on his head, a blood-red body, and a witch-like nose said something in front of his captive, and he held a knife in one hand, but he looked surprisingly holy.

Looking back, a man covered in blue paint was buckled to a stake, his eyes full of horror and despair.

The "witch" plunged the blade in his hand into the blue captive's body, cutting a gap in his abdomen, and the other hand reached into it, as if groping for something.

The blue captive's expression was now full of hideousness and pain, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was wailing in pain.

Seeing this, the curly-haired man knew what he was probably doing, and his mouth trembled slightly with horror.

In the final scene, "Wu" holds a bright red heart in his hand and holds it high in front of the sun, and a bird-faced creature takes the heart from his hand.

The captives understood their fate, their expressions frightened, and their eyes full of despair.

Seeing this scene, Bazin said: "This has not yet begun, why did your expression become the third one?" ”

The mini monitor in the corridor faithfully transmitted all the sounds and pictures to Li Ping'an.

"Is this a sacrifice for them?" Howard said in surprise.

After Li Ping'an's persistent translation, Howard finally learned the language of the natives—the symbiote, to be precise, the symbiote, and Howard was dipped in the light of the ink crow.

Li Ping'an said: "It seems that this is the case, they are sacrificing like their gods, begging to get a curtain, but this kind of sacrifice is too barbaric, and they directly sacrifice the living." ”

After a long corridor, a vast square appeared in front of the cross-haired man.

The vast square was full of people at this time. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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In the middle of the group, there are three huge pyramids, and on both sides of the pyramids there are many men and women dressed in black standing or sitting.

At the top of the pyramid in the middle, there are only a few people, and on two huge seats, a man and a woman, sit respectively. Error-free updates @

The man wore an extremely large crown of feathers on his head, three long strips of cloth hanging down to his waist, and black and white tail feathers tied to them.

Looking at it from a distance, it was like a man growing in a large pile of feathers, and I really didn't know how this man could endure the heat with the sun shining overhead.

The women's and men's outfits are similar, but the feathers on their backs are much smaller and much smaller.

These two are the kings and queens of this holy city.

But the two of them just sat on the throne at this time and did not say a word, like mascots.

In front of them there was a whirring man performing a ritual.

As the haired man looked over, a round thing gurgled down the steps.

When he was close to the ground, the man with coiled hair saw clearly that it was nothing else that had fallen, but a round head.

At the bottom of the steps, two men rotated alternately with a large net, and when the head was about to fall to the ground, the man went down with a net, just to catch the head, winning the admiration of the crowd.

They threw the netted heads into a furnace, which was full of spikes, and blood flowed down the edge of the hearth.

A group of women in a queue holding their babies took turns sitting by the stove, smearing blood on their children's faces before giving up their seats to the next woman.

Then, a headless corpse rolled limply down the steps, blood splattering each step a sinful red.

The original gray-brown steps were topped with a thick layer of red pulp, which looked slippery and disgusting.

Even if the steps were dismantled and broken, the stones inside were dark red, with the smell of blood that could not be washed away.

The man below tossed the headless corpse aside, where there was a hill where the corpses of red and blue were ridden.

The scene was so horrific that the curly-haired man and his companions ignored a forest of trees stuck in human heads on the other side.

Howard and Li Ping'an in mid-air were stunned, this scene was simply a cruel scene that can only appear in hell.

Even Li Ping'an, who dared to face the Hell Monarch Mephisto, couldn't help but chill all over his body and his stomach churned when he saw this scene. But the frenzy of the crowd below did not diminish in the slightest, as if they were still proud and excited about all this.

When the man and his companions were escorted to the stage, there were several people in front of them who were also used as sacrifices, waiting in line, like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to accept the arrival of the butcher's knife.

The high priest who presided over this ceremony looked at the fanatical crowd at his feet, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

During this time, their tribe suffered from drought, a large number of crops were damaged, and terrible diseases spread, and the once glorious holy city became fearful.

This is a disaster for civilization, but it is a personal opportunity for him.

He fanned the people and told them that all this suffering was their god – and Kukukar was angry, because the great Kukukanr had made the holy city prosperous.

But instead of thanking Kukukanr for his selfless gifts, they forgot about Kukukaner's glory and did not offer him the sacrifice they deserved.

So Kukukan got angry, and sent down the heat and sickness, and made them reflect on their sins in pain.

Now, as long as the sacrifice is carried out again and the Kukukaner is sincerely worshipped, then there is hope to get Kukukaner's forgiveness.

The desperate people are extremely superstitious about this statement, after all, blaming all panic as God's will can give them temporary solace and save them from thinking too much about other things.

So the sacrifice began again, and the warriors of the Holy City invaded with iron and fire, attacking the other tribes, bringing back all the adult males to be sacrificed to Kukukanr.

As the people's obsession with faith and the expectation that the ritual would succeed in helping them out of their predicament, he became the high priest and even surpassed their king.

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Thinking of this, the high priest glanced at the king on the throne, and secretly smug in his heart, thinking that the king at this time was just his puppet.

"Fellow citizens, our great holy city is facing some crises right now." Covered in blood, like a butcher more than a priest.

The originally noisy crowd in the audience stopped the noise, and seeing that his words had such great prestige, the high priest looked back at the king, who was as sluggish as a puppet.

Then he turned his head and continued: "Our holy city faces the reproach of Kukukanr for our imperiousness that has led to our calamity. ”

The people below held their hearts in their hands, looking sad, and muttered something at the corners of their mouths, as if they were really praying for forgiveness from the gods.

"However, we are strong and will not be defeated by these difficulties, you say, yes!" High Priest Kang Qiang's powerful speech.

The crowd below shouted yes, wave after wave, one voice after another.

The high priest looked again at their king. At this time, there was a smug look in his eyes.

Even the princess couldn't help but look at her husband's face, but their king didn't say a word, sitting like a statue.

Seeing this, the smile on the corner of the high priest's mouth was bright, as if he had won a great victory.

He spun around and continued, "Now we continue to hold this ceremony for our gods until our gods forgive us for our sins. ”

He gestured to the guards on both sides, who were very professional. The four men pulled the limbs of the next sacrifice so that he could not struggle.

In the man's frightened eyes, the high priest raised the dagger high, and then stabbed it into the abdomen of the sacrifice, which was almost the same as the mural in the corridor that appeared in reality.

Ignoring the man's struggles and pleas, the high priest dropped the dagger in his hand and expertly disemboweled the sacrifice in the direction of his belly.

Then he put his blood-soaked hand into the body of the sacrifice, and at this time the sacrifice was not dead, and he clearly felt a hand groping for something inside him.

It passes through its own intestines, opens its own lobes, passes through its own stomach, and finally grips its own heart.

At this time, the man who had been suffering so much died in pain.

And the high priest has an oozing smile on his face, and with the blood on his face, it is even more terrifying than a horror movie.

He took out the heart of the sacrifice and let the hot blood run down his arm, and the blood scab on his body dried and wet, wet and dried, and so on, so that even from two meters away, he could still smell the iron smell on his body.

The people below looked at the heart that was still beating slightly, and they all shouted excitedly.

The high priest looked at the people at his feet with satisfaction, and looked at the king behind him with disdain, and if this development continued, he would replace the king, and it would be just around the corner.

He then had the sacrificial head cut off, showed it to the crowd, and threw it down the steps.

The man in the net pocket who was waiting early below caught the tumbling head and won a round of applause.

The king and queen in the back watched this scene, although they had seen a lot recently, they were still extremely unaccustomed to this kind of scene.

And that's not all, the high priest kicked the headless corpse down with another kick, and this was the completion of a sacrifice.

The high priest looked at the king with a smirk.

The king knew what was in the man's mind, but he was helpless, and now he was far more popular among the people than he was, and the guards supported him as well.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had a group of guards loyal to him, as well as the support of the nobles who were also members of the royal family, I am afraid that this high priest would have taken himself to sacrifice to the heavens.

But if this continues, he will be replaced by him sooner or later, which also makes him very distressed.

Because according to the current situation, unless the gods still come, it is only a matter of time before he absolutely steps down.

But he knew that it was impossible, because there could be no gods, because he had never seen them.

But in the next second, Wang was slapped in the face.

A bird-headed human figure with wings on its back, except that it was black, and other creatures that were exactly like the gods in the record flew from the sky.

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He turned his back to the sky, and the sun shone golden behind him, gilding his black feathers with a brilliant golden yellow, which was impossible to look at.

The high priest who was talking was stunned, although he used the gimmick of the gods to fight for his rights, but he didn't expect that one day the gods would actually appear in front of him.

When everyone in the audience saw this scene, they fell to their knees and called out "Kukukaner!" ”

"Gabbaka! (You are guilty)" The solemn voice sounded from the beak of the god and echoed throughout the square.

The chubby high priest looked left and right to make sure that the creature in front of him was talking about himself.

Although he wasn't sure if the dark guy in front of him was really his god, since even the king and the people below had all knelt down, he wasn't the same now.

Although they look darker, Kukukanr is the god of the sun, and as we all know, it turns black naturally after basking in the sun for a long time, so it is understandable that their gods are a little darker.

The high priest hurriedly learned from the others, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing: "I am guilty, I am guilty!" ”

Now it was the Ornibal's turn to be stunned.

He thought to himself: I haven't numbered your charges yet, why did you plead guilty?

But since this guy took the initiative to confess his guilt, then he didn't know the lake, and said, "What are your crimes!" ”。 @精华\/Shuge*First update~~

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