Around the huge sacrificial hall, tents are lined up, and more than 1,000 people are stationed here at any given moment.

Thousands of meters away from the sacrificial hall, about five kilometers on the road, paved with a layer of dark red fine sand, some places appear bright red, exuding a smell of blood, the blood stains are very thick, there must be some years.

There were no weeds around, and there should be people cleaning them up often, and the dark night, which had no ability to resist, could only be carried helplessly by many people, and walked inside, there were two rows of huge stone pillars in the main hall of the altar, and each of them hung a leather bag made of unknown skin. The skin appears very smooth, like a ...... Human skin.

A thought flashed in the night's mind, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it. It was obviously not a whole piece of skin, because the night found that the leather bag was of different colors, and it should have been sewn from multiple pieces of skin, but there was the slightest gap.

The night found a foul, disgusting smell of decay inside, and curiosity drove him to look up to see what was in the sack.

If you look closely, you almost faint in the night. It was filled with the remains of some animals - eyes, ears, claws, etc., the flesh and blood were blurred, and it was unbearable to see.

There are one of these pillars almost every ten meters, and on the top of the stone pillar hangs a long strip of animal skin, which is painted with all kinds of strange and mysterious symbols.

The group of cannibal ancient tribes who came over with the night have actually begun to be solemn since they came here, and the servants who have been living in the sacrificial hall to serve the demon god are different from the people outside, and some people look at the night in awe from time to time.

A group of people stepped on the dark red sand road, and the huge weight made the path ooze dark red blood from time to time.

Walking through the antechamber of the sacrificial hall, in front of it is a heavy stone door, which is made of two huge stones, which looks huge and heavy. The leader, who had been commanding, called a dozen strong men and pushed open the gate.

This gate was obviously unusually heavy, and it took a dozen strong men a lot of effort to push him open, "Squeak! There was a shrill groan from the door, and it slowly opened.

Slowly, the gate finally opened completely, and the first thing I saw in the dark night was that it stood in the firelight, like a divine city sitting in the sun, reflecting a faint golden glow throughout the body.

The inner hall of the sacrifice is magnificent, lined and orderly, and the huge statues of the demon gods are scattered and distributed, and there is a kind of magic that shocks people's hearts.

The inner hall is square in shape, high as a mountain, and there are white boulder pillars standing in the square in front of the door, which are carved with a variety of symbols and words, mysterious and gorgeous.

Of course, this is not the most shocking to the night, the most shocking thing is that the wall of the inner hall of the sacrificial hall is painted hundreds of meters! Huge antiquity frescoes.

The wall depicts a trembling head in the middle of a sea, raising its head to reveal a body as magnificent as a mountain beneath the sea, a huge body that seems to be boundless and endless, as if a dark mountain appeared in the middle of the sea, a dragon with a source of darkness all over its body.

The contents of the mural are accompanied by its random movements, and in an instant, the hurricane rolls up and the sea roars, as if the end of the world has come.

Its huge body, any insignificant movement, was enough to form a huge whirlpool in the middle of the sea that could engulf the ship, and every move was as terrible as a natural disaster.

It's as desperate as a wall that has no end in sight and separates the whole world...... No, it's bigger than a wall, it's a mountain! It's a mountain range!

In the midst of the wind and rain, even if only a few bodies are revealed, it is already far beyond human imagination.

At this moment, as far as the eye could see, the whole world seemed to be covered by the huge body of this monster, and even the sunlight seemed dimmed.

The wall of the King of the Black Dragon, Jörmungard, the King of the Demon Gods.

Seeing this scene, the night couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, since such terrible monsters have appeared, then gods and demons are also real, where are the gods and demons who have the ability to destroy the world? And what will be done? It seems that the world is much more mysterious than I imagined.

After passing through several huge gates, a group of people who had been carrying the night finally put the night down.

Then a group of people respectfully bowed to more than a dozen distinguished figures on the altar, and then everyone closed the door and slowly retreated.

After coming here, the two high priests standing on the stage directly took back the netherworld chains that controlled the night's body.

When he was finally able to move, he immediately moved his body, and then looked up at more than a dozen noble patriarchs, high priests, chiefs, and so on in black robes.

Among these dozen people, the status is the most noble, the status is obvious, and it seems to be the highest, that is, standing in the center, the black hair is not half white, the combing is meticulous, wearing a well-cut black linen robe, holding an obsidian short staff.

His nose is high and slightly curved, which appropriately highlights his gloomy personality, with a high forehead, raised eyebrows and shrewd, intelligent and stable eyes, which make people know at a glance that he has absolutely personal style of doing things, and will never be easily swayed by others.

Such an extraordinary character, even if there are no people around him to set off his momentum, the night knows that he must be the true head of the sacrificial house, the true master of this large tribe.

While watching the dozen or so people on the stage in the dark, he was also being watched by the chief priest and the others on the stage.

When the priest's gaze turned to him, the night began to clearly feel how compelling his gaze was, not only with a look of substance, but also with the power to explore the deepest secrets of the human heart.

Under the gaze of the chief priest, it is natural that people dare not tell even the slightest lie.

This is a person with great spiritual strength.

When he came to the place next to the stage in the dark night, and when he stopped his steps, in the silent hall, the chief priest who sat on the throne of the lord, with his unique voice, said slowly:

"You have good courage, few people can be calm under my gaze, it can be seen that you are open-minded, so that you can be fearless."

Without waiting for the night to respond, the chief priest said:

"The two high priests told me that you killed more than 100 members of my clan, do you know why you were not immediately killed?"

After the night was captured, he was not directly killed, and he was ready to be questioned, but he did not think of what the chief priest said, and he still did not understand, so he was silent and did not say a word.

The dozen or so people on the stage, looking at the dark night without replying for a long time, suddenly rose a nameless anger in their hearts, and several of them wanted to scold the night, but were stopped by the wise chief priest.

A fine light flashed in the wise eyes of the chief priest, and the empty finger of his left hand pointed to the night, and a strange spiritual fluctuation suddenly came out, and the dark night with spiritual abilities felt that something was wrong for the first time, and his body involuntarily reacted vigilantly.

A huge question mark can't help but appear in the dark night's brain! After waiting for dozens of seconds, suddenly a majestic spiritual force forcibly entered the heart of the night.

At the same time, an old and weak voice remembered in his heart, and the fluctuation of strong spiritual power almost shook the night to the point that his mind went blank.

"Little one, why don't you answer my question about Cairns!? It's been a long time since I've seen such an impolite little guy. 'Cairns was clearly a little angry.

"Ahh The night was a little dazed. "Dear Cairns, are you talking to me?"

"Didn't you hear me talking to you," Cairenders exclaimed.

"Honorable Priest, of course I heard your voice so loudly, but I don't understand it?" The night was a little depressing.

"Sure enough!" Caindes nodded undoubtedly.

"If it weren't for the fact that I had smelled that you had pure and noble dragon blood in you, I wouldn't have ordered them to bring you here." Caindes muttered to himself.

"Then little one, I will pass on to you the basic information and language of our people." Cainders said.

Before the night could react, a huge spiritual force suddenly entered the night's mind, and suddenly countless messages rushed in.

The night head hurts sharply, and the huge amount of information almost bursts the night's head, although it is only a dozen seconds, but it is like centuries have passed for the night.

I don't know how long it took for the night to come to its senses, this is also because the soul of the night has been qualitatively improved before, if it is replaced by an ordinary young dragon in the growth period, it will be at least a few hours of coma.

Before the night could catch its breath, a mental fluctuation entered the night's mind again.

"Little one, do you understand now?"

There was a sudden pain in his brain, and a memory → a certain language suddenly woke up from his brain, and quickly merged into it, took root in the depths of his mind, and quickly took the place of the original language.

Suddenly, he understood, very naturally, and the language was as if it had been spoken since childhood.

"Yes, it's amazing! Cairn Des. "The night naturally returns in the indigenous language.

"I'm glad I'm here, little one!" The chief priest seemed very happy.

"Cairns, why don't you kill me and give me such a great favor and let me know so much knowledge?" The dark night asked curiously and with a hint of tightness.

"It's a long story, and besides, the other sacrifices, patriarchs, and military commanders have not objected to me doing this, do you know why?" Cainders, moving slightly, said.

"I'm also curious, no merit will be punished, not to mention that I have offended you fiercely." Hearing this, Heiye shrugged his shoulders and said with some concern.

"I don't know how many years ago, probably a long time ago, my clan began to serve the legendary King of the Demon God, the King of the Black Dragon, Jörmungard, and believed in it as the only faith." The old Kandes said slowly.

"I don't know why, all of a sudden, our tribe lost contact with the great Demon God King, the Lord of the Black Dragon, and I wasn't born at that time." Kane Derston paused and said again.

"You don't know what the bloodline of the dragon means to us ancient cannibals, we haven't communicated with our great lord for more than a thousand years, so you are of great use to us." Kane Deston explained.