"The Nine Serpent Gods are revered by His people as the Source of All Blood."

Liao Zhenghao said.

"Bearing a blood sacrifice, pulling out the bloodline, getting closer to the snake god, or simply becoming a sacrifice of the blood sacrifice is an acceptable death for the snake people."

"Because the blood is only transferred, it is not wasted."

He looked up into the distance.

In the moonlight, the snake people were busy three miles away, as if they were building some kind of fortifications.

"But if the blood can't return to the snake god, they will be afraid."

"So when there is no chance of victory, these brutes will flee without a fight."

Liao Zhenghao finished sneering, and ordered Hong Fan and the others to go to the city to have dinner and rest.

Seeing the two juniors go down to the city, he was about to continue patrolling the city, when he saw the snake corpse under the city in a blink of an eye.

The vertical pupils were separated from the two realms of the underworld and the sun, and they were still looking upward.

So a cliff palm force was punched out by the open hand, blasting the snake's head.

"It's all dead, look at your mother!"

Liao Shoubei scolded and swaggered away.

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Hong Fan ate a big pot of rice with the guards of the city, and then returned to Asahin Temple alone.

The three of Aunt Liu are still in the ancestral hall, and there is no one in the courtyard.

He undressed himself, freshened up, changed into new clothes, and barely settled down.

If two hours later, Hong Fan's lost true qi was fully restored, but he couldn't meditate and practice, so he had to get off his seat.

The pendulum clock pointed to the hour (eleven o'clock in the evening).

A few days after March 15, the moon was still full, and it hung in the sky.

The tile roof of the wall seems to have been painted with layers of rotten silver.

Hong Fan paced a few laps in the courtyard, simply put on the smelly armor and sword, and went out to the north of the city.

Under the road to the city, the corpses of more than 100 snake-headed people are temporarily piled up here, and someone is sprinkling lime on them.

Hong Fan strode up to the city.

The wind blew for a long time, and the smell of blood between the wall tiles faded a lot.

He went all the way to the castle tower, and caught a glimpse of the shadows from a distance three miles away.

Over there is the camp of the snake people.

It is said to be a camp, but in fact there is no camp tent and wooden village, but there will be sentinels, and the order of rest is arranged according to status.

At this time, about hundreds of snake people were carrying the earth with shields, building a circular high platform back and forth.

Hong Fan brushed his face and went up to the city tower, and saw Hong Cheng standing with his hands down, also looking at the enemy formation by the moonlight and the terrain.

"Why don't you rest more?"

The latter asked unexpectedly when he saw his nephew coming up.

"The war is raging, and a person in the courtyard is so confused that his thoughts are uncomfortable, but he is stable in the city, and he simply comes back."

Hong Fan replied.

"What are those guys doing?"

He asked again.

"It's an altar of blood-making sacrifices."

Hong Cheng said.

"Where the snake people are stationed, there may not be any food and shelter, but this thing must be indispensable."

"It looks like it's going to be repaired to a height of seven or eight zhang and an inner diameter of five or six zhang, and the scale is not small."

He stared at it for a moment, then added.

"So what must be followed by a series of bloody battles......"

Hong Fan sighed.

"What, you still had a fluke before?"

Hong Cheng was stunned for a moment and asked with a smile.

"Yes, maybe that's why I can't bear it."

Hong Fan nodded calmly.

"The two of them and Li Heming of the Heaven Turning Society have been awarded, and their arrangements have also become invalid."

"The patriarch is still there, and the armaments are readily available, but the tunnels and the White Thunder God are gone."

"I was thinking that the snake man came as promised, and when he found that the situation had changed, he might go back."

He laughed as he spoke.

"Now that I see this altar, I have broken my thoughts."

Hong Fan sighed.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, feeling the turmoil calm down.

"You've done enough and done well, 100,000 people in Jinhai, you can't take everything on your shoulders."

Seeing this, Hong Cheng sighed.

"Besides, the animals insist on looking for death, can we stop it?"

"I'm guarding here."

"If you don't want to go back, I'll let you go to North 2nd Street in the city."

Hong Cheng said and gave the people around him a look.

"Half of the requisitioned shop was allocated to me, and now it is empty."

"You can't sleep, so you close your eyes; If you have more strength, you will be able to kill one more. ”

Seeing this, Hong Fan didn't talk nonsense, and after bowing his hand, he went down to the city with his own soldiers.

The night was extraordinarily long.

More than two hours passed, and the sentinels in the city changed two rounds.

Only Hongcheng is like an old tree taking root, still standing on the city tower and not moving.

Shen Shi was still two quarters away (half past three in the morning).

The night is not over, and the dawn is still early.

It was supposed to be the coldest and darkest time of the day.

But the walls of Gimhae City were reddish in the light of the fire.

Three miles away, the altar built by the snake man had completed its main body a few quarters of an hour earlier.

At this time, the hemispherical altar with a diameter of twenty meters and a width was filled with firewood, and flames fifty or sixty meters high were rising.

Hong Cheng pressed his hand on the city wall, looked at the flames, and watched for half an hour.

It wasn't until the fire was about to be extinguished that he felt his eyes dry and reached out and pinched his eyebrows.

A rough voice came from the side of the tower.

"When this fire is burned, this altar is finished."

The one who came was his superior.

"It's almost four o'clock, you go down and rest, I'll come."

Liao Zhenghao said, glancing at the fire in the distance, and did not feel fresh.

He had seen the serpent men build altars before.

The main structure is made of rock and clay, and then burned with fire after completion, similar to the firing of bricks in Dahua.

"It's still half an hour before dawn."

Hong Cheng replied and shook his head.

"Snake people are nocturnal and can see without sunlight, and it is customary to attack at night."

"We're the opposite, and the second half of the night is the time when we're most tired and asleep."

"This stall is the most dangerous now, I'll just wait for breakfast before resting......"

Liao Zhenghao no longer insisted when he heard this, and immediately called his soldiers to go to the city tower to carry a square table out and serve a few more meals.

The rice is hot, but the food is cold.

I can't talk about the taste, I can only say that there is a salty taste.

So behind the female wall, the garrison and the commander of the city defense department sat opposite each other, chewing while silently looking three miles away.

With their cultivation, the movements of the snake people can be said to be unobstructed.

A quarter of an hour later, the fire was largely extinguished.

The movement in the camp was even louder.

And the serpents formed a procession, and were not afraid of the heat, and went up one after another along the dirt slope to the altar, and made a hole in their arms with their claws, and each of them let out some blood.

The blood was steamed by the coke and the residual heat of the pit wall, and a mist rose up.

For a moment, it seemed that a red cloud was floating on the top of the altar.

Then, some of the huge snake men brought the corpses of twenty or thirty of their compatriots scattered back from yesterday's retreat to the altar and threw them into the pit.

Liao Zhenghao is still bored.

Until the red scales went up to the altar.

[This corpse must not be enough for a blood sacrifice......]

He thought as he saw the snake man lord hold aloft a bottle made of white bone.

The mouth of the bottle tilted, and a drop of dark golden blood slowly poured out.

As the drop of blood fell into the altar, the crimson cloud boiled for a moment.

(End of chapter)