The ground began to tremble slightly, and heavy trucks, tanks, and armored vehicles appeared in the field of vision like a river of steel.

Two armoured divisions, 21,456 people, plus 200 fighters of the Royal Air Force.

This includes 317 tanks, more than 100 heavy artillery, more than 400 artillery pieces, and more than 2,000 cars and carriages.

This is the military strength that Wu Heng has mobilized in the past three days, and they have all rushed to the Ganges River.

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, all personnel have been assembled, please instruct."

"Aim at the target area and stand by where you are."

As soon as the words fell, fighter jets swept through the air, and bursts of roars were heard.

The 'Hasta' nest was dragged by a giant truck and slowly appeared by the Ganges.

A 2,500-square-meter open space was laid out on the side of the Ganges River, and wooden planks were paved into an altar, on which 417 altars were erected.

Four hundred and seventeen priests of the goddesses, dressed in splendid costumes, each in his own position. This is already all the goddess sacrifices that can be found in the West.

The priests began to prepare, light incense, purify their bodies, and calm their minds.

The attendant next to the wooden pole of the altar rang the copper bell on the wooden frame, and the crisp sacrificial bell rang, and the sacrificial ceremony began.

Under the leadership of the chief priest, the priests stood solemnly facing the Ganges, and with the most solemn expressions, raised the vessels containing the water of the Ganges, and prayed.

After the prayer, the priests returned to their altars and chanted and burned incense to the sound of brass bells.

Cobra torches, chicken feet, brass bells, magic lanterns, peacock feathers, yak tails and many other sacrifices take turns to dance, dancing in an orderly manner from the southeast, northwest and northwest.

At the end of each swing, holy water and flowers are sprinkled on the Ganges.

The 2,000 devotees of the goddess on the periphery of the altar pierced their tongues and cheeks with silver needles, or their arms and backs with iron hooks, walked barefoot with coals.

They show their faith in God in this way and measure their devotion to God by the level of their pain and bloodshed.

Wu Heng felt that their gods liked it or not, but the Hell Cultivators would definitely like this way.

They walked around the altar in circles, demonstrating their faith to the people, hoping to be blessed by the gods.

When the ceremony was at its peak, all the priests stood together, raised their arms to the Ganges, and chanted the ancient Indian script.

The chief priest glanced at Wu Heng, and Wu Heng understood.

"Sacrifice!" Wu Heng stretched out his hand in the direction of the truck.

The nest of 'Hasta' sank into the Ganges in its entirety under the slow propulsion of four forklifts.

When the priests saw the sacrifice being pushed into the Ganges, they chanted even more.

Wu Heng concealed part of the content of these sacrifices, only telling them that it was a sacrifice, but did not say what it was.

These priests only thought it was a big bread and thought that Wu Heng was a devout believer, so they would prepare such a sincere sacrifice.

All the soldiers received the order at this moment and shouted loudly.

"Hasta is coming, Hasta is coming, Hasta is coming...!"

One cry after another was carried down the Ganges.

When the priests heard this name, they changed color, all the chanting stopped, and they looked at Wu Heng in horror, and some of them had already begun to flee to the rear.

Bang bang! The two escaped priests fell to the ground.

"Keep reading!"

The soldiers who were supervising them in the armored car pointed their guns at them and said coldly.

The chanting sounded again, but the tone was much weaker and deeper.

The flour on the surface of the nest began to peel off as it was washed away by the river, revealing a scarlet skin, which became more and more vivid, as if it were dripping blood.

The shriveled nest slowly bulged and became round.

There were countless roars from inside, and the epidermis continued to writhe and bulge, like a spider egg that was about to break through its shell and run out of countless small spiders.

The Ganges, which flows endlessly, also seems to have changed.

The river gradually became silent, but it also became turbulent, filled with an uncomfortable sense of contradiction.

There seems to be a fierce aura, traced here from all directions, along the river, making ordinary people tremble!

Those present also seemed to feel the change in the atmosphere, and the soldiers looked focused, their arms tense, ready to press the launch button at any moment.

Here it comes! I don't know who exclaimed.

Wow~!

The river splashed, and a figure rushed out of the water from the bottom of the lake and rushed to the lair of 'Hasta'.

It resembles a human, with a sturdy body more than four meters tall, a head like a withered toad, red lava flowing in its belly, and a large purple mouth spitting flames.

"Miko!"

"It's Torch Canaan, Divine Son Torch Canaan!"

The exclamations of the priests were heard from the scene, and they were like rainbows, and they fell to their knees in unison.

The soldiers all held their breath and waited quietly for Wu Heng to give the order to attack.

Wu Heng was standing on the roof of the armored car next to the helicopter at this time, the fan of the helicopter was rotating, and if he didn't do anything wrong, he went straight over and flew to evacuate.

Torch Canaan ignored the people present, and with its clawed hands like a fan, it tore at the womb of the goddess.

"Huh... This... Tower! ”

Torch Canaan let out a low, strange-toned roar that sounded somewhat like Hasta's childish sound.

Flesh and blood were splashed, the fascia was broken, and the indestructible womb of the goddess was quickly torn open with a bloody hole, and the power of the same origin could indeed destroy the womb of the goddess.

Countless Hasta are like small spiders that have broken their shells, frantically flocking to Torch Canaan.

Canaan's stomach bulged, his purple mouth opened violently, and a flame burned the hordes of Hasta to ashes.

But there was still a steady stream of Hasta rushing out, trying to bite the torch of Canaan and pass the curse of decay to it.

However, while spewing flames, Canaan's claws continued to tear at the lair, expanding the hole.

Poof~, whoosh!

At this moment, a figure actually penetrated the goddess's womb from below, accompanied by the fragments of Hasta's body, burst out of the top and flew straight into the air.

Another Son of God has come.

It is more than three meters tall, with a withered body, blue skin, like a hairless chick, and its hands and feet are like sharp blades.

"Oh God!"

The priests fell to their knees and shouted, tears welling up in their eyes.

"Our God has returned!"

"It's Needlelomensa! The ninth son of God. ”

"Needleramunsa, please forgive me for sinning!"

"This is a god war! I have God, blame your believers, I'm guilty! I'm guilty...! ”

The priests went into complete madness, and some of them bowed in the direction of the lair, and prostrate themselves to the past.

This time, there were no soldiers to stop them, as everyone clutched the handles of their guns and waited for the commander-in-chief's orders, and only steel and artillery fire could give them a sense of security.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

The four staff officers beside him glanced at each other and couldn't help but shout in unison.

"Don't hurry, the time has not yet come."

Wu Heng's calmness eased their nervousness a little, they had also participated in a hundred and ten wars, large and small, but it was the first time that they had fought against inhuman creatures.

Pilamensa and Torch Canaan began to cooperate, Torch Canaan blocked countless Hasta, and Pilamensa was like a spinning top. Crazy tearing hasta lair.

In the distance, the surface of the lake moved again, and the river swelled up five meters high, as if a school of whales were pushing behind it.

The waves hit Hasta's lair, and nine more monsters appeared, all of them with visions, snake heads, rotten faces, two heads, many limbs... It's a freak show.

Hasta's lair was torn in half in an instant, and no new Hasta appeared, but there was only one Hasta, and its size was rapidly expanding.

Three meters... Five meters... Seven meters... Ten meters!