Chapter 342 Sacrifice
"Death!"
The blood bear knocked a giant skeleton crocodile to the ground and dragged the crocodile's tail directly towards the huge valley.
In the middle of the valley a river meanders.
Countless skeletons floated in the river and circulated in it, and the river water had turned gray under the reflection of the soul fire.
The blood bear swung the giant skeletal crocodile into the river and became part of the river.
In the center surrounded by rivers, layers of white bones formed a huge altar tens of meters high.
In front of the altar, there are ninety-nine steps, like a white ladder, leading directly to the divine world.
Around the altar, lines were constructed one after another, and finally turned into a blazing soul flame at the top.
Looking from a distance, a solemn atmosphere filled the air.
Under the altar, cultists one after another were quickly perfecting this sacrificial ceremony.
Each of their eyes is full of enthusiasm and excitement!
The consciousness of each of them has been distorted in their beliefs.
Each of them can give their lives for the gods!
This is almost the second most important criterion for distinguishing evil gods from righteous gods.
While he was busy, Wu Muli held a mirror in both hands and looked respectfully at the old figure in the mirror, his eyes full of excitement.
After reporting the situation, Wu Muli lowered his head, and the old figure in the mirror caressed the head of a red-eyed crow next to him.
The crow's red eyes flashed, and an old voice sounded.
"Are there any other situations?"
Hearing the voice, Wu Muli immediately recalled meeting the paladin and the paladin being rescued.
Thinking of the Paladin being rescued, Wu Muli's eyes did not change at all, and he shook his head to say no.
The old figure in the mirror frowned slightly, and a feeling of uneasiness surged into his heart.
Lately, he's been feeling like he's on a whim.
After exploration, he found that this feeling did not originate from himself, but was transmitted from the gods.
The gods are restless!
What makes the gods uneasy? What could make a god uneasy?
A string tightened in his heart. After investigating the church and finding no serious problems, he understood.
It might be a crisis at the level of gods, so the only way he could think of was to keep urging Wu Muli to perform sacrifices.
No matter what kind of crisis it is, you can always face it better with improved strength!
Speed up the process of the sacrificial ceremony!
Use the most magnificent sacrifice to gather the most powerful power and win the favor of the gods at the same time.
Thinking of this, the pale figure's eyes dodge slightly.
This is also the best opportunity to obtain blessings from the gods!
The pale figure immediately called Wu Muli to raise his head. The moment the two looked at each other, Wu Muli's eyes gradually dimmed, as if they had lost all life, and then lit up again after just a moment.
But his eyes at this moment were completely different from before, becoming tired and old.
But this couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.
Looking at the altar that was about to take shape, looking at the surrounding pattern, and looking at the lifeless atmosphere in the environment, he murmured.
"The records in the ancient books are correct. This ancient battlefield is indeed a loophole in the trial space.
You can use the ancient battlefield to bypass the rules of the trial space, and then enter the trial space again.
I'm really in! ”
Ebony Li, no, to be precise, it should be a pale figure.
He said excitedly, looking at the tall altar in front of him, but his eyes seemed to reflect a huge statue of a god surrounded by blood.
He is about to host the greatest sacrifice in history!
He will win the favor of the gods and enter that great realm in one fell swoop! The gods will eventually come!
The old man was full of excitement, and the uneasiness coming from his sixth sense was covered up by this excitement.
Here, there is no annoying church, no dog-like tribunal.
Although only consciousness enters, death is truly death.
But he is very confident.
There is no chance of anything happening to him here.
Although he only has consciousness, he is also an invincible existence for others.
If you are killed, you will die.
But as long as you are not killed, you will naturally not die!
"How is this possible? How did these filthy people get here?"
In a corner outside the valley, a fat man with ten rings in his hands looked at the river and the huge altar with wide eyes.
"The top sacrificial circle, if there is a legendary organization, it is said that it can welcome the incarnation of gods to the earth or receive artifacts."
The fat man looked at the altar and recognized the layout bit by bit. Finally, his eyes widened completely and his heart started to beat loudly.
After looking at it carefully for a while, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, okay, the material specifications are not enough, the terrain specifications are not enough, the sacrifice specifications are not enough, the ceremony specifications are not enough, and the host specifications are not enough.
It’s a super simplified version, but it’s still possible to set up an altar of this level in a place like the ancient battlefield and hunt so many master-level undead
The person must have come in among the trialists, and he must only be at the elite level.
The genius of a cultist? ”
"No, no, no, it's impossible. I've never heard of any cult cultivating top geniuses. They don't have this ability.
Top geniuses will not join a cult, and even if a top genius obtains master-level combat power at the elite level and then breaks through to the master level, he will not kill the master like a dog.
That should be the level of genius, and here."
The fat man glanced at the master-level undead skeletons all over the place, and his scalp suddenly went numb when he thought of a possibility.
"The gods are watching. The evil ritual with the gods watching is over, it's over.
The specifications of the ceremony are second only to those hosted by the gods’ favored ones, I’m sorry!
An elite-level trial actually led to a ritual of this level, and even bypassed the trial mechanism to attract the evil god.
As for that?
This ancient battlefield, could it be”
Not sure what he was thinking of, the fat man didn't dare to hesitate at all, and his fat body ran straight towards the entrance.
He just had one thought right now.
run!
Run out of the ancient battlefield and exit the trial immediately!
No matter what the purpose of this group of cultists is, no matter what the final result is, it will definitely cause great changes!
run!
The fat man only hated his parents for giving him two legs. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger
Suddenly, the world became dark, and the terrifying aura spread from the altar.
The atmosphere of the ceremony spread with an unstoppable momentum. Feeling this momentum, the fat man suddenly felt bitter.
The sacrificial ceremony has begun!
The essence of the master-level undead piled up under the altar was drained out in an instant, and the terrifying power rose step by step along the altar.
The cultists stood on the altar, dancing wildly and chaotically, and the evil and disorderly whispers resounded throughout the world. There was a hint of confusion in the fat man's eyes, and he subconsciously took a step forward. The finger in his hand instantly became hot before he pulled it off. Wake up with a start.
The fat man's face looked uglier than ever.
"The evil god whispered, this is a legendary sacrificer!"
The fat man watched helplessly as the power increased step by step, and finally reached the sky!
(End of chapter)