Chapter 185 Blood God and Moon God
“When I heard that the human army was coming, the barbarians immediately gathered two hundred soldiers in an attempt to compete with our Salvation Army.
They ambush in the bushes Cong Li jumped out and rushed towards us. I was not in a hurry at that time, and protected everyone in front of me, shouting that if you want to kill me, just kill me.
But guess what. ?
First the Holy Gunman blew a gust of holy wind, and they were in chaos. Then Her Royal Highness Jeanne led the cavalry to break up their formation. Lord Victor charged directly and defeated them in five minutes. Returned with a great defeat.”
Hariba was sitting on a bench, as if he were not to underestimate my intelligence network, happily bragging to the other lycanthropes around him.
Beside him, hundreds of lycanthropic barbarians were stripped naked, their hands tied behind their backs, and they huddled together dejectedly.
Four or five cuirassiers wearing feathered iron helmets stood beside them, responsible for escorting and monitoring them.
Many of the lycanthropes have bruises and swelling on their bodies, and it seems that many of the wild and untamed ones have been repaired.
“Oh, Your Majesty.” Seeing Horn, Hariba immediately came up to him, “I brought all the prisoners.”
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Horn kept crossing Hariba and asked Rudillo, who was dismounting, "How is the situation?"
"The scouts can already see the broken bridge, we I came back to drag a few carriages in case they came to sneak attack at night." Rudillo straightened his body.
Horn shook his head and said: "The road here is too narrow for the carriage to pass. You should set up camp early. This is a good progress. Don't capsize in the ditch."
"Yes, Mian "Exit."
After explaining a few words to Rudillo in detail, Horn asked them to go back. When he turned around, he saw the lycanthropic barbarians looking at him in fear and incompetence.
The animal ears on their heads hang low, like a kitten's airplane ears. It just doesn't match their rough faces, but it feels ugly and cute.
As long as you are weak enough, anger will seem interesting in the eyes of the strong.
But when Horn saw the fearful expressions of the other Carthage beasts around him, he suddenly woke up.
For these lycanthropes of Carthage, these southern barbarians are still vicious existences.
"Let them go to the Holy Trinity Education Team and help the priests, otherwise they will be too happy and have no educational value." Looking at these beastly beasts dressed in rough clothes, Horn Suddenly he became happy, "It's winter. If there are no weapons after checking, just put some clothes on them and take them away."
After selecting three or five relatively honest ones, Horn called the Hand of the King of Carthage, who understood the southern barbarian language, and asked him to act as a translator.
"Come, sit down, I have something to ask you." Horn said to the barbarian in front of him with a smile.
The lycanthrope who was pointed out was still honest at first, but now he looked unruly and spat in Horn's direction: "I won't tell you anything, kill me!"
"Okay!" Horn agreed immediately, and the holy gunslinger next to her immediately stepped forward, aimed at her head, and pulled out the clockwork key.
Like the sound of a watermelon exploding, the face of the lycanthrope was directly blown away by the shotgun. The broken bones and blood splashed all over the heads and faces of the other lycanthropes behind him.
With half of her head smashed, she fell straight to the ground, splashing with mud, and her body was still twitching.
“I have never seen such a request in my life.”
The smell of blood suddenly filled the small area. Horn wiped the blood on his shoes with a handkerchief. Hooking his fingers: "Okay, next one."
The lycanthrope who came up this time was much more honest, and stood in front of Horn with a low eyebrow.
Without seeing the blood, they really couldn’t tell the difference between the big and small kings.
"What is the name of the god you believe in?"
"It used to be called the Moon God. After the Blood God devoured the Moon God, he is now the Blood God."
"Why do you call him Blood?" God?”
“Because He has to perform a blood sacrifice every seven days. In the past, when the Moon God was around, human sacrifices were needed. The Blood God is kind, so just use the blood sacrifice of a living sheep.”
"So you guys steal sheep and attack the lycanthropes here every once in a while, just for blood sacrifice?" "It's for blood sacrifice and revenge. These damn Northern puppets, they betrayed us, they just We are barbarians, we are descendants of the orthodox El Empire..."
Horn had heard this rhetoric too many times from Kitazawa's lycanthropic population. He was really not interested in the magnificent history of these thousands of people, and quickly stopped the lycanthrope's speech. .
“What does the Blood God look like?”
“I don’t know.”
“What about the Moon God?”
"We are not allowed to look directly at the gods, but if we fail to sacrifice, those gods will come to attack our village."
So the evil god of the blood god moon can actually control those A hairy monster?
Horn wrote down this information, and then asked: "How many of those hairy monsters are there?"
"I don't know." Maybe he saw the impatience on Horn's face. With a look on his face, the beast-turned-man hurriedly added, "There are more warriors than we sent out before, and they are infinitely powerful."
That is, no less than two hundred of them, long-haired warriors with infinite strength. Monster, can that long hair withstand a wind-up gun or Jeanne's lightning?
"How did they attack you? By boat?" Horn continued to ask.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, those furry beast angels will come out of the lake and launch divine punishment on us.”
“You mean, they He usually stays on Qiumu Island and only swims ashore and launches an attack when you don’t pay the sacrifice?”
“Yes”
Horn and the others on the side. Paslik looked at each other, wondering why this hairy monster looked so intelligent.
"Then how do you hand over the sacrifices?"
"Put it on the boat, row to Qiumu Island, and then send the sacrifices to the altar. We can take the opportunity to pick up some iron objects from the island. As long as the sky Just leave Heiqian."
"Okay." Horn stood up and walked to her, "Does your blood god have a symbol? Let me see."
Untying the rope on her hands, even though Horn was close at hand, the wind-up gun pressed against her back prevented her from making any move.
Honestly, I drew a geometric pattern consisting of large and small rectangles on the ground, and then drew a spiral object on it.
After Horn carefully observed the symbol, he felt that it was a bit like a piece of shit placed on an open book.
He then turned his eyes to Paslik. Paslik frowned, as if he was struggling to remember and think about something?
Horn swallowed and waited expectantly beside Paslik.
“Master Crispa, did you find something?”
“Ah, I remembered it.” Paslik knocked his thigh hard with his fist, “This pattern looks like I pooped in the book, hahahaha, I laughed.”
As Paslick laughed wildly, Horn sat back in his chair numbly and disappointedly.
But he thought of something just as his butt touched the chair, and immediately stood up: "Draw out the symbol of the moon god, and I will take a look."
Listen to the interpreter. After that, the beast-turned-man was obviously stunned for a moment. She thought for a long time before hesitatingly drawing a pattern on the ground.
“It’s been so long ago that I can’t remember.”
The pattern on the ground is a cross in a circle, with two lines, one long and one short, added to each top of the cross. Horizontally, so that it is symmetrical up, down, left, and right.
Anyway, Horn had never seen such a pattern, but when he saw Paslik's expression change, he immediately stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Pas, Master Crispa, what did you see?" Don't tell me you think it's a chrysanthemum or something."
Ignoring Horn's words, Paslik pointed to the pattern on the ground with a solemn and confused expression: "What's wrong with this pattern? Does it look like the logo of the Sijian Monastery?"
(End of this chapter)