"Puchi phuchi phuchi phuchi~"
Heads fell to the ground, and the blood that kept flowing out quickly solidified into dark red plasma, covering the entire deck.
It was uncomfortable to step on the sticky ones, but no one cared about it, because as the sacrifice continued, the number of people was getting smaller and smaller.
"Buzz~~" The chain saw that was almost wrapped in plasma stopped, but it stopped when it wanted to turn back into a prosthesis.
Charles, who was covering his head, looked down and found that a human bone was stuck on the chainsaw. This is why the chainsaw could not be transformed back just now.
He reached out and pulled the bone piece down, threw it into the sticky plasma, and then stumbled back to the stool behind him and sat down.
"Ah... Damn it! This feeling is so uncomfortable, ah!" Charles, with a painful expression, raised the blood-red prosthetic limb and kept hammering his forehead, heavier and heavier every time.
"Do you need me to get some paralysis medicine? This should slow down your symptoms." Linda, who was holding her chest with her hands next to her, asked.
Charles shook his head, "No, now is the critical moment. Taking anesthetics will affect your judgment. Don't stop, the next wave continues, Linda, this time you have Grace."
"Okay, I understand." Linda nodded calmly, grabbed Grace's hand and walked towards the bloody magic circle in front of her.
While chatting, the two followed the other selected offerings to clean up the corpses on the ground. The magic circle was once again rubbed clean by blood and needed to be re-drawn.
This time there were no more three people, and there were eight people including Linda and Grace. They gathered together and recited strange spells on the paper.
Suddenly, one of the young men with a headscarf suddenly stopped and pulled out a fishbone more than one meter long from their neck and cervical vertebrae.
"What are you doing! Suddenly I stopped again. Are you embarrassed to have so many people waiting for you?" Linda stared at the man with obvious dissatisfaction following the other offerings.
The young man waved his hands repeatedly and apologized to everyone with a wry smile, "Sorry, sorry, that thorn is the relic I used to save my life. If I don't pull it out, I'm probably not going to die. It's because I didn't think it well and didn't take it out in advance. I'm really sorry."
"Okay, sit down quickly and continue to sacrifice." The painful Charles swung his left hand lightly, and the steel prosthesis turned into a chain saw and began to rotate. The blood splashed out from the chain splashed on Lily's hair.
But Lily ignored it and stared at the person sitting cross-legged in the magic circle.
The people began to chant in a low voice, their voices getting louder and louder. As their expressions gradually fell into madness, Charles suddenly spoke and interrupted them. "Wait, eight people are not good, it's better to get one more."
The eight people complained in a low voice, interrupting twice in a row, no one was satisfied, Grace's mouth pouted.
Charles, who covered his head, couldn't stop scanning the crowd, but after looking around, he couldn't find the right person at all. "Forget it, then let's Lily."
Charles said as he reached out to grab Lily next to him and threw it directly over like a lost ball.
Lily, who was held in Grace's palm, looked at Charles with a little silence, "Mr. Charles, I..."
"What's wrong? Just say whatever you want to say, don't stumble, I'm having a headache now."
"Mr. Charles, I don't want to go first, if I can, I want to go with you."
Looking at Lily's begging gaze, Charles stood up and walked over, "Hey, I really can't do anything to you, okay, I'm too lazy to endure this pain, Dipp, you take over my business."
"As for orders, Captain!" Dipp, excitedly pulled out a black thorn.
"Hehe." Looking at Charles walking towards him, Lily showed a sweet smile on her face.
Charles then took a copy of paper and started reading it with Lily standing on his shoulder.
The voice became louder and his expression began to gradually become crazy. In the hazy state, he felt a force of pulling upwards, as if a big hand was pulling his soul and running towards the black figure.
Dipp, who was a little nervous, tightened the black thorn in his hand and waited for the last moment to arrive.
"Just killing someone, why are you so nervous? You haven't killed him before." Odrick said to him with a smile.
"This is the captain's order. I must do it well, otherwise he will be angry."
"It's okay, don't be afraid. He is also in this sacrifice. When he dies, he will not scold you."
Hearing the words of Audric on the side, Dipp was stunned, then nodded happily. "Yes, that's true. Then my worries are unnecessary. I'm blind and so many people, I probably can't be busy. You can help you later."
"No problem, we have such a good relationship, of course we have to help with this."
During the conversation between the two, the sacrifice ceremony came to an end. Dipp stopped and grabbed the black thorn and slowly approached Charles' back.
He raised the weapon in his hand and stabbed it hard at the large artery on Charles' neck.
Just as the black thorn was about to touch Charles's skin, an unbearable sense of tension came from his brain. The hairs on the back of Charles' neck instantly stood up, and he instinctively shook his neck slightly.
With a "puzzle", the black thorn with iron-like iron penetration penetrated into Charles' neck obliquely and penetrated from the other side.
Immediately afterwards, a violent pain surged up, and the tension in my mind disappeared instantly.
It seemed like a bomb exploded in Charles' brain, and it was messy in an instant.
Dipp was about to pull the black thorn out of Charles' neck, but was pinched tightly by Charles' steel prosthesis and could not move.
At this moment, Dipp's face covered with scales was full of anxiety, "Captain, please let go quickly. If you don't pull it out, you will not die at all!"
"Why am I dying? Why is it so bloody? What am I doing?"
Just as Charles was thinking about these questions, he saw him opposite him, Audrek was holding up the axe and slashing hard at his wife Linda.
Without having time to think about it, Charles' heart moved, and more than a dozen transparent tentacles instantly rose from the deck and directly pulled Audric to the dark sky next to him.
Charles quickly kicked back, kicked Dipp behind him away, and stood up under the gaze of everyone around him.
Looking at the strange magic circle on the ground, the miserable corpses beside them, and the giant black figures in the distance, Charles' expression gradually became terrified.
"This...what the hell is going on? Why did I come here to die with my crew?"
Chapter completed!