I swear, in my entire life, I have never seen such a terrifying and weird scene.

Not long ago, I walked through tribes with huts and through dense jungles. Everything I saw was traces of human habitation and the breath of life. However, when I came to this altar, I saw a completely different scene.

It seems that this short stretch of road directly spans two worlds.

This is a bare and barren hill, and with it as the center, a barren area of ​​nearly ten miles in radius is formed. There is only long yellow sand as far as the eye can see. In the gloomy sky, there is a dark blood mist gathering, which makes this place

The entire area was shrouded, and there was still a thin layer of blood mist drifting towards here from a distance, so that the sky above the hill was like a big open bloody umbrella, so thick that it seemed like pouring blood would rain down at any time.

rain.

On the hill, a black outline is faintly visible. Because of the distance, I can't see the specific appearance of that thing clearly, but I can imagine that this should be the altar that the Qingma chief and the priest frequently mentioned.

Directly above, the blood mist rolled, forming a huge vortex, and a red blood mist fell vertically, directly connected to the altar. It was huge in scale and powerful, just like a dragon sucking water on the vast sea!

After seeing all this, I couldn't help but lose heart. I subconsciously sat upright, and the scene I saw in the cave last night resurfaced in my mind - two corpses that had obviously been dead for a long time, but the blood was still spraying out.

The blood accumulated on the ground seemed to have evaporated, forming a thin blood mist, which continued to flow out of the cave...

At this point, the strange and inexplicable thing has been completely solved!!

Everything is related to this altar, which is drawing the blood of the dead.

Waves of crying came from the front, and under the hill, the entire Manco tribe had gathered here.

At the front of the crowd, a large number of corpses were swept together with grass. There were as many as two to three hundred. These were the Manco soldiers who died outside last night. They lost 600 people. They may have brought back 600 corpses.

There are only so many corpses, and more corpses are abandoned outside. For the hawks and dogs under the guards, it is probably another gluttonous feast. They will eat these Manco warriors like scavenging vultures.

heart.

It can be expected that in the future, the witchcraft medicine made by the priests will no longer have any effect.

Chief Qingma, who was walking at the front, suddenly shouted a few words to the crying crowd with a broken voice. Then the whimpering stopped abruptly, and all pairs of eyes turned towards me.

There are octogenarians, their eyes are cloudy, and their eyes are wandering around me feebly, trying to find something called hope.

There are also thin women whose eyes have no focus and only have endless worries about their future lives. They will subconsciously hug the children around them as if it is the last thing in their lives that can be called precious, but the reality is

He is sharpening his sword, ready to take it away at any time.

There are also young children, they just blink their eyes with curiosity in their eyes.

Everyone was looking at me, and they subconsciously reached out to me, as if I could pull them out of the abyss and despair by holding their hands.

I twisted my body subconsciously, feeling restless for the first time in my life. I didn't dare to look into their eyes, because I was not their so-called god. I lowered my head and whispered to the priest next to me: "

Speed ​​it up some."

The two Manco warriors who were carrying me quickened their pace and quickly passed through the crowd and came to the foot of the hill.

A corpse wrapped in a straw mat was placed here quietly, isolated from the other corpses, and seemed very lonely.

Chief Qingma trembled.

The priest turned to me and said: "This is the body of the previous chief Black Elk, he..."

"Build a temple to him."

I said softly.

The priest was stunned for a moment and said: "Some people saw with their own eyes that he fell in the battle, but did not die on the spot. His scalp was cut off by those white-skinned demons, and his head was cut off. His soul has been..."

"Zhuhuaka has seen the suffering here, so I came. Likewise, they also saw Black Elk's battle last night and know what kind of person he is. They will lead him to where he should go.

"

I interrupted the priest.

After a moment of silence, I added: "Build a temple for all the soldiers who died last night. They fought for God and deserve such an honor."

The priest's face changed drastically: "This is not in line with tradition..."

"Your traditions are the rules God has set for you."

I looked at her: "Now, I am God's agent in the world, and what I say is God's will. Are you not willing to accept God's grace?"

"No, it's not..."

The priest shook his head subconsciously.

"It might take some time, but...just do it."

After saying that, I closed my eyes.

Their temples are not complicated, but have a very special form. The lower part is held up high by thick wooden piles. It is ventilated on all sides, has no walls, and is covered with a few animal skins on the ground. It can be said to be very simple. There are two to three hundred such temples built.

In fact, it won’t take much time and manpower.

The priest finally came to her senses at this time, her face was replaced by ecstasy, and she loudly announced the news to the surrounding Manco people.

As a result, everyone knelt on the ground, including the Qingma chief. They cried loudly, but... they could no longer feel the despair and sadness they had felt before.

"Foolish person..."

I whispered something to myself in Chinese, and then said: "Go up the mountain!"

Soon after, two Manco warriors carried me and stood on the hill, with a grand altar in front of me.

My master has gone deep into the Nanhai Guixu and has seen such an altar more than once. In my master's description, it is like an ancient Beijing temple, made of countless bones...

This is exactly what this Beijing view looks like!!

The first time I saw it, I was immediately sure that this was definitely the kind of bone altar that my master had seen before. Skulls were mixed in the rammed earth, some of which were human, and some that only existed in the

Weird and legendary creatures, as well as monsters, and I even saw the bones of aliens such as the Feathered People among them.

A layer of bones and a layer of rammed earth built up a huge altar that was several feet high, so that I felt so small even standing underneath it, and had to look up at it. And those skulls in the rammed earth layer, their

The dark eyes were also staring at me.

only……

The altar in front of me is different from the altar my master saw when he returned to the ruins in the South China Sea!!

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Chapter completed!