Chapter 22

After the slave's body was pushed down, the totem under the altar seemed to be awakened by the bloody gas and began to have some reactions. In terms of gas transportation, the original life gas, which was not startled, began to fluctuate and seemed to be preparing for the next feast.

It seemed that he sensed the awakening of the ancestral spirit. The high priest read a spell. After reading it, he ordered to throw the remaining slaves one by one.

Around, the slaves looked at the space under the altar as if they saw an evil ghost. They showed fear, but they were escorted near the altar by the strong guards around, and then kicked down.

"Ah ah!"

I saw that after several people were thrown down, they immediately sent out bursts of violent screams. A black gas invaded them and turned their flesh and blood into white bones. Then, under bursts of blood light, even the bones gradually turned into ashes and fell quietly.

The slaves in the rear looked at this and struggled hard.

Several slave soldiers fiercely hit a guard with their bodies and knocked away the guard who trapped them. However, before his equipment could escape, a black light crossed the altar, several slaves fell to the ground, and a big hole was broken in his chest, on which the blood and flesh were clearly visible.

But the high priest on the altar did it.

At this time, he kept his previous seriousness and scolded the soldiers around him: "don't take them up quickly."

His reprimand was heard in the ears of the soldiers around him, but it seemed that he was facing something terrible. They quickly beat a spirit, and then quickly escorted people up.

This time, because of the suppression of the high priest and the advance prevention of the surrounding guards, the slaves could not move again after all. In a desperate look, one by one fell.

The captured slaves were sacrificed one by one. In the end, only the last slave was left, but a magnificent soldier.

He looked around at the guards escorting him. His fierce eyes brought a strong sense of oppression and made the soldiers around subconsciously retreat. From beginning to end, he did not speak, nor did he try to escape. As if appointed, he calmly walked to the altar.

The short journey was quickly passed by him. However, just when everyone thought he would die obediently, when passing by the high priest, he fiercely bah at the high priest.

Opposite, the high priest was caught off guard and vomited in his face. Suddenly, the originally serious face could no longer be maintained. He was angry: "you want to die!"

"Ha ha ha!"

However, before he grabbed each other, the man suddenly laughed and jumped down from the altar.

Feeling the gradual corrosion of his flesh and blood, he never said a word and silently endured the pain from his body without even a scream.

"What a man, there are so many fierce men in the world."

Around Chen Ming, seeing this, he sighed and felt sorry.

From his perspective, it can be clearly seen that where ordinary people can't see, a pure white and resolute soul rolls under the altar, and then the whole soul body is swallowed by the ancestral spirit below.

With the heavier regret in his heart, the killing intention in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Swallowing a person's blood essence and swallowing his soul is no different from an evil spirit. He should be killed.

On the other side, the high priest didn't think he was so decisive. When he saw him jump down, he was stunned for a moment, and his gloomy face was black.

However, he was not an ordinary person. He recovered at the next moment and continued to preside over the sacrifice as if nothing had happened.

After the sacrifice of this batch of slaves, he led a group of elders to continue a set of rituals. When the ceremony was completed, the next batch of blood sacrifice also began.

This batch of prey, without waves, was thrown down one by one by the sacrifice, and then continued his set of rituals.

When the ceremony was finished, the people in the audience were getting impatient. According to common sense, the sacrifice was coming to an end.

However, after finishing this set of sacrifices, the high priest on the stage suddenly said to the guards under the stage, "bring the next batch of sacrifices."

Under the stage, everyone was stunned, and the next batch?

Then, after a while, they were shocked to see the group of people who were pulled forward.

"That's the leader's son!" someone recognized the identity of the group in front and said in shock.

However, this is only the beginning. As figures are brought forward, familiar people are recognized by everyone.

"That's kekula. Isn't he acting as a guard around the leader? Why is he here?"

"That's Bazaar. He's a famous warrior of the tribe. Why should he be sacrificed?"

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"Crowley, look!"

At this time, a voice sounded in Chen Ming's ear. He was stunned and looked at Goode beside him.

As he looked up, he saw a figure he was familiar with, but it was balek.

Suddenly, his heart moved, his face was shocked and said, "that's cousin balek. Why are you up there?"

Then, he only felt a movement around him, but Goodall grabbed his hand, looked a little gloomy and said, "creuli, don't be impulsive."

Looking at Goode, Chen Ming nodded with a gloomy face.

Not only them, after dozens of people on the stage were taken one by one, the faces of some people under the stage suddenly became gloomy. Some people were impulsive and even wanted to rush to the altar, but they were held by their companions.

However, the high priest on the stage didn't want to worry about the feelings of the people below. He didn't seem to see it. Maybe he didn't care at all.

He continued the blood sacrifice. In a burst of despair, he left a man down the altar and fed it to the ancestral spirit.

Under the stage, Chen Ming watched a man be sent down to the altar and die with them one by one. Above the high priest's head, a thick layer of resentment and karma increased again, but the Qi increased a little, but it was unstable, giving people a sense of vanity, as if it would dissipate at any time.

As his Qi rose, another Qi that had originally fallen below suddenly collapsed. Although there was still some remaining Qi, it was already fading and could no longer fight it.

Seeing this, Chen Mingxin knows.

In other words, this is also a common practice of sacrifice in previous years. Sending political enemies down the altar in the name of sacrifice to fight against dissidents is a practice that high priests of all dynasties will do, but it is not as tragic as this time.

After looking at the people sent down to feed the ancestral spirit, it can be said that they caught all the dissidents in the leader's vein. Even the leader's son was sent down, and the leader himself was mostly unlucky.

"But..."

Chen Ming turned and looked around. He saw that in the crowd, he could vaguely see a pair of eyes with resentment, but he never dared to see the high priest on the stand.

Seeing this, he sneered in his heart.

Dozens of people were sent by the high priest to feed the ancestral spirit, and most of them were the original leader class. Most of these people had relatives.

The tribe itself is not big. In fact, most of the people are related to each other. Therefore, it seems that only dozens of people have died, but in fact, if you count their relatives and friends, you may offend hundreds of people. If we add some people who had enemies in the past, we will not say that we have offended nearly half of the whole tribe, but a third of them have everything.

Originally, without Chen Ming. After all, after killing the leader, he was in charge of the power of the tribe. In addition, he had to rely on the ancestral spirit and add extraordinary power to his body, so there would be nothing.

After all, without power, what's the use of empty resentment I?

But since Chen Ming is here, he can make use of it.

As he thought, looking at the high priest in front of him was like looking at a dead man.