Chapter 116 Blood Sacrifice
After forcibly pulling Thunderbird and Turanhava into the Alliance of the Seas, the gods also expressed their opinions on how to deal with the issue of Mount Sugana.
Because there are mortal tribes around Mount Sugana, if one wants to forcibly open the mountain and tear the land apart, these mortals will naturally have to be moved away.
The devil is a lover. Although Sunan is not a very fond lover, the same is not true for the rest of his allies.
If Sunan chose to ignore those mortals and forcibly tear apart the mountains and crack the earth, although he would not fall out with his allies, there would still be some estrangement.
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"Morax, thank you for your help." Sunan looked at Morax beside him and nodded to him.
"It's okay." Morax shook his head gently and stretched out his hand. With the brilliant golden light shining on the Heguan Island, a small world was created by Morax.
This world is similar to the immortal's cave, except that it is bigger, higher, and more stable.
Its carrying capacity is much higher than that of the immortals' caves. Even if the entire Heguan Island is moved in, it will not cause any problems.
However, there are some problems with Heguan Island itself. If the entire island is moved in, some unexpected problems may arise.
"Thank you for the trip." After seeing the small world being completed, Sunan also said to the other demons.
At the same time, he also set out to transfer all the mortals on Heguan Island to the small world.
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They came to a tribe. In Sunan's eyes, the common people here were all uncivilized savages.
Although there are traces of their territory left over from the previous era, they have now long lost their heritage, fallen into ignorance, and are no different from savages.
Today, Heguan is shrouded in fog all year round, so they cannot use the movement of the sun, moon and stars to record years. Therefore, in their minds, every thunder in the sky represents the passage of "a year".
It's just that during this period of time they were slightly confused and fearful.
Wondering why time passes so quickly...
During this time, they heard a total of 173 thunderclaps, which means that in just a few days, they had grown "173 years older" out of thin air...
This strange change caused the common people on Heguan Island to fall into panic.
The tribe's priests, or shamans, thought that the Thunderbird was not satisfied with their current sacrifices, so they came to the remains of the previous civilization to see how people in the previous era worshipped the gods.
The priests who mastered "part of the Shigen civilization's writing" analyzed that when the gods were angry, blood and flesh were needed to quell the gods' wrath.
When analyzing "blood and flesh", the priest was still a little confused.
Because the sacrifices they offered were the flesh and blood of animals from the sea and land, but after offering the flesh and blood of animals, they encountered such a thing...
The tribe's priest Zuo thought for a few moments and concluded that the flesh and blood of animals alone could not quell the wrath of the Thunderbird, so only the flesh and blood of humans could quell the wrath of the gods.
Therefore, after voting and his own wishes, Priest Zuo chose a child as a sacrifice.
"Li, are you afraid?" Priest Zuo looked at the bound child in front of him, helplessness and sadness flowing from his turbid eyes.
As mortals, they lived under the protection of the Thunderbird. Now the Thunderbird was furious at their perfunctory sacrifice, and wanted such a young child to take on such a responsibility...
If the child who could inherit his position as priest had not yet grown up, Zuo himself would have wanted to take on the responsibility of sacrifice on behalf of the child.
“Don’t be afraid, Grandpa Zuo.” Li’s eyes were as pure and clear as black gems. His smile was so clean, so clean that Zuo couldn’t bear to watch the scene that was about to appear next.
"For the prosperity of the tribe and for the gift of the Thunderbird, Grandpa Zuo, please take action."
"I'm not afraid of pain..."
There was not a trace of regret in the child's smile. Even though he knew that he would die from the separation of flesh and blood, he was still not afraid.
The priest Zuo Xinling was trembling, his hands seemed to have Parkinson's disease. He gestured at the child's body but couldn't bring himself to do it.
The blade formed by grinding the relic iron is not sharp and has a little rust on it.
If you are injured by this kind of knife, regardless of whether you will die or not, you will definitely get tetanus.
"Ugh……"
After repeatedly making gestures on Li's thin body, the priest Zuo finally couldn't bring himself to do it.
He looked at Li from below, just like he was his own child.
Kill your own child with your own hands, separate the child's blood and flesh, and offer it as a sacrifice to the gods...
Unfortunately, he couldn't do that, so there was only one option.
He clenched the knife in his hand, walked out of the stone house, and followed the rugged road to the tribe's altar.
The altar is pure white in color and is a relic left over from the previous civilization.
He looked at the blood and meat of the beast used as sacrifice, as if he saw Li's blood, Li's flesh, and Li's bones...
"What a pity..."
He sighed softly, as if regretting something. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Then he exerted force with his hand and the blade cut through his skin.
"uh-huh……"
Zuo Qiang endured the pain, cold sweat dripping down his head.
The first place to separate was my left leg.
Just as the name "Zuo" suggests, he opened his eyes wide and personally scraped off the flesh and blood from his left leg piece by piece.
A large amount of blood flowed down, staining the pure white altar red.
With trembling hands, Zuo bit a purple feather in his mouth.
That was a feather of the Thunderbird, which the tribe had picked up by chance in the mountains in the past and it was regarded as a sacred object of the tribe.
Now, he holds the holy object in his mouth to confess his sins, cuts off his flesh and blood, and offers himself as a sacrifice to the gods.
With trembling hands he grabbed his own flesh and blood and threw it into the new cauldron.
"I am... a priest of the Lord..."
His old face was filled with madness. He swung the knife again and began to cut off the flesh of his thigh.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall, and a strong feeling of dizziness surrounded Zuo, but it seemed that some force was guiding him, so that the huge blood loss still did not make him fall into a coma.
The severe pain prevented Zuo Lian from screaming. His body was shaking as if he would die on the spot in the next moment.
Faintly, he seemed to see his deceased relatives waving at him.
Just as he was trembling and scraping off the flesh and blood on his thigh, a blue light suddenly enveloped him.
The warm power enveloped him, and his mind suddenly relaxed. Zuo fell into a coma. However, while he was unconscious, he heard an extremely soft yet angry voice.
"I hate blood sacrifice the most..."