Chapter 1263 Kizaru's Future Journey 35 - Blood Sacrifice for the Emperor's Skull and Thro
Most of the cannibal tribe entrenched in this area were killed by Pava's thought, leaving only the cannibal leader alive.
His limbs were pierced through the ground by bloody spears. He watched his brothers being drained of blood and their bodies collapsed into skin and bones. Their deaths were extremely miserable.
"Devil, you are the devil's messenger..." Looking at the woman in black robe approaching step by step, the fear of death made him tremble all over.
He finally recalled that the humans who were eaten alive showed despair before they died. They used to be the leaders of the cannibals, putting others on the table, but now they themselves have become a dish.
"Blood sacrifice to the God Emperor, head sacrifice to the throne"
The moment Pava used his own blood to transform into a blood-red sword and shouted out the creed of the Death Cult, his eyes were filled with fanaticism for the empress.
He chopped off the cannibal leader's neck with a sharp move of the knife. Blood gushed out from the severed neck like a fountain. He killed a cannibal who was not loyal to the empire without any emotion in his heart.
Pava bent down, grabbed the enemy's skull, and held it up to his eyes to admire it carefully. The skull was still warm.
Blood slid down her arms, leaving shocking bloodstains on her snow-white skin.
Her eyes were full of madness and intoxication, as if the skull in her hand was the most precious treasure in the world. Soon, the liquid in the skull was sucked away completely by her powerful ability.
The first time I saw the followers of the Death Cult going crazy and killing each other, Pava in the tavern gave outsiders the impression of a silly country girl.
When she shouted out the eight words "Blood Sacrifice to the Emperor, Skull Sacrifice to the Throne", her whole temperament changed. Could it be that the girl in front of her who was touching the skull was the real Pava?
"Don't just look at me. If you want to enter the temple of the Death Worship Cult, you must pay at least one skull. Skulls can be used as faith currency within the cult and can be exchanged for a lot of goodies."
Pava took out his small bag, wrapped up the skull and urged the others present to cut off the dead man's head quickly and obtain a pass to enter the Death Worship Cult.
Gwen and Barry, two college students who had never killed anyone, were psychologically overwhelmed as street heroes, personally beheading people and collecting their skulls.
Harley Quinn was very familiar with the rules of the Death Cult. She was the first to walk out of the team, pulled out a knife, cut off the head of a corpse, and held it in her hand.
Kizaru is a bit of a germaphobe. Who knows, this group of cannibals who often eat humans may be infected with various viruses. If they accidentally come into contact with blood, they may be infected with unknown viruses.
Seeing that the trio on the ground were slow to act, Pava knew that the three financial sponsors were cowards and that killing people and collecting their bones was too beyond their expectations.
The blood demon had to do it himself. He selected three skulls of good quality, cut off their heads and disconnected their necks, cleaned the blood off the skulls, and put them back into the small bag.
Killing the cannibal tribe and collecting skulls was just a small episode on the road. Pava's body was covered in blood, and there were no monsters to disturb him on the rest of the way.
The refugees who encountered them had noses as sensitive as dogs. When they smelled the strong smell of blood on Pava, they immediately realized that the guide was a follower of the Death Worship Cult, and they gave way to him in order to avoid him.
The refugees are afraid of the crazy people in the Death Worship Cult. If they are in a bad mood today, they might chop off a few people's heads for fun. This is one of the reasons why there are not many believers in the Death Worship Cult.
"Finally we're here. It would be great if the temple could be moved to a human gathering place."
Pava couldn't help but complain out loud. Everyone followed her for nearly two hours. The underground world was so huge that it seemed to have no end. Even with the X-ray light in his eyes, Kizaru couldn't see the boundary.
A temple made of brass suddenly came into view. Under the illumination of the surrounding bonfires, the brass surface shone with a dazzling and luxurious light, as if telling the years and glory it had experienced.
As you step into the outer perimeter of the temple, your eyes are instantly attracted by the carved murals. In the dim light, the scenes on the murals are like thriller scenes being played out before your eyes.
A sturdy man stands in the center of the picture. His body is like a towering mountain, exuding an aura of looking down on all living beings.
There were layers of piled bones at his feet. They were the remains of countless lives lost. The white bones flickered strangely in the light and shadow.
Although the colors on the murals are a bit mottled, the strong red still makes people feel the bloodiness and brutality of that time.
The background of some murals is a desolate battlefield, filled with smoke and raging flames of war, with soldiers fighting each other. In the silent picture, one seems to be able to hear screams and shouts, whistling in the ears through time and space.
Gazing at these different murals, one can seem to see the madness and ruthlessness of that powerful man on the battlefield. His existence is like a symbol of destruction, spreading only death wherever he goes.
And this temple, against the backdrop of these brutal murals, seems to be covered with a thick haze. There are twelve similar temples of the Death Worship Cult in the underground world.
Borsalino looked at the man in the mural and felt a sense of familiarity. Although his face had been largely artistically processed, the exposed tattoos and old-fashioned eyes could not deceive him, an ancient man.
"The mural depicts an admiral, Admiral Akainu"? !
"Congratulations on guessing it right, but it's a pity there is no reward," Pava smiled and gave Kizaru a free thumbs up, praising the smart man.
The first time he came to the temple, he could recognize the strong man in the mural. There were not many outsiders like him. Pava looked at the wretched uncle with some curiosity.
Borsalino is over three meters tall, which is obviously out of place compared to the people around him, but this did not arouse Pava's suspicion.
There are people in the empire who are taller than ordinary people. One type is born with this height, which is extremely unlikely. The other type is more common. They are transformed by bloodline factors and their body size is later increased to adapt to stronger war weapons. This is generally the case for the imperial army.
So Pava suspected that the wretched old man in front of him might be a retired soldier of the Imperial Army, who was hired as a bodyguard by the powerful after retirement. This link is already very mature.
Using Pava's not-so-bright brain, if a retired soldier of the Imperial Army were to recognize a general from the old times at a glance, it would not be difficult at all.
The Death Cult followers gathered around and sensed a strange atmosphere. Pava immediately explained and took out five fresh skulls from his bag as tickets to enter the temple.
Being able to provide a skull means that one knows the rules. Other members of the Cult of Death do not have the patience to check the identities of outsiders. If there really were spies sneaking in, there would be nothing to steal in the temple.
Maybe he would even sacrifice himself, and be offered as a blood sacrifice to the throne of the Emperor by the fanatical believers. No part of his body would be wasted.
There was another important reason why Pava returned to the temple. He wanted to use the skulls he had collected during this period to exchange for some useful items, which he could use to kill enemies or for self-defense.
To increase your safety when going to the gathering point for the warning meeting