Gods: Start with fish, cat, orc

Chapter 59 Evil Race
The fish-cat people only sacrificed hundreds of shrimp-men, and most of them had died in previous battles.

But not in front of me.

Looking at the boulders beside the blood spring, there were more than a dozen huge wooden cages built against the cave wall. Three of the wooden cages were densely packed with various numb faces.

There were goblins and ratmen. All the goblins and ratmen stared blankly at the tragedy on the boulder next to them.

As for the other empty wooden cages, the reason is naturally conceivable.

"These damn, crazy native species!"

Li Er couldn't wait to yell out loud, even though there are a lot of crazy stories and cases of the native races in the chaotic space in the main world.

But in the past, those were just stories and cases at best, appearing only on paper or in people’s words.

But in front of him, this scene was actually played out in front of him.

And based on the number of the remaining three cages, there are at least 600 people.

Look at the empty wooden cages, and then look at the pile of corpses that are almost as high as the boulders beside the blood spring.

In Li Er's memory, when he chose the location of the blood spring, he chose a low-lying area.

In other words, this height may have to be added to the depth of the blood spring itself.

Including, the Blood Fountain’s altar-like transformation speed.

Only then did Li Er finally understand the origin of the terrifying bloody light on his body.

Such a horrific killing and blood sacrifice, and it was also a living sacrifice to an intelligent race like goblins and ratmen.

No matter how weak ordinary goblins and ratmen are, it is really a miracle that his body has not been completely contaminated under such a terrifying amount of living blood sacrifices.

Perhaps this is related to the characteristics of the Blood Hell Demon King Altar itself, or perhaps it is related to the characteristics of the Blood Spring itself.

It may even have something to do with the original divine seeds in the Blood Hell Demon King's altar, as well as the divine blood that was previously loaded by the God Arena himself.

Even the actions of the fish, cat orcs before were similar.

In short, until now, his body surface has only been slightly contaminated, which is definitely a miracle among miracles.

Of course, the biggest reason should be that this crazy and evil native race is not his believer.

There was no direct contact with him during the entire killing and blood sacrifice process.

That is to say, although they performed sacrifices in the blood spring equivalent to his altar, this sacrifice had no target and he did not respond.

Therefore, the sacrifices of the entire killing and blood sacrifice were not really accepted by him.

It was just transformed into the blood spring under the spontaneous operation of the blood spring.

Or through the blood spring, the blood soul tree, or even the entire Blood Hell Demon King Altar, it accumulated in this altar system formed by the three.

In other words, it was accumulated in his divine domain.

Looking at the scarlet blood mist in the entire cave, which was a bit thicker than the fog of chaos, Li Er finally understood what the blood mist was.

This is actually the various faith powers, spiritual powers, soul powers that can be absorbed and transformed by the Faith Pool, as well as the power of the source of life that will naturally be emitted when life dies.

Including various memory fragments.

Looking at the blood mist filling the cave, Li Er really wanted to exit the divine realm, throw away his god-adventure helmet, and quickly cut off all connections with this divine realm.

This operation is still very easy.

Just like what the Jurchen God said, everything in the New God Period is actually built on the false godhead provided by the god template.

As long as the divine template is closed and this false godhead is destroyed, naturally everything will cease to exist and there will naturally be no connection with him.

But Li Er was still somewhat curious as to why the mysterious race in this cave would do this.

The reason why it is said to be a mysterious race is that Li Er is actually not unfamiliar with this race.

Because they are actually the third intelligent race in his divine domain that Li Er found.

At that time, only a few dozen people were found, and they had no knowledge of this race.

So Li Er never paid much attention to them.

Although I would go out of my way to look a few times when I looked underground several times, the difference was at most just a few more looks.

After all, he has no idea what kind of race this is, what characteristics, habits, or even wisdom it has.As for finding out what race it was, Li Er didn't bother at all these days.

What's more, Li Er never thought that he would become a trouble for a species with only a dozen or so kittens.

But obviously, Li Er miscalculated this point.

Now, this seemingly inconspicuous race has brought him a lot of trouble.

It was still the same as what I saw last time, a strange race wearing animal skin robes and thin scales standing on the boulder beside the blood spring.

Just like chopping up chickens and slaughtering ducks, they grabbed out batches of goblins and rat-men whose legs and feet seemed to be completely paralyzed from the wooden cages next to them with indifference.

Then he was pushed onto a stone platform and his heads were chopped off one by one, and finally his head and body were thrown under the stone platform.

Even Li Er didn't know why they did this?
Just help him expand the blood fountain?
But apparently not.

Another difference from his memory is that this strange race does not have a dozen people, but nearly a hundred people.

Especially the old man and the strong man standing next to the three executioners on the boulder.

The reason why Li Erzhi pays special attention to these two people instead of others is that these two people look too special.

The elder among them was obviously the priest.

Wearing a very strange animal skin robe, he was holding a sad white snake-shaped bone staff that was half as tall as a person.

In particular, there were several bone chains hanging around his neck with very strange shapes, shapes, and colors.

These bone chains are hung with bottles of various sizes.

In short, when he saw this old man, Li Er felt a chill in his heart, as if he had seen something extremely vicious.

If I had to use an adjective, it would be that it was very similar to the feeling of his consciousness approaching that big trench.

In short, this old man made Li Er extremely uncomfortable.

As for the other strong man next to him.

The reason why he uses the word "zhuang" is because he is at least three or four heads taller than the people next to him.

And his body is extremely strong, far beyond the comparison of the skinny fellows next to him.

By comparing the two sides, Li Er was sure that the normal body shape of this race should be like those of the people next to him.

Although they are not short in stature, they cannot be called tall, even if they are much taller than the goblins and ratmen they captured.

Therefore, this strong man is definitely not ordinary. He is either born with a mutation or has been affected by something acquired.

No matter which one it is, it represents something extraordinary in this mysterious chaotic space.

Individual mutation and group mutation are not uncommon in this magical chaotic space.

But no matter which one, it is a rare opportunity for the god who discovered him.

Maybe a new powerful race can be cultivated with this.

Li Er couldn't help but look at this mysterious race intently.

The height of this race is not very high. Although it is much taller than the fish-cat people he has today, it is nearly two heads shorter than the bear-men and even the tiger-men he has seen.

Except, of course, that particular strong man.

The first and most impressive thing about this race is their blood-colored eyes without any emotion at all.

If it is said that fish and cat people's eyes are not good at showing off, they are always so peaceful.

Then, the eyes of this mysterious race are like real abyss, and no matter what emotion is thrown into it, there will be no splash.

It's like they are killing goblins and ratmen in an execution style now.

Fish-cat people don't care about killing. They don't know whether killing is a sin or evil. Killing to them is like a sip of clear spring after waking up early.

For this mysterious race in front of them, killing is like instinct and talent.

It's like they were born to kill.

(End of this chapter)