Belief In The Kingdom of God

After pushing down the corpse of the slave, the totem below the altar seemed to be awakened by the **** aura, and began to have some reactions. In terms of luck, the original calm natal aura began to become a little fluctuating, and seemed to be ready to welcome the pick-up. Down the feast.

As if sensing the awakening of the ancestral spirit, the high priest chanted a spell on the side. After chanting, he ordered the remaining slaves to be thrown down one by one.

Around, the slaves looked at the space under the altar, as if they had seen a ghost, with fear on their faces, but they were escorted by the surrounding strong guards to the vicinity of the altar, and then kicked down.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

I saw that after several people were thrown down, they suddenly uttered fierce screams, and a black air invaded them, turning their flesh and blood into white bones. Then, under a burst of blood, even the bones gradually Turned into ashes and fell silently.

The slaves in the rear looked at this, struggling hard.

Several slave fighters slammed into a guard with their bodies, knocking away the guards who had trapped them. However, before his equipment could escape, a black light traversed the altar, and several slaves fell to the ground. A large hole was broken in the chest, and the flesh and blood on it were clearly visible.

It was the high priest above the altar that made the move.

At this time, his expression remained serious, and he reprimanded the soldiers around him: "Hurry up and bring them up."

For his reprimand, hearing the ears of the surrounding soldiers, it seemed that he was facing something terrible. They hurriedly hit a Ji Ling, and then quickly escorted the person up.

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

The captured slaves were sacrificed one by one, and in the end, only the last slave remained, but a majestic warrior.

He stared at the guards around him, his ferocious eyes brought a strong sense of oppression, and made the surrounding soldiers retreat subconsciously. From the beginning to the end, he did not speak, nor tried to escape, as if appointed, calmly walked to the altar.

He walked a short distance quickly, but just when everyone thought that he would die obediently, when he passed by the high priest, he took a sip at the high priest.

On the opposite side, the high priest was caught off guard and was vomited into his face. Suddenly, his always serious face could no longer be maintained, and he was furious: "You are looking for death!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

However, before he grabbed the opponent, the man suddenly laughed, and then resolutely jumped under the altar.

Feeling the gradual corrosion of the flesh and blood on his body, he never said a word, silently enduring the pain that came from his body, not even a scream.

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

Around, Chen Ming sighed and regretted seeing this.

From his perspective, it can be clearly seen that in a place that mortals cannot see, a pure white and determined soul is rolling under the altar, and then the entire soul body is swallowed by the ancestral spirit below, and the soul is scattered.

As the regret in his heart became heavier, the killing intent in his heart became more intense.

Swallowing human essence and blood, devouring its soul, such an act is no different from an evil demon, and really deserves to be killed.

On the other side, the high priest didn't seem to expect him to be so decisive.

However, he was no ordinary person, and he recovered in the next moment, as if nothing had happened, he continued to preside over the sacrifice.

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

But this batch is some prey, there is no waves, the sacrifices will drop them one by one, and then continue his set of rituals.

When the ceremony was finished, the people in the audience had gradually become impatient. According to common sense, the sacrifice was almost over.

However, after the high priest on the stage finished this set of sacrifices, he suddenly said to the guards under the stage: "Bring the next batch of sacrifices."

In the audience, everyone was stunned, there is the next batch?

Then, after a while, everyone was shocked when they saw the group of people who were pulled forward.

"That's the leader's son!" Someone recognized the identity of the group in front of them, shocked.

However, this was just the beginning. As the figures were rushed forward, familiar people were recognized by everyone.

"That's Kekura, isn't he acting as a guard next to the leader? Why is he here?"

"That's Baza, he is a famous warrior of the tribe! Why should he be sacrificed?"

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"Crurie, look at it!"

At this moment, a voice rang in Chen Ming's ear, and he was taken aback for a moment, looking at Goode beside him.

Following his gaze, he looked up and saw a figure he knew well above it, but it was Barrick.

Suddenly, he moved in his heart, and he pretended to be shocked: "That's cousin Barrick, why is it also on it."

Then, he only felt a move beside him, but Goode grabbed his hand and said with a gloomy expression: "Crurie, don't be impulsive."

Looking at Goode, Chen Ming nodded with a "sullen" expression.

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

However, the high priest on the stage didn't think about the feelings of the people below, as if he hadn't seen it, or maybe he didn't care at all.

He continued the blood sacrifice on his own, and in a desperate look, he threw a person off the altar and took it to feed the ancestral spirit.

In the audience, Chen Ming watched as an individual was sent down to the altar and died with them one by one. Above the high priest's head, a thick layer of resentment and karma increased again, but the air luck rose a little with it, but it was a little unstable, giving people a sense of vain, as if it would dissipate at any time.

And as his luck rose, the other one that had fallen below suddenly collapsed. Although there was still some remaining energy, it was already fading, and he could no longer fight against it.

Seeing this, Chen Ming understood in his heart.

In other words, this is also a customary practice in past years. Sending political enemies down to the altar in the name of sacrificial offerings to strike at dissidents is a practice that the high priests of the past have always done, but it is not as tragic as this time.

Looking at the person above who was sent down to feed the ancestral spirits, it can be said that they have swept away the dissidents of the leader's line. Even the leader's son was sent down, and the leader himself was mostly ill-advised.

"but···"

Chen Ming turned and looked around, only to see that among the crowd, a pair of eyes could be vaguely seen, with resentment, but he did not dare to watch the high priest on the stage.

Seeing this, he sneered in his heart.

There are dozens of people sent by the high priest to feed the ancestral spirits, and most of them are the original leaders, and most of these people have relatives.

The tribe itself is not big, and most of the tribesmen are actually related to relatives. So it seems that only a few dozen people have died, but in fact, if you count his relatives and friends, hundreds of people may be offended. If you add some people who have had grudges in the past, not to mention offending the entire tribe by nearly half, but one-third of them will be everywhere.

Originally, if Chen Ming was not there. That high priest is not so much like this. After all, after killing the leader, he has the power of the tribe, coupled with the back to the ancestral spirit, and the extraordinary power, then naturally nothing will happen.

After all, there is no power and there is no resentment I, what's the use?

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

He thought, looking at the cold high priest in front of him, as if looking at a dead man.