I'm such an old god, so sorry

Across the steps, Xiude climbed up to the high altar, and carefully observed the cumbersome ancient writings on the only stone tablet on the altar in Weskell's excited eyes.

"How is it? Did it say anything?"

Weskell approached enthusiastically, and Xiude frowned: "Don't worry, I'll take a look first... you have blood everywhere."

Xiude shook the blue blood on his hand, because the blood of the people of the starry sky didn’t have much texture. Apart from feeling a little dazzling, Xiude didn’t feel much discomfort. He focused on the dense inscriptions and slowly Retell the above:

"In the decades after the Cataclysm, the rule of the Shibaizel Empire collapsed with the destruction of its homeland. This is a disaster day for the people of the stars. Our enemies are hidden among the barbarians in the wild, among the slaves in the town. ..... We should be the last to inherit the orthodox blue-blood kingdom of the Shibaizer Empire. Despite the difficult external battle conditions, the scholars of the Academy still worked tirelessly and finally found a way to call back the Father God."

"any solution!?"

Weskell lay on the ground, his eyes glowing.

"...I'm just about to read, what's the hurry."

Xiude did not understand the eagerness of the people of the starry sky. He calmly said, "...After a series of studies...forgive us, in order to find a chance in despair, I can't wait. We did not desecrate the blood of the noble stars. With a sense of guilt, we discovered the secret of the blood of the stars-the blood of the blue is a gift from the Lord of the blue, and the concentration of the blood is determined to be the same as that of the blue. The communication efficiency of the force..... So can we assume that we cannot seek prayer from the Lord of the Blue, because there is no existence in the people of the starry sky that can directly communicate with the Father God, if the bloodline concentration can reach an upper limit , Can we communicate with God the Father?"

"...After experiments, we confirmed the results of this research and made a plan to gather a large amount of blood from the stars in one person. However... everything is too late. This plan requires at least 500,000 yuan. As sacrifices to the people of the starry sky, our country does not have such a large population... But the method for the return of the Lord of the Blue has been found. Successors, if you can see this inscription, please use the sacrifice The blood fills the altar's groove, allowing the last person selected to be baptized and become the messenger of God the Father."

Xiude stopped abruptly when he read this, not only because the content behind is not clear, but also because of the madness of the ancient blue blood. He actually sacrificed his own people, or hundreds of thousands, this is lunatic, right? .

Do you really want labor and capital to be evil gods?

Xiude couldn't help slandering, and smiled at Weskell beside him: "It seems we have come to the wrong place, this kind of absurd..."

Sudden was stunned, because Weskell's expression was not the disappointment he had imagined, but the longing. The scarlet eyes were almost shining, and he was very excited at a glance.

Not only Weskell, but Xiude looked around, and the people in the starry sky who heard the content of the inscription all smiled like suffering, and even shed tears.

"...It turns out that the last kingdom of the blue blood has accomplished such a great feat. Unfortunately, even if the entire nation's population were selected in the final battle, it was impossible to gather the sacrifices required for the great sacrifice. No wonder there will be such a legend in the end. ..."

"But, we have a population! There are more than five million people in the starry sky of the Restoration Army, and it is more than enough to complete the great ceremony..."

The fighters of Scarlet Renaissance were excited and talked verbally, which made Xiude feel big:

"Hey, are you kidding me..."

"Modify virtue."

Weskell stood up. The wound on his chest was almost crusted. Except for his face paler, he looked as if he was not injured:

"Please accept the instillation of blood?"

"Let Xiude be the messenger of God Father?"

Hector Weng Shengweng said in an air: "...a very good candidate, after seeing the talent of Xiu De, there is no way not to say that."

"So, does anyone have an objection?"

Weskell nodded and asked the crowd of Scarlet Revival below.

The latter looked at each other, and then nodded silently. As Hector said, the shocking shot of Xiud won the absolute trust of everyone. Even the rising star of the Restoration Army, Aya, could not have that talent. Up.

"What a coincidence, I just met Xiude, and I just got the big sacrifice. Sure enough, the Lord of Blue is looking after his people."

Upon seeing this, Weskell took a deep breath and looked up at the dome.

The soldiers of Scarlet Revival smiled and hugged each other, each found a groove extending to the altar, and drew out their weapons.

Xiude was watching the performance of Scarlet Renaissance. Although they looked like the same thing, Xiude still thought that Weskell and others were joking. How could anyone with normal IQ hand in their lives unclearly? Give this kind of evil and weird big sacrifice ceremony.

The world is booming, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit.

Xiude, who has received the influence of modern civilization, didn’t think there was anything worthy of his life, until he saw a guard knight take off his helmet and wiped his neck with a sharp sword. There was a light blue gap like water like mist. Emerge.

Then the body of the guard knight fell, and the blue blood flowing under him gradually merged into the groove.

Xiude’s brain was blank for an instant. Before he had time to comfort him, it was an illusion, a prank, and a few smooth swords piercing through the flesh and blood, like the sound of tearing cloth, different from the latter. What's more, this sound is chilling.

"May this life be bathed in the light of stars!"

"May this life be bathed in the light of stars!"

"..."

With the loud decisive sound after another, the surviving Scarlet Revival people fell one after another in the pupils of Xiude's diffusion.

An indescribable feeling hit Xiude, causing him to tremble, his emotions converging into a frightened roar:

"What are you guys doing?!"

Xiude rushed down the altar and grabbed a ranger, who was the eldest brother of the ranger who ran all the way with him behind his back.

"...In order to meet our Lord, our father, this is the mission of the people of the stars. I have my mission, and you must do your own mission."

This cold-faced ranger gently avoided Xiude’s attempt to grab the dagger, holding Xiude with one hand, and said, looking at Xiude with his emotionless eyes.

After he finished speaking, the dagger pierced through his throat mercilessly, and the burst of blue blood splashed on Xiude's face.

Xiude reached out tremblingly and touched the blood on his cheeks. It was very strange. It clearly gave people the feeling of cold and light blue blood, but the temperature was beyond imagination.

It was so high that his cheeks seemed to be burned.

Xiude knelt on the spot, watching the surrounding Scarlet Revival members commit suicide one by one, filling the groove with his own blood.

No one has the slightest hesitation, as if the only really strange person is Xiu De.

Xiude was very puzzled, very very puzzled.

Why is this happening?Haven't you already won?The survivors and the triumphant victors should enjoy the glory they deserve. They should have a celebration party, laugh and laugh under the singing and dancing of the bonfire and dinner, and blowing the bullshit on the battlefield.... . Shouldn’t it be this kind of expansion?

But why, the first second was okay, and the next second was a mass suicide by summoning the great sacrifice of the Lord of Blue for some shit?

"I don't understand... Laborer doesn't understand it!"

"Mad! You are all crazy!"

Xiude held his head with a headache, and growled deep in his throat.

And this so-called big sacrifice ceremony will not stop because of the protagonist's emotions. Just as Xiude does not understand the people of the starry sky, the people of the starry sky do not understand why Xiude is not happy that the fate of the thousand years is about to be achieved.

Finally, the Scarlet Revival troops committed suicide except for the two apostles, and Xiude raised his head to look at Weskell and Hector who were facing each other.

"It's a pity, I was thinking about entrusting my sister to you."

Weskell smiled gently.

In exchange, Hector's eyes rolled: "You...this idiot, I don't know if you really don't understand or pretend."