Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 471 The Living Sacrifice

"bring it on!"

In the state of the three-blood red-striped warrior, Glenn felt as if he had inexhaustible power of energy and blood, let out a roar, and then jumped up.

Bang!
In mid-air, Glenn punched out with a powerful force of qi and blood gushing out, rushing towards the evil person like a cannonball.

The black mist around Savi exploded.

The long bloody tongues danced like tentacles, but when they touched the blood fist, they made a sonic boom and dissipated into a blood mist.

"how can that be!"

Savi screamed, and his eyes, which were originally shining with control, finally appeared flustered, and the long tongues dancing around him quickly closed, forming a fleshy wall of protection.

"Death!" Glenn went down the mountain like a tiger.

A straight punch hit the fleshy wall, creating a deep pit, and the rotting flesh spread around, even Savi was blown out.

Bang!
The evil man Savi slammed heavily on the ground, and the tentacles and long tongues dancing all over his body also hung down weakly, as if he had been seriously injured.

"There should be no suspense..." Enzo murmured.

Through the vision of the shadow crow, he watched the scene of the Plummo tribe. The originally invincible evil man Savi, after Glenn absorbed the gift of the blood-slaughter god and became a three-blood red-striped warrior, was finally killed by a fierce attack. Fist seriously injured.

The situation has also been reversed!
Since being expelled from the Plumo Tribe, Savi wandered the plains for a long time, and his legs were eaten by several Braar gray wolves. Therefore, after being shot down by Glenn, he could only rely on his tentacles to support his body.
"Glenn!"

After getting up from the ground, Savi looked at Glenn with resentment, gritted his teeth and spit out a few syllables, the black mist wrapped around him boiled again, and his long bloody tongues waved.

"Give me death!"

Savi screamed, and controlled the long bloody tongue to sweep towards Glenn. The power of Qi and blood in the opponent's body exploded, grabbed a long bloody tongue, and then ripped it off.

However, more bloody long tongues attacked quickly like poisonous snakes.

"Glenn, go on!"

At this time, Old Moore saw this and quickly threw a scimitar over. After Glenn caught the scimitar, he swung it.

Brush brush!
The scimitar pierced through the air, cutting off the long bloody tongues, and then Glenn stepped forward and rushed towards Savi quickly. The power of blood and blood attached to the scimitar, and then swung the knife out.

"what!!!"

With the condensed energy and blood of the blade waving, the screams of the evil man Savi also sounded. Glenn swung the blade with all his strength to attack, and even cut his body in half.

The body entangled in black mist was fought into two halves, but the evil one still did not die. A large amount of black blood was splashed on the ground. On the two rotten bodies, tentacles like granulation sprouted, spreading and intertwining each other.

"Is this... self-healing ability?"

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo frowned, looking at the evil man Savi, who was cut in two but still not dead, and his rotting body was constantly merging, a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.

In a moment, Savi's two bodies have been fused together.

The blade attack just now did not kill him, but the fusion of the two bodies still cost Savi a lot. At this time, the black mist wrapped around him became thinner, and the bloody long tongues waving The speed also slowed down.

"After accepting the power of the God of Calamity and becoming an evil person, this guy has the ability to heal himself continuously." Enzo stroked his chin, his eyes flickered and said: "However, this healing ability should consume a lot of energy , so within a certain period of time, it can be used at most once!"

Meanwhile, the Plumo Tribe.

"Glenn! Continue!" After seeing the fusion of the two bodies of the evil man, Old Moore said hastily: "His self-healing ability must have many limitations. After using it, he should fall into a period of weakness for a period of time. Don't Let him recover."

The evil man Savi's eyes were cold, and he stared at Old Moore with venomous eyes, and suddenly manipulated a bloody long tongue, shooting towards Old Moore.

Old Moore's expression changed suddenly.

brush!
However, before the bloody long tongue flew out, Glenn swung the scimitar and cut off the long tongue with a burst of energy and blood.

Where he was, Glenn had a determined face.

Without saying a word, he moved quickly, and appeared in front of Savi almost instantly. The bronze scimitar in his hand was shining red, as if being poured with blood, he swung it quickly.

Brush brush!
The long bloody tongues were cut off one by one, and Savi fell into a very passive position when he was approached. He could only retreat towards the rear as hard as possible, preparing to distance himself.

However, Glenn didn't give him a chance.

"Blood Shadow Slash!"

With force in his legs, Glenn jumped into the air in an instant, and slashed down with the bronze scimitar in his hand. The violent power of blood and blood chopped the evil man Savi in ​​half again.

Whoa!
The black mist exploded immediately, black and sticky blood splattered on the ground, and the two severed bodies had tiny tentacles growing from the incisions, stretching toward each other with all their strength.

"Humph!"

Glenn snorted coldly, but quickly swung the bloody scimitar, chopping the bodies on the ground into a pile of shredded meat until they couldn't extend their tentacles.

"He should be completely dead now." Enzo muttered to himself.

The evil person who had been cut into countless pieces by chaotic knives had already been turned into pieces of meat, and a rotten stench was emitted, and then it turned into black mist and drifted away as if burning.

"The evil one... is dead?"

After a while, Old Moore came forward cautiously, looking at the pieces of ground meat that kept turning into mist, and asked hesitantly.

Glenn said nothing, but nodded slightly.

Immediately, Old Moore breathed a sigh of relief, and then a surprised expression appeared on his face, and he said excitedly, "Great, Glenn!"

"Thanks to the God of Blood Slaughter, you killed the evil and saved the tribe, and became a powerful red-striped warrior. The Pulamo tribe will be proud of you!"

The Plumo tribe, which was invaded by the evil Savi, experienced serious losses. Not only did the tribe suffer extensive damage, but even the number of blood warriors dropped sharply to one-third.

This was undoubtedly a catastrophe for the Pulamo tribe, but the appearance of Glenn made Old Moore feel ecstatic.

Red-striped warriors, the support of a tribe!

The original Pramo tribe was just one of the weakest small tribes. When two-thirds of the blood warriors were killed by evil people, it was almost on the verge of extinction. Without the protection of a powerful existence, it would be impossible to survive this year black mist season.

Originally, Old Moore had fallen into despair.

But now, the appearance of Glenn gave him hope. Having a red-striped warrior guarding him was enough for the Plumo Tribe to pass through the black mist season smoothly.

Even, starting from next year's recovery season, it will continue to grow stronger!

"Chief Moore..."

Just as the old Moore was enjoying the prosperity of the Plumo Tribe, Glenn on the side had an ugly expression and shook his head slightly.

Old Moore's expression changed.

After successfully killing the Evil One, Glenn's face was not happy, but gradually paled, and the three bloodstains on his chest gradually faded away.

"What's going on?" Old Moore trembled.

Glenn, who was originally regarded by him as the hope of the tribe, continued to dissipate the energy and blood in his body, and even tiny cracks appeared on his rock-like skin, and traces of blood oozed out.

"Perhaps... this is the price?"

Glenn's face became paler, but there was a flash of understanding in his eyes, and he murmured, "The power bestowed by the gods is beyond the reach of mortals. This body can last until now, which is already the limit."

After that, Glenn fell down.

Old Moore's expression changed drastically. Before he had time to help him up, Glenn's body had already started to collapse, and the blood overflowing from his body gradually covered his whole body.

"how so?"

Old Moore knelt down on the ground, his eyes seemed to lose their luster, and he murmured with trembling lips.

In a moment, Glenn completely lost his life features and turned into a stiff corpse.

"it is as expected."

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo sighed. He had already expected the scene in front of him. That Glenn was originally a blood warrior, but with the power bestowed by the Blood Slaughter God, he became a three-blood red-striped warrior.

However, that power did not belong to him.

Mortals must bear the price of carrying the power of the gods, and the price of letting a blood warrior directly possess the power enough to kill evil spirits is death.

Plumo Tribe.

"Great God of Blood Slaughter, have you abandoned the Plumo Tribe?" Old Moore's face was pale, looking at the corpses on the ground, with a hint of despair in his heart.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the smell of blood wafted away.

At this time, the Plumo tribe was in a mess. After being attacked by the evil man Savi, one-third of the blood warriors in the tribe died.

Old Moore looked sad and didn't know what to do.

In the sky, shadow crows fluttered their wings and flew away. The plight of the Pulamo tribe no longer required attention, but Enzo became interested in another matter.

That is the stele bestowed by the gods of the Pulamo tribe.

On the Solu Plain, every war ghost tribe has a god-given stone tablet. Although the Pulamo tribe is weak, it is no exception. It is the power of the god-given stone tablet that allows them to successfully resist the evil. invasion.

Although for this, they also paid a big price.

"Is this the god-given stele of the Pramo tribe?"

Through the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo came to the center of the Plumo tribe. In an empty square, he saw a small broken stone tablet with blood-red special characters engraved on it.

Compared with the god-given stele of the Tatar tribe, the god-given stele of the Pulamo tribe has a similar appearance, but it is much smaller. It is precisely because of this that the Pulamo tribe is weaker than the Tatar tribe.

The stele bestowed by the gods is a treasure given to the war ghosts by the god of killing blood.

The more powerful the tribe, the larger the god-given stele they have, and the more advanced the cultivation methods on it. For example, the god-given stele of the Tatar tribe can only be cultivated to the level of the seven-blood red-striped warrior at most, while the god-given stele of the Gaosuo tribe The stele, however, records the method of promotion to the Fury Warrior.

"Eh? This stele?"

Controlling the Shadow Crow, Enzo looked at the broken stele below, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he noticed something unusual.

On the god-given stele of the Plumo Tribe, there was a trace of blood mist-like energy faintly entangled, which never dissipated for a long time.

"Is this the remnant of the divine power of the Blood Slaughter God?"

Enzo's face was thoughtful. Not long ago, the Pramo Tribe received the power bestowed by the blood-slaughter god through prayers, and thus killed the invading evils. This stele was passed on.

"It seems that the stele bestowed by the gods not only records the way to the extraordinary, but also represents the connection and medium between the **** of blood and the war ghosts!" Enzo murmured.

Afterwards, the Shadow Crow flew away from the Plumo Tribe.

The Plumo tribe, which has experienced the invasion of the aliens, is no longer able to protect this land. If they don't find a way out as soon as possible, their only end is to exterminate the tribe in this year's black mist season.

But all of this has nothing to do with Enzo.

Within the Tatar tribe.

Boom boom boom!
There was a sudden knock on the door, which interrupted Enzo's thoughts. He also cut off his vision from the shadow crow and turned to look at the door.

"The Harvest Celebration is about to begin."

The wooden door was pushed open with a gap, Wendy showed a small head, and whispered to Enzo inside, "Uncle Drogo asked everyone to go to the god-given stone tablet, and prepare to sacrifice to the blood god."

"Okay, I see." Enzo nodded slightly.

Afterwards, he got up and walked out of the room, followed Wendy's footsteps, and came to the square where the God-given Stele of the Tatar Tribe was located. At this time, the place was already full of people, and everyone in the Tatar Tribe was waiting for the start of the harvest celebration.

Around the spacious square, torches were lit one by one.

The fire dispelled the surrounding darkness and illuminated the god-given stele in front of it. Several blood warriors carried their prey and placed them respectfully in front of the god-given stele as a tribute to the blood-slaying god.

Tapping.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps. Drogo was wearing a long animal skin robe, and walked towards the god-given stone tablet with a serious face. Behind him, there were three naked War Ghost clan women who followed numbly.

Enzo frowned slightly, his face thoughtful.

"Is it also a sacrifice?" He murmured in a low voice.

According to the tradition of the War Ghost Tribe, the annual harvest celebration is the most solemn festival of the year. During this period, the War Ghost Tribe needs to offer sacrifices to the God of Blood Slaughter.

And for a grand sacrifice, it is natural to prepare sacrifices!

Unlike the small-scale sacrifices before the start of the harvest hunting, the sacrifices of the harvest celebration required not only livestock, but also living people, and women with low status in the tribe were naturally the best sacrifices.

According to the tradition of the Tatar tribe, a woman is sacrificed to the blood-killing god every year during the harvest celebration.

This year, however, Drogo was disturbed by a series of events during the Harvest Hunt, so he decided to increase the number of sacrifices to three.

"May the great blood-killing god bless the Tatar tribe!"

Drogo walked slowly to the front of the god-given stone tablet, turned around with a serious face, and the three naked female war ghosts who were sacrificed as sacrifices knelt down on the ground as docile as lambs.

(End of this chapter)