I was regarded as a demon god by a witch

Chapter 47

It was too late to stop the ceremony.

With the religious songs of the second-level sequence professional priests of the children of the forest.

A huge tree shadow appeared on the hall floor.

And the priest of the child of the forest became taller and stronger, standing on the altar-like pattern on the ground, she turned into a little giant.

She was originally shorter than normal adult male humans.

However, she is currently more than 5 meters tall. Fortunately, the height of the hall is sufficient, otherwise she will break through the castle.

Facing such a tall giant, the black wolf and the old witch couldn't help but retreat for a moment.

The priestess searched around the hall and found a broom in the corner of the hall. The broom was easily broken by her like a toothpick in her hand.

Then she held the head of the broken broom, and the head of the broom spontaneously ignited, emitting white smoke.

The priestess waved the simple sacrificial props made of brooms in her hands, covering the hall with white smoke, and a strange blue-green light appeared from her eyes.

The combination of white smoke and flame is like a dream.

Like a pagan god descending into the world.

It has to be said that the skills of the priest profession are full of mystery, especially suitable for creating an atmosphere.

The priestess muttered to herself in human language. "Great ancient soul, I offer you the flesh and blood of an enemy, please take away these human Hani."

With her left hand, she pinched a frightened young man beside her. The young man was unable to resist at all, so he was caught by the little giant, and then his chest exploded.

Blood was spilled on the ground.

The tree shadows on the ground became crazy, as if the branches and leaves of a tree were blown by a strong wind.

The tree shadows danced a crazy dance.

After accepting the sacrifice, the white smoke seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made all the human knights and knight attendants present groggy.

On the other hand, the dryads were all in high spirits. After absorbing the white smoke, their combat effectiveness increased as if they had been given a stimulant.

The dryads gradually recovered the situation.

While fighting the dryads, the knights had to beware of the giant priestess who suddenly appeared.

Ivita was not affected by the white smoke, but the little giant incarnated by the priestess looked down like a god on a temple, and there were two sides of humans and dryads who were fighting in the hall.

This made Ivita prepare to observe the situation first.

Besides, although he has magic power now, the daily spell usage times of magic items have been used up.

He can only hope that the Hearthstone Witch and the human army here can suppress the dryads.

Ivita looked at the old witch. "How did she become so tall now? What is that white smoke?"

The hearthstone witch was looking down at the book of taboo, looking for an explanation of the current situation: "Your Majesty, she used her own blood and the flesh of the enemy to sacrifice the soul of the ancient tree at the same time. The tree spirit superstitiously believed that her Flesh and blood can appease the anger of the ancient trees and let the ancient trees reward them. Before humans entered the Ambrose Plain, the children of the forest lived in the forest, and they seemed unable to distinguish the difference between gods and humans."

"During that period, as long as there were some powerful alien beasts and alien species, they would be worshiped as gods by the children of the forest."

"A mighty tree, an unusually powerful bear, or even just a strange natural phenomenon. These are treated as gods by them, and even the forest itself is a pagan god worshiped by all the children of the forest."

"The children of the forest used to call the ancient forest they lived in - the Great Sequoia Tree God."

Ivita thought that the redwood tree is indeed a very old tree.

But among the sparse trees on the Ambrose Plain, such redwood trees are rarely seen.

So the original Ambrose Plain was full of redwood trees, but because humans came to the Ambrose Plain, not only did the trees disappear, but even the types of trees changed?
The old witch continued: "But the arrival of human beings has also brought belief in the true god. Human beings collectively call the false 'gods' in these barbaric and primitive religious beliefs ancient souls."

The old witch froze for a moment when she saw the things behind the book. "During the war between the children of the forest and humans in the past, the children of the forest gradually accepted the definition of gods by humans."

"Because of the influence of humans, and because they lost to human civilization in terms of cultural influence at that time, there were some gaps in inheritance, so they also started to use the name [Ancient Soul] to call their gods."

"However [the Great Sequoia tree god] is said to be special, and the children of the forest insist that the tree god is a real god. It is written in this book that a fourth-level witch once ventured into the sacrifice of the forest children to the tree god at that time. She died shortly after she came back, and before she died, she told the human beings at that time, 'Don't worry about the big red tree god'."

"In short, this big sequoia tree god is still full of mysteries even now."

"Why did a fourth-level senior witch suddenly die? Before she died, she told everyone that there was no need to worry about the Great Sequoia Tree God. At that time, no one could explain clearly."

The old witch raised her head and glanced at the little giant in the form of the priestess, who was fighting an official knight. "The priest of the dryad should be pointing at the ancient tree."

"Then the white mist she sprinkled should be a spell to steal energy."

"The tree spirits superstitiously believe that there are three kinds of souls, one of which is the soul of energy [Hani]. They believe that the ancient soul tree mist summoned by the priests can take away human souls. But in fact it is just a spell to absorb human energy. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"These children of the forest are superstitious," said the old witch.

Ivita frowned, he found that the knights in the hall were actually at a disadvantage.

The physical fitness of these children of the forest far exceeds that of ordinary humans.

Under the white mist of the priestess, the human knights were actually suppressed.

Ivita said: "Didn't you say, Hearthstone Witch, that knights are the most powerful profession on the frontal battlefield? Why are they being suppressed by enemies who don't have an advantage in numbers now!"

"What can you do to solve the white mist?"

"Or deal with that priest."

The Hearthstone Witch shook her head and said, "There is no way to kill that priestess, nor can I solve the white mist. These white mist are not real mist, but the fog of soul. I haven't studied the field of soul. This book just says , the correct way to deal with a formal priest who has sacrificed his own flesh and blood—is to retreat."

Just escape?

Ivita raised his eyebrows. For the first time, he was quite dissatisfied with the author of this book, the ancestor of mankind.

Well said, it records the knowledge that allows human beings to win forever.

Seeing Ivita's displeasure, the old witch said, "Your Majesty, the profession of priest is not a normal profession that belongs to the human system."

"These priests seem to have power far beyond the enemy, but in fact they are just burning vitality and inviting ancient souls into their souls."

"So the book says that the best way is to retreat, because we don't need to entangle with a person who narrows the road, although the result of consuming vitality is to become extremely powerful."

"One more thing, the phenomenon of Ambrose's holy mountain wasteland will not suppress the strength of the priests."

The old witch turned her head and looked at the little giant who suppressed the three human knights and seven knight attendants and killed the priestess incarnation in all directions. "In Ambrose, it is the thousand-year-old fire that suppresses the power of the priests."

"But now it seems that the power of this priest has not dropped much at all."

"Is the Chitose Fire really about to go out?"

(End of this chapter)