My avatar is a god

In a tribe, the most authoritative people are the high priest and the patriarch. During the sacrificial ceremony, the high priest has supreme authority, and even the patriarch must obey the arrangement and dare not neglect it.

The patriarch was scolded by the high priest, and his face was full of anger. However, he did not dare to get angry during the sacrificial ceremony, and could only obey orders. He called a subordinate and whispered a few words.

Not long after, a team of warriors came to the center of the open space with a group of people.

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Perhaps knowing the fate they are about to face, this group of people looked around in fear, their faces full of panic, just like a frightened flock of sheep.

These are all slaves in the tribe, with the lowest status, doing the hardest and heaviest work, and still can't fill their stomachs. Even if you are not careful, you may be killed.

These slaves are so thin that they are just skin and bones, and there is no spirit in their bodies.

The high priest is obviously very dissatisfied with such sacrifices. But in the current situation, there is no other choice except these slaves.

In the information obtained by Xu Xiao, in fact, when it comes to a critical moment, in order to quickly restore the power of the totem, it is very normal to sacrifice the tribe members of the tribe with blood. Pious believers will not say anything or hesitate to sacrifice their sons and daughters to worship the totem.

Xu Xiao is very disgusted with blood sacrifice.

In the primitive and barbaric era when Shinto was first established, there was a history of blood sacrifice. When the era of gods really matured, the cruel and bloody means of blood sacrifice were gradually abolished.

Blood sacrifice represents barbarism and ignorance, and gods who really have a little pursuit will avoid it as much as possible.

Using livestock for blood sacrifice is fine, but using intelligent creatures such as living people for blood sacrifice is a taboo in Shintoism.

The righteous gods will never accept such things as blood sacrifices of living people. Only those evil gods who are eager for quick success and greedy for power will do such things as blood sacrifices of living people.

Although such things as blood sacrifices of living people can temporarily enhance the power of gods, the special power and unique spirituality of living people will be absorbed by gods, which is greatly beneficial to the gods themselves. However, in the long run, the power and even the nature of gods will be seriously polluted. If the pollution is not effectively controlled, the gods will completely degenerate, fall into the devil, and become evil demons when the situation is serious.

Therefore, during the heyday of Shintoism, such things as blood sacrifices of living people were absolutely strictly prohibited. If a god dared to secretly sacrifice blood to a living person, he would definitely become the public enemy of the gods and be attacked by other gods.

The bloody smell that Xu Xiao first sensed came from the totem worshipped by this tribe. This statue was entangled with countless resentments and a strong bloody smell. Obviously, this tribe had held a blood sacrifice before to worship the totem.

At this time, under the order of the high priest, several warriors raised their swords and prepared to kill these slaves in public and hold a blood sacrifice.

Xu Xiao could no longer stand by and watch. After all, he was also a Shinto practitioner. It was unacceptable to perform a blood sacrifice under his nose.

Xu Xiao roared, and the thunderous roar spread to the camp below. Not only were the horses and other livestock in the camp overly frightened, they ran around in fear. Even those warriors who had been on the battlefield for a long time lost their minds under the roar, and their brains were blank.

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Not long after the roar reached the camp, Xu Xiao fell from the sky like an eagle swooping down on a chick.

Xu Xiao was not a soft-hearted saint. Since both sides were already enemies, there was no need to worry about hurting innocent people. Moreover, the tribesmen on the Tuli Prairie were barbaric, cruel and bloodthirsty. Even the ignorant women and children were not good people. When Xu Xiao thought of the killing of civilians in the Daluo Kingdom by these tribes, he could not suppress his anger.

An invisible Qi fell from the sky and spread in all directions after landing on the ground. Wherever this Qi passed, everyone was cut in half. Even those brave totem warriors and priests who were proficient in many strange secrets could not stop it at all, and they also died on the spot under this Qi.

When the Qi spread to the side of the statue, a bloody light appeared around the statue's body, which completely offset the power of the Qi.

At the same time, the statue suddenly came to life and turned into a living middle-aged warrior.

The face of the middle-aged warrior was full of frost and perseverance. He glared at Xu Xiao who fell from the sky, pulled out a gleaming scimitar, and took the initiative to meet him, without any intention of retreating.

This statue, as a totem worshipped by the tribe for decades, originally came from the first warrior of this small tribe at that time.

This first warrior fought for the tribe all his life and made countless contributions. His reputation and achievements are not only well-known and admired by the people in the tribe, but also widely circulated among the neighboring tribes.

After dying in a battle to protect the tribe, this first warrior was transformed into an ancestral spirit because of some inexplicable power. After the tribe members worshipped him day and night, the power of the ancestral spirit gradually increased. In a later battle, the totem worshipped by the tribe fell in the battle. The ancestral spirit transformed by this first warrior naturally became the new totem of the tribe.

After becoming a totem, this first warrior still fought to protect the tribe and tried to protect the tribe members as he did in his lifetime.

In the eyes of outsiders, the totem, which is extremely cruel and inhumane, is the greatest patron saint of this tribe, protecting the entire tribe from surviving on the dangerous Tuli grassland.

Because this totem is the incarnation of the ancestor spirit, he was the first warrior in the tribe when he was alive. So this totem treats the tribe members as fiercely and harshly as other totems. Many times, he is also willing to better protect the tribe members and will not easily ignore the life and death of the tribe members.

Totems with such qualities are rare in the entire Tuli grassland.

It is also because this is a small tribe, there are not enough living people for regular blood sacrifices, and this totem was born not long ago. So the nature of this totem has not been completely polluted by the power of blood sacrifice.

Of course, if this continues, as time goes by and the number of blood sacrifices increases, this totem will eventually completely lose its human memory and emotions, becoming a cold, ruthless, and superior existence.

The gleaming scimitar, like a streak of silk, was wrapped in a sharp wind, sweeping towards Xu Xiao's body mercilessly with the force of a whirlwind.