The world-devouring dragon

Hearing this, the crowd became commotion again, with countless whispers and whispers, and the fear and uneasiness about that terrible future was written on everyone's face.

The strong man at the head was stunned. Although he did not have enough wisdom to understand what kind of world they would usher in after the sun disappeared, the commotion of the past few days was enough for him to understand what a disaster the sun's disappearance would bring. A terrible thing, but what if the sun disappears forever...

He couldn't imagine it, and he didn't dare to imagine it.

"Then...we..."

He was nagging, not even knowing what to say.

The prophetess was silent. She, who usually seemed to know everything, now fell into a state of confusion and helplessness. However, after thinking for a long time, she seemed to have made a decision and said in a low tone.

"Sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

The prophetess glanced at the muscular man beside her. The leader of the nearby clan had confusion and confusion on his face, and she said in a low voice.

"Let us offer sacrifices to this powerful being. Use our cattle and sheep, our slaves, and all our wealth to beg for the mercy of this powerful being."

The muscular man pondered for a moment and said hesitantly.

"In this way...can we allow that being to return the sun to us..."

"have no idea."

The prophetess shook her head solemnly.

"But we have no other options."

The strong man thought for a long time, then nodded, and then bowed respectfully to the old woman. The other men and women followed closely and bowed to the old woman. Then the strong man stood up and pushed open the wooden door. , leading everyone to leave.

The prophetess silently watched the departure of everyone in front of her. No one knew what she was thinking in her heart.

It wasn't until everyone completely disappeared from her sight for a long time that she raised her head, looked at the night sky with the bright moon hanging high, and murmured.

"God Odin...this is all because of what happened."

…

The bright moon has set, but the sun still has not risen. The whole world has fallen into deep darkness. I don't know how many people have fallen into lamentation and sorrow.

After spending a torturous and long period of darkness, the eighth moon finally rose.

With the help of the weak moonlight, a large number of adult men and women had gathered next to the house of the prophetess. Many of them were still leading their own cows. In this late night, the cows mooed one after another, and they could not be quiet for a moment. , as lively as a market.

The strong man was holding a battle ax passed down from generation to generation in his hand, and was waiting outside the house of the prophetess with a solemn expression. Not long after, there was a creaking sound of wood rubbing against each other.

"squeak……"

Opening the door, the prophetess looked at the many men and women standing outside the door, the cows they were holding, and the strong man waiting outside. She said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you all ready?"

"Ready."

The muscular man said respectfully.

The female prophet nodded, then passed the strong man and went straight forward, while many men and women, including the strong man, followed closely behind.

She didn't stop until she reached an altar not far outside the mountain village, and everyone behind her also stopped, not daring to take a step too far.

The prophetess approached the altar. Under her gaze, this altar was made of a complete boulder. Only the top part was smoothed and could be used to hold things. The altar looked nothing special. However, the top part of the altar was The dried black blood stains seemed to warn people that this altar was not simple.

The prophetess took a deep breath, and then exhaled it for a long time, trying hard to suppress the uneasiness deep in her heart. Then she raised her hand and waved it behind her. Several people were already leading a bull. forward.

"Moo~"

Several strong Norse people held down the bull and tied it to the altar. Feeling the danger and uneasiness, the bull tried hard to struggle and resist, and made a mournful cry. However, the Norse people were obviously too strong. It was horrifying that no matter how hard the bull tried to struggle, it could not move at all in front of these Northmen. It could only be tied to the altar and forced to expose its oily and shiny abdominal fur.

The prophetess pressed her left hand on the exposed belly of the bull and stroked it gently to comfort the panicked bull. At the same time, she used her old and withered right hand to slowly pull out a finely crafted inlay from her waist. Gold knife.

"Here..."

Amidst the tinny sound of metal, under the shining of the moonlight, this extremely finely crafted gold-inlaid knife reflected a bit of cold light.

The prophetess was whispering something in a jerky and difficult-to-understand language. Her thin left hand was gently caressing the bull's belly, soothing the bull's panic. On the other side, the inlay held by her right hand was The golden knife had quietly approached the bull's heart.

The prophetess is very skilled in anatomy. She has performed similar sacrifices no less than a hundred times. She knows very well how to accurately get past the obstructive ribs and thin bones and directly hit the heart of a bull. She only needs one easy move. By striking it, she could make the bull leave this world with minimal pain.

But surprisingly...she didn't do that.

Her movements stopped.

The bull was lying on its side on the altar. It was originally struggling in panic, but now it gradually became quiet under the comfort of the prophetess, unaware that its death was approaching.

The old prophetess stared at the bull in front of her, her pupils dim and uncertain.

Killing a bull is easy, but performing a proper sacrifice is difficult...even dangerous.

In this era, all kinds of powerful monsters emerge in endlessly. In order to resist these monsters, the Norse people often use sacrifices to offer sacrifices to those monsters. If the monsters are satisfied after enjoying them, they will not disturb the village at will. .

If you are lucky, some monsters can even become the guardians of this village from now on, protecting the safety of this village until death.

And this is often the obligation of witches and prophetesses.

On the one hand, they communicate with gods and elves, and on the other hand, they preside over sacrifices and appease monsters. The status of these women is naturally not low, so that even if they have no fighting power, they are enough to control dozens of large and small creatures within a dozen miles nearby. The clan leaders of the village were also in awe of him.

However, if the sacrifice fails and the monster is not satisfied, it is often the result of the monster going crazy. At this time, it is the turn of the clan leader and the warriors to kill the monster.

There is no doubt that this sacrifice is extremely dangerous. If it fails... the consequences are unpredictable.

But even just a few days without the sun was enough for the clan to feel its dire consequences.

The cold, lightless, gradually becoming damp house, under the cover of darkness, the wild becomes more dangerous...

If no action is taken, the clan will be doomed, so even if she takes desperate measures, the prophetess can only grit her teeth and go on.

However, when things came to a close, the strong sense of pressure still made the experienced woman breathless.

"How on earth should we offer sacrifices..."

The prophetess' eyes were uncertain, and her hand holding the gold-encrusted knife hesitated.

…

"Moo~"

On the altar, the bull neighed uneasily. After panicking and realizing that it could not break free from the rope, the bull gradually gave up its resistance and calmed down a little. At this time, as it stared blankly, the woman The prophet held down the fur on its abdomen with his left hand, and held the gold-inlaid knife that shone with cold light in his right hand. He began to recite something in a low voice, and then, the wrist of his right hand...

Sudden force!

"Pfft!"

A sound of leather tearing suddenly sounded, and the bull's huge pupils were full of fear. The intense pain from its abdomen made it try to struggle crazily.

"Moo!!!"

It neighed crazily, its limbs tried desperately to struggle, and its body trembled crazily. However, the arm that usually seemed thin and withered was as hard as steel at this moment, holding the bull tightly, preventing it from moving at all.

The gold-encrusted knife did not stop after it was inserted into the bull's belly. Instead, it began to violently try to cut open the bull's belly. Its rough method was not at all like the clean and neat way of inserting into the heart during previous sacrifices. It only takes a few breaths for the bull to stop its movements, but it seems to be deliberately causing the bull to feel intense pain and torture.

The sharp blade was inserted deeply into the bull's body, and it was violently cut open all the way down from the bull's chest, gradually exposing various fresh internal organs wrapped under the soft fur, but even so, the vital parts were deliberately avoided. The bull is still not dead, but the strength of its struggle is rapidly weakening and disappearing.

And when the entire abdomen was almost completely cut open, the bull was left with only a barely lingering life. It exhaled less than it inhaled, and in the bull's eyes, which were as transparent as amber and as pure as amber, the breath of life was gradually coming out. fade away.

At this time, the chanting in the prophetess's mouth still did not stop. She kept chanting something in her mouth. She placed the gold-inlaid knife in her right hand on the side of the altar. Then, her two hands followed her open belly and moved towards Inside the bull.

There is no doubt that this kind of direct contact with the internal organs will naturally cause the bull extreme pain. However, at this moment, it can no longer make any resistance movements. Only the slight tremor is still there in the huge pupils that have not completely lost their vitality. It can show that the bull is not completely indifferent at the moment.

And when the prophetess finally touched what she wanted inside the bull, she simply pulled hard...

"Puch!!!"

Much more viscous plasma than when a bull was disemboweled spewed out, splattering the prophetess with bright red blood all over her body.

But it was only then that the bull's pupils completely froze, and there was deathly silence.

But the prophetess didn't care about this. She didn't care about the blood on her body at all. Instead, she took out her hands, which were stained with blood and internal organs fragments, from the belly of the bull. Then she knelt in front of the altar and put her hands in her hands. The object he is holding is raised high towards the sky.

Under the moonlight spread by the moon, a still beating heart was covered with a layer of silver, which looked particularly eye-catching and unspeakably evil.

The prophetess's face was full of solemnity, and she was still reciting the strange and obscure words in her mouth:

"A powerful and wise being, humble mortals are here to offer sacrifices to you..."