You call this a shield?

Hearing Sheld's sudden inquiry, Stick's footsteps were slightly stagnant: "Do you want to say that this is Zuman's temple?"

"What? Is there a problem?"

"Zuman is the totem of the badger people's belief, a tall and strong badger man, or the badger god?" Stike frowned and said, "They think that Zuman is the god of war and rules the God Realm, but other races I think it's just something they imagined."

"Why do you say that?"

"Their king is the high priest. According to their high priest, Zuman needs them to fight non-stop, kill other races, and then sacrifice to Zuman. This is also one of the excuses for their badgers to burn, kill and plunder. One, so it's not a secret."

"Even Death, the most negative guy among the recorded gods, has no such outrageous requirements. Gods have no good or evil, and they don't need the lives of other races to sacrifice."

"Do you need a group of ants to sacrifice something? No, because you can't hear the sound of ants at all, and even the ants crawled on your feet. You may let it go, you may crush it, or let it fly Get up, grab it and do something, but you never say to an ant 'Go kill some other bugs and sacrifice them to me'."

It makes sense, but Sheld disagrees, because Almi brought his ant back to life, and gave this ant a mission to save the ant world...

And, is Reaper the opposite?Come on, how cool is Reaper playing drums at home!

But, then again, the god Almi has never left any traces or myths and legends in this world. Even Zuman, who is not a god, can know it, but he doesn't know "Ah Lemi" who is.

Is Almi really a god?

Sheld was taken aback by the sudden thought that came to him.

"So, if this is Zuman's temple, then we should see some unpleasant things next."

"for example?"

"for example……"

In the words, several people had already descended to the bottom floor, and a stone gate with a height of two people blocked the way of everyone. Stike walked to one of the gates, pushed it lightly twice, and then waved at Neveu who was following behind. wave.

"Come here, you push over there."

"Come on, one, two, three...!"

"Crack clack..."

The heavy stone door was slowly pushed open, and Sheld, who was watching the play behind, was dazzled by a strong smell of blood, and almost lost his breath.

"For example...a pool of blood?"

Sticker muttered and completed the half-sentence.

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Volume 213 Rising Storms: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Blood Pond Remnant Soul

Sheld, throw up.

Killing, Sheld didn't vomit, the monster was dried into meat, Sheld didn't vomit, but the pool of blood in front of him made him vomit.

This is not the discomfort that the eyes transmit to the brain and then brings about psychologically, but physiologically.

Calmness is calmness, psychological calmness does not affect the direct resistance of the body, to use an inappropriate analogy, chocolate-flavored snow.

Most people can't accept it psychologically, but Shield can eat it expressionlessly after excluding these.

But if it was really snow, Shield's taste buds were stimulated, it would still be Pain Mask. ,

Another example, even if this buff makes Sheld see the most exciting things, he doesn't have that kind of worldly desire in his heart, so that he can't do it in daily life, but it can't eliminate the physiological reaction that a man should have every morning.

Because that has nothing to do with mood.

The pungent and foul smell of blood made Sheld's stomach twitch.

Even Stike, who was experienced in many battles compared to Shield, couldn't help covering her mouth and retching—she didn't eat much today.

As for Neveu, it was unexpectedly not affected much.

However, considering that Neveu's acceptance of all kinds of flavors is very high, and she can try to eat even disgusting exotic dishes, Shield is not surprised.

"Isn't this thing going to dry up?"

After finally recovering, and his nose getting used to the smell, Sheld asked weakly while clutching his abdomen.

If I had known earlier, I would not have eaten so much before.

Shield groaned.

"Maybe something is protecting it..."

Steve didn't vomit much, so apart from her complexion, she was fine. She straightened her back, as if trying to cover up her gaffe just now, and walked slowly towards the door with her staff.

"This may be the place where Zuman is sacrificed."

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why there is such a large pool of blood here, hundreds of people?Thousands of people? , or even tens of thousands?

Sheld followed behind, and the closer he got to the pool of blood, the colder he felt in his heart.

gloomy.

Regardless of the fact that a human body has 3000% to 5000% water, in fact, blood is about [-]ml to [-]ml.

Maybe the races in the other world have other stronger races with more blood...

When looking at the pool of blood again, Sheld seemed to see countless vengeful spirits howling in the pool. Scenes emerged in Sheld's mind—many naked people of all races were tied up here, their necks pressed On the edge of the pool of blood, the grinning badger man dropped the butcher's knife in his hand, and then watched them struggling in the bloodletting, convulsing, and then dying, even the skin became shriveled, wrinkled, pale and weak, and looked like Squeeze the edge a few times like a sponge, and it's done.

This is a slaughterhouse.

In the next second, Shield found that the badger man was walking towards him.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Sheld only felt a pain in the face, which was extremely hot, while Stike in front of him was still in the posture of slapping his hands.

The Goddess' BUFF can calm my mind, but it seems that I can't hold the illusion?Shield quickly realized that he had fallen into some kind of hallucination just now.

"You can really do it..."

"After all, Neveu looked forward and backward and couldn't do anything."

Shield: "..."

That's probably not what he meant.

"You seem to have fallen into some kind of hallucination just now, but this hallucination is not offensive. It should be caused by too many remnants of souls that cannot be freed."

"I just saw...the past?" Sheld was not sure, because he did see the Badgers, as well as those persecuted races: "Wait, you said there is no aggressiveness? Then you wake me up so rudely ?”

"Of course you have to keep yourself from getting into it. When I say aggressive, I mean that it doesn't destroy your mind like a storm."

Stike turned his head and squinted: "But it doesn't mean that this matter is harmless."

"It's like us soul warlocks can obtain some fragments of information from remnants of souls, but we are active and you are passive. When too many remnants of souls gather in a place, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Leaked from the gap between the two realms."

"And a layman like you passively accepts this information for too long, and it is very likely that the consciousness will be trapped in it and cannot come out."

"Then... what will happen if you don't come out?"

Sheld asked cautiously.

"Can't you come out?" Stike chuckled: "If you can't come out, you will keep repeating that episode until you become an idiot after being tortured, these dying souls will not have such good memories. "

Having said that, Shield immediately felt his face no longer hurt.

If he didn't want to show his face, he would have already started to stick out his thumb and say "good fight".

Then, I saw Stike raised her hand high, only to hear her softly shout: "Soul guide!"

A large number of light clusters emerged in mid-air, they first slowly wandered in the air like fish swimming in water, and then as if encountering a vortex on the bottom of the sea, a large number of light clusters instantly rotated towards the center—Steko’s raised palm close in.

"many!"

Neveu opened his mouth wide and watched the remnant souls pouring towards Stick, and Sheld couldn't help asking, "Is it possible?"

"What can't be done?"

Stick raised his hand, and seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

"With so many remnant souls, will you not be able to grasp them?"

"It's just a group of remnant souls that no one cares about. Although it will make some weak-willed guys fall into hallucinations, it won't bother me."

weak willed...

Are we weak-willed!

Sheld felt that he needed to have a good talk with Stiker in the future, his will was as firm as a rock!Goddess can testify!

This scene lasted for several minutes, until Shield's breathing began to thicken, his chest began to rise and fall violently, and his arms began to shake, the remnant souls in the entire room were gathered.

"Here...how many people died..."

If each remnant soul represents a murdered race, then Shield fully understands the feelings of all races to exterminate the Badgers.

This is blood feud!

The real "blood sea" vengeance!

Sheld looked at the pool of blood again, and the wave of dislike blasted from Stike, making his hair messy. In an instant, the whole space flashed like the light of day, marking the remnant soul coming from this place. The world is completely liberated.

"Either live or die. All things can only be in a normal order if they operate under the rules of the God of Death and the Goddess of Life. Therefore, no matter how messy God is, it will be within the rules."

Just like the soul stone can revive a dying person, but a dead person cannot.

Stike sighed and came to the pool of blood, standing beside Sheld.

"And Zuman, who blatantly violated this point, is definitely not a real god. I want to see what kind of tricks the guy who blatantly blasphemed the rules of the God of Death and the Goddess of Life is playing."

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Volume 214 Rising Storms: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Misunderstanding

"Are you their believer?"

Shield looked at Stick, who was filled with righteous indignation, and asked curiously.

"No, the psychics are only followers of the forest goddess."

"But you look angry."

Stick shook his head and said: "My anger has nothing to do with God, but the other party is blaspheming the soul. The remnants here are not only because of the gathering of resentment, because no matter how resentful the remnant soul is, it will gradually fade away as time goes by. The resentment was finally discovered by the god of death and brought into his hands."

"And the remnant souls here are completely isolated. A force is preventing them from being freed. Otherwise, why do you think there are so many remnant souls here?"

Sheld was speechless, he was not very good at comforting people, and, in this environment, if he hadn't been influenced by the goddess, he might have sighed and become angry.

This has nothing to do with any enmity between the other party and himself, but this kind of thing is contrary to Sheld's three views. As long as he is a person with normal three views, he will not turn a blind eye to a massacre.

What's more, Shield experienced the hallucination just now.

I saw that Sti could lightly tap the blood pool twice with the end of his wand, and ripples rippled from the touched position.

"It looks like it's not blood?"

Stike frowned, and continued: "But the smell is not fake..."

"investigation."

Shield looked at the pool of blood and threw a survey.

Blood is definitely not something like red pigment. Even if Shelder's biology is not good, he knows this. It's not like he hasn't had blood drawn before.

Nosebleeds used to be much thicker than this thing looked.

"Refining blood, soaking the Sanquis stone in blood for a long time, another liquid that gradually changes from blood, drinking this liquid for a long time will affect people's mind, make people addicted, and make people feel angry Time to enter the state of blood madness, the state of blood madness can make people tireless, aggressive, and stronger."

"drink……?"

Sheld was a little numb.

This thing to drink?Is it really like drinking blood?The Badgers are so delicious, Sheld can think of the story behind this thing with his toes - the High Priest of the Badgers will claim that this pool of blood was blessed by their god, Zuman after being sacrificed .

Then, after letting those badgers drink it, they became strong and fearless of death.

Badger people who don't know the truth after drinking it only feel that they want to drink it after drinking it. They become powerful because of this so-called "refined blood", and regard the pursuit of "refined blood" as a desire for power...

In fact, it is the high priest of the Badger people who is using this disgusting method to make stimulants, hallucinogens, or addictive ones, to maintain his status and make himself the spokesperson of the "God" and the giver of power.

It is not an exaggeration to give the high priest of the Badger people the titles of "Breaking Bad" and "cult leader".

Although Sheld didn't see it with his own eyes, the influence of various film and television literature works in his previous life was enough for him to come up with such a "reasonable" script.

"This thing is refining blood, I wonder if you have heard of it?"