Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

"Gotcha! Delicious kid!"

In the maze, a secret cultist warmly invited a young lady to be a guest in his sacrificial circle.

This little girl was just a member of the choir who was assigned to the cathedral and was supposed to sing hymns at the end.

As a result, he was unlucky and the entire choir was involved.

They don't have much force, so they naturally become high-priced sacrifices in the eyes of the esoteric cultists.

The advantage of this type of sacrifice is that their beliefs and bodies are very pure, and they have no fighting power. They can be sacrificed directly as living sacrifices. They do not need to be beaten to death or half-dead before being sacrificed like the nobles.

This esoteric cultist and several other disciples of the same class had captured many children, and felt that instead of slowly sacrificing them one by one, it would be better to save a large group of them.

After catching a total of ten choir children, they spent another ten minutes setting up the venue.

The process of living sacrifice is complicated and requires setting up an altar.

For these professional believers, the placement of the altar is just like the second subject of the road test. They have long been well versed in it.

"Children..." Tantric followers showed eight yellowed teeth: "You should feel lucky. From today on, you will become part of the demigods and be led to the place of God. What an honor this is. .”

His eyes are bloodshot and crazy, fitting the stereotype.

As he spoke, he cut his wrist and sprinkled the blood on the altar, and the flowing magic lighted up with a bright red luster.

The secret cultist grinned: "Great, as long as I complete this wave of sacrifices, I will have a chance to become a priest!"

"Then you are awesome."

Suddenly, a sudden word came from behind him.

The Esoteric Cult believer turned around suddenly, grabbed the bone staff in his hand and pointed it at the visitor. He saw a young man with black hair sitting on the edge of the altar, curiously looking at the skull on the ground, with no trace of nervousness on his expression. .

"Who are you."

"I am Lin Bei."

"?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I'm just curious. Why do you want to build an altar? As long as the creatures died here, can't they be quickly sacrificed?" Bai Yu asked curiously.

The esoteric cultist looked back and forth at Bai Yu for a few times, and suddenly grinned: "It turns out we are colleagues... Why don't you even know this? Dead sacrifices can be sacrificed quickly, but it is better to contribute fresh sacrifices through the altar. Even dead sacrifices can be sacrificed through the altar, which is more efficient and more...loyal!"

Seeing that Bai Yu didn't look nervous at all, he regarded the other party as a kindred spirit, but he didn't let down his guard either.

Bai Yu asked again: "Is the altar universal?"

"Of course." The secret cultist said: "The demigods are not particular about the form of the altar, as long as they don't get the wrong object."

He raised his hand and pointed to a place on the altar: "As long as you put the token corresponding to the demigod, you can designate the target for sacrifice. This is something that all rookies know. You don't even know this. How is the test of faith and sacrifice? Passed?"

Bai Yu became interested: "So that's it, can you teach me?"

The secret cultist waved his hand generously: "Of course, let me do it!"

He was planning to sacrifice several little choir girls and demonstrate on the spot.

Bai Yu stopped him and said, "This is too difficult. Let's start with the easy one. I just have a sacrifice here... By the way, who is your sacrifice this time?"

"Of course it's a sore of pain," the secret cultist said proudly.

"That's it..." Bai Yu took out a bag and placed it in the center of the altar: "Just use this."

"Human skin bag?" The Pain Cultist said in surprise: "You are not good at sacrifice, but the harvest is good."

"Your luck is not bad." Bai Yu raised his hand: "Please start your performance."

"Hehehehe..." The pain cultist raised his hands, and the magic power started to work. He began to chant the eulogy for sacrifice: "Great pain sore, please accept my praise, your devout believers offer sacrifices to you, Offer the object of pain on the altar, and may the pain you inflict maintain our eternal joy."

While chanting, the pain cultists began to introduce the key points of sacrifice.

"The eulogy is not very important. What is important is that the tone must be sincere and the attitude must be correct."

"You can't enter the altar area, otherwise you might sacrifice yourself."

"Limit the scope, limit the objects. Sometimes demigods have bad eyesight, teeth and mouth, and they may eat other things on the altar randomly. If they eat the wrong thing, they will lose their temper, so be careful and be punished."

After he said several points in a row: "That's all the key points. Next, you can do the actual operation."

Bai Yu nodded: "Okay, let me do it."

He walked up and put down the second human skin bag on the altar, and at the same time changed the sacrifice object on the altar.

"Do you believe in the dissolution of flesh and bone?" the Pain Cultist asked.

"No." Bai Yu directly denied: "What does that mentally retarded person with a brain connected to his rectum have to believe in?"

"Then what are you sacrificing to it?"

"Trial and error." Bai Yu said.

The pain cultist hesitated to speak.

But Bai Yu had already begun to sacrifice, and his operation was very precise. With the sound of "Invite you to come quickly and have a banquet", there was a buzz, and the human skin bag disappeared. It was obvious that the sacrifice was completed.

The Painful Cultist said with satisfaction: "Just do it this time. You have completely mastered it. You just need to be more proficient."

"Then I'll be relieved." Bai Yu took out the third human skin bag, placed it on the altar, and changed the sacrifice object again.

The Cult of Pain feels something is wrong. Damn it, you built the altar yourself. How come you can use it more smoothly than me?

And how did this cultist get so many sacrifices?

He worked so hard to capture a few choir members as living sacrifices.

For a moment, the pain cultist felt a little unbalanced. He walked to the altar and said, "Let me check it. If your sacrifice is not up to standard and you anger the Dragon Mother..."

He tore open the human skin bag, and the next moment, clatter... what appeared in front of him made his eyes widen.

Huge heads piled on the altar.

The fangs are sharp, ferocious and terrifying, and you will never die in peace!

They are all the heads of the Dragon Priest.

The pain cultist took two steps back: "You, you, you -"

"What's wrong?" Bai Yu asked with a puzzled look, "Is there anything wrong with this sacrifice?"

The problem, the problem is huge!

He actually wants to sacrifice the descendants of Dragon Mother's followers to Dragon Mother!

This is simply like killing the other party's child and making claypot rice and sending it to the other party!

Just thinking about that scene made the Pain Cultist feel weak in his legs.

Holy shit... what kind of ultimate insult is this?

The Pain Cultist was stunned. He had been doing sacrifices for many years. He had tried sacrifices to the dead and alive many times, but it had never been so eye-opening.

Bai Yu smiled and said: "I just think that such a sacrifice will definitely bring surprises to the Dragon Mother!"

The face of the pain cultist was distorted and he was greatly shocked.

He actually felt a little bit of... admiration.

Are you the real pain cultist?

For a moment, this Tantric cultist who had worked conscientiously for more than ten years felt that he was not worthy of being called a Painful Cultist.

Although he knew how to torture and inflict pain to please the demigods, he asked himself that he could not make the demigods have a mask of pain on their faces.

Dare to inflict pain on a demigod, this is the ultimate torture, right?

But...if you really do it.

He was definitely going to die.

And I, who was in charge of setting up the altar, couldn’t run away.

Fortunately, it was stopped in advance.

fine……

Wiping away the cold sweat, the pain cultist was suddenly shocked. By the way, had this person just completed a sacrifice?

"Is the bag of human skin that you just sacrificed to have the bones and blood dissolved in it filled with the same thing?"

"Yes, they are all parts of the Hemolytic Cult." Bai Yu said with a smile.

"...How do you say bone hemolysis?"

"It sounds like it was very happy eating." Bai Yu said, "It's still chuckling."

"...Friends, no, brothers, no, family... Listen to my advice. The field of sacrifice is too deep for you to grasp. How can my little altar accommodate a big boss like you? You'd better find another one." Come on."

The pain cultivator's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his back was dripping with sweat.

Bai Yu smiled: "What's so uncertain about this? Haven't you already made a sacrifice?"

The pain cultist was stunned: "When will I?"

After saying that, he reacted.

When I gave a sacrifice demonstration for the first time, it seemed, probably, maybe, maybe... I used the human skin bag provided by this black-haired young man.

“!!!!!!”

The Painful Cultist's scalp went numb, and his voice became sharp: "What is the sacrifice you put up?"

"As you think." Bai Yu gave a thumbs up.

"Noooooooo——!"

The pain cultist covered his face, and his whole body was distorted into the abstract villain in "The Scream".

He just realized it now. The sacrifice just now was so smooth, but there was no feedback at all. Why didn't the boss pay the final payment?

After the sacrifice had just been completed, the Sore of Pain had not responded, given no reward, and made no movement at all, as if it was in a state of death.

It had probably just received the sacrifice, and was currently deep in thought regarding the sacrifice.

——Is my believer a fool, or does he think I am a fool?

It's down.

It’s both sides.

The pain cultists roared and begged.

"God, please hear my prayer!"

He wanted a chance to explain, but now the demigod was completely ignoring him.

'The pain sore doesn't want to talk to you, and even blocked you'

The Tantrics beat their hands on the ground.

"Damn it, how could this happen!"

"The demigod rejected my prayer, how can I offer a sacrifice now?"

"It's obviously not my fault!"

The esoteric cultist who was kicked out of the group chat was filled with grief and anger.

He muttered a few words, 'It's over, it's all over', and then looked at the innocent-looking black-haired young man with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"It's all you! It's all because of you!"

He let out a dry laugh, dropped his hands, grabbed the bone staff, and looked ferocious.

"I will kill you and use your death, blood and pain to wash away the dirt on my body and prove the purity of my faith!"

After becoming angry, the esoteric cultists decisively launched an attack.

Bai Yu secretly revealed his weapon and was forced to defend himself.

Three minutes later.

The altar once again lit up with a faint light.

Bai Yu took out the human skin bag and poured out a lot of bones of the undead.

He counted on his fingers and asked the little girls in the choir beside him: "Painful sores, bone and blood dissolution, dragon wombs... who else is there?"

The little girls in the choir were trembling with fear. The young man standing next to the altar who dared to play with demigods probably looked more terrifying than the esoteric cultists.

A little girl said weakly: "...the Lord of the Dead?"

"Yes, that's it."

Bai Yu clapped his hands, and the altar glowed with light. His smile was hearty and sunny: "Lord of the Dead, here comes the meal."