Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 194 Primitive Altar?(1/5)

The crisp sound made Steven's heart jump suddenly.

Boom!

What was that sound?

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Was the thing he took out from the temple an egg?

But if it was enshrined in the temple... then what kind of egg would it be?

The fetus of a god?

Or an angel's egg?

In the past, he had heard many stories about the Misty Mountains.

Among all the legends, there was one of the oldest legends that said:

An ancient god was buried in the Misty Mountains, and one day he would return to the mortal world.

But because this legend was too old, few people had heard of it. He also found a few words in his great-grandfather's study.

At this moment, he felt as if he was holding a huge stone weighing more than a thousand pounds in his hands.

Steven's body trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to drop the package in his arms, nor did he dare to make any rash moves.

He stood silently in front of the wooden stake. After a long time, the package didn't make any sound again, and he felt a little relieved.

It was not until this time that he had the energy to observe the surroundings. He looked at the wooden stake in front of him.

There were obvious signs of artificial treatment on the wooden stake, and it should not have been long.

Is there someone living nearby?

This discovery made Steven feel a little relieved, because if there is someone, there is still hope of survival!

But Steven didn't dare to make a complete conclusion.

Because of the previous experience, their group only felt that they had spent two days in the Misty Mountains, but in fact they had spent a whole week.

In the mist, time is chaotic.

He was not sure whether someone had really handled it a few days ago, or whether it had been like this for a long time.

But in any case, such a discovery still gave him some hope in his heart.

He observed the lines on the stake and saw a bird-shaped pattern with flapping wings.

It was unclear what kind of bird it was, but the wings were stained with blood flowing from top to bottom, and the scarlet wings looked twisted and sacred.

"Is this the altar of a certain god?"

Steven observed the surrounding environment and had an idea in his mind.

Perhaps, this is a primitive altar dedicated to a certain god or spirit?

Although he was a ranger, he actually learned some druid skills when he was young.

He once traveled with a primitive sect druid who liked to have an intimate relationship with bear creatures for some things, and learned a lot of secret knowledge at that time.

In some ancient areas that have not been discovered by gods, there is a common belief in ancient shamanism or spirit worship.

Those primitive tribes would make such simple altars and offer sacrifices at special times.

And those who are worshipped generally accept or even require blood sacrifices.

Blood sacrifice, an ancient custom rejected by most of the gods today.

Blood sacrifices are mostly the bodies of prey, letting their blood soak the altar to please the gods.

It may also be the bodies of hostile tribes, using their death to satisfy the gods.

In recent years, even some evil gods have begun to no longer require blood sacrifices, and only the craziest and most primitive beings will accept blood sacrifices.

Such existence is extremely dangerous!

If you easily get in touch with them, the probability of death will be extremely high.

And do you want to try it now?

Steven hesitated, but in the end he did not act rashly.

Although the existence of this offering seems to be a bird spirit or god, the blood soaked on the other party's wings gave him some ominous premonition.

Although he is now desperate, he is still unwilling to have direct contact with this existence unless he is in a real desperate situation.

As a descendant of an adventurer, he has seen too many stories and cases of sudden death after rashly getting in touch with unknown existences when he was young.

He didn't want to become such a pitiful tragedy - although he was not much different from that tragedy at the moment.

"Think of other ways - if there is really no other choice later, try to contact him again."

While thinking about this, Steven suddenly felt a fierce sleepiness surge into his heart.

He had no time to resist, and he fainted directly, falling heavily on the scorched earth.

Boom.

The misty mountains under the blood moon were not quiet.

When the evil power was rising, various beings in the darkness were also ready to move, and came out of the hiding shadows.

They traveled through the mountains, fighting, wandering - looking for prey, or becoming prey for others.

But in a corner of the mist, a quiet pure land appeared.

Under the faint light emitted from the wooden stakes, no creature dared to approach this place, and the whole pure land seemed extremely quiet.

The injured middle-aged adventurer lay on the ground and fell asleep soundly, without arousing the curiosity of any existence.

After Steven fell unconscious, the package he held tightly in his arms trembled slightly, and the crisp sound that had disappeared reappeared.

Crack... Crack!

Steven had a very long dream.

In the dream, he kept looking for a way to escape from the Misty Mountains after waking up.

After the fog cleared, he began to look for a way to escape.

The first time, he set out eastward along the altar. He finally came to the sea, where he found enough food to satisfy his hunger.

But when Steven goes in any other direction, he will lose his way, eventually die inexplicably, and finally wake up in the pure land again.

He enters a never-ending cycle of dying and waking up.

Finally, after trying several times, he finally plucked up the courage and chipped a few sawdust off the wooden pile.

He tied sawdust and collected branches together and lit them on fire, then walked into the mist holding a torch.

That time, he was still lost, but he did not die inexplicably in the fog.

He walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally fell to the ground after the torch was extinguished, and woke up in the pure land again.

After that, Steven tried countless times and walked into the fog with a torch.

Until one time-----he heard the sound of flapping wings coming from the mist at the moment when the torch was extinguished.

He finally looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and saw a pair of shoes that looked particularly dazzling in the fog -——·

Scarlet wings!

But this time after his death, he did not continue to enter the cycle.

Steven woke up completely.

"What on earth was that dream?"

Steven was in a daze for a long time after waking up, and finally regained his composure.

Was it really just a dream?

After a moment of silence, he decided to verify it.

But just when he got up and prepared to head east to the seaside, he was stunned again.

The package in his arms... was gone.