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With his palms covering the surface of the steps outside the altar, Zhu felt a cold and rough feeling.

Just as he thought, this row of stairs was not completely vertical. It had a certain inclination angle, and at least the front half of the foot could vaguely step on part of it.

The sound of the drums became louder and louder in the ears, and the rumbling sound seemed to be beating on the heart, making people feel uncontrollably in a trance.

Zhu Jue climbed halfway up and discovered that the patterns surrounding the altar seemed a little different. Before, they showed an obscure dark blue color in the night, but after the drums and the bonfire were lit, the surface of these patterns became darker. As if being burned by flames, a special luster began to appear.

Pata~ Pata~

Swipe and pull~~~

Raindrops fell on Zhu Jue's hands, the top of his head, and everywhere around him as far as the eye could see.

It was just a few drops at first, then the rain increased in just a few seconds.

This heavy rain came very suddenly. In the depths of the forest watered by the rain, the darkness was not washed away, but instead became deeper.

When Zhu Jue climbed up to the altar more than 20 meters high, there was thunder, and a bolt of lightning fell in the forest deeper in the mountain. He subconsciously turned his gaze to that place. With the flash of light, he seemed to see We came across some swaying black objects, but because they were fleeting, we couldn’t examine them carefully.

Return your gaze to the top platform of the altar in front of you.

The people who came up before had already finished setting up here. Several people were gathered around the bonfire and were putting some foul-smelling black sticky stuff into it. Zhu Jue frowned and took a few more looks, but he still couldn't tell what it was. what.

Zhu Jue stood on the edge of a pillar, standing with several other men in black robes who were watching like him. His eyes were looking at the tops of the surrounding metasequoia trees that were level with the top of the altar.

The man in black robe put the bamboo basket on the altar and took out a wooden stick about half a man's height from somewhere, with a goat's skull the size of a fist carved on it.

His right hand was holding the middle part of the wooden stick, pointing diagonally at the night sky, and his left hand was making a dragging motion.

The hood was blown back by the wind, revealing the head shrouded underneath.

"He seems to be a strong man."

Zhu Jue looked at the bare "braised egg" with no hair at all and covered with black spells, and his vigilance towards the guy in front of him suddenly became much higher.

After maintaining this posture for about ten seconds, the man began to chant a spell that Zhu Jue could not understand.

For a moment, the sound of wind, rain, thunder, the harsh sound of rain pouring on the strange bonfire were mixed together with the chanting of the man in front of him. Zhu Jue looked at the people next to him and seemed to hear some kind of natural sound. The guy who was immersed in it could only reluctantly follow them and put on a happy expression.

The bald man holding a POSE suddenly stopped singing, put the wooden stick in his hand on the table, and impatiently opened the black cloth covering the bamboo basket. Zhu Jue's eyes narrowed and he watched him put his hand directly in. In the bamboo basket.

A dozen slender tentacles like locusts touched his palm, and then a dark, squirming and changing life form appeared in his hand, and was finally lifted above his head.

Blood suddenly overflowed from where the tentacles were resting, and the amount of bleeding was huge. It must be that the man's arteries had been cut by those tentacles, but he had maintained his original posture, seemingly unaware of the changes in his body.

A drop of blood was wrapped in the wind and rain and blew onto Zhu Jue's left cheek. The pungent smell of blood made him frown subconsciously. The face where the blood was stained twisted for a while. The scavenger easily removed the eyeless blood drop. Swallowed it clean.

Naturally, the wind and rain could not just blow away this drop of blood. In fact, Zhu Jue's sight soon appeared several lines of blood floating deep into the jungle.

There was a line of blood smeared on the goat's head on top of the altar, and a red light suddenly lit up in the dark blue eyes.

A line of blood fell on the body of a cultist next to him. He lifted up his black robe and sucked hard as if he had received some kind of gift. He felt sick at the sight.

There was also a line of blood that crossed the altar and the surrounding metasequoia trees, riding on the wind and rain and drifting farther into the darkness.

There was something black in a hollow somewhere in the jungle.

It's not a tree, it's a big, black thing. It's just squatting there, as if waiting for something. Its rope-like arms are squirming and stretching. When it touches the blood line in the wind and rain, it seems to be sniffing. The hunting dogs smelled the smell of blood, and the vultures smelled the carrion, and their actions became more intense.

That thing that appeared in the woods, a black, sticky, tree-like thing with many ropes, climbed up from the depression, and used its hooves and mouth and snake-like arms to crawl on the ground. Climbed up squirmingly.

What~~~

A special sound echoed throughout the valley at this moment.

The sound of a goat?

Zhu Jue looked up in confusion and looked in the direction of the sound. There, there was a huge black shadow approaching!

The few men in black robes beside them were trembling like chaff, not because of fear, but because of incomparable excitement.

The man in black robe holding the black ball of flesh in front continued his singing after hearing the voice. This time, the tone was longer, like the long-winded tone that people often use when calling their pets.

Zhu Jue's eyes had long been focused on that black figure, and he finally understood why the altar was built so tall. Because the guy's size was a bit exaggerated!

The nearly 15-meter-tall body looked like a huge mass, with an unknown number of black whip-like tentacles of varying lengths growing on the mass. There was also a huge mouth around the mass, not just one, but one. It is surrounding the entire mass on all sides, and green mucus is constantly dripping from it.

Under its body, there are also huge hooves, which it can use to stand on its own. The outline of its body is like a tree: its stubby feet are the trunk, and the body covered with tentacles is the crown. From its body, It gave off a stench as if a grave had been dug.

Zhu Jue watched in silence as this huge monster he had never seen before crushed the metasequoia trees one after another, walked out of the darkness to the clearing in the forest, and finally stopped next to the altar.

The tips of the thick tentacles could already touch the edge of the top of the altar, constantly swinging in front of them.

The buzzing in my mind hasn't stopped since just now.

The strong warning of danger made him realize that the guy in front of him was absolutely different from any mental pollution monster he had ever seen. Even the furbolg that had appeared in his mind several times could not be compared to it, whether in terms of size or other aspects. !

At a certain moment, Zhu Jue even had the idea of ​​continuing to pretend to be a cultist and spend the night peacefully, but he was quickly rejected by himself.

Now that this special source of mental pollution monster has appeared in front of him, there is no reason for him to just watch this disgusting guy enjoy his sacrifice calmly and then leave.