The Dragon That Devours the World

　　 Under the dark night sky, there was only a bright moon hanging high, spreading light toward the world, but under the brilliance, the dark red blood was sprinkled on the ground next to the altar full of bull corpses, which looked very strange.

The female prophet placed the heart of the tenth bull on the altar with a solemn expression. She kept chanting the complicated and obscure language in her mouth without stopping. As for the corpses of the bulls on the side, she never went again. Bother.

　　 Ten sturdy bulls, ten hearts that were taken out of the bull's body before death, ten wailing souls full of fear and despair...

　　 Blood Festival.

　　 There is no doubt that this is the method of sacrifice chosen by the prophet after rethinking.

Different from the sacrifices offered to gods and elves, they are the delicious and fatty meat and blood sacrifices. They are fear, despair, and cruelty. They are the living souls who struggle with sutras before leaving this world. curse.

　　 These twisted souls will be offered as sacrificial offerings to satisfy those tyrannical existences with special hobbies...

　　 But, can it succeed?

　　 At this point, even the prophet herself is not sure, but what will be the consequence of failure? She also didn't know.

　　 Looking at the dark night sky, the prophet stood in front of the blood-stained altar and opened her arms, as if she wanted to embrace some invisible existence.

　　 She slowly closed her eyes, and plunged her mind into deep tranquility, trying to feel the calls from within.

　　 "Listen, please listen to the call of the humble servant, your servant, I would like to offer you a sacrifice with a tortured soul..."

　　 The female prophet murmured.

　　 In front of her, the hearts of ten bulls were placed on the altar like this, but there was no movement.

　　Behind her, everyone was awed away from the location of the altar, afraid to take a step beyond the thunder pond, and no one dared to interfere with the female prophet's summoning ceremony.

　　Time just passed by little by little...

　　 However, there was no movement until the moon went down.

　　 The prophet opened her eyes and murmured.

"Failed."

　　……

Failed.

　　 The powerful existence that swallowed the sun did not respond to the call of the prophet, as if completely ignored the sacrifice.

　　Failed.

　　 The female prophet didn't expect this situation, but she didn't feel any frustration.

The probability of sacrifice is very high. It may be because the other party is not satisfied with the sacrifice, or it may be because the other party is not interested at all. Anything may exist. If the sacrifice fails, it is very common to perform the next sacrifice. thing.

　　 But in this sacrifice, the female prophet didn't feel even the slightest meaning of communication. She couldn't feel any breath of the other party. It was like an ant waving its tentacles desperately in front of humans, but the other party turned a blind eye.

　　 "Are the sacrifices not good enough."

　　 The female prophet who returned to the house was meditating. Beside her, the strong man and the leaders of several other nearby clans were sitting around the fire, waiting respectfully to listen to instructions.

　　 She muttered for a moment, then spoke.

　　 "Since the sacrifice of livestock cannot interest that existence, then let's try using slaves as sacrifices."

　　 Several clan leaders looked at each other, and then nodded.

　　……

　　 The tenth moon rises after the sun disappears.

There is no doubt that slaves are still very prevalent in the world at this moment. Even the daily life of the Norse people is to go out to sea to fish. By the way, they go out to sea to be pirates, looting people, and buying and selling slaves. So, if you want to talk about slaves, these clan leaders There is absolutely no shortage.

　　 However, it is not easy to gather slaves from nearby villages within a dozen miles. Besides, now that there is no sun, traveling has become even more troublesome, so that it took a few days to complete.

　　 However, no matter how difficult it is, the slaves are still there.

　　 "Kneel down!"

　　 Accompanied by the scolding of the North soldier with blue tattoos, the slave whose hands were tied backwards was kicked violently at the corner of his leg, and the unprepared slave knelt on the ground involuntarily.

　　And there are dozens of people kneeling in a row beside him, all of them naked, and they don't even have clothes to cover up or avoid the cold. In the long-term slave life, their bodies are all skinny.

　　 In front of them, the elderly prophet knelt down before the blood-stained altar, closed her eyes, and muttered in prayer.

After a long time, the female prophet stood up Shiran Shiran, turned around, glanced at the dozen or so slaves in front of her, and pointed at one of them at random, while the North Warrior behind the slaves was very concerned. Pick up this slave and then tie him to the altar.

　　 The dazed and ignorant slave tried to resist in a panic, but his thin body made him unable to resist the violent **** of the North Warriors.

"no no……"

　　 The slave's face was full of fear. He screamed, cried, struggling with his hands and feet, his hands bound by the ropes were even strangled with blood.

　　As a Northman, he certainly knew what the female prophet wanted to do, but because he knew it, he was so scared...

　　 But in front of him, whether it is a North warrior with blue tattoos all over, or an elderly female prophet, the face remains calm, as if accustomed to it.

　　 When the slave was tied back to the altar, the prophet pulled out her gold-encrusted knife, and then stood solemnly in front of the altar, the knife gently falling on the slave's naked back.

　　 The cold blade touched the slave's skin, causing him to breathe more and more rapidly, despair and fear filled his pupils.

　　 With his head down, he can't see the face of the prophet, but because of this, he can feel the coolness coming from his back more intensively.

　　 The female prophet began to mutter.

　　 "The eagle is sleeping in your body..."

　　The gold-encrusted knife began to outline on the slave's back, cutting through the slave's skin, and drawing a rough pattern on the slave's spine with blood oozing.

　　 Eagle claws, eagle heads...

　　 A lifelike eagle appeared, but it is strange that this eagle has no wings, only body, head and claws.

　　 "But the eagle is eager to fly..."

　　 The voice resembling a dream echoed in the slave's ear.

　　The slave's eyes became more and more desperate. He muttered something, as if there were still many regrets and regrets that could not be completed.

　　 The gold-encrusted knife was aimed at the slave's back, and then he cut it down hard!

　　 "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

　　 The wailing and screams of the slave spread all over the altar. The slave tried to struggle, but the extremely tight rope tied him unable to move.

　　 However, the female prophet did not care, but used a knife to cut the slave's back muscles raw, exposing the connection between the ribs and the spine.

　　 "It needs wings..."

The female prophet chanted slowly, and the gold-encrusted knife in her hand severed the connection between the ribs and the spine. This was naturally painful to the slave and almost impossible to call it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but she didn't care. Instead, he chanted slowly:

　　 "When the eagle breaks through the shackles..."

　　 reached out his hand, grabbed the rib, and then lifted it out!

　　 "Crack!"

　　 With a crisp sound, the ribs on the back were lifted directly.

　　One piece...

　　 two...

　　 three roots...

With the chanting of the prophet, almost all the ribs on the slave's back were lifted up with her hands and opened outwards, exposing the kidneys inside, but even so, the slave was not dead yet, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the ceremony. , The prophet would still splash salt water on him from time to time in the middle of the journey to prevent the sacrifice from passing out.

　　 However, the slave is still lingering at this moment, only the breath that comes out, there is no breath that comes in, he can only vaguely hear the gurgling sound from his throat.

　　 Above the altar, the dark blood stained the entire altar, making the whole ceremony full of blood and horror.

　　 "It will carry the soul of the sacrifice..."

　　, while chanting the sacrificial words, continued to lift the ribs, and when the last two ribs were lifted, the lungs also turned out.

　　 The vitality of the slave began to stop, and his eyes became dead and cold.

　　 On his back, the twenty-four ribs turned out, like unfolded wings, and the body of the eagle on the spine together form a weird blood eagle.

　　 "Fly to the far side..."

　　 Looking at the dead slave in front of her, and the blood eagle flying high on her back, the prophet prayed in a low tone.

　　 (PS: The "Blood Eagle Ceremony" in this chapter is derived from one of the sacrificial rituals of the ancient Vikings. If you are interested, you can check it out... If you really have such a heavy taste.)