Chapter 381 Kusuen
The red moon penetrated the gray fog, illuminating a hazy and strange feeling, and the Andes Mountains looked like dancing demons crawling on the ground.
In the valley, there is an open-air stone altar with a rough style.
The altar was huge, and the steps were lined with torches emitting green flames.
Inside the altar, there was a mountain of piled up corpses, including humans, beasts, monsters, and all kinds of creatures. This was the cultists performing a sacrificial ceremony.
The mighty sound of war drums resounded through the night sky, and countless cult members formed circles and performed wild and evil dances.
The exposed skin on these people's bodies and faces was painted with scarlet or pale oil paint, and their bodies were twisting wildly, making them look like ghosts.
The great witch doctor Somla Kent was worshipping the stone statue on the altar devoutly. Behind him, Soro Dia and Charles Lionheart were kneeling on one knee on the ground. They were the only remaining silver-level transcendents in the tribe.
This is a giant light gray tree with tumorous tentacles growing on it instead of leaves and branches, and a huge eye appears at the crown of the tree.
He sang loudly in the Hermetic language, his tone was fanatical and crazy: "Great Kusuun, you are the beginning and the end of all things, and all people live in your dreams.
Your people beg for your mercy. Grant us the strength to help the Kurud tribe exact their revenge. We will surely stain your crown with the blood of our enemies and dim the flames of the evil Hephaestus."
The giant stone tree statue seemed to have life, with a thin layer of mist spreading all around it. The mist grew thicker and thicker, covering the entire altar.
Seeing this, Somla sang the praises of Kusuan's greatness even more vigorously.
As the atmosphere on the scene became more heated, the flesh and blood in the altar began to melt and continued to decrease.
When the flesh and blood in the altar completely disappeared, a grand will descended, and a shadow that covered the sky and the sun appeared above the altar.
The gray fog was dispelled, but the gaps were blocked by shadows and still not a single ray of light fell.
The phantom looked similar to the stone statue standing on the altar. It was a giant tree that emitted an ominous scarlet light under the red moon.
Thousands of red lights gathered at the eyes at the treetops, and the tentacles danced wildly, not knowing whether it was out of joy or madness.
All the people who were dancing were lying on the ground, and the weak ordinary people and low-level extraordinary people couldn't help but tremble.
The majestic sound of war drums also stopped, and at this moment there was silence between heaven and earth without a single sound.
Three tentacles broke away from the shadows and landed on the altar. When the shadows landed, they turned into huge solid gray cocoons.
Red flames shot out from the huge eyes bathed in the red moon, covering the central area of the valley.
The red flames quickly penetrated into the body of the creature, and the veins on the recipient's body immediately popped up, the muscles swelled, and wild-like howls rang out one after another.
I don't know how long it took before this strange phenomenon slowly disappeared.
Somla, Solo and Charles also changed their appearance. Their bodies became much stronger and their skin turned light gray with a slight purple tint.
Long and thin whiskers grow on the lower jaw and cheeks. The surface of the whiskers is like rough tree bark, covered with various tumors.
They felt their own surging power and smiles appeared on their faces. Their power had broken through to the fifth level.
The three of them prostrated themselves on the ground and sang praises: "Great Kusuen, you are the beginning and the end of all things, and all people live in your dreams."
'Go, my people, and offer me the flesh and blood of Hephaestus' followers, and you will receive more.
This despicable evil god burned me with the law of fire, and he must pay the price for his stupid behavior.
If you fail again, you will sacrifice your own flesh and blood!'
The evil god transmitted his will to everyone in the valley, and as if he had used up all his energy, the shadow slowly dissipated.
The silent valley regained its noise, and many people shouted excitedly.
"Thank God, I have advanced to a Silver Warrior!"
"Praise my Lord, I have also advanced to Silver."
All those favored by Hong Yan leapt over one or two extraordinary levels, and people were in ecstasy.
"Quiet!"
When everyone quieted down, Somla shouted with full energy:
"Warriors of the Kurud tribe, the gods are very pleased with our sacrifices and have granted us great power. We will once again leave the Andes Mountains, take back the land our ancestors lost, and rebuild the glory of our tribe."
He raised the bone scepter high and shouted, "Ura!"
"Hurrah!"
A tsunami-like response echoed in the valley, with fanaticism on everyone's face.
The gods responded positively to the sacrifice, which had never happened before, indicating that the day of the gods' revival was getting closer.
Solo approached the altar, looked at the gray cocoon that was more than ten meters high, and said softly:
“I wonder what kind of followers these gods’ dream cocoons have shaped, and what level they can reach.”
Compared to the enthusiasm of ordinary people, he was happy but not relaxed. There was an extremely powerful person in the evil god's team who had a record of killing a fifth-level soul-eating jellyfish in seconds.
Somla said: "The gods heard our prayers and understood the difficulties we were facing. These three clans are at least at the fifth level.
My spiritual sense can sense a huge sense of oppression coming from the larger dream cocoon in the middle. I think it should be at the sixth level."
"Level six is good. I'll be relieved if I can really reach level six," Solo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He became a level five transcendent, which only narrowed the gap between him and the man with golden wings. If the two met, he still had no chance of winning.
"Well, only a sixth-level clan can meet our needs," Charles agreed. He was also afraid of someone in the enemy army.
Somla looked down from the altar and said with a smile:
“Although the enemy is strong, we are not weak either. You see, so many warriors have received the blessings of the gods. Our strength is even stronger than at our peak last year.
What we need to do now is to expand the flying team as much as possible before the coming of winter, and launch a surprise attack on the evil god's diocese in the early spring of next year.
The population there is dense, and if we offer sacrifices to the gods again, maybe we will get a few more sixth-level helpers.
By then, this land will surely prostrate itself at the feet of our Lord again."
Solo nodded, acknowledging the other party's words. He thought for a moment and asked, "Great Witch Doctor, how long will it take for the Dream Cocoon to breed my Lord's followers?"
"A fifth-level clan can be bred in three months, and a sixth-level clan should take half a year. However, we can hunt high-level monsters and use their blood to nourish the dream cocoon. This will speed up the breeding process and save about half the time."
Charles said, "Winter is coming in two months. I think we need to speed up the training of flying pets. If we advance slowly like last time, the enemy will definitely notice us. We must fight quickly and make sure the enemy cannot organize an effective resistance."
His plan was to take advantage of the time difference. By the time the enemy found out, the situation would have been settled.
Solo clapped his hands and said, "I agree. If a sixth-level divine spirit clan is born, I agree to do this. Send out elite troops to kill the enemy's masters and occupy a large city before they can react. Then we can hold the sacrificial ceremony."
With the support of a sixth-order extraordinary creature, he would still be confident in charging into battle.
Somla laughed and said, "This plan is feasible, but now we need you two to count how many high-level warriors we currently have."
"Yes, sir."
After the two responded, they walked down the altar together.
The morning sun dispelled the gray fog, but the Andes Mountains were still cold and gloomy. Somla looked at the statistical book in his hand and laughed out loud:
"With so many high-level fighters, the advantage is mine!"
On the book, there were several numbers written: 32 Silver Warriors, 316 Level 3 Bronze Warriors, and Great Warrior Solo also had a happy look on his face: "By the end of winter, the numbers will increase, at least the number of Bronze Warriors and Great Warriors will increase a bit."
Charles smiled and said, "I have even better news. Robert's younger brother, Marshall Lionheart, is extremely talented. After receiving the blessing of the gods, he has already touched the edge of the fifth level.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
After a few more months of practice, he will definitely be able to advance to level five. Then, the tribe will have another powerful general. "
“Bang!”
Somla clapped his hands heavily, smiling: "This is indeed good news, the Lionheart Family will prosper again!
Robert was once the tribe's greatest warrior, and his younger brother wants to inherit his legacy and add more chips to the tribe's glory."
Charles's face was a little gloomy: "I don't know if this is a good thing for Marshall. If he controls too much power early, his mentality will swell.
This child actually said that he wanted to avenge his brother and kill his enemy himself. The witch doctor should try to persuade him. "
Somla said gently, "I'll have a good chat with him when I get a chance."
Vistana City, Emerald Dream Cathedral.
Crown finished his visualization, summoned the golden wall and took a glance.
[Golden Light Mantra: 225476/500000; Level 5]
[Breath of Flame Dragon: 46996/240000; Level 2]
[Silver Dragon Roaring Moon: 109234/120000; Level 1]
He nodded slightly with a smile on his lips. He was satisfied with his progress. In more than half a month, his proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra would exceed 250,000 points, and he would be able to obtain additional Golden Light Dao Seeds.
By distributing the newly acquired Dao Seeds, the speed at which he acquires proficiency will be increased to a higher level. In this way, it will not be difficult to achieve the golden level of Stigmata.
Crown opened his eyes and asked, "How do you feel?"
Purinton could not suppress the joy in his eyes, and said excitedly: "When I visualize the bright moon shining on my body, I feel the most comfortable. In addition, I found that the source of my life began to change, and it also has a trace of the characteristics of the Golden Light Mantra.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I feel that the refined silver blood has also become different from before.”
His heart was filled with envy for Eliza. Marrying someone like her would allow her to gain much more help on the path to becoming a transcendent than anyone else.
After the matter of the Golden Light Dao Seed was exposed, more people in the family would apply to go to Hamers City. This unknown little city in the Farouk Kingdom might become a holy city famous throughout the continent.
"The Golden Light Mantra will slowly transform your body, and you will find more and more invisible benefits. Rest for a while, and then we will continue, striving to raise your visualization method to the highest level as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll go get a bottle of wine and we can have a couple of drinks."
Plimpton opened a bottle of emerald green wine, filled them both with water, and said:
"I wonder what they discuss in the meeting. It really makes me curious."
Arthur and Greno both attended the meeting. The participants were either the popes of various churches or the heads of the top families on the continent. It can be said that this was the highest-level meeting in the entire continent.
The two of them were not at a high enough level and were not invited.
Purinton was a little indignant, but Crown didn't care at all. Attending meetings was the most boring thing. It was more fulfilling to gain experience and improve proficiency.
"Sir, aren't you curious?"
Klauen took a sip of wine and said with a smile, “There’s nothing to be curious about. We are just discussing how to fight against the evil god together.
However, many kingdoms are not directly threatened by the evil god at present, so it is highly likely that no substantive cooperation methods will be discussed at this meeting."
There are a lot of grudges accumulated between the churches, and the threat from the evil god has not yet really formed, so he predicts that there will be no concrete results.
Purinton sighed helplessly and smiled bitterly:
"It is so sad that all the popes know that danger is approaching step by step, but they cannot come up with a plan that everyone can accept."
Crown remained silent and just drank the wine in the glass.
The matter involves too many aspects and requires coordinating the interests of all parties, which is indeed difficult to handle.
For example, in the current situation of the Kingdom of Sintland, the evil god's followers have broken through the defense line, and a large number of murlocs and deep divers have spread to other countries along the river network, but no one has been able to come up with a feasible plan.
If other churches send troops, the compensation for casualties is easy to solve, but how to make up for the lost soldiers? ! If the troops sent out for support suffer heavy losses, and their own country is threatened by the evil god, how will other churches deal with it?
The popes all have a calculation in their minds, and if it harms the interests of their own church but does not gain benefits elsewhere, they would rather do nothing.
It’s not that they don’t understand the principle of one’s own destiny, but as a qualified Pope they must choose to do so.
Unless everyone is pushed to the brink of the cliff, it will be possible to form a coalition like the last jihad.
Clown remembered what Rolf, who was in charge of receiving him when he first came to Vistana City, said. He was curious about what the new weapons developed by the Church of the God of Knowledge looked like, and wondered if they could increase their chances of winning against the evil god.
The fruit wine carries a breath of vigorous vitality. It is a fine wine brewed by the Church of the God of Life. It is the only one of its kind in the entire continent. It has a mellow and sweet taste and is an excellent product for restoring energy.
The two of them quickly finished a bottle of wine and continued to meditate.
As Crown visualized the silent glow of a full moon, the temperature in the room dropped and his mind became active.
Plimpton's body was very relaxed. This was the most comfortable stage for him. Every pore in his body was opened, greedily absorbing the power of the Taiyin Law from the outside world.
(End of this chapter)