Yang Cheng stared blankly at the group of guys, wondering whether his luck was good or bad.
The good thing is that I have only just arrived in this world and have already come into contact with the gods of this world.
Unfortunately, he is about to face a 'god' and doesn't know if his trump cards can withstand it.
He'd stumbled upon a cult's hideout, and he just happened to be the thousandth person there. Clearly, there was some connection. What was he to do next? A sacrifice?
Before Yang Cheng could react, a person dressed in a golden robe walked to the high platform in the center of the house. Behind him was an extremely tall bookshelf, densely filled with books.
This place really is a library, but whether the books inside are legitimate or not is another question.
A magic circle slowly rose from the high platform. A middle-aged man in a golden robe stood in front of the magic circle with his arms outstretched, chanting an unknown incantation. Countless spiritual radiances gathered in the magic circle in front of him.
"Lord of Eternity, Holder of Truth, Great Deity of the Deep Space, Heathervellar, your followers greet your arrival with their blood!"
As Count Nat finished speaking, all the believers present took out silver daggers and plunged them into their chests, blood trickling out and seeping into the magic circle.
The strangest thing is that some people have pierced their own chests and are bleeding almost to death, but they are still not dead. Instead, they are staring at the altar with fanaticism.
As the blood of the crowd flowed, a terrifying, grotesque figure gradually emerged from the altar.
The believers around Yang Cheng also plunged daggers into their chests, including the young man who had brought Yang Cheng to the library earlier.
The people around Yang Cheng surrounded him like corpses, staring at him with gloomy, deathly eyes.
"You should offer your blood to the Goddess of Truth and welcome her arrival."
Yang Cheng looked at these 'things' around him. Their blood had been drained and their life force had completely dissipated, but they were still alive and conscious. Heaven knows what kind of thing gave them this power.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Cheng flashed a bright smile and said, "Welcome, my ass!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless sharp, blood-red sword energies surged from Yang Cheng's body, instantly shredding all the undead into a mass of minced meat.
Baron Nat's expression changed instantly on the platform: "A superhuman!?"
The summoning of Heather, the goddess of truth, requires the blood of thousands of believers.
Baron Nat had already gathered over a thousand followers for his Truth Society, but today, an accident occurred during the gathering of one of the followers.
He crashed into a nobleman's carriage and was beaten to death, so he couldn't attend the gathering, which resulted in a temporary shortage of one person.
However, the formation to summon the God of Truth requires exactly one thousand people; not even one less will suffice.
To ensure secrecy, Count Nat had converted all his slaves and servants into believers. Since he truly couldn't find anyone else, he had no choice but to temporarily recruit or trick someone into doing so.
Unexpectedly, the person who was brought in at the last minute turned out to be a superhuman!
"Damn it!"
Count Nat cursed under his breath, then pulled out a dagger and plunged it deep into his own heart!
Although sacrificing one's blood for the God of Truth may temporarily cost one's life, upon the arrival of the deity, the high priest will attain eternal life!
As Count Nat's blood seeped into the formation, the terrifying figure gradually became clear, and an ancient and savage aura descended.
The creature within the formation was over ten meters long, with a body resembling a snake, but covered in hard armor like an insect. It had eight pairs of segmented limbs like insects on its sides and a pair of wings resembling bats.
What's most terrifying is the other person's head.
Hanging from its slender body is a gigantic head, seven or eight meters in size, covered with hundreds or thousands of eyes. Inside its enormous mouth are layers upon layers of teeth, but covered with pitch-black tentacles.
Yang Cheng remained silent for a moment.
It's not because this thing is so powerful, but because it looks... disgusting.
Although the thing in front of him was hailed as the God of Truth, Yang Cheng didn't really feel much of the oppressive aura it generated after its arrival.
To be precise, although the aura emanating from the other party was ancient, it did not give Yang Cheng the slightest sense of oppression.
"You lowly worm, offer your blood and life, and prepare to welcome the arrival of the great Heatherville!"
The God of Truth opened his mouth and uttered a series of strange syllables, but strangely enough, they were automatically converted into a language that Yang Cheng could understand.
Yang Cheng responded that this thing was a huge surge of bloodthirsty sword energy rising into the sky!
A dense array of blood-red sword energy roared out, its power instantly widening the eyes of everyone in Heatherville.
"An Old One!? No! The aura around you is wrong!"
The ancient Scroll Clan? No, that can't be! The Scroll Clan couldn't possibly possess such power!
Heatherville's thousands of eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, but they were all torn apart by the sword energy.
The blood-red sword energy struck Heatherville, producing a series of clanging explosions.
Her body had an extremely tough carapace, like that of an insect, and even the Blood Fiend Sword Qi could only tear a crack in it.
Yang Cheng's blood aura almost solidified, and his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts shone brightly. With a sharp whistle, Yang Cheng's figure appeared in front of Heather Villa in an instant and thrust out with his spear!
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