Chapter 26: Spare Sacrifice Sakri once again felt the icefield...
Sakeli once again felt the coldness and desolation of the ice field, the barrenness with no grass growing, and the illusion of being frozen to the point of fever in the extremely low temperature.
Shanju had promised her that he would arrive after the ceremony started.
They haven't arrived yet. If Sakeri takes action now, it will only increase the difficulty of rescue.
But what if they can't come at all?
She finally chose to believe them.
Sakeli endured the stiffness of his limbs and slowed thinking caused by the low temperature.
Ever since she acquired that strange ability, her endurance in the face of these illusionary cages has increased a lot, otherwise she would not have been able to finish those few sentences in front of the shop owner last time.
Perhaps his eyes were gradually frozen and had problems. Sakeli felt his vision was dim and he could hardly see the sunlight.
...Or is it that the sun is about to set completely?
But at this moment, a bright red light splashed out in the field of vision.
The thick liquid splashed on the faces of the people around and on the ground, blurring the lines of the secret pattern formation.
Sakerui suddenly felt the pressure relieved a lot, and she looked up.
This guy who started killing people as soon as he arrived was not from the Secret Mark Society or the rebels, but from the Tower itself.
She tried to decipher the secret pattern on the cloak, thinking uncertainly that it looked like that officer.
Is he going to betray the Tower too?
In the space of a breath, chaos broke out at the top of the tower. Almost all those standing there were attendees of the tower's decree, the true upper echelons of the tower, the unquestionable pinnacle of power and authority.
But at the same time, they haven't encountered such a dilemma in a long, long time.
The sacrifice that took decades to cultivate was determined to defect.
The fighting monster created by his own hands turned against him at this moment, with its blade facing inward.
Some people shouted in a cowardly manner, while others tried to calmly negotiate with the witch hunter despite the blood splattered on them.
But Sakori didn't listen to what they said at all.
The high priest remained standing where he was, neither looking at her nor watching this absurd farce.
Heavy footsteps were heard, and this time the person coming up was really an acquaintance.
Lin held the scimitar, which was still dripping with blood, and they looked at each other from a distance.
Sakerui felt uneasy for no reason.
Could this ceremony, which had been prepared in the tower for decades and this sacrifice that had been planned since she was born, really be destroyed so easily?
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It was difficult for Lin to say what kind of scene she saw.
In the distance was a dark sky, and nearby was a magnificent secret pattern formation, with Sakeri standing in the center.
She probably didn't even realize that her face was also stained with blood, and when her expression was blank she looked very different from usual.
Mixed with a bit of inexplicable...worry?
It is obvious that killing the person in charge of the node can prevent the formation from continuing to operate.
Moreover, the president also provided assistance remotely, rendering the short-term emergency measures of the formation ineffective, and aiming to completely destroy this node the moment the person in charge died.
What is Sakori worried about?
Lin stepped over several bodies and walked towards the center.
A person who looked very high in status was standing not far from Sakori. He seemed to be a priest.
Shanju was still at the back with others, responsible for defending against being surrounded, otherwise he could ask him if this man was the high priest.
"Don't come over here—"
Sakori suddenly realized something and yelled at Lin to leave.
Lin took a few steps back.
The high priestess still stood there, the shadow of death looming over her, and the witch hunter was already heading here.
But she didn't move, standing in the sunset like a sculpture.
Sakori finally realized this—
It’s not that the high priestess didn’t want to move, but she had long been unable to move and simply couldn’t move.
A little moon shadow peeked out from behind the fiery clouds.
I don’t know when it started, but the sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind settled in the air, and even the air seemed to freeze.
Solidified into a piece of amber that envelops everyone, time also becomes a tangible existence, hovering around all living beings.
Sakori raised her head little by little and saw the high priest standing opposite her.
Her godmother.
That is the true core of the tower, a backup plan that has been prepared for nearly a hundred years.
She was also a sacrifice, a guarantee if the Sakori sacrifice failed.
The gods will come no matter what.
The high priestess finally moved. When no one else could move, she walked slowly and leisurely.
At the same time, sadness surged into Sakeri's heart.
She hadn't had the chance to complain to her, "Why didn't you come to see me for the past hundred years?", or talk about the stupid things she had done when she was very young, or her mother's failed plan...
Now none of that is possible.
The godmother who turned a blind eye to her, indulged her silently, pretended to be strict but provided information in a roundabout way, will never come back.
The god walked towards her.
Above the ice field, strong winds rushed over, carrying fine snow and ice chips.
Sakeli could no longer bear such pressure, and his reason and brain sank down under the glacier.
She fell to the ground.
The destroyed secret pattern formation is no longer functioning, but a part of the self-contained cycle is still running, maintaining its useless function and struggling on the edge of survival.
The book fell from her arms, its hard spine hitting the ground, and the dull sound briefly awakened her consciousness.
Previously, when they were in the cage, Sakori had discussed this issue with Shanju.
Maybe it was the influence of the environment, such as the reflection of God on the opposite side, but she and Shanju were actually more inclined to her own reasons.
Now, it's time to verify this conjecture.
The sacrifice breathed heavily, like a fish thrown onto the shore, frantically absorbing the surrounding air, struggling in vain with a painful expression.
Sakeri picked up the weapon on the ground. Coincidentally, it was the only short knife she knew how to use, which was similar to a dagger.
She looked more distressed than the person she was about to attack.
While everyone stood there like specimens, Sakori stood up shakily, gripping the blade tightly in his hand.
She swung her blade at the god.
The blade reflected the moon, so the knife also looked like a crescent moon.
Gods do not bleed, but the bodies that once belonged to humans in which they reside do.
The body of the person pierced by the blade was bleeding profusely, and the blood fountain seemed to have no end. Her expression did not show any pain at all.
Sakori looked like he was about to cry.
Her guess was correct, as she had sacrificed her only relative.
The book moved without wind, and a corner was slowly opened.
Only those who have the courage to swing a knife at God are qualified to open this book.
*
Li An finished carving the last small stone sculpture hanging between the branches.
It was a lizard with a stiff body.
After carving without sleep for so many days, she finally felt a little sleepy.
Li An put down the carving knife, turned around and walked upstairs.
She was ready to rest.
As for the statue with the unfinished trunk part, let's leave it alone for now.
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