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Chapter 470 Sacrifice
Isolation zone.

In an altar in a valley.

Bones, flesh, and an unknown evil.

These things were piled together to form a giant altar.

"No! No! Help me!"

A mouse yelled, but it made no sense.

The giant rat picked him up like a chick and threw him directly into the altar.

What followed was a scream.

Amidst violent screams, the rat disappeared.

It turned into another pool of blood on the altar.

Only then did I see that there were a large number of rats tied up around. They had injuries on their bodies, some had broken arms, and some were simply unable to walk.

The scars on their bodies were very fresh, as if they had only appeared not long ago.

The rats screamed and struggled frantically.

From their cries, it was clear that they had just been sent down from the battlefield and had been brought all the way here. Seeing their screaming compatriots turn into blood, they knew they had become part of the sacrifice.

Among the mice, there is no kindness towards their fellow humans, and no mercy towards the mice that fought bravely and were crippled.

Having lost their value, they undoubtedly became the best sacrifices.

"That's enough, that's enough, let's leave the rest for next time."

A mouse in a gray robe stood on the platform next to the altar, waving a bone staff in its hand and speaking.

"Now, go and bring up the real sacrifice."

The giant rats standing nearby listened to the order stupidly and soon brought the real sacrifice.

Snake people, minotaurs, humans.

These intelligent beings, wearing rags, with their hands and feet tied and faces numb, were pushed to the altar.

Looking at the evil altar in front of him, fear flashed in the depths of his pupils, but his body could not react.

They have been afraid for too long and have become numb.

In those fallen cities, in addition to those who escaped, died, and were eaten, there were naturally those who were captured alive.

"Get out of here, you lowly creatures! One day I will annihilate you all! Not a single one will remain!"

The intelligent life that was finally brought here roared and screamed, which was much better than those numb people.

This is an elf.

Obviously, it is very difficult even for mice to capture an elf alive, because the elves staying in the Lebian continent are very rare.

Each one is precious to the mice.

This is an elf man, his body covered with scars, and his once luxurious clothes have become tattered, but this still cannot stop him from constantly issuing threats.

For other short-lived species, it would be considered a long torture, but for him it was just a moment.

Such a short period of torture could not wear down his strong will.

"Shut him up."

The high priest said so.

Upon hearing this order, the giant rat that was pushing the elf punched it directly.

The elf was knocked to the ground on the spot.

This only resulted in even more angry curses from the elf, which became increasingly unpleasant to the ear.

During the period of imprisonment and torture, the elf's cursing became more and more severe.

"Idiot, I didn't ask you to do this!" The high priest cursed and shook his head helplessly.

He waved the bone staff in his hand, and the green energy directly bound the elf and sealed his mouth tightly.

No matter how the elf struggled, it was of no avail.

Those intelligent beings were bound and forced to kneel in a circle around the altar, while the elf struggled and was suspended above the pool of blood.

The sacrifice began.

In this chaotic area, the magic of chaos is so dense that it gathers easily.

An incomprehensible spell.

Screams rang out one after another, and the sacrifices kneeling around the altar turned into lines of blood and merged into the pool of blood.

At this time, among all the sacrifices, the only one still alive and in human form was the elf who was still struggling.

As the spell spread, the blood in the pool spread upward, wrapped around the elf and merged into its body.

The ceremony is complete.

The mice around watched quietly.

Look at which apostle of the evil god is coming.

That’s right, this descent ceremony is not targeted. Anyone of the four gods assisting them in heaven can send down their apostles.

As for who will come, it is up to them to decide among themselves. The mice only provide ritual sacrifices and do not get involved in anything else.

Before the storm completely arrived, the high priest quickly left with some rats.

"You guys stay here and guard well."

Some of the rat guards standing around nodded stupidly.

After a while, the blood in the blood pool had completely disappeared, forming a huge blood cocoon that wrapped around the elf.

A scarlet claw broke through and tore the blood cocoon into pieces.

A being with certain elf characteristics, but with veins all over its body like blood vessels, crawled out.

There are sharp claws on the feet, and the hands are covered with bone spurs, and the claws are as sharp as blades.

There were two winding blade horns on his head, and his face was covered in scarlet blood.

You can tell whose apostle he is just by looking at his appearance.

"Haha, the elf's body is so perfect!"

As soon as he came out he laughed heartily.

Then he floated in the air and looked at the mice around him. The mice stared at him blankly.

"Weak creature."

A bloody figure flashed by, and all the mice turned into piles of debris on the ground before they could react.

"I need strong, powerful blood, and exciting fighting!"

The demon from the abyss roared, turned into a blood shadow, and left the altar.

I don’t know how many days passed.

The ceremony venue was not cleaned and remained in its original location.

Several figures came here from outside the valley.

They were looking at and checking the information at the ceremony site.

"Another sacrificial ritual. The souls that dissipated here left no trace. Those who became sacrifices will never rest in peace."

A half-demon with female features spoke as he looked at his surroundings, the tentacles above his head flickering with light, as if communicating with the spirits around him.

Another man, his arms encased in thick shells, sniffed the air. "We'll never forget the scent of the abyss. This time, it's a demon."

This group of people naturally came here and began to track down the Night's Watch demon-hunting troops who were hunting demons for the apostles.

"Remember its smell, and once it appears within our hunting range, we will kill it.

The altar isn't very large, and the sacrifices are mostly rats. This demon can't be too powerful, otherwise we wouldn't have to get so close to discover the remaining traces here."

Videl said so.

(End of this chapter)