Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Andre's heart was like an ocean ravaged by a violent storm, with turbulent waves and difficulty in calming down.

His heart was beating violently, and every beat felt like a sledgehammer hitting his chest, as if it would break through his ribs and jump out of his chest at any moment.

His breathing became rapid and erratic, each inhale like inhaling fire, each exhale like releasing a cloud of anxious smoke.

His fingers were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning pale from excessive force, and his nails dug deep into his palms, leaving deep marks.

However, he did not feel any pain at all, his entire attention was occupied by an intense feeling of anxiety.

His originally calm eyes now became unusually bright, as if there was a fire burning in them, the flames jumping in his eyes, flashing with eager light.

His brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which were particularly glaring in the dim light.

Finally, unable to contain his inner anxiety any longer, he suddenly turned his head, his movements swift and powerful, as if driven by an invisible force.

His gaze shot towards Zhang Yun in red like sharp arrows, filled with eagerness, expectation, and even a hint of questioning.

He was extremely anxious, his lips trembling slightly, and he seemed ready to blurt out at any moment: "Why don't you do it?"

Zhang Yun in red still maintained a low profile, standing quietly behind Andre, like a shadow, out of tune with the surrounding hustle and bustle.

His figure looked particularly mysterious in the dim light, and his red clothes glowed with a strange luster in the weak light, as if it was a battle robe stained with blood.

He was tall and straight, and even though he was standing in the shadows, he gave people a sense of majesty without even being angry.

He raised his head slightly, revealing a half-smile on his face. The smile was profound and calm, as if he had already seen through everything.

His eyes were deep and calm, like a bottomless lake, sparkling with wisdom.

He spoke quietly, his voice low and powerful, as if coming from deep within his chest, each word uttered with unquestionable calmness:

"Don't be impatient, kid! I said I'd save your sister, and I will! It's just that the time is not right yet!"

His voice echoed in Andre's ears, like a stream of cool spring water, slightly calming Andre's inner anxiety.

Andre's eyes trembled slightly. He seemed to feel a firm strength from the words of Zhang Yun in red, which made him believe that the mysterious man in red really had a way to rescue his sister.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the square under the Snake King statue became more and more fanatical.

The square was ablaze with flames, and the blazing bonfire illuminated the entire venue red. The flames swayed in the wind, as if the messenger of hell was dancing with a long whip of fire.

A group of black-robed priests formed a huge circle. Their figures looked particularly hideous in the light of the fire, as if they were demons crawling out of the darkness.

They were dressed in black robes embroidered with strange runes. Those runes flickered in the firelight, as if they were given life and could fly out of the robes at any time.

The priests raised their hands high, the muscles on their arms bulging slightly under their robes, showing their great strength.

They were muttering to themselves, making a low and shrill chant, which was like a spell coming from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

There was a fanatical look on their faces, and their eyes flashed with worship of an unknown power, as if they were completely immersed in this sacrifice.

As the priests' chants grew louder, their dancing became more frantic.

Their bodies twisted as if driven by some invisible force, and every movement was filled with worship of the unknown power.

Their footsteps were heavy and powerful, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts, making a "dong dong" sound.

Their arms waved and their robes fluttered in the wind, as if a group of black ghosts were dancing.

There was a distorted expression on their faces and their lips trembled slightly, as if they were telling some unspeakable secret.

Afterwards, the corpses of the beasts dragged by the priests were placed one by one in a deep trough under the statue.

The bodies of these beasts had long lost their vitality, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and their bodies were stiff and cold.

However, their existence added a bit of bloodiness and horror to the sacrifice.

The priests arranged the carcasses of the beasts neatly, as if preparing for a grand banquet.

The daggers in their hands flashed coldly in the firelight. With their skillful movements, the beast's body was cut open, and blood flowed out and gathered in the deep groove.

The color of the blood appeared particularly bright under the firelight, as if it were flowing flames.

The smell of blood filled the air, mixed with the sweat of the priests and the smoke from the bonfire, making people feel nauseous.

The priests seemed to be completely immersed in this bloody atmosphere. There was an excitement on their faces and a desire for blood in their eyes.

Their movements became faster and faster, as if they were racing against time to complete the sacrifice as quickly as possible.

At this moment, a strange scene occurred. As the blood flowed, a blood-colored pattern began to climb on the snake king statue.

Those lines spread rapidly across the surface of the statue like awakened snakes, covering the entire statue in an instant.

They seem to have their own lives, winding and twisting, as if looking for some target.

The color of the lines became darker and darker, as if stained with blood. They flashed with a strange light on the surface of the statue, which made people shudder.

The lines eventually converge into the statue's eyes.

The statue's eyes were originally two cold stones, but now they seemed to be injected with life.

In an instant, the statue's eyes lit up with a bright light, and the light was like two burning fireballs, piercing the darkness and illuminating the entire square.

There was a cold and majestic aura in the light, as if a messenger from hell was observing the world.

Then, the statue's eyelids slowly lifted, revealing deep and cold pupils.

At this moment, it seemed as if time had frozen and everyone held their breath, as if afraid of disturbing this sacred moment.

The statue opened its eyes!

It came alive!

It roared towards the sky, and the sound was like a mountain collapsing and the earth shaking, making the whole earth tremble.

There was an endless majesty and power in the voice, as if a god from ancient times was announcing his return.

A powerful divine power emanated from the statue.

In an instant, countless people from the Barbarian Snake Tribe knelt down one after another.

Their movements were in perfect unison, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Their faces showed fanatical and pious expressions, and their eyes flashed with awe and worship of the gods.

They shouted loudly:

"The God has come! The great God has come!!!" The voices came like waves, echoing throughout the tribe, deafening.

Their bodies were pressed tightly against the ground, as if they were being pressed down by an invisible force.

Their foreheads touched the ground, making a "dong dong" sound, as if they were expressing their respect to the gods in this way.

There was a kind of fanatical joy in their voices, as if the advent of the gods was the greatest honor in their lives.

The entire tribe fell into a frenzied atmosphere, as if everyone was infected by this powerful force.

In the square, the atmosphere was tense and eerie. The flames flickered in the wind, dyeing everything around with a bloody glow.

The statue of the Snake King seemed to be awakened by some ancient and powerful force. Its eyes flashed with a cold and evil light, as if it could see through the fragility of all life.

The huge body of the statue cast a shadow in the moonlight, like a dark mountain, oppressing everyone's heart.

At this moment, the statue that came to life slowly opened its huge mouth.

The huge mouth was as deep as the abyss, dark and terrifying, as if it could swallow all life.

The statue's lips moved slightly, and a low, hoarse sound came out.

Its teeth were as sharp as knives, flashing with a cold light, making people shudder. The statue's huge mouth opened wider and wider, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world.

Afterwards, a group of black-clad priests slowly walked into the mouth of the "lucky one" chosen by the tribe to worship the gods.

These "lucky ones" are actually the most tragic sacrifices. Their eyes are filled with fear and despair, and their bodies tremble involuntarily.

Their hands were tightly bound with thick hemp ropes, which caused veins on their wrists to bulge and blood to seep out from the cracks in their wrists.

Their faces were covered with tears, and the tears flickered faintly in the firelight.

The black-robed priests wore black robes embroidered with strange runes. These runes flickered in the firelight, as if they were cursed symbols.

There was a fanatical and cruel look on their faces, and their eyes flashed with a desire for power and faith.

The whips in their hands whipped the sacrifices from time to time, making a "snapping" sound, and each whip sound was accompanied by the screams of the sacrifices.

The priests escorted the sacrifices slowly towards the huge mouth of the statue. Their steps were firm and powerful, as if they were completing a sacred mission.

The sacrifices were pushed and stumbled towards the huge mouth.

Their bodies were shaking and their eyes were filled with fear of death.

One of the young sacrifices still had a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. He struggled and tried to break free from the restraints, but the black-clad priests' whips lashed his body mercilessly, making him unable to move.

His body was beaten to pieces and his clothes were stained with blood.

He let out a series of shrill screams, but the sound was drowned out by the noise around him.

The leaders of the Barbarian Snake Tribe, the chief and seven elders, as well as the white-robed leaders of the three major halls of the Snake King Temple, also walked in.

The chief was wearing a gorgeous robe inlaid with various gems and feathers, which made him look particularly noble.

In his hand he held a scepter, the top of which was inlaid with a huge snake-shaped gem that shone with an evil light.

The seven elders stood on both sides of the chief, with serious and mysterious expressions on their faces and their eyes flashing with awe of ancient traditions.

They wore robes embroidered with various runes and patterns, which glowed faintly in the firelight.

They each held a staff in their hands, which was flickering with a faint light, as if it contained powerful power.

The white-robed senior officials in the three main halls of the Snake King Temple appear even more mysterious.

They were dressed in white robes embroidered with golden snake patterns that shone brightly in the firelight.

There was an arrogant and indifferent expression on their faces, and their eyes flashed with worship of God.

They each held an ancient book in their hands, which was covered with dense runes.

The chief took the lead and walked towards the huge mouth of the statue. His steps were slow and solemn, as if he was completing a sacred ritual.