Chapter 21: Good News, The Ceremony Went Very Well

Chapter 21: Good News, The Ceremony Went Very Well

Immediately after hearing what the cultist cleric had prayed for, Duncan stopped his move to cut off the soul projection and return to the Lost Country.

He looked at the masked cleric, who had just finished his fervent prayer, like a fool, and watched the knife in his hand, which looked as if it had been carved out of obsidian, being raised high, and he watched as the believers around the altar became excited one by one and chanted in unison the name of their “Lord”, the “Lord” who, in the legends, had fallen and been torn apart for many years, and who, in the words of a legend, was the “Lord”. The “true sun god” who had fallen and been torn apart in legend for many years.

They were to offer themselves as “sacrifices” to the sun god, specifically by offering the heart of the sacrifice.

Now Duncan finally understands where the tragic situation in the cave came from, and understands what these cultists’ crazy and sinful behavior is all about.

Then, he saw the masked cleric take a step towards himself, while a layer of pitch-black flames suddenly surfaced on the surface of the obsidian knife held aloft in the other’s hand.

This striking supernatural phenomenon instantly made Duncan curious, and he speculated whether the knife was also some kind of “abnormal” item, whether the magus in front of him was some kind of “special human being” who was able to harness extraordinary power, and whether such special human beings had a role in the civilized society of this world. How many humans there were in this world’s civilized society, and what kind of social roles they might play.

At the same time, he watched with an expressionless face as the knife burning with black flames stabbed down, piercing straight into his own chest and making a hollow muffled sound that pierced through several layers of rags.

The flame burned inside for a few moments, nothing.

Behind him, on the totem pole, there was a sudden, disturbing crackle from the burning fireball, which seemed to be interspersed with some kind of ripping, dizzying noise, and Duncan had a vague sense that something was coming out of the fireball, a cold, maddening “touch”, a sensation he could hardly describe, not only because it was a cold, maddening feeling, but also because it was a cold, maddening feeling. It was difficult to describe the sensation, not only because of the dulled senses of this temporary occupant, but also because it was beyond any of his previous perceptual experience – he knew only one thing, that in a world where transcendent phenomena actually existed, there was no doubt that the cleric’s sacrifice was in serious trouble.

The “symbolic sun” on the totem pole immediately attracted the attention of the nearest believers, accompanied by a few suppressed cries of alarm, the scene quickly quieted down from the frenzy, even the two black-robed men on either side of the deadly clamp Duncan’s arm, as if they were shocked by something, let go of their hands in fear, fearfully to the totem pole, kneeling down. Even the two black-robed men on either side of him, as if shocked by something, let go of their hands in fear and bowed down to the totem pole in awe, and the cleric with the obsidian knife froze in place, still holding the blade in his hand, but staring at the face of the “sacrifice” in front of him, and through the holes in the mask, Duncan could see a pair of eyes caught in a state of confusion and disarray.

Duncan tugged at the corners of his stiff mouth, finally squeezing out a wry smile, he slowly raised his right hand, resting on the cleric’s hand gripping the obsidian knife, and wisps of green flames flowed and seeped through like water, slowly wrapping around the knife.

Almost instantly, Duncan felt the “feedback” from the knife, but strangely enough, the feedback was weak and hollow, as if the knife was just some kind of shoddy imitation, with only a little bit of “borrowed power” in its hollow shell.

But to him, whether or not this knife is an imitation is not important.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled at the magus, saying nonchalantly, “I have to say two things.”

In the next instant, the Magus felt that the connection between himself and the obsidian knife was suddenly interfered with by some kind of external force, and the power of his abject and fervent faith in the Sun God was cut off as if it had crashed into an impenetrable 10,000-foot wall.

“First, I’m a broad-minded man – you see, it’s this broad.”

Duncan tore off the cloth that was already tattered and had been cut open by a small knife at this moment, a shockingly large hole was exposed, and through that terrifyingly large hole, the cleric who presided over the consecration ceremony could even clearly see the picture behind Duncan.

“Second, try to avoid offering your Lord expired food.”

Duncan gently pushed the cleric’s hand away, for some reason, after he had wrapped that obsidian knife with his green spiritual fire, the cleric in front of him even seemed to have lost most of his strength all of a sudden, so much so that Duncan’s weak and feeble limb strength nowadays was able to easily push the manly cleric out of the way.

And after being pushed away, that magus also seemed to have just reacted with a jolt, great panic and anger enveloped him, his muscles trembled, and he raised his hand to point at Duncan, as if he was going to restore order in the sacrificial arena with a loud shout, “An obscenity that has risen from the dead! This is a resurrected dead soul! You have desecrated this sacred ritual of sacrifice! What audacious necromancer is behind the filth …… you? Are you not afraid of the might from the sun?!” “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Duncan said casually as he glanced at the obsidian knife he held in his hand, feeling the faint feedback of power from it, and then immediately afterward, as he glanced up at the cleric before him, and listened to the crackling noise coming from the totem pole behind him, a bold and whimsical thought suddenly sprang to mind, and “But I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity.”

With that said, he suddenly raised the obsidian knife in his hand, and in full view of the surrounding group of black-robed believers still in a state of chaotic panic, he pointed at the masked magus and said in a loud voice:
“O supreme and holy Sun God! Please accept the sacrifice on this high platform! I offer You the heart of this sacrifice, and may You return it from blood and fire!”

In the next instant, he saw the flames on the obsidian knife rise violently, while the icy touch that escaped from the totem pole behind him all of a sudden tightened up and pointed towards the masked cleric not far away, and Duncan saw a sudden look of terror in the cleric’s eyes, who seemed to want to leave the high platform immediately, yet the knife was faster than he was-

The knife flew directly out of Duncan’s hand, it was pulled by some kind of invisible force, wrapped in burning black flames as well as vaguely entangled green flames, and pierced straight into the magistrate’s chest, and in the latter’s miserable scream, the cult leader’s chest was directly pierced through, and his heart was reduced to ashes in an instant.

In the next second, the knife returned to Duncan’s hand, and it was in this back and forth effort that the power contained within it seemed to have been completely drained.

It was known that there were two people within the sacrificial range of the cult’s altar, one of whom had a heart and one of whom didn’t, and that a certain evil god was going to have a taste of a human heart today high and low, asking – who would lose it?
It would have to be the one with the heart, of course.

But even if this logic is valid, the whole thing is still smoother than Duncan’s expectations, he did not expect his own brainstorming “try” actually work, until after watching the cult priest fall, he turned his head to look behind him has regained the calm of the totem a glance, tone oddly muttered: “As long as the words are right, whoever gives it to you can do it?”

Of course the fireball on the totem pole would not answer his question, but the cultists around the altar had obviously reacted at this time, and a huge panic was inevitable, but on top of the panic, there were even more fervent believers who erupted into anger, and this anger even exceeded the fear that they felt when the totem appeared to have a vision earlier!

A few cultists closest to the altar reacted first, they shouted the name of the Sun God and rushed towards Duncan, these boldest believers soon drove more people, a large group of black-robed people rushed up as if they had lost their minds, some even took out their short swords and daggers from underneath their black robes.

Duncan was going to yell “I’ll sacrifice the hearts of all the people on the altar to the Sun God” to try this weird evil god’s appetite, but when he saw that some of those rushing up cultists even took out revolvers from their arms, he immediately dismissed this idea, considering the time for the sacrifice ceremony to take effect and the fact that the ritual was to be carried out within seven paces. Considering the time for the sacrifice ritual to take effect and the law of “accurate and fast within seven steps”, he simply gave the middle finger to the cultists and cut off the soul’s projection state.

Let the crazies go on their merry way, he’s going back to the Lost Country.

Meanwhile, a rhythmic sound of footsteps rang out on the deck of the Lost Country ship in the vast, infinite sea.

Alice, a mannequin dressed in an ornate gothic gown, left her room and came to the door of the captain’s cabin.

The ornate wooden crate did not follow Ms. Doll this time, but was left inside her room.

The captain had said that she could move around as she pleased in the cabins on the level below decks, as well as walk around the decks, and if there was something she didn’t understand, she could come directly to the captain’s room to see him.

Alice remembered it well.

(Time for a book push! The first push of this book, from Little Taoist Under the Mountain’s “Salted Fish Emperor’s Son of the Great Ming Dynasty”, directly paste the synopsis:
The grandson of Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty, Kangning female emperor’s own son Zhu Yijing looked at his own proud self-satisfied big brother, know how to give and take the second brother, as well as the expressionless unable to see through the birth mother …… Well, it seems that there is no such thing as himself ah?
So, the young man peacefully put on the hat of the shame of the traveler, began to eat and wait for death salted fish life.

Until the arrival of a bowl of chicken soup.

“Ahaha! Here comes the chicken soup!”)
(End of chapter)