Super Floating City

Galo continent.

The dark black clouds announced that a storm was coming, and at this time in the gathering place of the Wind Serpent clan, thousands of natives beside the cluster of bonfires were reveling. They look short and seem to be uncivilized savages. Their skin tends to be brown and black, and their heads are much larger than ordinary people. These natives are painted with tattoos on their bodies and dance and roar around the campfire one after another. Their dance is very wild, it seems that the whole person is crazy in the twisting of the limbs, and it is even more horrifying that some dancers wearing feathers gradually turn their eyes white during the dance, and then use the native language to not Stop telling something.

at this time.

The natives next to him would bow down to the dancer who had his eyes twitching and twitching, with a special meaning in his mouth.

"Shamanism."

"It's a group of stupid guys!..." A pair of eyes watched all this silently in the dark.

In the early days when most civilizations were born, shamanism was the mainstream religion of intelligent creatures, because the existence of ‘spirit’ is closely related to human beings, and it is the most mysterious knowledge to communicate with. However, with the progress of civilization, shamanism will gradually withdraw from history, and only some relatively backward regions will maintain the tradition of shamanism.

Wizards generally despise shamans.

Because they think that shamans are a group of half-hanger casters who blindly worship spirits in order to obtain more powerful power, Stephen himself has no such idea, but shamans who did not enter the interstellar age are indeed a bit pitted. Among all types of shaman priests, the elemental shaman is the one with the greatest potential and the strongest strength, while the voodoo shaman is the most bizarre and vicious.

Stephen hates bugs.

So the sect he hated the most was definitely the'voodoo sect' in the first place.

The shamanism of the Turen tribe has existed for thousands of years. It is strange that their civilization has always stayed in the primitive society. It seems that the brain structure of these Turen is not enough. There is no way to advance the civilization. During these thousands of years, the Turen tribe has produced many kinds of shamanic doctrines, and even there have been strong earth doctrines. At that time, the Tuman tribe's land shaman was very powerful, and there were even signs of further evolution of civilization into a kingdom. But in the end, the appearance of the Blood Snake God destroyed all this. He brought the voodoo sect to the Turen tribe, and completely destroyed the shamanistic inheritance of the ancestral doctrine.

The voodoo sect began to flourish among the Turen tribes. They learned how to raise poisonous beasts and beasts. The curse of poisoning is a good hand. No one has ever studied the elemental meaning.

There was a cry of hula.

The ceremony within the entire tribe entered the climax, and under the **** of a group of indigenous warriors, a team of captives was sent to a dark red altar in the center.

Most of these captives are natives, captured by the Wind Snake clan's expedition to other native tribes, and some of them are humans. They may be caravans attacked by natives. When the captives were sent to the altar, an old witch exuding a dark atmosphere came out of a huge tent. Her body was less than one meter and two feet tall, and she wore a huge one on ten fingers A gem ring, with a peculiar bone staff in his hand, many small pockets on his body, and no idea of ​​what was in it. The old witch brought out some bottles and tins, and after a few minutes she smirked and lifted a piece of powder towards the captives, then motioned the native warriors to untie their ropes.

Jingle bells.

Dozens of swords were thrown onto the altar.

There was a cruel smile on the old witch's face, a strange spell was opened in his mouth, and then a very tiny bug flew out.

Roar!

Among the captives, an adult man suddenly roared with a distorted expression. He rushed towards the sword on the ground, and after picking it up, he stabs at a person next to him, directly piercing the other person’s heart, and then he violently Waving his sword behind, he instantly cut off the head of a native.

Blood spewing!

The local people who watched from all around shouted like a climax, and their expressions rose up like crazy.

"The ceremony of the blood sacrifice has changed again."

"The number of sacrifices has also increased. The last time was one hundred and twenty people, this time it has exceeded three hundred people." A pair of eyes in the dark stared at all this with frowns.

The crazy killing on the altar continues.

Suddenly these captives were fighting against each other like crazy. They died very quickly, but only ten or eight people were left in ten minutes. These people are obviously good fighters. They rushed towards each other like a beast, and then left the last one in the process of changing from injury to injury.

The old witch looked at the last captive with satisfaction. After reading a spell, he stiffened like a puppet.

She took a black pill out of her body pocket and motioned to the servant next to feed it to the prisoner's mouth, and then motioned to others to **** him down. At this time, the whole altar was already a pile of broken limbs and broken arms, and blood flowed along the stone trough of the altar, forming a weird sacrifice circle~www.novelmtl.com~Haka! "

"Blood Snake God-Haka!!!"

Thousands of natives bowed down to the altar continually, accompanied by a thick **** breath, the blood all over the altar seemed to boil into blood-red smoke, and these blood-red smoke gathered above the altar Formed, then a dark red phantom feather ghost appeared in front of him.

He opened his mouth towards the entire altar!

A lot of essence of blood and flesh was drawn by him, and if there was any soul ghost shadow, it was swallowed by the blood snake **** directly, as if it was a very satisfactory sacrifice this time, the blood snake **** spread his wings and spread a piece Blood-red mist, which was scattered into the surroundings and was inhaled into the body by the natives, and all of them suddenly howled like a doping. But more mist was shrouded in those shamans, some of them showed obvious signs of strength improvement, and the old witch's old face covered with dense wrinkles seemed to become a little younger.

"Blood Snake God has already begun to give back to the believer's blood sacrifice."

"Following this progress, he will soon be able to grant divine magic!..."

"He is about to be officially sealed!"

In this short period of half a year, there are more and more tribes of Turen who serve the Blood Snake God again, and the scale of holding blood sacrifices is getting larger and larger. At first, the Blood Snake God was just a hazy phantom, but now he can Give believers strength and longevity. In less than six months, the number of shamans in the Turen tribe she has observed has more than doubled, which means that the power of the blood snake **** has become stronger and stronger.

"The lord must be notified!" The figure in the darkness gradually went away.

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