War Paradise

Chapter 894: Living Sacrifice

Perhaps it is because of curiosity about the unknown age shrouded in the mist, or simply tired of the life in modern society. Whether at home or abroad, many people have a keen interest in the life of the ancients.

——Taoist who slays demons and demons, knights who walk in Rivers and Lakes, knights who believe in light, mage who destroys the world… People’s imagination of ancient times is also extremely rich. Even if you know that there should be no dragons or demons in ancient times, it is not a bad thing to imagine the chic life of the past.

Until today in 2035, works of all kinds of travel or time travel are still very popular content. Among them, the theme of returning to ancient times occupies the overwhelming majority. In brain imaging games, there are also many such works.

However, while fantasizing about returning to ancient times to show off their talents, many people seem to ignore the hidden dangers in their favorite feudal era:

At that time, the concept of “human rights” did not exist, and the laws and systems were not perfect.

Many contradictions hidden in modern times were much sharper in that era. Even the royal family or the rich may suddenly encounter unexpected events. If the traversers unfortunately descend on civilians, the situation will be even worse:

For those in power, civilians are almost the objects that can be slaughtered at will. The reasons for killing civilians are also varied, ranging from funerals to sacrifices.

If he was born in a dark age, even if he abides by the law all his life and does not have any rebellious heart, he may die miserably.

——Now, a young farmer named Colva is approaching the end of his life.

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“Let go of me… let me go!”

The young man in coarse cloth screamed hoarsely, trying to break free from the big hands that bound his arms, but the hands holding own were like iron tongs, no matter how hard they were, there was no sign of letting go.

“Help me! Help!”

Colva, who was still a little childish on his face, kept howling at passersby standing on the side of the street. The pedestrians on the side of the road didn’t mean to move at all. They just stood on the spot with an expression of awe, watching Corva being dragged away by two strong men.

——They will not act. You already knew it, didn’t you?

In fact, Colva is also very clear that own calling for help is just a waste of energy.

Just a month ago, he was also one of the passers-by, standing by the road watching a girl, and being taken away in the same way.

Of course he knew that there was only one dead end for the people who were taken away. but……

——It shouldn’t be like this, it’s too unfair. I am only twenty years old, and there is clearly a long way to go. Now it is going to be a sacrifice, this is really…

Corva’s thoughts turned into a mess, his body continued to struggle mechanically, until he was dragged onto the wasteland outside the city, he finally saw the scene before him again:

He is standing on a execution ground.

This wasteland was supposed to be brown mud, stained completely black by blood plasma, a few headless corpses fell not far away, and many dead bones that had been left for so many years were half buried in the mud.

The rancid smell filled the air, and several vultures were constantly hovering over the execution ground, waiting for the coming food.

A human-shaped stone sculpture stands 20 meters away in front of him. The dark gray “skin” looks wrinkled, like a dehydrated corpse.

Although the appearance is somewhat similar to that of a human being, the unusually thin limbs and the bones exposed at the waist clearly show that this statue is not describing the image of a human being. It’s something else.

As for what this statue symbolizes, everyone in this country can’t be more clear:

“The God of Mephistopheles…”

Corva muttered to himself, uttering the name of the god.

The two strong men who grabbed his arm let go, and Corva’s body slipped weakly and fell into the mud that exuded a strong bloody breath. Suddenly, gray metal boots appeared in front of him.

Colva cowered and raised his head. What he saw was a set of black robes, a thin right hand holding a book, and a metal mask painted with a red skull emblem.

Standing in front of him was a tall and thin man whose body was completely covered by a black robe. He was looking down at him with yellow eyeballs, his small pupils were like poisonous snakes.

“Look up, live sacrifice, and your body will become a feast for the gods.”

The man made an unusually hoarse voice, which in Colva sounded like an echo of The Underworld Devil. Facing the lanky “monster”, Corva exhausted his last strength and suddenly stood up and punched the opponent’s mask.

The butcher knife swung down from behind him.

A silver light flashed, and the decapitated young man knelt to the ground, the flat incision in his neck gushing out of blood. The head fell in the mud in front of the black robe man’s body, and was crushed by the executioner who came up.

“God Mephistopheles, please protect us from evil!”

The black-robed man turned around and opened his arms, shouting to the statue on the execution ground: “The sacrifices you need have been delivered. Please protect us from the upcoming dark tide. The priests have also prepared more sacrifices. If you need it, please let us know!”

There was death-like silence on the execution ground. The black-robed man and the two executioners stood in silence. After an unknown period of time, there was a husky whisper, which sounded from a nearby place:

“I…need… a complete body.”

Hearing the sound of the oracle coming from nowhere, the black-robed man knelt down on one knee in a hurry, and his muddy yellow eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

“God Mephistopheles, we will follow your orders and provide complete sacrifices. You don’t need to wait too long to enjoy a large amount of living sacrifices!”

After speaking, the black-robed man stood up and bowed gracefully, raised his head and stood motionless, as if feeling the holy breath around him.

Until the sky began to darken, the black robe finally left the execution ground with two executioners reluctantly.

He didn’t notice that when he turned around, the skinny fingers of the human skeleton-like statue moved slightly.

In the sculpture known as “The God of Mephistopheles”, two rapidly rotating scarlet eyeballs suddenly appeared in the empty eye sockets. Thick black smoke ascending from the bloody execution ground, turned into a gloomy cloud, shrouded the nearby rocky city.

Before the darkness fell, the gods who had received the sacrifice awakened.

In the shriveled chest of the statue, a dull laugh suddenly sounded, reverberating over the execution ground, like a death knell for death.