Chapter 36 Blood Sacrifice and Blood Food

Feeling the turbulence on his body, Sergei closed his eyes tightly.

Although the wound on his head looked quite serious and bleeding all the time, he had deliberately adjusted his body landing point before falling.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to keep his sanity and clarity.

In the current situation, if you want to enter the medical room, ordinary minor injuries such as scratches on the arm or thigh are useless. Only seriously injured people like him who are unconscious and must be treated in time can enter the medical room.

Fortunately, he made the right bet.

But unfortunately, the situation in the medical room seemed to be much worse than he imagined...

After he was sent to the medical room on a stretcher, no one cared about him except someone who came to sprinkle some alcohol on his wound for disinfection and then randomly wrapped it with gauze.

Occasionally, he heard some conversations from the side.

"What should we do with this guy? He seems to be a mixed-blood too..."

"... Let's see what happens. The doctor is gone. It depends on his luck..."

"Will it have any effect if we leave it here? After all, here..."

"It's okay. He didn't wake up from the pain when I poured him alcohol just now. It seems that he is seriously injured. It will take at least tomorrow to wake up. We will see then."

"... That's fine. It won't have any effect anyway..."

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Later, Sergei heard the footsteps of people walking out of the door. As the two people walked out and the door closed, the room suddenly became quiet.

...No, it can't be said to be quiet.

Just as Sergei racked his brains to think about what the other person meant by the words "the doctor is gone", he suddenly smelled an extremely unpleasant stench.

The stench was so strong and so unpleasant... He almost vomited out his lunch.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the two people only stayed in the room for a short time and then hurried out again.

If it weren't for his strong will, he would have wanted to run out of the medical room immediately. The lingering and extremely strong stench was like a biological torture...

...Where did this stench come from?

Sergei subconsciously held his breath and quietly opened his eyes.

The medical room was extremely quiet. Apart from the stench, there was no chewing sound as Yakov had said before. However, because the windows were nailed shut with wooden boards, the light in the medical room was extremely dim even though it was still daytime.

With his eyes half closed, Sergei adapted to the light in the bed for a long time before he could barely adapt to the light inside.

Like most medical rooms, each bed has a corresponding curtain partition. The bed he was lying on was no exception. Both sides were covered tightly with curtains. There was only a small exit opposite the head of the bed that was only enough for one person to enter and exit. It was clear at a glance.

Sitting up quietly from the bed, Sergei reached out and pressed the wound on his head. After taking a deep breath, he felt much more energetic and stood up on tiptoe.

But before he took a few steps, he suddenly found that the feeling coming from under his feet was a little bit wrong. It was not only soft but also uneven.

"This thing..."

Bending down, Sergei frowned and looked at the layer of ground... "Meat"?

...He could only describe it this way.

For some reason, the floor of the medical room was generally attached with a layer of dark red meat. These pieces of meat were extremely sticky and tough, firmly adsorbed on the floor, and looked nauseating.

"...No, the stench is not coming from above..."

While muttering to himself, he looked up and looked ahead, and then he simply crawled directly from the bottom of the curtain to a bed next to him.

Then when he stood up and covered his nose and saw the scene in front of him, his face changed slightly.

Unlike the relatively clean bed over there, this bed here is simply horrible. Not only are there dark red marks everywhere on the white sheets, but the flesh and blood adsorbed on the ground are scattered on the bed in pieces, which looks extremely disgusting.

But... where is the person on the bed?

Following the direction of the scattered flesh and blood on the bed, forcibly suppressing the deep fear in his heart, Sergei slowly raised his head.

...Then, he saw hell.

On the ceiling corresponding to this bed, countless sticky flesh and blood were like spider webs, and in the middle of the pool of flesh and blood, a bloody face stared at him blankly.

"!!!"

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"How many days are left in the trip?"

Putting the red wine glass back on the table, Bondarev asked without raising his head.

"If we go at full speed, we can arrive in about five days."

Bending slightly, the first mate answered solemnly.

"Five days... How is the situation in the bottom cabin?"

Raising his head, Bondarev looked at the other party.

"Under the irrigation of flesh and blood, the dragon cocoon has been initially awakened, and the other party is currently slowly eroding the bottom cabin."

It was obvious that he had memorized this matter long ago, and the first mate spoke seriously.

"According to preliminary estimates, if we want to achieve the results expected by His Highness, we must throw more blood and flesh at the other side."

"………"

After getting the answer, Bondarev stopped talking, but tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers, as if thinking about something.

It was not until a long while later that he raised his head.

"According to you, the blood food reserved on the ship is far from enough to achieve the goal?"

"Not enough, after all, those blood food are ordinary people, far from enough for the sacrifice, we need more blood food."

The first mate shook his head.

"Excuse me, do you need to notify the family to airlift a batch of new blood food to fill the deficit? There are still five days, we can make it in time."

"No need."

Standing up from the chair, Bondarev spoke calmly.

"Since ordinary people can't satisfy that thing's appetite, then just fill it with mixed-bloods. The fewer people who know about secrets, the better."

"Your Highness means..."

Rarely, the first mate hesitated.

"It's what you understand. On the road ahead, there will always be people who sacrifice for this. The difference is just sooner or later."

Turning his head to look at the first mate beside him, Bondarev chuckled.

"Don't worry, we will remember them in the future."

"...I will follow your orders."

After a long silence, the first mate lowered his head.

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