Chapter 471 Living Sacrifice

"Come on!"

In the state of a three-blood red-striped warrior, Glenn felt as if he had inexhaustible blood and qi, and he roared and then jumped up.

Bang!

In mid-air, Glenn punched out, and powerful blood and qi gushed out, rushing towards the evil like a cannonball.

The black mist around Savi exploded.

The long blood-colored tongues danced like tentacles, but after touching the fist of blood and qi, they made a sonic boom and turned into a blood mist.

"How is this possible!"

Savi screamed, and panic finally appeared in his eyes that originally showed the luster of controlling everything. The long tongues dancing around his body quickly retracted to form a wall of flesh-like protection.

"Die!" Glenn was like a tiger descending from the mountain.

A straight punch hit the flesh wall, blasting out a deep pit, and the rotten flesh and blood spread all around, and even Savi was knocked out.

Bang!

The evil Savvy fell heavily to the ground, and the dancing tentacles and long tongues all over his body also drooped down weakly, as if he was seriously injured.

"It should be no suspense..." Enzo murmured.

Through the vision of the shadow crow, he looked at the scene of the Pramo tribe. The evil Savvy, who was originally invincible, was finally seriously injured by a punch after Grain absorbed the gift of the blood-killing god and became a three-blood red-marked warrior.

The situation was reversed because of this!

Since being expelled from the Pramo tribe, Savvy has been wandering on the plains for a long time, and his legs have been eaten by several Bular gray wolves. Therefore, after being shot down by Grain, he can only rely on the tentacles to support his body.

"Grain!"

After getting up from the ground, Savvy looked at Grain with resentment, spitting out a few syllables with gnashing teeth, and the black mist wrapped around his body boiled again, and the blood-colored long tongues also waved.

"Go to hell!"

Savi screamed, controlling the blood-colored long tongue to sweep towards Glenn. The other party's blood and qi power burst out, grabbing a blood-colored long tongue, and then tearing it off.

However, more blood-colored long tongues came at him like poisonous snakes.

"Glenn, catch it!"

At this time, seeing this, Old Moore hurriedly threw a scimitar over. Glenn caught the scimitar and swung it.

Swish!

The scimitar cut through the air, cutting off the blood-colored long tongues one by one, and then Glenn took a step and rushed towards Savi quickly. The blood and qi power attached to the scimitar, and then swung it out.

"Ah!!!"

As the blade condensed by the blood and qi power swung, the screams of the evil Savi also rang out. Glenn swung the knife with all his strength and actually cut his body in half.

The body wrapped in black mist was cut in half, but the evil one was still alive. A lot of black blood was spilled on the ground. On the two rotten bodies, bud-like tentacles grew out, spreading and intertwining with each other.

"Is this... self-healing ability?"

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo raised his eyebrows and looked at the evil one Savi, who was cut in half but still alive, and whose rotten body was constantly merging. A thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.

In a moment, the two halves of Savi's body had merged together.

The blade attack just now did not kill him, but the fusion of the two halves of the body still made Savi pay a heavy price. At this time, the black mist wrapped around his body became thinner, and the waving speed of the blood-colored long tongues also slowed down.

"After accepting the power of the God of Disaster and becoming an evil, this guy has the ability to heal himself." Enzo stroked his chin, his eyes flickering, "However, this healing ability should consume a lot of energy, so it can only be used once within a certain period of time!"

At the same time, the Plumo tribe.

"Glain! Continue!" Old Mur saw the two halves of the evil body merged, and hurriedly said, "His self-healing ability must have many limitations. After using it, he should fall into a period of weakness. Don't let him recover."

The evil Savy looked cold and resentful at Old Mur, and suddenly controlled a blood-colored long tongue and shot it towards Old Mur.

Old Mur's face changed immediately.

Swish!

However, before the blood-colored long tongue flew out, Glenn on the side had already swung his scimitar and cut off the long tongue with a force of blood and qi.

At the original place, Glenn's face was firm.

Without saying a word, he moved quickly and appeared in front of Savi almost instantly. The bronze scimitar in his hand shone red, as if it was watered with blood, and he swung it quickly.

Swish!

One by one, the long blood-colored tongues were cut off. After Savi was approached, he fell into a very passive situation and could only try his best to retreat to the back and prepare to keep a distance.

However, Glenn did not give him a chance.

"Blood Shadow Slash!"

Glenn exerted force on his legs and jumped into the air in an instant. The bronze scimitar in his hand slashed down, and the violent blood power cut the evil Savi in ​​half again.

Hula!

The black fog exploded immediately, and the black and sticky blood splashed on the ground. The two cut bodies grew tiny tentacles at the cuts, trying to extend in each other's direction.

"Hmph!"

Glenn snorted coldly, but quickly swung the blood-colored scimitar, quickly chopping the body on the ground into a pile of minced meat until they could no longer extend their tentacles.

"He should be completely dead now." Enzo muttered to himself.

The evil being chopped into countless pieces by the sword had turned into minced meat on the ground, emitting a foul smell of decay, and then turned into black mist and drifted away as if burning.

"The evil one... is dead?"

After a while, Old Moore walked forward cautiously, looking at the pieces of meat that were constantly turning into mist, and asked hesitantly.

Glain said nothing, but nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Old Moore breathed a sigh of relief, and then a surprised expression appeared on his face, and he said excitedly: "Great, Glenn!"

"Thanks to the blessing of the God of Blood Killing, you killed the evil one and saved the tribe, and became a powerful red-striped warrior. The Pramo tribe will be proud of you!"

The Pramo tribe, which was invaded by the evil one Savi, suffered serious losses. Not only was the tribe severely damaged, but even the number of blood warriors was reduced to one-third.

This was undoubtedly a catastrophe for the Pramo tribe, but Glenn's appearance made Old Moore ecstatic.

Red-striped warrior, the support of a tribe!

The original Pramo tribe was just a small and weak tribe. When two-thirds of the blood warriors were killed by the evil, it was almost extinct. If there was no powerful existence to protect it, it would be impossible to survive this year's Black Mist Season.

Originally, Old Moore had fallen into despair.

But now, the appearance of Glenn gave him hope. With the protection of a red-striped warrior, the Pramo tribe can successfully survive the Black Mist Season.

Even from the beginning of the recovery season next year, it will continue to grow stronger!

"Chief Moore..."

Just as Old Moore was enjoying the prosperity of the Pramo tribe, Glenn on the side had an ugly face and shook his head slightly.

Old Moore's face changed.

After successfully killing the evil, Glenn's face was not happy, but gradually turned pale, and the three blood lines on his chest gradually faded.

"What's going on?" Old Moore said in a trembling voice.

Glenn, who was originally regarded as the hope of the tribe, had his blood and energy constantly dissipating. There were even tiny cracks on his rock-like skin, and blood oozed out.

"Maybe... this is the price?"

Glenn's face became paler and paler, but a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he murmured, "The power bestowed by the gods is ultimately not something that mortals can bear. This body can hold on until now, which is already the limit."

After that, Glenn fell down.

Old Moore's face changed drastically. Before he could help him up, Glenn's body began to collapse continuously, and the blood overflowing from his body gradually covered his whole body.

"How... could this happen?"

Old Moore knelt on the ground, his eyes seemed to have lost their luster, and his lips trembled and murmured.

In a moment, Glenn completely lost his life characteristics and turned into a stiff corpse.

"It is as expected."

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo sighed. He had expected the scene in front of him. That Grain was originally just a blood warrior. With the power bestowed by the God of Blood Killing, he became a three-blood red-striped warrior.

However, that power did not belong to him.

A mortal who carries the power of the gods must bear the price, and the price of letting a blood warrior directly have enough power to kill the evil is death.

Pramo tribe.

"Great God of Blood Killing, have you abandoned the Pramo tribe?" Old Moore's face was pale, looking at the corpses on the ground, a trace of despair rose in his heart.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the smell of blood drifted away.

At this time, the Pramo tribe was in a mess. After being invaded by the evil Sav, one-third of the blood warriors in the tribe died. At this time, they were in an extremely weak state and could not fight against the next black fog season.

Old Moore was full of sorrow, not knowing what to do.

In the sky, the shadow crow flapped its wings and flew away in the distance. The miserable situation of the Pramo tribe no longer needed to be paid attention to, but Enzo became interested in another thing.

That is the God-given stele of the Pramo tribe.

On the Solu Plain, every tribe of the War Ghost Clan has a God-given stele. Although the Pramo tribe is weak, it is no exception. It is precisely relying on the power of the God-given stele that they have successfully resisted the invasion of the evil.

Although they paid a considerable price for this.

"Is this the God-given stele of the Pramo tribe?"

Through the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo came to the center of the Pramo tribe and saw a short and broken stele in an empty square, with special blood-red characters engraved on it.

Compared with the God-given stele of the Tatar tribe, the God-given stele of the Pramo tribe is somewhat similar in appearance, but it is much smaller. It is precisely because of this that the Pramo tribe is weaker than the Tatar tribe.

The God-given stele is a treasure given to the War Ghost Clan by the God of Blood Killing.

The more powerful the tribe, the bigger the God-given stele it possesses, and the more advanced the cultivation methods on it. For example, the God-given stele of the Tatar tribe can only be cultivated to the level of a seven-blood red-striped warrior at most, while the God-given stele of the Gossop tribe records the method of being promoted to a furious warrior.

"Huh? This stele?"

Controlling the shadow crow, Enzo stared at the broken stele below, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he noticed something unusual.

A trace of blood mist-like energy was faintly entangled on the God-given stele of the Pramo tribe, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

"Is this the remnant of the power of the God of Blood Killing?"

Enzo's face was thoughtful. Not long ago, the Pramo tribe obtained the power bestowed by the God of Blood Killing through prayer, and thus killed the invading evil, and that God-given power was transmitted through this stele.

"It seems that the God-given stele not only records the way to transcendence, but also represents the connection and medium between the Bloodthirsty God and the War Ghost Clan!" Enzo murmured.

Then, the shadow crow flew away from the Pramo tribe.

After the invasion of the evil, the Pramo tribe is no longer able to protect this land. If they do not find a way out as soon as possible, their only fate will be to be exterminated in this year's Black Mist Season.

But all this has nothing to do with Enzo.

In the Tatar tribe.

Dong Dong Dong!

There was a sudden knock on the door, interrupting Enzo's thoughts. He also cut off his vision from the shadow crow and turned to look at the door.

"The harvest celebration is about to begin."

The wooden door was pushed open a crack, and Wendy showed a little head and whispered to Enzo inside: "Uncle Drogo asked everyone to go to the God-given stele to prepare to sacrifice to the Bloodthirsty God."

"Okay, I know." Enzo nodded slightly.

Then, he got up and walked out of the room, followed Wendy's footsteps, and came to the square where the God-given stone tablet of the Tatar tribe was located. At this time, the place was crowded with people, and all the people of the Tatar tribe were waiting for the start of the harvest celebration.

Around the spacious square, torches were lit.

The firelight disc player dispersed the surrounding darkness and illuminated the God-given stone tablet in front. Several blood warriors carried the prey one by one and respectfully placed it in front of the God-given stone tablet as a tribute to the God of Blood Killing.

Tap, tap, tap.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came. Drogo, wearing a fur robe, walked towards the God-given stone tablet with a serious face. Behind him, there were three naked women of the War Ghost tribe, following numbly.

Enzo frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Also. Sacrifice?" He murmured in a low voice.

According to the tradition of the War Ghost tribe, the annual harvest celebration is the most solemn festival of the year. During this period, the War Ghost tribe needs to offer sacrifices to the God of Blood Killing.

A grand sacrifice, of course, requires sacrifices!

Unlike the small sacrifices before the harvest hunt, the sacrifices of the harvest festival not only require livestock, but also living people, and women of low status in the tribe are naturally the best sacrifices.

According to the tradition of the Tatar tribe, a woman is sacrificed to the God of Blood Killing every year during the harvest festival.

This year, due to a series of events that happened during the harvest hunt, Drogo felt uneasy, so he decided to increase the number of living sacrifices to three.

"May the great God of Blood Killing bless the Tatar tribe!"

Drogo slowly walked to the front of the God-given stone tablet, turned around with a serious face, and the three naked female war ghosts as sacrifices, knelt on the ground like lambs.