Chapter 122 Scarred

In the short time when An Wujiu left the tower and headed to the red house, he considered countless possibilities to completely pull out this cannibalistic belief.

But none of it was what he thought would actually come true.

Those beliefs have been deeply ingrained in their minds, and they are even higher than their own lives. There is no force that can wipe out the influence of beliefs. An Wujiao is very clear that the only thing he can do is to borrow.

The probability of success is not high, and it is likely to be countered, but at least he can try it.

The blood smeared on the wide sleeves of his snow-white robe, dripped onto the snow along the back of his hand, and smeared out a large red.

There was panic in the eyes of the townspeople, doubts, and the disbelief of the situation in front of them.

An Wu Jiu stood on the spot and heard the sound of armor coming from behind. A gust of wind drove by, and he deftly turned his head to avoid it, and the sharp stone spear could be poked past his neck, and his neck would be pierced just a little bit.

But An Wu Jiu is someone who has been trained since childhood, and his speed and strength are far beyond ordinary people. After dodging, he reached out and grabbed the front end of the stone spear, kicked sideways, and kicked the strong warrior who was trying to attack him.

Twisting his wrists, An Wu Jiu turned around, holding the gray-white stone spear in mid-air and spun it into the snow.

Behind him was an entire army. Those strong and powerful warriors who were wearing tiger and leopard skins, at least twenty or thirty people, were staring at him, as if they were staring at a weak prey.

But An Wu Jiu is not a prey, on the contrary, he is the best disguised hunter.

Their resistance, An Wujiu is not surprised, killing the leader means destroying the core of the upper class here, shaking the foundation of the nobles, they will not allow a guy who calls himself a god to destroy the status of the nobles.

“I know you don’t trust me.” An Wu Jiu’s beautiful face was extremely cold, he weighed the spear in his hand and pointed it at the warriors, “Together?”

At first, there were still warriors who were puzzled and couldn't believe it, but the first warrior had already appeared. He was holding a giant stone axe in his left and right hands. He was burly and rushed towards An Wujiu. !

An Wu Jiu was wearing a white robe, his body was like a spirit butterfly when dodging, light and agile, his life-threatening stone axe was as heavy as a mountain, no matter how many times he swung it, he couldn't hurt him.

In such a cold snow, An Wu Jiu didn't bother to deal with him because of the sweat on his forehead wielding a stone axe. He used the spear as a long stick and quickly struck the opponent's chest, abdomen and knees. land.

When the others saw this situation, they only felt that the glory of their flower crown warriors was damaged, so they rushed up together angrily, An Wu Jiu not only did not hide, but directly took the stone spear and entered the encirclement.

The townspeople who were hiding in the distance could not see it clearly. They could only vaguely see the gray afterimage of the stone spear and the snow-white boy in the fighting armor. The most common stone spear was like a spiritual weapon in his hand. Rotating, shining in the snow and the light of the day.

The soldiers fell one by one, and there was not much left. The last one tried to get up and attack, but only cut the rope of An Wu Jiu's hair. He turned around, the sharp tip of the spear pressed against the opponent's throat.

All the warriors were knocked down by him, but not one was mortally wounded.

An Wu Jiu stood in the snow, the cold wind blew away his long hair, and it was no different from the perfect god in the picture and the stone carving.

This is the god of war, the sun god, and the savior they imagined.

Before An Wu Jiu spoke, he heard a city citizen not far away suddenly kneeling on the ground, prostrate on the icy and biting snow, shouting: "Master God of War, you are really the incarnation of the Sun God."

The sun god is the god of war.

An old woman beside the man also knelt down, her expression was very excited, and her cloudy eyes seemed to have tears in her eyes.

"Yes, according to legend, the sun god and the rain god will choose a lucky person, possess him, and convey the oracle for us. It seems that this is true and exists."

"Yeah, other than the God of War, who else has such a powerful force!"

An Wujiu is not familiar with the legends here, each of them has encountered different NPCs, and different NPCs will give different hints, I think they should have given similar clues when they came to the altar, so as to suggest that they should replace their beliefs, Just bumped into it by mistake.

He turned his face and looked at the last soldier who was attacking in front of him. The other party immediately put down his weapon, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head.

"Master God of War."

In this way, all the city residents, big and small, knelt down in the snow, and in the white wilderness, only An Wu Jiu stood there alone.

He took back the stone spear in his hand and looked at everyone indifferently, "The blood moon and Blizzard during this time are punishments for you, all the citizens of Water City."

The kneeling townspeople did not dare to look up at him, so they could only bow their heads and ask: "Please make it clear that we have always dedicated our most precious and best things to you, and all the gods, we..."

"God doesn't need your heart." An Wu Jiu said coldly.

In his mind, the "screams" and the faint cries of children they heard when they went up the mountain to sacrifice.

He knew that what he said now almost subverted the imagination of these people. Maybe since they were born, these beliefs have been rooted in their hearts. They are used to flattering the so-called gods with their flesh and blood, so they have such blood. The ladder that flows into the river leads to the temple.

But An Wu Jiu always has to give it a try.

"The sacrifices you have offered all along are full of blood, hearts, limbs, bones, the lives of prisoners of war, the cries of children, these will only aggravate your own original sin."

"There is no redemption for your sins, only the endless snow can whitewash it all."

He spoke these words with certainty and certainty in the face of those who had surrendered to him with a lofty stance. His voice was ethereal in the whistling wind and snow, and the silver bones were exposed in the flowers of the everted flesh, shining under the reflection of the snow, as if it were really the brilliance of God.

"Stop such bloody sacrifices, stop your sins."

An Wu Jiu paused slightly, he felt that the wind seemed to have calmed down a lot, and the falling snow didn't seem to be that much.

It seems that outlawing the bloody religious traditions here is the real solution to the game's second goal.

He bowed his head, pondered for a moment, bent down and picked up the stone axe of one of the warriors, walked over the severed heads and limbs, and walked up the steps leading to the temple step by step. Every step of his feet was blood that was about to freeze. He didn't have time to save the sacrifice.

He raised his hand, swung a heavy stone axe, and broke the shackles that trapped the prisoners of war.

The pupils of those prisoners of war swayed, their eyes full of struggle and unbelievable panic.

An Wujiu said to them, and also to the citizens of Water City: "The crown of flowers to stop killing, it should be a real crown of glory woven by flowers and peace."

He threw down the stone axe, looked at the snowflakes gradually disappearing from the sky, and then looked at the crowd.

"With the harvest of food, fruit and flowers, the works of art and sincere hearts you have created with your talent and wisdom, dedicated to all the gods."

"The sun will rise as usual."

After hearing these words, the townspeople gradually raised their heads. They saw the receding wind and blizzard, and also saw the sun gradually appearing behind the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Although it was incomplete, it was the sun that was about to die.

These miracles made An Wujiu gain the trust of everyone, and this grand ceremony made them believe that the sun god really came to the world, bringing them the apocalypse of survival.

An Wujiu ordered them to release all the prisoners of war and bury all the "sacrifices" that were killed. When he understood that these prisoners of war were citizens of neighboring cities, he used the corpse of the leader as a token and asked them to bring them back to their territories and signed a truce agreement to make the so-called crown of flowers disappear forever.

Only now did he know that festivals were often held here, and many sacrifices were killed each time. When the repair of the pyramid temple in front of him was completed, a very grand festival was held here. On that day alone, Thousands of people died.

The leaders and nobles stood at the top of the pyramid and in front of the gate of the temple, took out the heart of the sacrifice, decomposed the body, took off the flesh and blood, and went down one level at a time. Part of it is handed over to precious beasts raised by nobles.

This is what Yasiah's husband calls "food", the food that the leader will bring back.

They will sacrifice young innocent children, the same mountain road they have traveled several times, and the children will cry because of the impending death as they go up the mountain, which is exactly what they want.

Because they believe that the louder the children cry and the more tears, the more rain there will be in the coming year. They sank the children into the lake, and the rain god would be moved by this cruel sacrifice.

Even this incomparably tall pyramid, in every layer of stones, are neatly stacked with the skulls of sacrifices from the past.

This clean and beautiful city of snow is actually a bloody city shrouded in primitive religion.

An Wujiu tried to destroy the priests offering sacrifices here, but he didn't know where to start, and every city citizen he asked could not interfere with the priests' behavior.

When the sky was about to get dark, An Wu Jiu could only cancel the ceremony and let all the city residents go home.

The slaughter and sacrifice among the priests is stipulated by the holy altar, An Wujiu thought that he might not have the right to stop it, but he simply couldn't watch Shen Ti being sacrificed.

He took the time to return to the tower and came to the second floor, but the scene inside surprised him.

They stayed in the tower and prayed according to the regulations of the altar, their eyes turned blue, and every part of their skin was a strange blue pattern.

The circle and the seven-pointed star on the ground are like seals, trapping them who have lost their will and consciousness, as if everyone has become an empty shell.

The only one who is awake is Nan Shan, who is using magic to fight against this strange huge force.

It's that evil god again.

An Wujiu ran over holding on to the injured arm, Nan Shan did not turn his head, his fingers were stained, he knew that An Wujiu was back, so it was very difficult to talk to him.

"Quick, Wu You..."

An Wujiu understood what he meant, but his eyes were still uncontrollably looking at Shen Ti who was lying on the ground. Shen Ti was unconscious, but there were no blue glowing patterns on his skin, it was green. Those green patterns seemed to be really active, and the white robe seemed to cover up some weird tentacle movement.

An Wu Jiu's heart suddenly ached, he turned his face and tried to forcibly take Wu You out of the formation, but at the moment when he hugged Wu You by the waist, a huge star suddenly appeared in the center of the blue light seven-pointed star. 's tentacles, almost like a burst of light, An Wu Jiu couldn't dodge!

The top of the tentacle is a large mouth that can be opened. The sharp teeth are densely packed with three layers. When the closed inner teeth are opened, an extremely thin letter sticks out from the inside, like a sharp knife, directly stabbing into An Wu Blame.

And it didn't even take a second.

An Wu Jiu couldn't feel the pain, he lowered his head and could see his blood falling onto Wu You's body, there was a lot of blood, and he could also see that the slender blue tentacles pierced the robe and skin, and penetrated into his chest, like It was to disembowel him like a fish and take out the heart.

A powerful force suddenly appeared in his body, as if for self-protection, that force collided with the tentacles that penetrated deep into his body, the two forces were like two planets colliding, colliding and bursting in An Wujiu's body, almost to the point of being smashed. explode.

An Wu Jiu fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No blame!"

Nan Shan's voice is very vague, many strange and strange words echoed in An Wujiu's mind, like his father's repeated babble before his death, countless images of memories flooded into his mind, like a cease-and-desist scene. Blizzard that can't be done is a pain that can't be breathed.

A burst of green light shielded him, and the tentacle was ejected, the tip was full of innocent blood, but it failed to take out his heart.

Even so, the scarred An Wu Jiu still did not fall down, he stood up with difficulty, staggered, and carried the unconscious Wu You out of the light formation.

The next second, the seven-pointed star on the ground disappeared, along with all the blue light.

He handed Wu You over to Nan Shan and knelt down beside Shen Ti.

so tired.

At the moment when he was touched by that tentacle, An Wu Jiu retraced his short and long life in a flash, the years were short, only twenty years, but the pain was so long.

An Wu Jiu took Shen Ti's cold hand and put it on his face.

Then very lightly, he kissed the palm of his hand.

The other controlled people also gradually woke up, the lines on their faces faded, and at dusk, a red sunset appeared on the horizon.

He luckily thought that he could change the sacrifice tonight, but it backfired. A sarcophagus suddenly appeared, Shen Ti's body floated up, and finally sank into the cold sarcophagus.

"Surviving priests, please start your evening sacrifice today."

It's the same rugged mountain road, the heavy sarcophagus and the gradually drowsy consciousness, the only difference is that this time An Wu Jiu didn't hear the children's cry, only the lonely cold wind.

The top of the mountain is very cold, An Wujiu seems to have adapted to the power in his body, this time he was completely uncontrolled, and was able to carry out this sacrifice very clearly and calmly, but it was also because of this that he was particularly in pain.

He can only offer his lover's life clearly and clearly.

The others are different from him, they are all under the control of "performing their respective duties", the strange and ritualistic sacrifice begins, the obsidian sharp knife is right in front of him, An Wujiu picks up the knife and holds it up high. hand.

But the next moment, he threw it under the cliff.

An Wu Jiu came into this world naked, almost nothing left.

What god, what sacrifice, he will never compromise.

But even so, even though An Wujiu had destroyed the knife, the next second, the obsidian sharp knife came back.

From the valley to the top of the mountain, the stone knife that wandered back shone with blue light, like an inescapable ghost.

The blue flame ignited, burning down the last trace of An Wu Jiu's sanity.

"Dedicate all your anger, pain, and fear to me!"

He subconsciously hugged Shen Ti's body and pressed his chest against his chest, trying to block him at the last moment.

It's not that An Wu Jiu doesn't know that this is the only way to go. Three people have already been cut open and their hearts have been taken out here. He knows that he has tried his best to make Shen Ti the exception.

He really ran out of options.

The stone knife stopped in mid-air, slammed down, stabbed into An Wu Jiu's back, pierced through the gap in his ribs, and sank into Shen Ti's chest.

An Wu Jiu held the sarcophagus with his hands a little hesitantly, got up and separated from Shen Ti, blood gushing out from his own ribs, but he seemed too late to feel the pain.

Because he clearly saw that Shen Ti's skin and bones were cut open by an invisible blue light.

The sour eye sockets were filled with water mist, and the picture of the lover being divided in front of him actually showed a hazy and strange beauty for no reason.

And what happened next made An Wu Jiu wonder for a while whether he should be surprised or expected.

Shen Ti had no heart to sacrifice at all.

His chest was empty, as if it was really just an empty shell, a beautiful statue.

An Wujiu's suspicion was finally confirmed in this way, in a way that almost drove him crazy.

The blue flame suddenly became angry, burning the entire mountain in an instant, so grand that it almost devoured everyone. But even so, nothing is nothing.

When the others woke up, Nan Shan never thought that An Wu Jiu would kneel in front of Shen Ti, smiling wildly at his corpse, like a complete lunatic.

Nan Shan was afraid that something was wrong with him, so she walked over and knelt down, holding An Wu Jiu's shoulder, trying to make him stop looking at it.

"No blame, the game is not over yet, don't be too sad."

An Wu Jiu, who had his head lowered halfway, wiped his face with his bloody hands, turned his head, and hooked the corner of his mouth, showing a relaxed attitude.

"sad?"

An Wu Jiu's smile made Nan Shan go back to when he changed for the first time.

"Why should I be sad?"

"Nan Shan, he failed." An Wu Jiu stood up and pulled Nan Shan up almost frantically, "Did you see? He didn't get what he wanted."

Nan Shan looked at his tearful eyes and the beautiful blood-stained face in front of her with mixed feelings.

An Wujiu's shoulders sank slightly, a tear fell from his face.

"I'm not sad at all."

There is no expression, no emotion can be read on his face, his eyes are empty, but Nan Shan understands An Wu Jiu's heartache at the moment, or he can only empathize with this 1%.

"Let's go back first." Nan Shan put his cloak on him, "Your hands are frozen purple."

An Wujiu stood still.

"Go back first and take good care of Wu You."

Wu You stood not far away, looking at them.

He knew that Nan Shan couldn't persuade him, and no one could persuade him, An Wu Jiu was not only unacceptable because of Shen Ti's sacrifice, but what was even more difficult to accept was the fact that he had no heart at all.

Even an outsider like him was shocked and incomprehensible.

Wu You still took Nanshan away.

"You have to go back early." He said to An Wujiu.

But An Wu Jiu nodded like a normal person, and even told him in a normal tone, "Be careful on the road."

When going down the mountain, Wu You felt extremely cold, his body was stained with An Wu Jiu's blood.

"Did you see it?" Wu You's voice trembled a little, "Brother Wu Jiu's injury is already so serious, his hands are not fully healed, now there are wounds all over his arms and chest, his clothes are all dyed red, he You'll die like this."

At the end, he still choked up, but not far away he admitted that he wanted to cry, and quickly wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand.

For the first time, Nan Shan took him into her arms and hugged Wu You who was sad at the foot of the mountain.

"It's alright." He patted Wu You's back lightly, "Wu Jiu is very strong and will last until the end."

will last till the end.

An Wu Jiu stood on the spot, for the first time he felt that he really couldn't take it any longer.

A stone in his heart fell, but it hit him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

He has accepted the fact that Shen Ti is not human, but now he wants him to accept that Shen Ti has no heart.

How long can such a body last, even if he wins this game and survives, how long can he live, even this human body is incomplete, and maybe he will suddenly disappear one day.

The night gradually emerged, and the scarlet blood moon still returned to this land.

The holy voice reminded him repeatedly.

"An Wu Jiu, you must now return to the temple and wait for the altar's call."

An Wujiu didn't respond and turned a deaf ear.

"An blameless."

The holy voice repeated again, "You are a foul now, please return to the temple, or you will be punished."

An Wu Jiu sneered.

"It's up to you how you want to punish. I only have so much life left, and I can punish all of them if I want."

After saying this without hesitation, he simply revolted to the end, stepped into the sarcophagus recklessly, lay down with Shen Ti's icy body, and held his hand.

"Fortunately, I am a gravekeeper."

An Wu Jiu kissed the back of Shen Ti's hand, smiled and closed his eyes.

"I'll watch over you, go to sleep."