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Chapter 84 Sacrifice?

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And behind the cardinal, another ten people filed out one after another.

They all look like cardinals, holding blood-stained law codes in their hands, with a little scarlet flower on the center of their eyebrows.

They are all holy priests belonging to the Moloch True God camp. They used to pray in the temple day and night, fully playing the role of their own believers.The angel behind it was created by the true god Moloch.

Seeing this, I don't know why Sikong felt uneasy suddenly.

"Welcome, my dearest ally, the true god Jialandi treats you all equally."

Out of the crowd came twelve holy priests, different men and women, with a little blue flower tint between their brows.

Then, a quiet and solemn code handover ceremony was slowly staged.

The glacier is broken, and the silver light is the same color as the sky.

The Temple of the True God is different from the dilapidated Angel Temple. Although it has been forgotten by the world in the glacier, it remains intact and does not fall into dust.

Eternity stands in the long river of time, as if waiting for the visit of the true god.

No matter which faction he belongs to, no matter what kind of person he is, at this moment, he taps his eyebrows with his right fingers, moves his left foot back, and bows forward, expressing the most sincere devotion to this sacred ceremony.

However, they are all members of the God Killing Alliance.

Under the pious belief, he planned a shocking plan to kill the gods.

Only the man in sackcloth with the wooden sword in his arms remained silent, out of tune with this holy event.

After the handover of the law code was over, Huo Wu said in a low voice: "Unexpectedly, it was the true god Jia Randi who caused the death of the true god Moro. The true god Jia Randi is the god of power, and now he has an infinite source of magic. I am afraid that there will be a second True God falling soon."

Hearing this, Sikong frowned: "Galandi killed Moro, why did Moro join Garandi's camp instead?"

Huo Wu shook her head: "The fall of a god is not death, but the beginning of the spread of belief. Gods fight in melee, and there are rules that belong to the gods. Just like fighting for hegemony with princes, one prince bows his head and becomes a minister after defeat."

"Then even if the opponent is defeated, he is still a true god after all, how can he kill..." Sikong asked instead.

"Ah……"

Huo Wu looked at the sacred priests who belonged to the camp of True God Jialandi, and handed over the eleven blood-stained codexes to the last person.

This person walked solemnly under the statue of the temple, as if waiting for something.

"The gods are just the background for us, but we are the source of faith for the gods! Once the gods are resurrected, they will go to the underworld to suppress the demons. What we have to do is to use the background influence on the way , really kill him!"

"Then I..."

Sikong Zheng was about to say more, but he saw the sacred priest under the statue of the temple finally spoke: "God said that death is rebirth."

Following his words, the supreme emerald staff on the statue of Molo was so bright that Sikong could even see a corpse floating in the supreme emerald on the staff.

That is, the corpse of the true god!

"However, for rebirth, twelve books of laws are required to be aggregated into the covenant of the true God. The remaining book needs a believer as a sacrifice to welcome the resurrection of the true God of Moloch."

The eleven holy priests of the Moro True God camp knelt on the ground and shouted: "Please divination priests, tell the divination, and let that confused believer return to the embrace of the True God."

This person nodded, with fluttering white hair and a goatee that covered half of his face, making him look extraordinarily kind.

"I looked at the twelve constellations, and there was an angel phantom. It is expected that this believer must be one of the holy priests."

"I look at the vicissitudes of life, and there are troubadours. It is expected that this believer must be a troubadour."

"Before the fall of the true god, he entrusted me with a dream and told him his name—King of Yue Fast."

Then, from the glacier, a hazy mist suddenly arises, and finally weaves a sacred story.

A son of a peasant who was born in a manor, he has longed for legendary stories since he was a child and believes in the spirit of chivalry.

So he bid farewell to his homeland, bid farewell to his relatives, and traveled around Middle-earth.

He had seen the dwarves forging epic weapons deep in the magma.

I also danced with the elves under the holy tree of elves in the night.

In the Dragon Valley, I saw the true face of the legendary dragon, the grandson of the Dragon God.

I have seen rolling deserts and walked on majestic snow.

In the end, he came to the wilderness of [-], came across the ruins of the temple, and blended with the glory of the angel.

He believed in the spirit of chivalry and wore the armor of the Templars.Part of a holy priest, he follows his words; part of a Templar, he suppresses cults.

After that, he returned to his homeland, and when the true god fell, he turned into a blood-stained law code and merged into the embrace of the true god.

Immortal.

After the evolution of the sacrifice's fate was completed, the divination priest looked into the distance, and suddenly saw Huo Wu, and said with a peaceful smile, "And my friend, Huo Wu Clarissa, brought this believer to us."

'Swish, swish, swish! '

Immediately, everyone present fixed their eyes on Sikong and Huo Wu.

Sikong's expression changed drastically, and he could only feel that Tao Dao was full of murderous intent, and his eyes were as heavy as mountains piercing him.

He is a sacrifice? !
No wonder!
No wonder he obtained the Angel's Tears by such a coincidence. No wonder Huo Wu found him by such a coincidence!

It turned out that the fate of the troubadour he played was actually a sacrifice for the resurrection of the true god, and he was destined to become a poor wretch.

The troubadour poem "When God's body fell, I returned to the starting point, flipping through the blood-stained covenant", has long annotated his life.

'Isn't it just that I was late for the game? It not only erased the memory I should have had, but also made me play such a role! '

Sikong wanted to cry, but his heart was cold.

Want to become a sacrifice yourself?
Sorry, he doesn't have the habit of being killed. If you want to use him as a sacrifice, then be prepared to die together!
'If you want to kill a god, then kill me first!
So what if we are enemies of everyone in the world! '

When Huo Wu heard this, Danfeng's eyes widened angrily, his aura soared into the sky, and a deep sense of luck enveloped his whole body.

"You bastard, you dare to lie to me! You say that an old friend will show up and help me out of trouble, so you are using me!"

The divination priest still smiled, but his eyes were a little colder: "For the resurrection of the true god, each of us can make sacrifices."

"He is originally from the True God camp of Moro. He has received the Angel's Tears from the Angel of Tears, so his sacrifice is a matter of course!"

Huo Wu's face turned red, and she understood that the person in front of her was her classmate, King Yue.

She explained one after another: "King Yue, I don't have one, I..."

Sikong waved his hand, and slowly took off the bronze mask, revealing that delicate face, but engraved with the traces of vicissitudes of time.

Betrayal or not, it doesn't matter at this moment.

When his homeland was destroyed, he, Sikong, was alone from beginning to end.

It is now, and it will be in the future.

"Want to take me as a sacrifice?"

Standing in front of the temple, Sikong looked at the crowds of heroes and geniuses who were ready to make a move. He showed no timidity and instead laughed and said, "Then kill me! Kill me and rob me of my destiny. You will be the next sacrifice!" "

The glaciers are mighty and the raging river water laps at the canyon, forming a war song of war.

With roar as the tune and blood as the score, Sikong even played it himself!
(End of this chapter)