Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 659 - 571 Flower Sea and Riot_2
After the last three [Gentiana] matured, they withered and their seeds were collected by Angie immediately.
The seeds are tiny, with a total weight of only about 24 milligrams per thousand grains.
At this point, she had already collected a total of one hundred thousand seeds, but the total weight was actually less than 3 grams, hidden in a secret little pocket transformed by the "Venom" on her body, where no one could discover them.
It was also her last hope for self-rescue.
Angie firmly believed that her teacher must already be looking for her, and she didn't want Aiven to find nothing but a corpse, or even worse, no remains at all if she were sacrificed.
That would be too tragic.
Suddenly.
Boom—
Two female Dragon-men opened the door and entered, placing down a stone trough filled with clear water, and tossed a white linen robe to Angie, their voices cold and stern:
"Sacrifice! Clean yourself and change into this garment by yourself, otherwise we will do it for you."
...
As the only two Tier 3 Dragon-men of the Great Oasis, they were also the highest-ranking leaders and vice-leaders.
Andreas, the Sea Emperor Dragon-man, and Leoni, the Storm Dragon-man, had already donned their magnificent ceremonial robes and ascended early to the highest point of the monolithic altar.
The residents of the Great Oasis, regardless of age or gender, also wore their most formal attire, waiting solemnly on the plaza in front of the altar.
Even the originally dim sun in the sky appeared a bit brighter at this moment.
Because the Dragon-men were partly responsible for managing the [Netherworld], their relationship with those black Cliff Eagle Shamans was akin to that between the federal and state governments, adjusting the brightness temporarily was just basic operation.
The cost was that those ghosts, who could only wander in the endless "Forgotten Desert", suffered even more under the sunlight.
As the shadow of the sundial gradually moved, Andreas, the leader who was intently watching, forcefully struck the bronze gong beside him.
Clang—
The sacrificial ceremony officially commenced.
The raging flames had been ignited, and sacrifices were respectfully presented by the Dragon-men on the monolithic altar, meticulously chosen grains, live cattle, fruits... yet nothing irreplaceable.
And as the climax of this sacrifice.
After the bath, Angie, with her silver hair cascading down her back, wearing only a pure white linen robe, had her hands re-locked with bronze handcuffs inscribed with spells, and knelt on a large golden plate with her bare, fair feet.
She was solemnly lifted high above the heads of the crowd by four tall female Dragon-man warriors, delivered all the way to the altar along a wide avenue through the middle of the gathering.
In the somewhat bright sunlight, the entire body of the pure 15-year-old girl seemed to be enveloped in a misty Holy Light.
The residents of the Great Oasis lifted their heads, casting fervent gazes upon this holy lamb about to be sacrificed to the God.
However, in their eyes, they saw not a pitiful, innocent girl, but everything they yearned for, including this year's water sources, harvests, and healthy future generations.
The Dragon-men, living with scarce resources in the [Netherworld], held no extra compassion for other irrelevant people; after all, the one sacrificed was someone else, and the benefits belonged to them, wasn't it?
Even Dorok, who had been saved by Angie just yesterday, wore the same expression as those around him.
At this moment.
No one noticed that the white cloth robe on the girl seemed slightly more delicate than the normal craftsmanship level within the oasis. Moreover, as the golden plate moved, countless tiny particles were scattered along the way, covering the entire sacrificial plaza.
Kneeling on the golden plate, in the eyes of others, Angie seemed like a lamb waiting for slaughter, her gaze fixed on the fervent crowd, yet her face showed no expression.
During this time, the Tier 3 female Dragon-man named Leoni had been stationed outside the prison, giving her no chance.
However, when people gathered, the effect of using [Gentiana] might perhaps be even better.
Angie, having spent time mingling in places like military camps and pirate gangs, had absorbed from all she saw and heard, deeming these Dragon-men's defense network comparable to that of Primitive People.
As long as she could create large-scale chaos, causing the two Tier 3 leaders to be too occupied, with the top-tier version of "Venom" battle armor on her body, she was confident she could safely escape from here.
After all, no matter how strict and advanced, any defense system might harbor unexpected vulnerabilities without undergoing practical combat testing, not to mention these Dragon-men, whose formations were likely learned from the Atrean people.
The Dragon-man's sacrificial ceremony commenced on schedule regardless of anyone's will.
Angie did not scream or shout, displaying great compliance, quietly waiting for that chance.
A Dragon Vein Mage ascended the altar, holding a magic book densely covered with scales, chanting praises loudly:
"Supreme! Jet Black Dragon, the ancestor of the Dragon Vein, the noble Dragon King Nidhogg, guardian of the [Nether River]...."
The powerful magic book "Dragon Covenant", apart from serving as the core of the sacrificial ceremony, also recorded the names, habits, preferences, and public pacts of some existing powerful giant dragons (Tier 4 upon reaching adulthood).
As the chant proceeded, a grand and solemn atmosphere enveloped the altar, and the orange-red flames began flickering wildly, as if chaotic winds were converging here from all directions.
At this moment.
Everyone had already kneeled on one knee, bowing their heads deeply, including the guards of the altar and the two powerful leaders of Tier 3, without exception.
Possibly due to Angie's consistent cooperative attitude, no one believed that this cooked duck could still fly away.
"Opportunity!"
Angie's cold, large eyes gleamed slightly, her apparently simple cloth robe fluttered without wind, swiftly extending across her entire body, transforming into a deep blue "Venom" battle armor in a blink.
Apart from integrating power amplification, venom blade, venom armor, auto repair, basic intelligence, strain language, etc., it also possessed a powerful life support system and mimetic ability, able to flexibly transform into various clothing and equipment.
The original linen robe had long been broken down by "Venom" and transformed into the appearance of the robe.
Subsequently, the "Venom" on her wrists accumulated into the shape of a pincer.
Click!
The bronze handcuffs that suppressed extraordinary abilities snapped accordingly.
As Angie's petite figure gradually disappeared into the air, the power that had been sealed by the handcuffs was restored.
Flo—
Angie's eyes flickered with spiritual radiance, she mercilessly uttered a spell word brimming with infinite vitality.
[Witchcraft: Activated Plants]
An invisible light wave rapidly spread out from the center of the altar.
Plop, plop, plop....
Fast enough to hear the sound of flowers blooming.
Clusters of vividly colored modified [Gentiana] grew from beside each Dragon-man, and many even took root and sprouted on someone's clothing.
In an instant, the area before the altar turned into a sea of blue and purple flowers!
A peculiar fragrance filled almost every corner of the Great Oasis.
Sniff, sniff...
"What's this smell?"
The two leaders with the keenest sense of smell lifted their heads abruptly, looking towards their feet.
The next moment.
"Hahaha, Vice Leader Leoni belongs to me!!!"
With a shout from below the altar, the chaos erupted.
