I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 268 - 118: The Voice Resounds in All Directions
"Aside from the Yanran Division, no other tribe has such powerful armored soldiers. Look at those red-armored people, the evil qi on them soars to the sky; how many Xiaoyang have they killed to accumulate this!"
"I think it’s Luo River!"
"Didn’t you see the war chariots? They say it’s from the Luo River Bo Division outside."
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"Could it be the Jishan Bo Division behind us!"
"Look quickly, so many Xiaoyang at the back!"
"My goodness, could they have killed so many Xiaoyang!"
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The sacrificial tripod cauldron on the war chariot landed directly on the high platform at the front of the clan hall.
The clan soldiers that followed pushed forward thousands of captured Xiaoyang prisoners.
These thousands of Xiaoyang had faces filled with ferociousness, and eyes brimming with terror and unease.
"Human Race, how dare you massacre us, we Xiaoyang will be at odds with you till death!"
"Damn it, I am a descendant of Muo Yan, you will endure the wrath of my Muo Yan Division for killing me!"
"Damn it, only we Xiaoyang can slaughter your weak bodies, you’re seeking death!"
The bound Xiaoyang race roared loudly, constantly struggling to escape their restraints.
"Who will act, and use the blood of Xiaoyang to sacrifice to the spirits of our ancestors?"
Shen Can stood in front of the sacrificial tripod cauldron, surveying the gathered figures from all sides.
At this question, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, with many people lowering their heads.
"Crazy, crazy, to dare use Xiaoyang for sacrifice, isn’t this clearly inviting Xiaoyang to take revenge?"
"This is how it should be, Xiaoyang captures our Human Race as sacrifices, Xiaoyang should also be sacrifices for our Human Race, come on, hurry up and kill."
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"Is this person so reckless, do they not know this will anger the Xiaoyang?"
Among the crowd, two figures leaned into each other, looking towards Shen Can.
"Even when Yanran Division started, they didn’t dare to massacre Xiaoyang like this, where did this tribe come from?"
"No wonder the clan chief asks us for help, doing this, if Xiaoyang remains indifferent, how can they still govern their subordinates!"
The Human Race Tribe hasn’t avoided capturing Xiaoyang as sacrifices, but in Ji land, only Jishan and Yanran divisions dared to do so.
Other tribes were still afraid of Xiaoyang, catching at most a couple for the sake of it during clan sacrifices.
But this tribe had captured at least two or three thousand at once, which was truly shocking.
Can you withstand the revenge of the Xiaoyang race!
"I think it should be this way, Xiaoyang tribes dare to capture Human Race for sacrifice.
Were it not for these tribes being so timid and indecisive every day, how could Jishan become like this, being dragged down by this group of useless tribes."
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"I will!"
After a moment of silence, someone leapt out, drew a long knife, and charged at the Xiaoyang prisoners, slicing off a head with one swing, splattering blood all over himself.
"Kill!"
The intense scent of blood stimulated this person, who brandished the broadsword and began chopping again.
"Kill Xiaoyang!"
Figures charged out from the crowd, both men and women, with knives, spears, hammers, and clubs all striking the Xiaoyang prisoners.
The Xiaoyang prisoners being escorted up saw this scene, each one shouted loudly, their eyes filled with terror.
"So Xiaoyang can feel fear too!"
Seeing the terrified expressions of the Xiaoyang, and hearing their wails, the gathered clanspeople around constantly joined in this sacrifice by killing.
Amidst the tumultuous bloody scene, memories surged in the minds of those present.
A few years ago, each of them had family, kin, and a tribe; Xiaoyang’s southward march changed all of that.
Xiaoyang killed their kin, so they had to kill back.
An eye for an eye, blood for blood.
These Xiaoyang had their heads sliced off, and even pierced through with long spears was not enough; people started to gnaw their blood bones incessantly.
Outside the sacrificial tripod cauldron, Shen Can chanted incantations in his mouth, using his fingers as a pen, stirring the blood aura emanated from the Xiaoyang corpses to compose witch talismans.
This was his first attempt at creating witch talismans in this manner.
One after another, the blood-colored witch talismans lit up, collectively forming a blood wind in the air, quickly swirling in the square at the front of the clan hall.
Buzz!
The blood wind surged towards the sacrificial tripod cauldron, and at this moment, a buzzing sound echoed, reaching the ears of countless figures around.
One by one, figures raised their heads and looked, seeing indistinct figures emerge in the blood mist on the sacrificial tripod cauldron.
"Sacrificial Spirit!"
"Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit!"
The sharp roar echoed, the voice directly screamed until it broke and went silent.
"Thud!" "Thud!" The sound resounded as the tribespeople knelt toward the direction of the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron.
Under the attack of Xiaoyang Nan, most of the breached tribes were small, and the Sacrificial Spirit was merely a legendary existence to them; only the Upper-class Tribe had the capability to summon the Sacrificial Spirit.
At this moment, amidst the blood mist generated by sacrificing more than two thousand Xiaoyang offspring, Witch Talismans lit up, stirring gusts of bloody wind.
Within the blood wind, wisps of red airflow, glistening with Witch Talismans, surged into the Sacrificial Artifact.
This was Wish Power.
In a short time, Shen Can felt waves of Wish Power flowing like a tide, pouring into the Sacrificial Artifact.
On the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron, the silhouette of a middle-aged senior gradually turned red, with a glow that seemed to contain a heartbeat, making him feel a strong wave.
"It’s working!"
Shen Can gazed at the swirling Xiaoyang blood aura, his eyes lit up.
These remnants who endured Xiaoyang slaughter had pent-up resentment within; now they had a vent, like a mountain fire, it suddenly exploded.
Wish Power surged like a roaring fire, intensifying and spreading.
Above the Sacrificial Artifact, the middle-aged senior exchanged a glance with Shen Can and nodded.
Then, he took a step forward, and the roaming blood aura collapsed beneath his feet, emitting a dull humming sound.
Like this, the middle-aged senior walked step by step into midair, and the kneeling silhouettes below all looked up, their eyes filled with excitement.
With the protection of the Sacrificial Spirit, they wouldn’t be annihilated by Xiaoyang again!
Rumble!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the blood aura around the middle-aged senior surged, and a chill descended from above.
The kneeling tribespeople were somewhat startled.
"Since when could apostates who forsake our ancestors enter our Human Race Tribe!"
Boom!
In an instant, a flood of blood aura emanated from the middle-aged senior, coalescing into a Flood Dragon interwoven with blood and azure.
With a lift of his hand, the Flood Dragon roared towards the sky, transforming into dozens of Blood Dragon shadows in the air, sweeping in all directions.
Ah!
Screams of anguish followed.
In the crowd, a silhouette instantly disintegrated into a mist of blood.
Upon seeing this, other silhouettes among the tribespeople sprang up, wildly rushing outside the city, their concealing attire shattered, emitting a strong smell of decay and stench.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
But before these individuals ran far, one after another, the blood-colored Flood Dragons slammed into them, turning into clouds of blood mist raining down.
This shocking scene left the surroundings in silence.
After taking action, the middle-aged senior swept his gaze around, and a few silhouettes in the crowd shrank back slightly.
Buzz!
Next, the middle-aged senior’s body shook, and by lifting his hand, strands of blue light pierced through the blood mist, landing on each child.
The kneeling women, seeing the blue light enter their children, immediately reacted.
"The Sacrificial Spirit bestowed its blessing!"
Subsequently, the middle-aged senior re-entered the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron.
Shen Can spoke, "Stand up, everyone. How can our Human Race Tribe be without an Ancestral Temple? Would we let the Sacrificial Spirit dwell in the open air?"
With those words, the crowd immediately understood.
Someone stood up and ran home, "I have a beautiful jade at home, willing to serve as a foundation stone for the Sacrificial Artifact."
"I have freshly hunted Wild Beast meat."
"I..."
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In just one day, an Ancestral Temple rose up within Three Fire Race City, the materials sourced by dismantling other buildings in the city.
Everyone pitched in, no one slacked off, enthusiasm running high.
Whatever stone the Ancestral Temple needed, they would dismantle the respective building.
Inside the Ancestral Temple, various sacrificial offerings piled up like mountains—jade, beast meat, animal hides, bronze artifacts, intricately carved jade plates, and so on—countless in number.
A continuous stream of Wish Power, flooding in from all directions like hundreds of rivers pouring into the sea, surged into the Ancestral Temple.
This scene persisted for six to seven days before it ended.
Within days, tales swiftly spread of the Ji Land Xiaoyang’s fallen region, the hidden clan behind the Three Fire Division escorting the Sacrificial Spirit into the Clan Land, and sacrificing three thousand Xiaoyang for the rite.
The Ji Land Tribe heard of it, all astounded.
Ten days later.
War Envoys from Jishan Bo Division, Yanran Division, and several others came to visit.
Even the identities of the War Envoys from Jishan and Yanran Divisions were somewhat surprising, as they were directly the Martial Artists previously spying within the Three Fire Division.
Subsequently, countless refugees from Scattered Divisions sought to join the Three Fire Tribe from all directions.
