I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 280 - 124: Sacrificial Spirit Awakens, Keep Going!
The great victory at Yang Mountain Ruins Market resulted in a pile of Xiaoyang corpses stacked like a mountain, and the captured Xiaoyang captives numbered over thirty thousand.
These Xiaoyang, suppressed by the Blood Sea Guard, were being marched towards the Three Fire Division step by step.
Inside the Ancestral Temple of the Three Fire Division.
Sacrificial Artifacts stood in great number, forming nine tripods and eight gui vessels.
An elder in his middle age, relying on surging Source Power, reformed the body of the Sacrificial Spirit.
Thus, Shen Can specifically returned to the Blazing Flame Headquarters Division to bring the Sacrificial Artifacts there.
The sun rose.
Shen Can walked out from the Ancestral Temple.
When the Ancestral Temple was built, the foundation was specially elevated three zhang above the ground, so upon emerging, he could overlook the gathered tribe members below.
The tribe members who had gathered long ago, many carrying offerings prepared by themselves, shouted upon seeing Shen Can appear.
Repeated sacrifices had cleansed the tribe members’ scattered thoughts, and the gathered Wish Power became purer.
Today, Shen Can wore a Sacrificial Robe embroidered with Witch Patterns, with numerous carved jade accessories hanging from the wide robe.
Subsequently, from the side halls flanking the main hall of the Ancestral Temple, emerged one Witch Priest after another.
These Witch Priests were temple attendants from the Blazing Flame Headquarters Division, who had been taught some witchcraft by Shen Can.
As for how effective the witchcraft chanted by these Witch Priests was, it didn’t matter.
The important thing was, with the addition of these ten or so Witch Priests, the entire sacrifice appeared more solemn.
At this moment, the dozen or so Witch Priests began chanting ancient and obscure spells, while the sound of horns echoed around.
This invigorated the gathered tribe members.
"Bring the offerings!"
The sounds of wailing and cursing followed, as teams of Xiaoyang captives were escorted forward.
Due to the large number of Xiaoyang captives taken this time, they were brought up in batches.
Among the Xiaoyang martial artists captured in the great victory at Yang Mountain Ruins Market, there weren’t only common Xiaoyang clansmen with mixed surnames, but also a considerable number belonging to branches like Xiaoyang Qiu Yin, Muo Yan, and others.
After a great defeat, the spirits of these Xiaoyang were nearly crushed, their eyes full of terror.
Especially the branch clan members of Xiaoyang, who were frequently used as offerings in the past and were well-acquainted with such scenes.
But to become offerings themselves this time, and paraded before the Human Race, was beyond their imagination.
"Human Race, our Xiaoyang Division will flatten this tribe of yours completely, grinding you into flesh!"
"I carry the blood of Qiu Yin, my grandfather is an elder of the clan, you..."
"Ancestral spirits of Xiaoyang, save us, for the Human Race dares to use our Xiaoyang as offerings, this is an affront to the dignity of our ancestors."
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The Xiaoyang captives being brought up roared and struggled in vain.
Those captives loudly proclaiming their lineage from Qiu Yin and Muo Yan were pulled from the mass and pressed first on the stone steps below the Ancestral Temple.
There was no choice, their cries were too loud, leaving them as part of the crowd was an affront to the Xiaoyang branches.
"I’ll do it!"
Immediately, a tribesman stepped forward, drawn his blade, and walked towards the Xiaoyang captives who had been separated.
Puh! Puh! Puh!
Thereafter, other surrounding tribe members also began to act, Shen Can casually cast a spell, and the Xiaoyang blood flowing on the ground was swept into misty blood clouds spreading around.
Kill! Kill!
The blood mist spread, stimulating many tribe members, making them recall their relatives murdered and devoured by Xiaoyang.
In the swirling blood mist, Shen Can delineated runes, which shone with brilliant blood light.
After the first batch of Xiaoyang captives fell to the ground, the second batch was pressed forward.
The ground stained with blood and the mist clinging heavily instilled terror in the legs of the incoming Xiaoyang captives, fear filling their eyes.
"No!"
"Spare me, I am willing to be a dog of the Human Race!"
"Ha, even Xiaoyang fears now, return my son’s life!"
"Puh!"
The blood mist thickened and formed blood-colored cyclones, whirling madly within the Ancestral Temple.
The chants of the Witch Priests grew more urgent, and the tribe members present became increasingly excited.
The surging Wish Power and blood energy formed a torrent, flowing into the Ancestral Temple and into the nine tripods and eight gui vessels.
Within the nine tripods and eight gui vessels were two Sacrificial Spirits: one formed from countless residual souls, and the other was the predecessor from the murals.
At this moment, the two Sacrificial Spirits were like whales, devouring the Source Power from the Three Fire tribe members.
"Kill!"
In the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron, the mural predecessor suddenly let out a long howl.
The gathering of residual souls from the Sacrificial Spirit Group also burst into the sound of clashing weapons and battle cries.
Originally mostly mindless residual spirits, now, under the influence of the chaotic Wish Power mingled with Xiaoyang blood energy, their faint, lost bodies began to solidify.
Even though their faces remained hazy and their bodies couldn’t fully form, the sounds of killing continuously echoed.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The rising and falling battle cries united into a vast War Intent; countless shadows, although bearing only instinctual awareness, still performed the motion of relentless slashing.
"Kill! Kill!"
Compared to the residual spirits, the mural predecessor’s ripples were clearer at this moment.
He waved his arms, continuously shouting for the kill.
"Lord Yong attacking Xiaoyang, conquered within half a year, stabilized the Ancestral Land, and returned by crossing the Giant Mountain!"
"Yong... decreed... as a Lord... stabilize the Northern Border, to act as the vanguard, crossing mountains while... succeeding..."
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"Destruction... of the Ancestral Land, stabilizing the Xiaoyang branch..."
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At this moment, Shen Can entered the Ancestral Temple, his Divine Sense feeling the tempestuous waves from the Sacrificial Artifacts.
With the scattered waves of Divine Sense from the mural predecessor, he also sensed, through his Divine Sense, scenes from murals.
Among them a mural depicted countless armored soldiers gazing up at a Giant Mountain; clouds gathered, and the leading figure stood tall as a mountain, standing atop the peak, looking northward.
