MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 122 covered in wounds

In the short time when An Wujiu left the tower and went 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.

borrow.

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

The eyes of the townspeople were filled with fear, suspicion, and even more disbelief at the situation in front of them.

An Wujiu 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 by his neck, and his neck would be pierced just a little bit.

But An Wu Jiao is a person 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.

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

& nbsp; with a weak prey.

An Wu blame is not just a prey, on the contrary, he is the best disguised hunter.

Their resistance, An Wujiao is not surprising, killing the leader means destroying the core of the upper class here, shaking the foundation of the nobles, they will not let a guy who claims to be a **** destroy it lose aristocratic status.

“I know you don’t trust me.” An Wujiu’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 could not believe it, but the first warrior had appeared. He was holding a giant stone axe in his left and right hands. Slashed at his shoulder!

An Wujiu was wearing a white robe, when dodging, he was like a spirit butterfly, light and agile, the deadly stone axe was as heavy as a mountain, no matter how many times it was swung, it couldn’t hurt him.

In such a cold snow, the opponent was wielding a stone axe with sweat on his forehead. , the other party fell to his knees with a bang.

When the others saw this, they only felt that the glory of their flower crown warriors was damaged, so they rushed up together angrily. .

The townspeople who were far away could not see it clearly, only the gray afterimage of the stone spear and the snow-white boy could be vaguely seen in the fighting armor, the most common stone spear was like a spirit in his hand The utensils, the front thorns are lifted up, recycled and rotated, shining under the heavy 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 Wugui'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 Wujiu stood in the wind and snow, and the cold wind blew his long hair away, just like the picture and the perfect **** in the stone carving.

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

An Wujiu didn't speak, only to hear a townsman not far away suddenly kneeling on the ground, prostrate on the icy snow, shouting: "Master God of War, you really The incarnation of the sun god."

The sun **** is the **** of war.

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

"Yes, according to legend, the sun **** and the rain **** will choose a lucky person, possess him, and convey the oracle for us, it seems that this is true, it is real of."

"Yeah, besides the God of War, who else has such a powerful power!"

An Wujiu is not familiar with the legends here, each of them has encountered different NPCs, and different NPCs will give different hints, if they want to come to the altar, they should have given similar clues , so as to imply that they were going to replace faith, only to be bumped into by themselves.

He turned his face and glanced 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 Wujiu stood there.

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 and look directly 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.

The "screams" they heard when they went up the mountain to sacrifice and the faint cries of children appeared in his mind.

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 using flesh and blood to flatter the so-called so-called God, that's why there is such a ladder that leads to the temple with blood flowing into the river.

But An Wugui 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."

"Your sins are irreparable, only the endless snow can whitewash it all."

He said these words with certainty and certainty in the face of the people who had surrendered to him with a high-level attitude. 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 **** sacrifices and stop your sins."

An Wujiu paused slightly, he felt that the wind seemed to have calmed down a lot, and there seemed to be less snow falling.

It seems that the elimination of **** religious traditions here is the real solution to the second goal of this game.

He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, bent down and picked up the stone axe of one of the warriors, over the severed heads and limbs, and walked up the steps leading to the temple step by step, every step under his feet It was blood that was about to freeze, a sacrifice that he could not save in time.

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 shook, their eyes full of struggle and incredible panic.

An Wujiu said to them, and to the citizens of Water City: "Stop the slaughtering crown of flowers, 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 in 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 this, 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. Yes, the dying sun.

These miracles made An Wujiu gain the trust of everyone. This grand ceremony made them believe that the sun **** really came to the world and brought 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.

He now knows that there are often festivals here, and many sacrifices are killed each time. The festival, on that day alone, thousands of people died.

The chiefs 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 by one to feed the people of the city , and those parts that cannot be swallowed by them are handed over to the precious beasts raised by the nobles.

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

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

Because they believe that the louder the children cry and the more tears, the more rain will come in the coming year. They sank the children into the lake, and the rain **** 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 snow city is actually a **** city shrouded in primitive religion.

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

At the moment when the sky is about to darken, An Wu Jiu can only cancel the ritual first and let all the townspeople go home.

The slaughter and sacrifice between priests is stipulated by the altar, An Wujiu thinks that he may not have the right to stop it, but he simply cannot 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 who stayed in the tower and prayed according to the altar regulations, 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 Nanshan, who is using magic to fight against this strange huge force.

It's that evil **** again.

An Wujiu ran over holding the injured arm, Nan Shan didn't turn her head, her 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 still looked uncontrollably 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 Wujiu's heart suddenly felt a little pain, he turned his face and tried to force Wu You out of the formation, but the moment he hugged Wu You by the waist, the blue light seven-pointed star Suddenly a huge tentacle appeared in the center of the , it was almost like a burst of light, An Wu Jiu couldn't dodge it!

Like a sharp knife, it stabbed directly into An Wu Jiu's heart.

And it didn't even take a second.

An Wujiu couldn't feel the pain, he lowered his head and could see his blood falling on Wu You's body, a lot of blood, and he could also see the slender blue tentacles piercing the robe and The skin, penetrated into his chest cavity, as if to disembowel him like a fish and take out the heart.

A powerful force suddenly appeared in his body, as if for self-protection, the force collided with the tentacles that penetrated into his body, the two forces were like two planets colliding, in An Wu Jiu The body collided and burst, almost exploded.

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

"No fault!"

Nan Shan's voice was very vague, many strange and strange words echoed in An Wujiu's mind, like the repeated babble of his father before his death, and countless images of memories flooded into his brain. In the middle, it was like an unstoppable blizzard, a pain that could not 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 Wujiu 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.

Tired.

At the moment when she was touched by the tentacle, An Wujiu looked back at her short and long life, the years are short, only twenty years, but the pain is so long .

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

And then very lightly, kissed the palm of his hand.

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

He luckily thought 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 again, 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 is completely uncontrolled, and can carry out this sacrifice clearly and calmly, but it is precisely because of this that he would be extremely painful.

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

Take the knife and hold your hand high.

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, destroying 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, pressing his chest against his chest, trying to block him at the last moment.

An Wujiu didn't know that this was the only way to go, three people had already been cut open and their hearts taken out here, he knew that he had tried his best to make Shen Ti the exception .

He really ran out of options.

An Wujiu held the sarcophagus with his hands a little hesitantly, got up, and separated from Shen Ti, a large amount of blood poured 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.

And what happened next made An Wujiu 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 whole mountain in an instant, so grand that it almost devoured everyone. But even so, nothing is nothing.

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

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

An Wujiu, who lowered his head halfway, wiped his face with his **** hands, turned his head, and hooked the corner of his mouth, with a relaxed attitude.

"Sad?"

An Wujiu's smile made Nanshan return to the time when he first changed.

"Why should I be sad?"

"Nan Shan, he failed." An Wujiu 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, and 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 Wujiu's heartache at the moment, or he can only empathize with this one percent.

"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 knows that Nanshan can't persuade him, no one can persuade him, An Wujiu is not only unacceptable because of Shen Ti's sacrifice, but also the fact that he has 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.

An Wujiu 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 extraordinarily cold, and his body was stained with An Wujiu's blood.

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

In 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.

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

It will last till the end.

An Wujiu stood on the spot, for the first time he felt that he really couldn't hold on.

A stone in his heart fell, but it hit his heart 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 can survive, how long can he live, even this human body is incomplete, maybe It suddenly disappeared one day.

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

The holy voice reminded him repeatedly.

"An Wujiao, you must now return to the temple and wait for the call of the altar."

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

"Never blame."

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

An Wujiu sneered.

"It's up to you how you want to punish. I only have so little health left.

He didn't care to finish saying this, and he simply rebelled to the end, stepped into the sarcophagus regardless, lay down with Shen Ti's cold body, and held his hand.

"Fortunately I'm a grave keeper."

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

"I'll watch over you, sleep."