The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 480 - 386 Baptism Ceremony, Games and Rules_2
The ceremony resumed.
The same group of young girls was present, and a new Black Mountain lamb was brought forward.
Lu Yuan watched the ritual unfold with a blank expression.
Young virgins and newborn lambs had always been the most preferred sacrifices in the rituals of the Evil God, with hardly any exceptions.
Lu Yuan knew that he had probably become a "freak" in the eyes of the Mosa elite.
Yet, as someone whose strength was rapidly approaching the pinnacle of power on this planet, he didn’t believe he could simply stand by and watch dozens of innocent lives be extinguished because of him.
Although these girls wouldn’t have to die this time, they might still perish in another similar ritual in the future.
Indeed... for these girls, they might have been more eager to die as sacrifices in the ritual.
Lu Yuan’s "compassion" was, in their eyes, ruthlessly stripping them of the supreme honor that was about to befall them.
The ritual concluded. The corpses and blood of the Black Mountain lambs stained the entire center of the metal plaza.
The enormous, mystical pattern was fully formed.
The young women wearing goat-head masks departed.
Lu Yuan distinctly caught several gazes filled with resentment, even hatred, from the departing young women.
His expression remained indifferent, as if he hadn’t seen them.
Within the giant billy goat’s skull quietly hovering at the center of the plaza, an ancient, mysterious consciousness was rapidly descending and awakening.
A faint, blood-red light glowed in the billy goat’s hollow eye sockets.
The Eleventh Throne had vanished at some point.
Two pillars of blood-colored light shot out from the skull’s eye sockets, landing directly on Lu Yuan.
BOOM!
Instantly, Lu Yuan’s mind felt as if it were struck by thunder.
His consciousness rapidly sank.
The baptismal ritual... had begun.
At the exact moment the pillar of blood-red light enveloped Lu Yuan and he closed his eyes, small black specks of light began to materialize in the void before him.
These black specks converged in mid-air, gradually coalescing into the form of a long spear.
I knew it...
Inside the conference hall, the Sequence Thrones watching this scene couldn’t help but laugh.
"He’s only qualified enough to become a Spear Holder."
In the Mosa Religion, members’ ranks were determined by the level of the tokens they held.
The lowest rank was the common Mosa Believer.
Above them were the Black Iron Spear Holder, Silver Spear Holder, and Golden Spear Holder.
Following those were the Black Iron Wheel, Silver Wheel, and Golden Wheel.
Above the Golden Wheel were the Sequence Thrones.
Every Sequence Throne had advanced through these ranks step by step.
The baptismal ritual was the first and most crucial stage in determining one’s initial rank.
The grander and more elaborate the baptismal ritual, the higher one’s starting rank tended to be.
Among the current eighteen Sequence Thrones of the Mosa Religion, some had expended vast fortunes on their baptismal ritual, having nine hundred ninety-nine young virgins slaughter each other to achieve the highest ritual standard, the "Martial Hunting Feast."
There were also precedents of sacrificing over a thousand kinds of living beasts, ultimately achieving the unprecedented Golden Wheel rank directly.
That individual also held the record for the fastest promotion to a Sequence Throne in the history of the Mosa Religion.
It saved an immeasurable amount of time, energy, and resources compared to other Sequence Thrones.
The Eleventh Throne had told Lu Yuan that the highest-standard baptismal ritual was prepared for him.
He hadn’t lied.
Forty-five virgins were the largest "subsidy" the Mosa Religion could provide for a participant in the baptismal ritual.
Typically, the living humans and beasts required for the baptismal ritual needed to be prepared by the participants themselves.
Lu Yuan, joining at short notice, was unaware of this, and naturally, no one had bothered to specifically remind him.
However, generally speaking, a ritual of this standard was considered quite sincere. Coupled with Lu Yuan’s own strength and potential, reaching the Tri-Colored Wheel rank—just below the Sequence Thrones—shouldn’t have been a problem.
It would have been a decent start.
They just hadn’t expected Lu Yuan to directly request no human sacrifices, thereby dragging the ritual’s standard down to the very lowest.
If he thought he could win the "favor" of the Will of the God of Martial Arts and Hunting solely through his "charm," then his upper limit would indeed be far too low.
As the Black Iron Spear was on the verge of fully forming, the assembly of Sequence Thrones in the conference hall seemed to lose interest in this baptismal ritual, and their conversation began to shift towards the "Ten Thousand God Temple."
「Meanwhile, on Lu Yuan’s side...」
The sound of ancient horns, the fluttering of war banners in a fierce wind, howls, the din of battle, the clash of weapons—Lu Yuan suddenly found himself on an ancient battlefield.
It appeared to be a conflict between two ancient tribes.
All around him were figures with blurred faces, wielding spears, swords, and bone clubs, locked in mutual combat.
Where is this?
Lu Yuan frowned. Looking down, he discovered that a rust-covered Black Iron Spear had appeared in his hand at some unknown point.
A figure wielding a large saber suddenly lunged, hacking violently towards him.
Instinctively, Lu Yuan thrust the spear in his hand forward fiercely.
The spear instantly pierced the figure’s chest. With a slight tremor of the spear, the latter immediately disintegrated.
When Lu Yuan retracted the spear, he noticed that after killing the figure who had tried to attack him, a sliver of power seemed to flow into his body.
The Black Iron Spear in his hand flashed with light, and a patch of rust on its shaft seemed to diminish.
Kill enemies, grow stronger, evolve the spear...
Lu Yuan struck again, slaying another opponent before him, thus verifying his thought.
He pondered. So, this is the so-called baptismal ritual?
Going with the flow, Lu Yuan threw himself into the battlefield before him.
He had practiced spear techniques and possessed the combat instincts of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Such primitive and savage battles posed no real challenge to him.
