After hearing the content of the cult priest's prayer, Duncan immediately stopped his action of cutting off the soul projection and returning to the Lost Homeland.
He looked at the masked priest who had just finished his frenzied prayer as if he were a fool, and saw the knife in his hand that seemed to be carved from obsidian raised high. He looked at the believers around the altar getting excited one by one, and chanting the name of their "Lord" in unison, chanting the "real sun god" who, according to the legend, had fallen for many years and was torn into pieces.
They wanted to offer their "sacrifice" to the sun god, and the specific method was to offer the heart of the sacrifice.
Now Duncan finally understood where the tragic scene in the cave came from and what the crazy and evil deeds of these cultists were.
Then, he saw the masked priest take a step towards him, and a layer of dark flames suddenly appeared on the surface of the obsidian knife held high in the other's hand.
This eye-catching supernatural phenomenon instantly made Duncan curious. He wondered whether this knife was also some kind of "abnormal" item, and whether the priest in front of him was some kind of "special human" who could harness extraordinary powers. He wondered how many special humans like this there were in the civilized society of this world, and what kind of social roles they might play.
At the same time, he watched expressionlessly as the small knife burning with black flames stabbed down and pierced straight into his chest, making a hollow muffled sound as if it had pierced through several layers of rags.
The flames burned inside for a few times but didn't burn anything.
On the totem pole behind him, the blazing fireball suddenly emitted a series of disturbing crackling explosions, and the explosions seemed to be mixed with some kind of tearing, dizzying noise. Duncan vaguely felt as if something was emitting from the fireball. It was a cold and crazy "touch" that he found difficult to describe, not only because the senses of this temporarily occupied body were dull, but also because this feeling was beyond any of his previous perceptual experience - he only knew one thing, in this world where extraordinary phenomena really exist, the priest's sacrifice ceremony in front of him was undoubtedly in big trouble.
The abnormal change of the "symbol of the sun" on the totem pole immediately attracted the attention of the believers closest to it. With a few suppressed exclamations, the scene quickly quieted down from the frenzy. Even the two black-robed men who were clamping Duncan's arms on both sides seemed to be frightened by something. They loosened their hands in fear and knelt down in fear to the totem pole. The priest holding the obsidian knife froze in place. He still kept the posture of holding the blade, but stared at the face of the "sacrifice" in front of him. Through the opening in the mask, Duncan could see a pair of eyes that were in confusion and chaos.
Duncan pulled the corners of his stiff mouth and finally forced out a strange smile. He slowly raised his right hand and placed it on the priest's hand holding the obsidian knife. Wisps of green flames flowed and penetrated like water, slowly wrapping around the knife.
Almost instantly, Duncan felt the "feedback" from the knife, but strangely, the feedback felt weak and empty, as if the knife was just some kind of shoddy imitation with only a little bit of "borrowed power" contained in its hollow shell.
But to him, it didn't matter whether the knife was a replica or not.
He smiled at the priest and said slowly, "I have two things to say."
The next moment, the priest felt that the connection between himself and the obsidian knife was suddenly interrupted by some external force. His sincere and fanatical belief in the sun god was cut off as if it had hit an indestructible barrier.
"First, I have a big heart - you see, it's this big."
Duncan tore off the cloth that was already tattered and now cut by the knife, revealing a shocking big hole. Through the terrible hole, the priest presiding over the sacrifice ceremony could even clearly see the scene behind Duncan.
“Second, try to avoid offering expired food to your Lord.”
Duncan gently pushed the priest's hand away. For some reason, after he wrapped the obsidian knife with green spiritual fire, the priest in front of him seemed to have lost most of his strength all of a sudden, so that even with his weak limbs, Duncan could easily push the tall and strong priest away.
After being pushed away, the priest seemed to react suddenly. He was overwhelmed by fear and anger. His muscles trembled, and he raised his hand to point at Duncan, as if he wanted to restore order in the sacrificial field with a loud shout: "Resurrected filth! This is a resurrected soul! You have desecrated this sacred sacrificial ceremony! Filth... Which audacious necromancer is behind you?! Aren't you afraid of the power of the sun?!"
"I don't understand what you are talking about," Duncan said casually while looking at the obsidian knife in his hand and feeling the weak power feedback from the knife. Then he looked up at the priest in front of him and listened to the crackling noise coming from the totem pole behind him. A bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind, "But I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity."
After saying this, he suddenly raised the obsidian knife in his hand, pointed at the masked priest and said loudly in front of the black-robed believers who were still in a state of confusion and fear:
"Oh, the most holy sun god! Please accept this sacrifice on the altar! I offer you the heart of this sacrifice, and I hope you will return it from blood and fire!"
The next second, he saw flames suddenly rising from the obsidian knife, and the cold touch emanating from the totem pole behind him suddenly gathered and pointed at the masked priest not far away. Duncan saw that the priest suddenly showed a look of fear, and he seemed to want to leave the platform immediately, but the knife was faster than him -
The knife flew directly out of Duncan's hand. It was pulled by some invisible force, wrapped in blazing black flames and faintly winding green fire, and pierced straight into the priest's chest. Amid the latter's shrill screams, the cult leader's chest was pierced directly, and his heart turned to ashes in an instant.
The next second, the knife returned to Duncan's hand, and in this back and forth, the little power contained in it seemed to have finally been completely exhausted.
It is known that there are two people within the sacrificial range of the cult's altar, one with a heart and one without a heart, and today a certain evil god wants to taste one of their hearts, asking - who will lose the heart
Of course it has to be the one with the heart.
But even if this logic is valid, the smoothness of the whole thing still exceeded Duncan's expectations. He didn't expect that his imaginative "attempt" would actually work. It was not until he saw the evil cult priest fall down that he turned his head to look at the totem behind him, which had regained its calm, and muttered in a strange tone: "So as long as the words are right, it doesn't matter who gives it?"
The fireball on the totem pole certainly would not answer his question, but the cultists around the altar had obviously reacted by now. Great panic was inevitable, but in addition to the panic, some fanatical believers burst into anger, and this anger even exceeded the fear they had felt when the totem appeared before!
Several cultists closest to the altar reacted first. They shouted the name of the sun god and rushed towards Duncan. These bravest believers soon led more people. A large group of people in black robes rushed up as if they had lost their minds. Some of them even took out the daggers and daggers they carried with them from under their black robes.
Duncan was originally planning to shout "I will dedicate all the hearts on the altar to the sun god" to test the appetite of this strange evil god, but when he saw that some of the cultists who rushed up actually took out a revolver from his arms, he immediately gave up the idea. Considering the time it took for the sacrifice ceremony to take effect and the law of "accurate and fast within seven steps", he simply gave the middle finger to the cultists and cut off the projection state of his soul.
Let these lunatics continue to be crazy, he is going back to the Lost Hometown.
At the same time, on the vast ocean, a rhythmic sound of footsteps sounded on the deck of the Lost Homeland.
Alice, the doll wearing a gorgeous Gothic dress, left her room and came to the door of the captain's room.
This time, the gorgeous wooden box did not follow the doll lady, but was left in the room by her.
The captain said that she could move freely in the cabin below the deck or walk around on the deck. If she didn't understand something, she could come directly to the captain's room to find him.
Alice remembered it clearly.
(It’s time to recommend a book! The first book I recommend is “The Salted Fish Prince of the Ming Dynasty” from Shan Xia Xiao Dao Ren. Here’s the introduction:
Zhu Yijing, grandson of Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty and biological son of Empress Kangning, looked at his proud elder brother, his second brother who knew how to make choices, and his biological mother who had no expression and was impossible to understand... Well, it seems that he has nothing to do with it
So, the young man wore the shameful hat of a time traveler with peace of mind and began his life of eating and waiting to die.
Until a bowl of chicken soup arrived.
“Ahahaha! Chicken soup is here!”)