The scream of the man in the corner pierced the hustle and bustle above the square, and the originally cheerful drumming stopped abruptly. I saw that Jiao's mouth was vague, and his knees trembled as if he couldn't bear the weight of his body. Ethan got goosebumps at him and his heart clenched. He probably guessed that the frightened horned man had escaped from the altar, and he must have seen what he had done during the time he was unconscious.
The realization made him tense, the urge to run made him sweat and his chest tightened. Tanissell secretly grabbed his wrist under the table, and the firm strength seemed to give him psychological support.
"What to do..." Ethan asked in a low voice.
Tanisel glanced at him and shook his head, "Don't panic."
The chief shouted an order impatiently, and the horned man finally stopped his howling, looked at the chief with a nervous frenzy, and murmured something. Ethan didn't understand, but the language parser in Tanethel's Scepter could translate those words into Earth.
Horned Man: "The Holy Key Festival was going well, until the human being was brought to the altar. There were endless evil things growing out of his back, some like the mouth of a giant worm, some like eyes, and some like paint The poisonous spikes. Those things are full of acid, and anyone who touches the skin will quickly rot. At first we thought it was a great wise man, but he didn't care who was a believer and killed everyone! He is Devil! It's a monster!"
Everyone in the room, including the three Ophiuchus humans opposite who understood the Horned Man language, were speechless in shock. The Great Chief glanced at Ethan with those eyes that were numb due to age, and then asked in a stern tone, "You mean, that human over there killed everyone?"
"It's true! He's not a human being! He's not a human being!" The horned man shouted hoarsely, leaning in the opposite direction to Ethan. If he hadn't been caught by the other two horned men, he would have escaped long ago. Many tall horned soldiers on both sides of the banquet stood up one after another, and all kinds of suspicious and hostile eyes swept towards Ethan and Taniser like waves.
"You read that right?" the chief's eldest son asked fiercely. The horned man was so frightened that he knelt down, pointed at Ethan and cried out, "My wife and brother were both killed by him! I watched him tear my brother in half!"
Ethan's body trembled a little, and his mind was a little stunned. It was as if that person was talking about someone else's business and had nothing to do with him.
He really didn't remember... his mind went blank.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense, and the nearby horns took out the cold weapons they wore one after another, or took out their firearms to aim at Ethan and Taniser. The happy and friendly atmosphere just now disappeared, and a pair of alert and suspicious purple eyes stared at the two of them, secretly murderous undercurrent.
Tanissell suddenly laughed. At first, he just lowered his head and his shoulders shook slightly. Then the laughter gradually grew stronger, as if he heard something funny.
"I've long heard that the Jiao Ren is a very xenophobic race, and it really lives up to its reputation. Do you usually interrogate prisoners like this and convict them on one side of the story?" The priest suddenly stretched out his scepter and pointed at the scars all over his body that were shaking like the wind. The horned man of the residual leaves, "Can't you see that this person has been scared stupid? If my friend Ethan is the horrible monster he calls him, why should I leave him alive and come back to inform? Why are you still still Stand here well? What's more, take a closer look at the human next to me." He stretched out his hand and pulled Ethan up, shaking his shoulders vigorously, "A scholar with no strength, can Kill any of you here? How can he kill the nearly 3,000 horned people who participated in the sacrifice?"
The words of the priest became more and more fierce from the back, like a sharpened knife piercing the hostility that surrounded them tightly. The horned people also seemed to be dubious, their eyes wandering between Ethan, the priest, and the horned man who was shouting at the priest angrily.
At this time, Roland also stood up and said to the Great Chief, "Is there any misunderstanding here?"
"Father, Dami won't make up such a story out of thin air!" The chief's eldest son stared at Taniser with unfriendly eyes.
Everyone is waiting for the Chief's decision. The cold but unfathomable eyes of the old horned man looked around Ethan and the priest for a while, and finally waved his hand tiredly, "Take the person to the last hole to take care of him, and let the healer Solo examine him. , to see if he is human after all."
As soon as the voice fell, two tall horned men standing at the top of Ethan's head stood behind him and pointed their guns at him. Ethan looked bewildered at Tanisel, who grabbed his hand reassuringly.
"Keep calm." Taniser urged earnestly.
Ethan understood what he meant. Now that the solution of the Sequence God's Egg has been used up, and how long his body will be stable now, no one knows.
He had to control his emotions, make sure he was no longer dominated by fear, and make sure he remained conscious.
The horned rebel army of the Great Chief has been hidden in the jungles and mountains that stretch for thousands of miles in the surrounding area of Anas. The terrain is complex and changeable, and there are many caves. Horn people have a special emotional attachment to caves and are accustomed to placing places of relatively important cultural significance in these caves that go straight into the mountainside. In addition to the Holy Blood Cave, which is specially used to hold live sacrifices, there are also caves specially used for storing supplies and forages, caves for religious ceremonies, and caves for burying the dead. The so-called last cave is a cave used to imprison criminals awaiting trial, such as a vertical crack hidden between the junction of two mountains. The air inside was humid, and there was the sound of water flowing in the dark depths. Going deeper, you can see stone chambers dug out from the stone walls in the dark, surrounded by strong iron fences. There is simple furniture behind the bar, and silent figures sitting or lying down in the dark can often be seen.
Casual speech is not allowed here, and violators may be beaten by guards, so the air is frighteningly quiet.
Ethan followed the guard in front of him with twice the width of his shoulders. The only light source was the round lamp with a cold blue light in the hand of the horned man. There is a similar lamp every far away that emits a depressing cold light, which not only fails to dispel the darkness, but makes it even more eerie.
The horned men were polite to Ethan and kept a distance from him. He was taken to a very spacious cavern in the deepest part. Unlike other cells, there was no furniture, but there were circles of strange runes on the ground, and the walls were covered with distorted tadpole-like fonts. There is a pair of iron rings in the center of the ring, which seem to be used to imprison the feet. A long chain was also dragged from both sides of the wall, with heavy shackles attached to the end of the chain.
Ethan looked at this strange prison and the rusty shackles, hesitated for a while and didn't want to go in. The horned man behind shot him in the back and pushed him in.
His hands were pulled to the sides, and his feet could not move. Ethan felt that the skin was rubbed and hurt, swallowed uneasily, and asked, "How long are you going to lock me up? What if I want to go to the toilet?"
The horned people didn't seem to understand what he said, they glanced at him with a look of disgust and went out.
Ethan sighed deeply, why is there always no way to escape the fate of being locked up? He felt like there was some kind of power behind him that kept trying to keep him locked up.
He didn't know what those horned people would do, and by now, he had given up on himself.
Gradually he began to feel tired. The days of running around and so many happenings made his mind seem like a fog. He is so tired, he wants to rest...
No matter what, it doesn't matter if you die. As long as he can take a break... catch his breath... or never catch his breath again....
Then the door opened, and a tall, lanky male Alpha man in a dark red robe with silver rubies wrapped around his corners walked in. His aura is different from the horned people he has seen before, his expression is too calm, he lacks the bloody aura that horned people always have, and the eyes that look at people from their own eyes are more mysterious and dark. He was holding a large rectangular box in his hand, and behind him some horned people who seemed to be underage were either carrying incense or carrying some boxes.
The lanky man came to Ethan and did not stand still, but like a beast pacing back and forth around its prey, it slowly circled around Ethan.
"My name is Solo, and I am the healer of the Anaslanto tribe. I have been ordered to determine whether you are the messenger of the Great Wise Ones or the minions of the Abyssal Ones." The Horned Man said in the eloquent Earth language.
Ethan looked at him feebly. His legs were sore and his wrists seemed to be bleeding. The blood that came out was pure black.
Since when did his blood stop being red
He was in a trance, as if he was drunk. He felt many hands ripping off his clothes, and his body was being touched and evaluated by cold, fluffy palms like buying meat in a vegetable market.
"There is no obvious trauma, but there are many fresh scars on the back of the neck, and there are some black bloodshot marks on the back." The man who claimed to be Solo said this, and another little horned man was writing on a transparent tablet.
They took measurements all over his body and touched his bones, but there was nothing out of the ordinary except for the suspicious bruises on his back. They even radiographed his whole body, and they couldn't see anything out of the ordinary either.
Solo took the blood from his fingertips, intending to take the test. Ethan knew they might see the extra set of chromosomes in his blood, but he was numb. He was even glad that it was finally over.
However, the Horned Man obviously has no intention of leaving. He opened the huge rectangular box he had brought, and inside lay a very old parchment-covered paper book. There is no name on the cover, but some oddly twisted triangles are printed.
The ancient manuscripts, the yellowed and brittle paper, the thin fibers seemed to turn into ashes and scatter as long as they were touched. It was already a product of innumerable centuries ago, perhaps from ancient times, or from ancient times that are even older than ancient times.
"If you are really a messenger sent by the Great Wise, then you should like what is written in this book very much. If you are abyss, you will be extremely miserable. But if you are just an ordinary person." Solo said , the slender face contorted into a weird and dangerous smile, "Then you may become a lunatic."