No one noticed anything strange here, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ring to appreciate this battle that was destined to end quickly.
"First."
At this time, Ronan's energy had been exhausted, and he had neither the power nor the need to lament the passing of life. He only noticed that as the fire of this person's life burned out, some kind of magical element grew in the altar.
The elemental content is too subtle to notice significant changes. But with the first one, there will be the second, third... or even many more.
Within the scope of mental induction, the relevant numbers are constantly increasing. The accumulation of wonderful elements does not increase, just like a certain paint ratio, changing from light to strong.
This is the color of death.
The blood will eventually drain out. If the bloodletting is performed at the same time, then the corresponding death from exhaustion will come almost at the same time.
Those who fell now are only the first batch.
Ronan never thought about killing anyone, just as he didn't think about saving anyone at this moment. He must focus on the frame of the altar, on the subtle changes brought about by the penetration of new elements.
The death of each individual is a challenge to the "supply" of the burning fire cloud. But from the perspective of the overall structure, the addition of "death pigment" has formed a complementary situation of "one goes down and the other goes up".
The latter cannot provide energy, but builds a new structure within the framework, like a bridge, leading the sacrificer to untouched levels.
From the frenzy of life to the deep silence of death.
Whether it's the Human-Faced Spider or Raven, including Ronan, they all touched this straightforward yet profound realm.
Ronan was in a trance, and the pressure of information that was almost clogging up was suddenly wiped away in the deep silence of death.
A lot of information has value at the "level of life", but when it enters the "realm of death", it is meaningless. The blending of life and death is like a filter that filters out many things.
This can be regarded as a kind of realization, but it is only at a very shallow level.
Especially compared to Raven...
When the realm of death opened to them, Ronan discovered that Riven was incredibly sensitive to this realm, so much so that it far surpassed Ronan and the Human-Faced Spider. Every loss of life can bring her new gains.
Ronan felt in a trance that Raven seemed to have come to him, watching side by side with him the extinguishing, disintegration, and evolution of each fire of life on the four stands, and obtaining information from it that he could not yet understand.
But on the other hand, Ronan could not have discovered this information originally, but because of the existence of Ruiwen, he was able to gain early access to it.
He didn't know what it was for, but one thing was clear: Raven had discovered and harnessed the power of death in a way that even the Spider could not.
Because of this, the balance in the center of the altar was suddenly broken!
The levels of Raven and the Human-Faced Spider are still rising accordingly. However, the situation at this time is that every time the Human-Faced Spider steps up one level, Riven steps up two levels. In just a few breaths, the endogenous power that sharpens and promotes each other is on the verge of collapse!
The rules of sacrifice are: whoever becomes the weak will become the sacrifice!
The human-faced spider made an ear-piercing scream. This was a situation created by it. It put itself on the altar, but ended up becoming a sacrifice.
But its survival instinct drives it to struggle. Even if it is destined to perish, it must not be the first!
Ronan watched this scene, seeing the burning fire cloud becoming more and more noisy, the spectators in the fighting arena shouting and roaring, and also seeing the sharp stars shining in the darkness, and the spider demon struggling to death.
Inexplicably, he didn't have any emotional fluctuations, as if he was watching a pantomime that had nothing to do with him, or maybe it was just a formula arranged on paper.
It's not that he has lost his emotional function, but that he simply has no room for emotion. Maintaining the framework of the altar consumed all his energy.
At this moment, a message from Baoyan arrived: "Reconnaissance, I'm in the VIP room... Damn it, big lizard!"
The long-billed monster lizard began to move. It slowly turned an angle and determined the best route for hunting. According to its habits, it was about to attack.
Just then, Baoyan rushed into the VIP room and knocked out the contact person who was about to scream in horror. From that angle, he saw everything that happened in the field and shouted a reminder.
"Speed up, don't get distracted!"
Ronan's message was extremely calm and peaceful.
Baoyan was obviously suffocated, but he still listened to his words, ran into the secret passage of the VIP room, and ran towards Jack's location.
Ronan did not pay special attention to the actions of the long-mouthed lizard, because at this moment, his overwhelmed mind had automatically adjusted its divisions and divided them into two parts:
Within the frame and outside the frame.
The former is primary and the latter is secondary.
The priority to solve is undoubtedly the situation within the framework; as for the situation outside the framework...it should also be solved inside the framework!
What a wonderful dichotomy.
As soon as he thought about it, the dark chain buzzed and trembled, and flew out across the air, aiming directly at the long-mouthed monster lizard.
Ronan didn't know if he could control this deformed mutant. His goal was not set so high. All he did was use his unique method to bring things outside the frame into the frame.
As for entering it, whether to become a priest or a sacrifice, who knows
The long-mouthed monster lizard started up. Amidst the hoarse roars from the surrounding stands, its thick limbs swung rapidly, and it easily stepped onto the one-meter-high boxing ring. Its giant body swam in the air, and its huge mouth that could bite steel opened. Charge towards Raven.
Ronan watched all this coldly. The dark chain had penetrated the head of the long-mouthed monster lizard. The wonderful connection was established. For him, the long-mouthed monster lizard was not attacking Riven, but his altar frame. .
Not a collision... just a jump!
Realistic level, spiritual level and emotional rendering are all intertwined. His altar frame truly penetrates all levels and stands majestically.
Raven still didn't open her eyes, but she clearly felt it. At the critical moment when there was no time to react, he staggered his steps and used an extreme dodge to pass the front of the long-mouthed monster lizard.
Faced with the impact of a high-speed truck, no one has to hide.
The spectators were not disappointed: hiding is good, coming and going is exciting.
The cheers in the stands were like a landslide and a tsunami, but in this roar, a long and weak "hiss" sound inexplicably penetrated everyone's ears.
The long-mouthed monster lizard was staggered away from Raven. Its huge body was almost as long as the ring. It may have rushed too fast and lost control. After landing, it couldn't stop the car and jumped directly across the ring. It stumbled straight towards Rush past the side and rear stands.
Seeing the terrifying aberration rushing toward him, knowing that he could not hit the wall, the spectators who were closer to the ring, especially the beauties who were responsible for adding to the atmosphere, still screamed half-seriously.
But halfway through, the screaming turned hysterical.
The giant beast, which was more than five meters long and weighed more than 800 kilograms, had a body as black as steel. It shrank at a speed that people could see, shrinking suddenly.
The bones supporting the body also lost their hardness, and the limbs were broken one after another. They just slid on the ground and hit the protective wall with a roar.
Without any struggle, the cold pupils behind the huge eyelids had been eroded into two huge black holes.
The long-mouthed monster lizard collapsed on the ground. In just two or three breaths, its back, neck, head, chest and abdomen... large areas of skin and flesh fell off one after another, and in the blink of an eye, only the dense skeleton still wrapped in blood vessels and connective tissue was left. The tragic defeat and death will be presented to everyone in the most bizarre and cruel form.
Ronan finally confirmed: Oh, sacrifice.