“Puff, puff, puff~”
Heads fell to the ground one after another, and the blood that kept flowing out quickly solidified into dark red plasma, covering the entire deck.
The sticky ground was very uncomfortable to step on, but no one cared because the number of people was decreasing as the sacrifice continued.
"Buzz~~" The chainsaw that was almost covered by plasma stopped, and it stopped when it wanted to turn back into a prosthetic limb.
Charles covered his head and looked down, only to find a piece of human bone stuck in the chainsaw. This was why the chainsaw could not be changed back.
He reached out and pulled off the bone fragment, threw it into the sticky blood plasma, then stumbled back to the stool behind him and sat down.
"Ah... Damn it! This feeling is so uncomfortable, ah!!" Charles, with a painful expression, raised his blood-red iron hand and hammered his forehead continuously, each time heavier than the last.
"Do you need me to get some paralyzing potion? This should help alleviate your symptoms." Linda asked with her arms folded beside her.
Charles shook his head. "No, this is a critical moment. Taking anesthesia will affect your judgment. Don't stop. Continue with the next wave. Linda, this time you and Grace will be included."
"Okay, got it." Linda nodded calmly, grabbed Grace's hand and walked towards the bloody magic circle in front.
As the two chatted, they followed the other chosen sacrifices to clean up the corpses on the ground. The magic circle was once again rubbed clean by the blood and needed to be redrawn.
This time there were no longer three people, but eight people in total, including Linda and Grace. They gathered in a group and recited the strange spell on the paper.
Suddenly, one of the young men with a turban stopped and struggled to pull out a green fishbone more than one meter long from his cervical vertebrae.
"What are you doing! You suddenly stopped. So many people are waiting for you. Do you feel ashamed?" Linda followed the other sacrifices and glared at the man with obvious dissatisfaction.
The young man waved his hands repeatedly, smiled bitterly and apologized to everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that thorn is a relic that I used to save my life. If I don't pull it out, I might not die. I was inconsiderate and didn't take it out in advance. I'm really sorry."
"Okay, sit down quickly and continue the sacrifice." Charles, in pain, flicked his left hand lightly, and the steel prosthesis turned into a chainsaw and began to rotate. The blood splashing from the chain splashed onto Lily's hair.
But Lily ignored him and stared at the person sitting cross-legged in the magic circle.
Those people began to chant in a low voice, and their voices became louder and louder. Just as their expressions gradually fell into madness, Charles suddenly interrupted them. "Wait, eight people is not good, it's better to get one more."
The eight people complained in low voices one after another. No matter who interrupted twice, they were dissatisfied. Grace pouted her lips.
Charles covered his head and scanned the crowd, but after looking around, he couldn't find the right person. "Forget it, let's go with Lily."
Charles said as he reached out and grabbed Lily next to him and threw her over like a ball.
Lily, who was caught by Grace, looked at Charles and hesitated to speak, "Mr. Charles, I..."
"What's wrong? If you want to say something, just say it quickly. Don't dilly-dally. I have a terrible headache right now."
"Mr. Charles, I don't want to leave first. If possible, I want to go with you."
Seeing Lily's pleading eyes, Charles stood up and walked over. "Hey, there's really nothing I can do about you. Well, I'm too lazy to endure this kind of pain. Dipper, you take over my affairs."
"Yes, Captain!" Dipper pulled out a black thorn with great interest.
Then Charles took a copied paper and read it with Lily who was standing on his shoulder.
The sound was getting louder and louder, and his expression was becoming increasingly crazy. In the dimness, he felt a force pulling him upward, as if a big hand was pulling his soul towards the black figure.
A little nervous, Dipper tightened the black thorn in his hand, waiting for the final moment to come.
"It's just killing someone. Why are you so nervous? It's not like you haven't killed before." Odric said to him with a smile.
"This is the captain's order. I have to do it well, otherwise he will be angry."
"It's okay, don't be afraid, he is also included in this sacrifice. When he dies, he won't scold you anymore."
Hearing what Audric said, Dipper was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's true. My worry is unnecessary. Blind man, with so many people being sacrificed this time, I don't think I can handle it. You can help later."
"No problem. We have such a good relationship, so of course I have to help."
As the two talked, the sacrifice ceremony came to an end. Dipper stopped talking and slowly approached Charles' back holding the black thorn.
He raised the weapon in his hand and stabbed it hard into the aorta in Charles' neck.
Just as the black thorn was about to touch Charles' skin, an unbearable feeling of tightness suddenly came from his brain. The hair on the back of Charles' neck stood up instantly, and he instinctively shook his neck slightly backwards.
With a "pop" sound, the black thorn as hard as iron pierced Charles' neck obliquely, and the tip of the thorn came out from the other side.
Then, a sharp pain came over me, and the tight feeling in my head disappeared instantly.
It was as if a bomb had exploded in Charles's brain, and everything inside was in a mess.
Dipper was about to pull the black thorn out of Charles' neck, but Charles's steel prosthetic arm held it tightly, making him unable to move.
At this moment, Dipper's scaly face was full of anxiety, "Captain, please let go quickly. If you don't pull it out, you won't die at all!"
"Why should I die? Why is there such a strong smell of blood? What on earth am I doing?"
Just as Charles was thinking about these questions, he saw that across from him, Odrick was raising an axe and chopping hard at his wife Linda.
Without any time to think, Charles' heart moved, and more than a dozen transparent tentacles rose from the deck in an instant, blowing Odric away into the dark sky nearby.
Charles quickly kicked back, kicked Dipper behind him away, and stood up under the surprised gaze of everyone around him.
Looking at the strange magic circle on the ground, the pile of miserable corpses beside it, and the giant black figure in the distance, Charles' expression gradually became terrified.
"This... What on earth is going on? Why would I bring my crew here to die?"
Charles recalled his memories and found that he seemed to have lost all fear of death. Sending Lily to death seemed as simple as letting her go to breakfast alone.
(End of this chapter)