During the short time An Wujiu left the tower and went to the red house, he considered countless possibilities to completely pull out this cannibalistic belief.
But none is what he thinks can actually be achieved.
Those beliefs are already deeply ingrained, in their minds they are even higher than their own lives, there is no force that can wear down the influence of beliefs, An Wujiu is very clear, the only thing he can do is to borrow.
The probability of success is not high, and it is likely to be countered, but he can at least try with his steel frame.
The blood smeared on the wide sleeves of his snow-white robe, and dripped onto the snow along the back of his hands, blurring a large swath of red.
There was panic and doubt in the eyes of the townspeople, and there was even more disbelief in the situation in front of them.
An Wujiu stood where he was, and heard the sound of armor behind him. As a gust of wind passed by, he nimbly dodged his head sideways, and the sharp stone spear almost pierced his neck, almost piercing his neck.
But An Wujiu is a person who has been trained since childhood, and his speed and strength are far beyond ordinary people. After dodging, he stretched out his hand to hold the front end of the stone spear, kicked sideways, and kicked away the strong warrior who was trying to sneak attack him.
Turning his wrist, An Wujiu turned around, holding the off-white stone spear in his hand, spun around in mid-air, and stuck it in the snow.
Behind him was an entire army. There were at least twenty or thirty strong warriors wearing tiger and leopard skins. They were staring at him, as if they were staring at a weak prey.
But An Wujiu is not the prey, on the contrary, he is the best disguised hunter.
An Wujiu was not surprised by their resistance. Killing the leader meant destroying the core of the upper class here and shaking the foundation of the nobility. They would not let a guy who claimed to be a god destroy the status of the nobility.
"I know you don't trust me." An Wujiu's beautiful face was extremely cold, he weighed the spear in his hand and pointed it at the soldiers, "Together?"
At first some warriors were puzzled and couldn't believe it, but the first warrior had already appeared. He was holding a huge stone ax in his left and right hands. He was burly, and he rushed towards An Wujiu, and the stone ax in his hand slashed hard at his shoulder. !
An Wujiu was wearing a white robe, his figure was like a butterfly when he dodged, he was light and nimble, the deadly stone ax was as heavy as a mountain, no matter how many times he swung it, he couldn't hurt him at all.
In such a cold and snowy field, the opponent was sweating because of swinging the stone axe, An Wujiu was too lazy to deal with him, so he used the spear as a long stick, and quickly hit the opponent's chest, abdomen and knees, and went down two or three times, and the opponent fell to his knees with a bang land.
Seeing this situation, the others only felt that the glory of their Flower Crown warriors had been damaged, so they all rushed forward angrily.
The townspeople hiding away couldn't see clearly, they could only vaguely see the gray afterimage of the stone spear and the snow-white boy in the armor of the battle. The most common stone spear was like a spiritual weapon in his hand. Spinning, shining in the snow and the light of day.
The soldiers fell one by one, and there were not many left. The last one tried to stand up and attack, but he just cut the rope that tied An Wujiu's hair. He turned around and pressed the sharp point of his spear against the opponent's throat.
All the fighters were brought down by him, but none were mortally wounded.
An Wujiu stood in the wind and snow, his long hair was blown away by the cold wind, he was no different from the perfect god in the picture and the stone carving.
This is the god of war, sun god, and savior they imagined.
Before An Wujiu could speak, he heard a city resident not far away suddenly kneel down on the icy snow, shouting: "Lord God of War, you are really the incarnation of the sun god."
It turns out that the sun god is the god of war.
An old woman next to the man also knelt down, her expression was very excited, and her cloudy eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
"Yes, it is said that the sun god and the rain god will choose a lucky person, possess him, and convey the oracle to us. It seems that this is true and exists."
"Yeah, who else can have such a powerful force except God of War!"
An Wujiu is not familiar with the legends here. Each of them has encountered different NPCs, and different NPCs will give different hints. I think they should have given similar clues when they came to the altar, so as to hint them to replace the belief. I just ran into it by mistake.
He turned his face and exchanged glances with the last soldier who was sneaking up in front of him. The other soldier immediately put down his weapon, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head in surrender.
"Master God of War."
Just like that, all the townspeople big and small in the snow knelt down one after another, and only An Wujiu stood here in the wilderness filled with white.
He withdrew the stone spear in his hand, and looked at everyone indifferently, "The blood moon and blizzard during this period are punishments for you, all the citizens of Water City."
The kneeling citizens did not dare to raise their heads to look directly at him, so they could only bow their heads and ask: "Please make it clear that we have always dedicated our most precious and best things to you, and all the gods, we..."
"God doesn't need your hearts." An Wujiu said coldly.
The "screams" they heard when they went up the mountain to sacrifice and the faint cries of children appeared in his mind.
He knew that everything he said now almost subverted the imagination of these people. Perhaps since their birth, these beliefs have been rooted in their hearts. They are used to using flesh and blood to flatter the so-called gods, so there is such blood. A ladder that flows into a river leading to the temple.
But An Wujiu always wanted to try.
"All the sacrifices you have offered are full of blood, hearts, limbs, bones, the lives of prisoners of war, and the cries of children. These will only aggravate your own original sin."
"There is no redemption for your sins, which can only be whitewashed by endless snow."
He faced the crowd who surrendered to him with a lofty attitude, and said these words with certainty and certainty. His voice seemed ethereal in the whistling wind and snow, and his silver bones were exposed in the flowers of turned flesh, shining under the reflection of the snow, as if he really was the light of a god.
"Stop this bloody sacrifice, stop your crimes."
An Wujiu paused slightly, he felt that the wind seemed to be calming down a lot, and there seemed to be less falling snow.
It seems that outlawing the bloody religious tradition here is the real solution to the game's second goal.
He bowed his head, pondered for a moment, bent down to pick up the stone ax of one of the warriors, and walked over the severed heads and limbs, step by step up the steps leading to the temple. Every step under his feet was covered with blood that was about to freeze. He failed to save the sacrifice in time.
He raised his hand, swung the heavy stone axe, and chopped off the shackles that bound the prisoners.
The pupils of those prisoners of war swayed, and their eyes were full of struggle and unbelievable panic.
An Wujiu said to them and to the residents of Water City: "The crown of flowers that stops killing, it should be a real crown of flowers and peace."
He threw down the stone axe, looked at the snowflakes that were gradually disappearing in the sky, and looked at everyone.
"Dedicate to all the gods the harvest of food, fruits and flowers, works of art and sincere hearts that you have created with your talent and wisdom."
"The sun will rise as usual."
After hearing these words, the townspeople also gradually raised their heads. They saw the wind and blizzard fading away, and they also saw the sun gradually appearing behind the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Although it was incomplete, it was a sun that was about to pass away.
These miracles allowed An Wujiu to gain everyone's trust, and this grand ceremony made them believe that the sun god really came to the world, bringing them the apocalypse of survival.
An Wujiu ordered them to release all the prisoners of war and bury all the "sacrifices" who were killed. When he knew that these prisoners of war were citizens of neighboring cities, he used the leader's body as a token to ask them to bring them back to their territory, sign a truce agreement, and make the so-called crown of flowers disappear forever.
Only now did he know that ceremonies were often held here, and many sacrifices would be killed every time. When the pyramid temple in front of him was repaired, an extremely grand ceremony was held here. On that day alone, Thousands of people died.
The chiefs and nobles stood at the top of the pyramid and in front of the gate of the temple, took out the heart of the sacrifice, decomposed the body, took off the flesh and blood, and went down step by step, and gave it to the people of the city to eat, and those who could not be swallowed by them Some of them are precious beasts raised by nobles.
This is the "food" in the mouth of Yasia's husband, the food that the leader will bring back.
They would sacrifice young innocent children, the same mountain road they had walked so many times, and the children would cry as they went up the mountain because of their imminent death, which is exactly what they wanted.
Because they believe that the louder children cry and the more tears they have, the more rain will come in the coming year. They sink the children into the lake, and the Rain God will be moved by this cruel sacrifice.
Even in this extremely tall pyramid, the skulls of past sacrifices are neatly stacked in each layer of stones.
This clean and beautiful snow city is actually a bloody city shrouded in primitive religion.
An Wujiu tried to destroy the priests offering sacrifices here, but he didn't know where to start, and every citizen he asked could not interfere with the priest's behavior.
When the sky was about to darken, An Wujiu could only cancel the ceremony and let all the city residents go home.
The slaughter and sacrifice among the priests is stipulated by the altar, An Wujiu thought that he might not have the right to stop it, but he simply couldn't do it and watch Shen Ti being sacrificed.
He seized the time to return to the tower and reached the second floor, but the scene inside surprised him.
Those who stayed in the tower and prayed according to the regulations of the altar, their eyes turned blue, and every part of their skin was covered with strange blue patterns.
The circle and seven-pointed star on the ground are like a seal, trapping them who have lost their will and consciousness, as if everyone has become an empty shell.
The only one who was awake was Nanshan, who was using spells to fight against this strange and huge power.
It was that evil god again.
An Wujiu ran over while supporting his injured arm, Nan Shan didn't turn his head, his fingers were imprinted, he knew that An Wujiu had returned, and it was very difficult to talk to him.
"Quick, Wu You..."
An Wujiu understood what he meant, but his eyes still looked uncontrollably at Shen Ti who was lying on the ground. Shen Ti has lost consciousness, but there are no blue glowing patterns on his skin, it is green, and those green patterns seem to be really moving, and the white robe seems to be hiding some weird tentacles.
An Wujiu's heart suddenly felt a little painful. He turned his face and tried to force Wu You out of the formation, but the moment he hugged Wu You by the waist, a huge blue light heptapod suddenly appeared in the center. The tentacle was so fast that it was like a burst of light, An Wujiu couldn't dodge it!
The top of the tentacle is a big mouth that can be opened. There are three layers of sharp teeth. Blame my heart.
And it didn't even take a second.
An Wujiu couldn't feel the pain. He looked down and could see his own blood falling on Wu You's body. There was a lot of blood, and he could also see the slender blue tentacles pierce the robe and skin, and penetrated into his chest, like It was to disembowel him like a fish and take out his heart.
A powerful force suddenly emerged from his body, as if to protect himself, that force collided with the tentacles that penetrated into his body, the two forces collided like two planets colliding in An Wujiu's body, almost explode.
An Wujiu fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"No fault!"
Nan Shan's voice was very vague, and many weird and strange words echoed in An Wujiu's mind, like his father's repeated babbling before his death. Countless images of memories flooded into his mind, like a scene that stopped. The unstoppable blizzard is a dense pain that can't breathe.
A burst of green light shielded him, the tentacle was ejected, the tip was full of An Wujiu's blood, but failed to take out his heart.
Even so, the bruised An Wujiu still did not fall down, he stood up with difficulty, staggered, and carried the unconscious Wu You out of the light formation.
In the next second, the seven-pointed star on the ground disappeared, together with all the blue rays of light.
He handed Wu You to Nanshan, and knelt down beside Shen Ti.
so tired.
The moment he was touched by that tentacle, An Wujiu recalled his short and long life like a fleeting horse. The years and months were short, only twenty years, but the pain was so long.
An Wujiu took Shen Ti's cold hand and covered his face with it.
Then very lightly, kissed his palm.
The other controlled people also gradually woke up, the lines on their faces faded, and at dusk, a red sunset appeared in the sky.
He luckyly thought that he could change the sacrifice tonight, but things went against his wish, a sarcophagus suddenly appeared, Shen Ti's body floated up, and finally sank into the icy sarcophagus.
"All surviving priests, please start your evening sacrifice today."
It was the same rugged mountain road again, the heavy sarcophagus and gradually drowsy consciousness, the only difference was that this time An Wujiu didn't hear the children crying, only the lonely cold wind.
The top of the mountain was very cold, An Wujiu seemed to have adapted to the power in his body, this time he was completely out of control, and he was able to carry out this sacrifice clearly and calmly, but it was also because of this that he was in special pain.
He can only give his lover's life clearly.
The others are different from him, they are all "performing their duties" under the control, the strange and ritualistic sacrifice begins, the obsidian sharp knife is right in front of him, An Wujiu picks up the knife, holds it high hand.
But the next moment, he threw it under the cliff.
An Wujiu came to this world naked, and there is almost nothing left.
What god, what sacrifice, he will never compromise.
But even so, even though An Wujiu had destroyed the knife, the obsidian sharp knife came back in the next second.
From the valley to the top of the mountain, this wandering stone knife shone with blue light all over its body, like an inescapable ghost.
The blue flame ignited ragingly, burning away the last sliver of reason in An Wujiu.
"Give me your anger, your pain, your fear!"
He hugged Shen Ti's body subconsciously, pressing his chest against his chest, trying to block him at the last moment.
It's not that An Wujiu doesn't know that this is the only way to go. Three people have already had their bodies cut open and their hearts taken out here. He knows that he has tried everything he can to make Shen Ti an exception.
He really did everything he could.
The stone knife paused in mid-air, plunged down, pierced through An Wujiu's back, pierced through the gap between his ribs, and sank into Shen Ti's chest.
An Wujiu supported the sarcophagus with his hands somewhat hesitantly, stood up, and separated from Shen Ti, large swaths of blood poured out from his own ribs, but he seemed to have no time to feel the pain.
Because he clearly saw Shen Ti's skin and bones being cut open by an invisible blue light.
Misty water accumulated in the sour eye sockets, and the picture of the lover being divided in front of him unexpectedly gave out a hazy and weird sense of beauty.
And what happened next made An Wujiu wonder whether he should be surprised or expected.
Shen Ti didn't have a heart to sacrifice at all.
His chest was empty, as if it was really just an empty shell, a beautiful statue.
An Wujiu's suspicion was finally verified in this way, in a way that almost drove him crazy.
The blue flame suddenly became angry and burned the entire mountain in an instant, so magnificent that it almost swallowed everyone. But even so, no is no.
When the others woke up, Nanshan never expected that An Wujiu would kneel in front of Shen Ti, laughing wildly at his corpse, like a complete lunatic.
Nan Shan was afraid that there was something wrong with him, so she walked over and knelt down, holding An Wujiu's shoulder, trying to make him stop looking.
"No blame, the game is not over yet, don't be too sad."
An Wujiu, who lowered his head halfway, wiped his face with bloody hands, turned his head, and hooked the corners of his mouth in a relaxed gesture.
"sad?"
An Wujiu's smile brought Nan Shan back to the time when he changed for the first time.
"Why should I be sad?"
"Nanshan, he failed." An Wujiu stood up, almost crazily pulled Nanshan up, "Did you see? He didn't get what he wanted."
Nan Shan looked at his tearful eyes and the beautiful blood-stained face in front of him with complicated emotions.
An Wujiu's shoulders sank slightly, and a tear rolled down his face.
"I'm not upset at all."
There is no expression, no emotion can be read on his face, his eyes are empty, but Nan Shan understands An Wujiu's heartache at this moment, or he can only empathize with this one percent.
"Let's go back first." Nan Shan put his cloak on him, "Your hands are purple from the cold."
An Wujiu just stood there.
"Go back first and take good care of Wu You."
Wu You stood not far away, looking at them.
He knew that Nanshan couldn't persuade him, and no one could persuade him. An Wujiu was not only difficult to accept because of Shen Ti's sacrifice, what was even more difficult to accept was the fact that he had no heart at all.
Even an outsider like him was shocked and incomprehensible.
Wu You still took Nan Shan away.
"You have to go back early." He said to An Wujiu.
An Wujiu nodded like a normal person, and even told him in a normal tone, "Be careful on the road."
When going down the mountain, Wu You felt extremely cold, his body was soaked with An Wujiu's blood.
"Did you see it?" Wu You's voice trembled a little, "Brother Wujiu's injuries are already so serious, his hands are not healed yet, now there are injuries all over his arms and chest, and his clothes are all stained red. It's going to die like this."
At the end, he still choked up, but not far away he admitted that he wanted to cry, and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Nanshan took him into his arms for the first time, hugging the sad Wu You at the foot of the mountain.
"It's okay." He patted Wu You's back lightly, "Wu Jiu is very strong, and will last till the end."
Will last till the end.
An Wujiu stood where he was, feeling for the first time that he really couldn't hold on.
A stone fell from his heart, but it hit his heart heavily, making him gasp.
He has accepted the fact that Shen Ti is not human, but now he is asked to accept that Shen Ti has no heart.
How long can such a body last? Even if he wins the game and survives, how long can he live? Even this human body is incomplete, and it might disappear suddenly one day.
The night gradually emerged, and the scarlet blood moon still returned to this land.
Shengyin kept reminding him repeatedly.
"An Wujiu, you must return to the temple now and wait for the call from the altar."
An Wujiu didn't respond and turned a deaf ear.
"An Wugui."
Shengyin repeated again, "You are now a foul, please return to the temple, otherwise you will be punished."
An Wujiu sneered.
"It's up to you to punish me however you want. I only have such a little life left, and I can punish them all if I want to."
After he said this indifferently, he simply rebelled and stepped into the sarcophagus without hesitation, lay down with Shen Ti's cold body, and held his hand.
"Fortunately, I'm a gravekeeper."
An Wujiu kissed the back of Shen Ti's hand, smiled and closed his eyes.
"I'll watch over you, go to sleep."