.2, beating heart

The sacrifices of living people in the Mazka continent have always been extremely barbaric and cruel - in short, they are to dig the heart, peel and eat living people.

Accompanied by the tsunami-like cheers, the living offerings painted in blue on this towering pyramid were first broken by an axe or a stick, and then four low-level priests stepped forward, grabbed the unlucky limbs, lifted him up and put him on the jade altar, and tried to stretch his body as far as possible.

Next, the most barbaric and disgusting scene. Tecumse, who was in charge of the ritual, held the obsidian dagger for rituals and stabbed the captain's left chest and ribs. He pulled out the steaming flesh and blood, reached out to reach into the chest, grabbed the heart that was still beating, and threw it into a beautiful plate made of gold. Another black-robed priest with a strange face respectfully took the plate, skillfully pinched the fresh heart, and applied the blood on the heart to a relief statue with the black hawk totem drawn...

The entire sacrificial sacrificial ends here, and it seems that it is no different from the real Mazka Continental Totem Blood Sacrifice, but if you are lucky enough to go around the back of the relief to take a look, you may find a black six-fingered palm engraved there, and a faint smell of evil is scattered - this is the evil emblem of the Lord of the Undead!

When the beating heart was dug out, the other priests immediately swung their axes and twitched the sacrifice that was still convulsing and not yet completely dead, then kicked the bones off the altar and rolled all the way to the foot of the pyramid along the high stone steps. Several assistants who were waiting there quickly ran up and inserted their heads on an upright spear. The bodies covered with blue paint were randomly placed in piles--According to ancient customs, the skin of the sacrifice should have been peeled off on the spot and put them on the main priest, so he was wearing a fishy fresh human fur robe and sang and danced with the masses. However, Tkumse could not stand the disgusting feeling, and the object of this sacrifice was actually not the gods who asked for perverted local gods. So he was sloppy and then he was over.

The human leather robe can be omitted, but he also cannot stop the onlookers from watching according to ancient customs, scrambling to cut the body into small pieces, and taking it home to cook it into stew... In the context of the current general famine, this behavior not only represents receiving the gift of God, but also has the practical significance of supplementing animal proteins, and Tekumse can only let it go.

Pieces of blood-stained meat were passed in the hands of the fanatical people, and the people around the square cheered. With a burst of rapid drums, the priests began to deal with another unfortunate sacrifice...

The sun gradually sets westward. The plates in the heart have changed one after another. The skeletons at the foot of the pyramid have gradually piled up like mountains, and the blood like streams flowed down the steps... When the old and weak Tkumse felt that he was unable to continue when he was dealing with the sixth sacrifice. He stuffed the dagger to a priest and sat back on his own. He rested half-closed his eyes. However, the slight screams and the pungent smell of blood still made him feel restless.

By the time Tekumse stood up again, the sun was about to set. Under the bright red sunset, not only were the four steps of the pyramid covered with broken limbs, but the square had already flowed into a river. More than 100,000 citizens were still walking quietly among the skeletons piled up like mountainous skulls. They used small knives to cut off the flesh on it. Although compared with the Mayans and Aztecs who often slaughtered tens of thousands of people to worship gods, the Incas rarely had such a large scale of thousands of people, in essence, it was no different.

In this land of ignorant and pious faith, various cruel blood sacrifices have long become an important part of people's daily life, and cannot be easily interrupted by decades of impact on foreign civilizations.

Looking at the cruel scene of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and the plates of corpses stopped beating, Tecumse felt a hint of regret in his heart. Because there were nearly a thousand sacrifices that had not had time to go to the pyramids. According to the practice of the Mazka mainland, sacrifices must not be carried out at night--even though Glazt, who was worshipped, did not require such a request--this means that tomorrow morning, as the Holy Black Hawk High Priest, he had to take the exercises himself again... Thinking of this, he felt his scalp numb. However... Tecumse glanced at the young man mixed in the priesthood team, wearing a black wide-brimmed hat and a yellow trench coat. Seeing him nodding and smiling at him, the regret in his heart could not help but disappear a lot.

As long as you can successfully please the noble Lord of the Immortal Lord, assist your army in turning defeat into victory in desperate situations, killing the plateau again, and resisting the intervention of the elves and gods. His Majesty the King of the Mountain does not mind violating his moral code. Kill more prisoners of war to hold sacrifices. He does not mind dirtying his own hands several times---As a king, he often acts involuntarily and has to make choices.

He sighed, stretched his body slightly, and then walked back to the castle again in the guards' huddle. Although Tijuanaco is a royal territory, it did not build a gorgeous palace. He fought in other places for many years. In fact, he rarely patrolled the enclave in the deep plateau center. As a result, when he retreated here, he could only live in the ancient fortress on the lakeside with the soldiers... and moved in at the same time. There were also a group of uninvited guests with ulterior motives...

"Respect Your Majesty, the King of the Earth, and my Lord is very satisfied with your dedication of the Earth offerings this time. And I hope that both of us will continue to cooperate happily in the future!"

As soon as he walked into the living room, Tecumse saw the young man in black hat and yellow cloak waiting at the table. He raised his wine glass to greet him. Another beautiful woman in a red dress also stood up from the chair to greet him. He gave him a graceful dress.

"Oh, is that right... Dear General Oukai, a total of six thousand healthy and strong sacrifices, a total of six thousand lively hearts. It is time to satisfy the Lord of the Immortal! But the batch of arms you sent to make me really not satisfied!"

Tecumse complained to the two guests while taking off the bulky dress he wore for the celebration with the help of his attendant.

The traditional king costume he wore was not only inlaid with gold, silver, pearls and jade, but was also woven from nearly ten thousand goshawks, peacocks, peregrine falcons and flamingo feathers. Although luxurious is luxurious enough, every move is like a peacock with an open-screen cushion. It is simply difficult to move. Especially the giant feather crown with an exaggerated shape is not only half a person tall, but it will lose balance when walking if you are not careful. It is also woven so dense that it is not airtight. After being sung in the sun for more than half a day, Tecomsey felt dizzy and about to get heatstroke.

However, what made him feel even more dizzy was the pile of messes sent by Ou Kai.”

"...Of the more than 200 sniper rifles you sent me were scrapped with rifles; more than 1,600 smoothbore rifles came from at least 150 origins and more than 70 calibers, some of which seemed to be handmade and rusted. Fifteen bronze field guns actually came from fifteen different countries around the world from the Xianglong Empire to the Naserir Empire, and the production date of each door was older than the old man, and there were only two doors in total and could barely be used... How to do logistical support in such a mess? What I need is to quickly equip a new legion's standard equipment, not an exhibition that can open a museum of Weapons!"

Waving the list of goods tanned with devil's skin, the King of the Mountains roared violently at the special envoys from the Abyss, "What makes me even more angry is that we have provided 6,000 sacrifices on time, but no matter which type of military supplies you provide, they cannot match the terms of the agreement!"

"I won't talk about those with a relatively small number gap. In the agreement, we only received two of the 180 Japanese knives, but they were still rusted, and all the rest were washed away; I only received twenty-three barrels of sixty barrels of gunpowder, and they were either damp and wormed or mixed with sand and gravels. There were even two wooden barrels filled with sand and no even a single penny of gunpowder was filled with gunpowder. The two thousand bottles of healing potions were urgently needed.

I didn't send it, but I gave me a bunch of iron chains, urns and ceramic washbasins; and I don't know where the reserved alloy spears, battle axes and swords went. Nineteen more ancient iron golems have experienced at least a thousand years of history... You don't know. As the Sun Goddess rested, most of our wizards have lost their mana. Humph. Where should I go to find a magician to manipulate these seriously outdated and clumsy things?"

He snorted coldly and slapped the list on the table, "In view of your irresponsible performance, we believe that the Lord Wu's obviously lacks necessary sincerity in this cooperation. Until a reasonable explanation is obtained on this matter, I do not think there is any need for continued cooperation between us!"

After hearing Tkumse's righteous and angry accusation, General Oukai's ordinary face twitched slightly, and then he showed a helpless and bitter smile.

Neither he nor Glazt would have any intention of breaking up with the Incas when any plan had not yet begun to be implemented. Moreover, he believed that under the terror of the Lord of the Undead, the demons who handled this matter did not dare to embezzle and deduct it so blatantly-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

But... this "second devil like a devil" couldn't help but start to have a headache again: unlike the strict discipline and strict hierarchy of hell demons. In the abyss that represents chaos, no matter how many orders the above are, torture, and torture, killing chickens and monkeys, as long as the guy who executes the orders is still a demon, their innate chaotic nature will still make everything a mess. Even if they are asked to make military orders in advance, it is still meaningless-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Therefore, he and his equally rational boss, His Highness Glazt, were so angry that he was so angry that he was so full of chaos in the abyss that he was so angry that he was even so angry that he was psychologically perverted... Especially in recent years, due to the lack of soul larvae and the inability to keep up with nutrition, the devils' brain-destructive index seemed to have further risen... So, the perverted index of His Highness Glazt and General Oukai and other senior officials had to continue to rise.

"Damn it! Those idiots who manage portals! Maybe there was another problem with their brains when they were in stock, and they confused this batch of arms with inferior equipment used to support the bloody battle front!"

Oukai cursed in his heart, and at the same time, he quickly smiled and kept thinking: first say a few good things to Tkumse and fool things up temporarily. Then he questioned the back, cut off the sluts who were fooled, and tried to apply for compensation to make this problem successfully resolve - otherwise, his hard work in Mazka mainland for so many years might have failed.

Unexpectedly, before Ou Kai had time to organize his words, the lady in red came with him and couldn't help but jump up and counterattacked the fierce complaint.
Chapter completed!