During the brief time when An Wujiu left the tower and headed to the Red House, he considered countless possibilities to completely remove this cannibalism belief.

But none of them is something he thinks can be truly realized.

Those beliefs are already deeply rooted and even higher than their own lives in their minds. There is no power to destroy the influence of faith. An Wujiu is very clear that the only thing he can do is borrow it.

The probability of success is not high, and he may be counter-attacked, but he can at least try it out in his body.

Blood spread out on his snow-white robe's wide sleeves, dripping along the back of his hand on the snow, making a large patch of redness faint.

There was horror, suspicion in the eyes of the city people, and there was also the unbelievable situation in front of them.

An Wujiu stood there and heard the sound of armor coming from behind him. A gust of wind passed by, and he turned his head nimbly and avoided it. The sharp stone spear was barely poked by his neck. It was only a little bit before his neck would be pierced.

But An Wujiu was a person who had been trained since childhood, and his speed and strength were far superior to ordinary people. After dodging, he reached out to hold the front of the stone spear, kicked the powerful warrior who tried to sneak attack him away.

Turning his wrist, An Wujiu turned around, holding a gray-white stone spear in his hand and spinning it around in the air, inserting it into the snow.

Behind him was a whole army. The strong and powerful soldiers in tiger skin and leopard skin were at least twenty or thirty people. They were staring at him fiercely, as if staring at a weak prey.

But An Wujiu is not only not a prey, but on the contrary, he is the best-disguised hunter.

An Wujiu was not surprised by their resistance. Killing the leader means destroying the core of the upper class here and shaking the foundation of the nobles. They will not allow a guy who is a god to destroy the status of the nobles.

"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 warriors, "Together?"

At first, there were warriors who were puzzled and unbelievable, but the first warrior had appeared. He held a giant stone axe in both hands, and was burly in shape. He rushed towards An Wujiu. The stone axe in his hand slashed hard on his shoulder!

An Wujiu was wearing a white robe. When dodging, he was like a butterfly. His life-thinking stone axe was as heavy as a mountain. He could not hurt him no matter how many times he was wielded.

In such a cold snow, An Wujiu was too lazy to deal with him because of the sweat on his forehead by wielding the stone axe. He used the spear as a long stick and quickly hit the other person's chest, abdomen and knees. After a few strokes, the other person knelt on the ground with a bang.

Seeing this, the others felt that the glory of their Flower Crown Warrior was damaged, so they rushed up angrily. An Wujiu not only did not hide, but also directly carried a stone spear to break into the siege.

The people who were hiding away could not see the grey afterimage of the stone spear and the snow-white boy in the fighting armor. The most common stone spear was like a spiritual weapon in his hand, pricking upwards, recycling and spinning, shining brightly under the heavy snow and the light of the sun.

The soldiers fell down one by one, with little left. The last one tried to get up and attack, but only cut off the rope that An Wujiu had tied his hair. He turned around, and the sharp tip of the spear pressed against the other party's throat.

All the warriors were defeated by him, but none of them were fatal injuries.

An Wujiu stood in the wind and snow, and the cold wind blew his long hair away, which was no different from the perfect god in the picture and the stone sculpture.

This is the God of War, the Sun God, and the Lord of Savior.

Before An Wujiu could speak, he heard a city citizen not far away suddenly kneeling on the ground, crawling on the cold snow, shouting: "Sir, 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 beside the man also knelt down. Her expression was very excited, and her turbid eyes seemed to have tears in her eyes.

"Yes, the legendary Sun God and Rain God will choose a lucky person to possess him and convey the oracle to us. It seems that this is true and it is real."

"Yes, who else can have such powerful power besides the God of War!"

An Wujiu is not familiar with the legend here. Each of them has encountered different NPCs. Different NPCs will give different tips. I think the altar should have given similar clues to imply that they will replace their faith, but they were accidentally bumped into it by themselves.

He turned his face and looked at the last warrior who was attacking in front of him. The other party immediately put down his weapon, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head to surrender.

"God of War."

In this way, all the people of all cities and towns were kneeling down in the snow, and only An Wujiu stood here in the wilderness.

He took back the stone spear in his hand and looked at everyone coldly, "The blood moon and blizzard during this period are punishments for you, all the people in the water city."

The kneeling city people did not dare to look up and looked 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 heart." An Wujiu said coldly.

The "screams" they heard when they went up the mountain to offer sacrifices and the faint cry of the 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 were used to flattering the so-called gods with flesh and blood, so there was such a ladder that flowed into a river to lead to the temple.

But An Wujiu always has to give it a try.

"The sacrifices you have always offered are full of blood, the heart, the limbs, the bones, the lives of prisoners of war, the cry of children, which will only aggravate your own original sin."

"Your sins are unsalterable, and only endless heavy snow can embellish them all."

He faced the people who surrendered to him in a high manner, and said these words with certainty and affirmation. His voice seemed ethereal in the howling wind and snow, and his silver bones were exposed in the outward-turning flowers of flesh, shining under the reflection of the snow, as if it was really the brilliance of God.

"Stop such bloody sacrifices, stop your sins."

An Wujiu paused slightly, and he felt that the wind seemed to be much more gentle, and there seemed to be less snow falling.

It seems that the elimination of the bloody religious tradition here is the real solution to the second goal of this game.

He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, bent down to pick up the stone axes of one of the warriors, crossed the chopped heads and limbs, and walked step by step up the steps leading to the temple. Every step under his feet was blood that was about to be frozen, a sacrifice he had not had time to save.

He raised his hand, waved his heavy stone axe, and cut off the shackles that trapped the prisoners of war.

The pupils of the prisoners were shaking, their eyes were filled with struggle and unbelievable panic.

An Wujiu said to them, and to the people of the water city: "Stop killing the crown of flowers, it should be the real crown of flowers and peace."

He threw down the stone axe, looked at the snowflakes gradually disappearing from the sky, and then looked at everyone.

"Dedicated to all gods with the fruits and flowers of harvest, the artworks and sincere hearts you have created by your talents and wisdom."

“The sun will rise as usual.”

After hearing this, the city residents gradually raised their heads. They saw the strong wind and blizzards that were curling away, and also saw the sun gradually appearing after the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Although it was incomplete, it was the sun that was about to pass away.

These miracles allowed An Wujiu to gain the trust of everyone, and this grand ceremony made them believe that the Sun God really came to the world and brought them a revelation of survival.

An Wujiu ordered them to release all prisoners of war and bury all the killed "sacrifices". When he learned that these prisoners of war were citizens of neighboring cities, he used the corpses of the leader as a token, so that they could bring them back to their territory, sign a truce agreement, and let the so-called crown of flowers disappear forever.

Only now did he realize that the festivals were often held here, and many sacrifices were killed every time. When the pyramid temple was repaired in front of him, an extremely grand festival was held here, and on that day alone, thousands of people died.

The leaders and nobles stood at the top of the pyramid, in front of the temple, took out the heart of the sacrifice, decomposed the body, removed the flesh and blood, and went down one by one to eat for the people of the city, and those parts that could not be swallowed by them were handed over to the precious beasts raised by the nobles.

This is the "food" mentioned by Yasia's husband, the food that the leader brought back.

They will sacrifice young and innocent children, the mountain road they have walked several times, and the children will cry because of the coming death when they go up the mountain, which is exactly what they want.

Because they believe that the louder the children cry and the more tears they will be, the more rain will be in the coming year. They sink the children to the lake, and the God of Rain will be moved by this cruel sacrifice.

Even this extremely tall pyramid, each layer of stone, was neatly stacked with skulls of the sacrifices.

This clean and beautiful snow city is actually a bloody city shrouded in primitive religion.

An Wujiu tried to destroy the priests here for sacrifice, but he didn't know where to start, and every city citizen he asked could not interfere with the priest's behavior.

When the sky was about to dark, An Wujiu had to lift the ceremony first and let all the city residents return home.

The murder and sacrifice between the priests were stipulated by the altar. An Wujiu thought that he would not have the right to stop it, but he could not watch Shen Ti be sacrificed.

He seized the time to return to the tower and came to the second floor, but the scene inside surprised him.

They stayed in the tower and prayed according to the altar regulations, their eyes turned blue, and every part of their skin was covered with strange blue patterns.

The circles and seven-pointed stars on the ground are like seals, trapping them who have lost their will and consciousness, as if each of them has become an empty shell.

The only thing that was awake was Nan Shan, who was using magic to fight against this strange and huge power.

It's that evil god again.

An Wujiu ran over with his injured arm. Nan Shan did not turn his head and made seals with his fingers. He knew that An Wujiu was back and spoke to him very hard.

"Hurry, Wu You..."

An Wujiu understood what he meant, but his eyes still looked at Chen Ti who was lying on the ground uncontrollably. Chen Ti had no consciousness, but there were no blue luminous patterns on his skin, which were green. The green patterns seemed to be really moving, and the white robe seemed to conceal the strange movements of some strange 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 just as he hugged Wu You in the waist, a huge tentacle suddenly appeared in the center of the blue seven-ray star, so fast that it looked like a gust of light. An Wujiu could not dodge at all!

The top of the tentacle was a bloody mouth that could be opened, with sharp teeth densely packed with three layers. When the closed inner teeth opened, an extremely sharp letter extended outward, like a sharp knife, directly stabbed into An Wujiu's heart.

And this process is less than a second.

An Wujiu could not feel the pain. He lowered his head and could see his blood falling on Wu You's body. A lot of blood could also see the slender blue tentacle piercing the robe and skin, penetrated into his chest, as if he wanted to open his stomach like a fish and take out his heart.

A powerful force suddenly emerged in his body, as if to protect himself, and the force collided with the tentacles deep into his body. The two forces collided like two planets, colliding and bursting in An Wujiu's body, almost exploding.

An Wujiu fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"No blame!"

Nan Shan's voice was very blurry, and many strange and strange language echoed in An Wujiu's mind, like the repeated murmurs of his father before his death. Countless pictures of memories poured into his mind, like an unstoppable blizzard, a dense pain that could not breathe.

A green light protected him, and the tentacles were bounced out, with the tips covered with An Wujiu's blood, but he could not take out his heart.

Even so, An Wujiu, who was covered in scars, still did not fall down. He stood up with difficulty, staggered, and carried the unconscious Wu You out of the light array.

The next second, the seven-pointed stars on the ground disappeared, along with all the blue light.

He handed Wu You to Nan Shan and knelt down beside Shen Ti.

Very tired.

Just as the moment he was touched by the tentacles, An Wujiu looked back at his short and long life like a quick glance. The years were short, only twenty years, but the pain was so long.

An Wujiu held Chen Ti's cold hand and covered it on his face.

Then, very gently, kissed his palm.

Others who were controlled gradually woke up, and the lines on their faces faded away. At dusk, a red sunset appeared in the sky.
To be continued...