The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 787 - 469 Sacrifice

Isolation Zone.

In an altar within a certain valley.

Bone, flesh, and unknown evil entities.

These things were piled together, forming a giant altar.

"No! Don’t! Save me!"

A rat screamed, but it was all in vain.

The large rat grabbed it like a chick and threw it directly into the altar.

A shriek followed.

Amidst the intense screams, the rat dissolved.

Turning into yet another pool of blood on the altar.

Only then did it become apparent that a large number of rats were tied up around, injured, missing limbs, or unable to walk.

The wounds on them were fresh, as if inflicted not too long ago.

These rats shouted and struggled frantically.

From their cries, it could be inferred that they had just been sent here from the battlefield, becoming part of the sacrifice as they watched their fellow rats turn into blood.

Among the rats, there was no kindness for their kind, no pity for the valorous rats broken in battle.

Once they lost their value, they undoubtedly became the best offerings for the sacrifice.

"Enough, that’s enough, save the rest for the next time."

A rat in a gray robe stood on the platform beside the altar, waving its bone staff.

"Now, bring up the real sacrifice."

The few large rats standing by dumbly listened to the command and quickly brought up the real sacrifices.

Snake-men, Minotaurs, Humans.

These sentient beings, clothed in rags, with their limbs bound and faces numb, were shoved to the altar’s edge.

Seeing the evil altar before them, fear flickered deep in their pupils, but their bodies could not react.

They had been in fear for too long, becoming numb.

Among the fallen cities, besides those who fled, died, or were devoured, were these captured alive.

"Get away, you vile creatures, one day I will obliterate you all! Not one left, not one left!"

The last sentient being brought forth shouted, far less numb than the others.

This was an Elf.

Apparently, capturing an Elf, even for the rats, was exceedingly difficult, as there were very few Elves on the Lebia Continent.

Every single one was exceptionally precious to the rats.

This was a male Elf, covered in scars, with once luxurious garments now tattered, yet none of it stopped him from issuing threats.

For other short-lived species, it was long-lasting torment; to him, it was but a moment.

Such brief torment could not wear down his resilient spirit.

"Make him shut up."

The High Priest said.

Upon hearing this command, the large rat pushing the Elf punched directly.

Knocking the Elf to the ground at once.

Which only elicited more foul curses from the Elf, becoming increasingly vulgar.

During his capture and torture, the Elf’s cursing had only grown worse.

"Fool, I didn’t tell you to do that!" the Grand Priest scolded, shaking his head in resignation.

Waving the bone staff, green energy bound the Elf tightly, sealing his mouth.

No matter how the Elf struggled, it was futile.

The sentient beings were bound, forced to kneel in a circle around the altar.

While the struggling Elf was suspended over the Blood Pool.

The sacrifice began.

In this chaotic region, the chaos magic power was so dense, it gathered easily.

An incomprehensible spell.

Screams rose and fell, as the sacrifices kneeling around the altar turned into streams of blood merging into the Blood Pool.

At this moment, among all the sacrifices, the only one still alive and humanoid was the continuing struggling Elf.

Amidst the spreading spell’s sound, the blood in the Blood Pool rose upward, entwining the Elf, merging into his body.

The ritual was complete.

The surrounding rats watched silently.

Watching to see which Evil God’s Apostle would descend.

Yes, this descending ritual was not directional; any of the Four Gods assisting them could send down their Apostle.

As for who would descend, that was for them to decide among themselves, the rats only provided ritual sacrifices, not getting involved in the rest.

Before the descent was fully complete, the High Priest led some rats away quickly.

"You all stay here and watch carefully."

Some rat guards around nodded dumbly.

Before long, the blood in the Blood Pool had completely disappeared, forming a large cocoon of blood around the Elf.

A crimson claw broke through, tearing the blood cocoon apart.

A presence with certain Elf features, but with veins like blood vessels covering its entire body, crawled out.

Sharp beast claws on the feet, bone spurs covering the hands, claws as sharp as blades.

Curling blade-like horns atop the head, face smeared with crimson blood.

This ghastly form clearly revealed which Apostle it was.

"Haha, an Elf’s body, so perfect!"

Upon emerging, it let out a joyful laugh.

Then floated in the air, gazing at the surrounding rats, who stared at him foolishly. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Weak creatures."

The scarlet figure flashed, and before the rats could react, they turned into piles of fragments on the ground.

"I need powerful, powerful blood, exhilarating slaughter!"

This Demon from the Abyss roared, turning into a blood shadow, and left the altar.

How many days passed is unknown.

The site of the ritual remained untouched, still in place.

Several figures arrived here from outside the valley.

They examined and inspected the information at the ritual site.

"Another sacrificial ritual, the souls dissipating here are trace-less, those who became sacrifices shall never find peace."

A female-featured Half-Demon said, observing the surroundings, the antennae on her head flickering faintly, as if communicating with the spirits around.

Another male with his arms encased in thick shells sniffed the air: "The scent of the Abyss, we cannot forget, this time it was a Demon."

This group had naturally arrived, commencing their hunt for the Apostle-chasing Demon’s group, the Night Watchers’ demon hunting team.

"Remember its scent, if it appears in our hunting range, eliminate it immediately.

The altar’s range isn’t vast, and most of the sacrificial offerings were rats, this Demon’s power won’t be too great, otherwise we wouldn’t be so close when discovering the lingering traces here."

Videl said so.