Vol 2 Chapter 63: Atonement: Faun (12)

The scream of the horned man pierced the hustle and bustle above the square, and the originally cheerful drum music suddenly stopped. I saw that the people in that corner were vaguely speaking, and their knees trembled as if they could not bear the weight of the body. Ethan got goosebumps when he called him, and his heart squeezed. He probably guessed that this terrified horned man probably escaped from the altar, and he must have seen everything he did during the time he lost consciousness.
This recognition made him tense, and the urge to run made him sweat and his chest tightened. Tanithel secretly grabbed his wrist under the table, his firm strength seemed to give him psychological support.
"What to do..." Ethan asked in a low voice.
Tanithel glanced at him and shook his head, "Don't panic."
The chief yelled an order impatiently, and the horned man finally stopped hissing and looked at the chief with a nervous frenzy, whispering something. Ethan couldn't understand, but the language parser in Tanithel's Scepter could translate those words into Earth language.
Horned Man: "The Holy Key Great Sacrifice originally went smoothly until the human being was brought to the altar. There were endless evil things growing behind him, some like the mouth of a macrophae worm, some like eyes, and some like painted Poisonous spikes. Those things are all acid, and anyone who touches the skin will quickly decay. At first we thought it was the great wise man who appeared, but he killed everyone regardless of who was a believer! He was! Devil! It's a monster!"
All the people present, including the three Ophiuchus humans who can understand the horns on the opposite side, were shocked to speak. The warchief glanced at Ethan with those eyes that seemed numb due to the soaking of the years, and then asked in a harsh tone, "You mean, everyone was killed by that human over there?"
"It's true! He's not a human! He's not a human!" The man in that corner shouted hoarsely, leaning in the opposite direction to Ethan, if it weren't for being caught by the other two corner men, I'm afraid he would have escaped long ago. Many tall horned soldiers on both sides of the banquet stood up one after another, and all kinds of suspicious and hostile eyes swept toward Ethan and Tanithel.
"Are you right?" the chief's eldest son asked viciously. The horned man was so scared that he knelt down, swearing and swearing at Ethan and cried out, "My wife and eldest brother were killed by him! I watched him tear my eldest brother in half!"
Ethan's body trembled, and his thoughts were a little startled. It's as if that person was talking about other people's affairs and had nothing to do with him.
He really doesn't remember... his mind is blank.
The atmosphere on the court suddenly rose up, and the nearby horns pulled out the cold weapons they were wearing one after another, or took out their guns to aim at Ethan and Tanisel. The joyous and friendly atmosphere just disappeared, and a pair of alert and suspicious purple eyes stared at the two of them, secretly murderous intent.
Tanithel suddenly laughed. At first, he lowered his head and his shoulders were slightly shaking. Then the laughter grew stronger and weaker, as if he had heard something funny.
"I have long heard that the horned people are a very xenophobic people, and their real name is true. You usually interrogate prisoners in this way and convict them based on one-sided words?" The priest suddenly stretched out his scepter and pointed it at the wound on his whole body, shaking like the wind. The horned man of Remnant Leaf, "Don’t you see that this person has been scared stupid? If my friend Ethan is the terrifying monster in his mouth, why should I leave him alive and tell the news? Why are you still still Just stand here? What's more, you take a closer look at the human next to me." He stretched out his hand to pull Ethan up, and shook his shoulder vigorously, "A scholar who has no power to bind a chicken, can Kill any of you here? How can he kill the nearly 3,000 horns who participated in the sacrifice?"
The priest's words became more violent in the back, like a sharply sharpened knife piercing the hostility that surrounded them tightly. The horns also seemed to be dubious, their eyes wandering around Ethan, the priest, and the horned man who was shouting angrily at the priest.
At this time Roland also stood up and said to the chieftain, "Is there any misunderstanding here?"
"Father, Dami will not make up such a story out of thin air!" The chief's eldest son stared at Tanithel with unkind eyes.
Everyone is waiting for the chief's decision. The cold but unfathomable eyes of the old horns patrolled Ethan and the priest for a while, and finally waved his hands tiredly, "Take the person to the end hole and take care of him, and let the Healer Solo examine him. To see if he is human."
As soon as the voice fell, there were two tall horns standing full of Ethan's head behind him, facing him with black hole muzzles. Ethan looked at Tanisir helplessly, and the latter grabbed his hand comfortably.
"Keep calm." Tanisel warned earnestly.
Ethan understood what he meant. Now the solution of the Prelude God's Egg has all been used up, and no one knows how long his body can be stable now.
He must control his emotions, make sure that he is no longer dominated by fear, and make sure that he remains conscious.
The warchief, a horned rebel army, has been concealed in the jungle and mountains surrounding Anas for thousands of miles. The terrain is complex and changeable, and there are many caves. The people in the corners have a special emotional attachment to caves, and they are used to setting up places with more important cultural significance in these caves that go straight into the mountain. In addition to the Holy Blood Cave dedicated to the imprisonment of living sacrifices, there are also caves dedicated to storing materials and grass, caves used for religious ceremonies, and caves used to bury the dead. The so-called end cave is a cave used to detain criminals awaiting trial, like a vertical gap hidden between the two mountains. The air inside was humid, and there was the sound of water flowing deep in the darkness. Going deeper, you can see a stone chamber dug out of the stone wall in the dark, surrounded by a solid iron fence. There are simple furniture behind the bar, and you can often see silent figures sitting or lying in the dark.
Talking casually is not allowed here, and offenders may be beaten by guards, so the air is terribly quiet.
Ethan walked with the guard in front of him who was twice as wide as his shoulders, and the only light source was the round lamp with cold blue light in the hands of the man in the corner. There is a similar lamp here that emits a depressing cold light every very far away. Not only can it not dispel the darkness, it makes it even more weird.
Those horns were quite polite to Ethan and kept a distance from him. He was taken to a very spacious chamber at the deepest point. Unlike other cells, there was no furniture, except that there were circles of strange runes on the ground, and the walls were covered with twisted tadpole-like fonts. There is a pair of iron rings in the center of the ring, which seems to be used to confine the feet. And dragged down a long chain from both sides of the wall, with heavy shackles attached to the end of the chain.
Ethan looked at this weird prison, looked at the rusty shackles, hesitated for a moment and didn't want to go in. The horned man in the back pushed his back with a gun and pushed him in.
The hands were pulled to the sides, and the feet couldn't move. Ethan felt that the skin was rubbed and hurt, so he swallowed uncomfortably, and asked, "How long will you lock me up? What if I want to go to the toilet?"
The horns didn't seem to understand what he said, so they glanced at him with a look of disgust and left.
Ethan sighed for a long time. Why is there always no way to escape the fate of being locked up? He felt like there was a kind of power in the dark, and he always wanted to imprison him.
He didn't know what those horns would do, but now that he is a bit self-defeating.
Gradually he started to feel tired. Days of running and too many things happened to his mind like a mist. He is so tired, so tired, wants to rest...
No matter what, it doesn't matter if you die. Just let him take a break...take a breath...or never need to breathe...just fine.
Then the door opened, and a lanky male Alpha horned man in a dark red robe with silver rubies wrapped around his horns walked in. His aura is different from the horns he has seen before, his expression is too calm, his body lacks the aura that horns always have, and those eyes that look at people from their eyes are more mysterious and dark. He was holding a large rectangular box in his hand, and some underage horns behind him were carrying incense or some boxes to follow.
The thin, high-horned man came to Ethan, did not stand still, but slowly turned around Ethan like a beast pacing around its prey.
"My name is Solo and I am the healer of the Anaslanto tribe. I have been ordered to discern whether you are the messenger of the Great Wise Man or the minion of the Abyssal Ones." The man in that corner said in a round earth language.
Ethan looked at him feebly. His legs are sore and his wrists seem to be bleeding. The blood flowing out was pure black.
Since when did he stop red blood?
He was in a trance, as if he was drinking slightly. He felt a lot of hands tear off his clothes, and his body was being touched by the cold, fluffy palms, touching and evaluating like buying meat in a vegetable market.
"No obvious trauma is seen, but there are many fresh scars on the back of the neck, and there are some black bloodshot marks on the back." The self-proclaimed Solo said this, and another small corner man struggled to write on a transparent tablet computer.
They measured the size of his body and touched his bones, but apart from the suspicious scars on his back, there was nothing unusual. They even used a ray to see through his whole body, and they didn't see any abnormalities either.
Solo took blood from his fingertips and planned to take it for testing. Although Ethan knew that they might see the extra set of chromosomes in his blood, he was very numb. He even rejoiced that it was finally over.
However, the horned man obviously has no intention to leave. He opened the huge rectangular box he had brought, and in it lay a very old paper book with a parchment cover. There is no name on the cover, but some weird and twisted triangle patterns are printed.
Old manuscripts, yellowed and brittle paper, and thin fibers seem to turn into ashes and fly away as soon as they touch them. It is a product that is not known how many centuries ago, maybe it is from ancient times, or the ancient times older than ancient times.
"If you are really the messenger sent by the great wise man, then you should love what is written in this book very much. If you are the abyssalist, you will be extremely painful. But if you are just an ordinary person." Solo said , The lanky face distorted a weird and dangerous smile, "Then you might become a lunatic."