Chapter 3514: Sacrifice, the truth?

The burly man’s walking posture is a bit strange, giving people a sense of incongruity, but this state is quickly corrected.
He walked through the long passage without squinting his eyes, as if he had never seen the strange prisoners on either side.
After pushing the iron gate open, the strong man marched forward and soon reached the end of the passage.
As if racing against time, there was no hesitation.
The moment he arrived at the iron gate, the figure of the strong man flashed aside and leaned against the wall tightly.
After a few more breaths, the iron gate was pushed open, and a group of figures rushed in.
They wore the same armor as the brawny, with various accessories, and they wanted to decorate all their organs.
There were also several figures in the crowd, carrying short spears in their hands and wearing hideous masks.
Unlike other strong men, they exude a faint energy fluctuation, and their muscles contain terrifying power.
"Open the cage and bring all the prisoners out!"
The monk, who looked like the leader, gave the order, and then saw a famous and strong man rushing into the cell with a fierce look.
The sound of opening the door and yelling came, and it didn't take long for a prisoner with a numb expression to be pushed out.
Wearing handcuffs and fetters, they lined up to walk outside under the beating of those strong men.
The number of prisoners coming out behind the iron gate is not consistent, and it is impossible to count the specific number.
They looked like walking dead, even if they were beaten with a whip, they still didn't react.
Soon the prisoners in the cage were all driven outside.
The strong men who drove the prisoners out followed after them, as did the strong men who hid by the door in advance.
Outside the door is a huge city, with magnificent buildings everywhere, painted with bright colors.
There are also various sculptures distributed in every corner of the city, most of which are giant beasts and monsters.
The people passing by on the street are covered with various accessories, and their skins are all black and blue tattoos.
A group of brawny men wearing masks escorted a group of lifeless prisoners, marching forward along the wide road.
In the process of walking, the residents on the side of the road stopped, waving their hands and roaring in excitement.
Then, with an expression of expectation, he followed the procession, as if it were a festive parade.
In the process of walking, the size of the team continued to expand, and the number of passersby was hundreds of times that of prisoners.
If you look closely, you will find that the roads nearby actually have the same scene.
Dozens of wide passages, like the rays of the sun, lead directly to the most central square.
In the center of the square, there is a tower-like building with a height of about six to seven hundred meters.
At the top of the building, there is a vortex that is constantly rotating, which seems to be able to swallow everything in the world.
Around this huge building, there are circles of platforms like steps, which continuously extend upward.
Above these steps, rows of brawny men stood, holding a large bronze door leaf knife in their hands.
On the circular square surrounding the building, excited tribesmen were already gathered, watching the giant tower and whirlpool intently.
The numb prisoner was continuously beaten with whips and walked slowly to the platforms along the long stairs.
In the process of marching, some prisoners tried to resist, but were knocked to the ground by the strong men.
On these platforms, there are black stone beds covered with runes, showing a state of leaning inward.
There are also grooves on the stone bed, which are also inclined at an angle, extending directly into the tower.
In the process of marching, the prisoners were continuously pulled out of the team and pushed onto the stone beds.
Standing next to the stone bed, a thick stone slab like a box cover will be directly attached to the prisoner.
The prisoner could only expose his neck, his body was squeezed by the slate, and all his efforts were concentrated on his head.
In the process of marching, the prisoners were constantly pressed on the stone bed, unable to break free.
Soon at the top of the tower, a thin figure appeared, wearing a weird blood-colored robe.
A hint of vicissitudes of life permeated his body.
I saw that he was holding an inscription bone piece in his hand, chanting something similar to a sacrificial text loudly, and the men and women in the surrounding square kept responding.
They seemed to be half crazy, shouting and screaming again and again, and knelt on the ground in prayer.
Not long after the chanting of the sacrificial text was completed, the thin figure knelt on the ground, raising his hands and shouting to the whirlpool.
"Om!"
The strange sound came, as if it were a signal, making the men and women around more excited.
The brawny men standing on the bottom step raised the bronze sword in their hands and slashed fiercely at the prisoner on the stone bed.
"Puff......"
The prisoner's head rolled to the ground, and the blood shot out like a fountain, and no drop was left under the squeeze of the stone slab.
The blood flowed into the high tower continuously along the grooves covered with dried blood, without knowing where it entered.
Just like a domino that was toppled down, starting from the bottom and constantly moving upwards, the strong men kept the same rhythm, cutting off the heads of the prisoners.
Blood rushed into the tower, and the men and women below kept praying and cheering, as if celebrating the coming of the festival.
The heads that had been cut down also continued to roll downward along the of the slide on both sides of the stairs.
At this time, you can see that the deep pit under the stairs is full of skeletons, and I don't know how many prisoners are killed by sacrifice here.
Just after the prisoners were all beheaded, blood was gushing out at the top of the tower.
After the blood stream shot into the air, it was absorbed by the whirlpool again, without any waste.
Such a cruel and strange scene caused the audience to burst into excitement and cheers, even singing and dancing in the square.
After cheering for a while, the onlookers dispersed, as if this was a daily ritual.
In the corner of the square below, Tang Zhen, dressed in a strong man's skin, turned around silently and walked towards the location of the prison.
Those monks who disappeared, including the monks from the old town who were later explored, turned out to be prisoners.
Was killed as a sacrifice, and used blood to feed the whirlpool on the tower.
Recalling the resurrection from the dead, coupled with the understanding of time rules, Tang Zhen confirmed one thing.
Each trapped monk seemed to be in the same time and space, but actually experienced different encounters in different time periods.
For example, the Loucheng monk who warned Tang Zhen that the other party probably tried countless times to escape from prison, but they all ended in failure.
That's why he was so insensitive, watching Tang Zhen help himself indifferently, but didn't think he had the possibility of success.
Other indifferent prisoners should have the same experience.
The greater the number of deaths, the greater the damage to the souls. As the cycle of death continues, the monks will completely die out.
Although the time of the incident is the same, the time of entry is not necessarily the same. As long as there is a difference of three or five years, the situation will become completely different.
This is the uncertainty of time. Tang Zhen may be more fortunate, entering later than others.
Perhaps the luckier guy arrived later than Tang Zhen.
By then, Tang Zhen, who had experienced repeated failures, was finally desperate and discouraged, and would become one of the prisoners of despair.
With an indifferent and numb expression, he will watch the escape performance of latecomers and warn the opponent that there is no possibility of success.