The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2702 Only Sacrifice and War
The Stormface is neither the first nor the last. The presence of divine beings often means a cluster visit to a subspace structure huddled in some obscure corner, with tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people and non-people, and dozens of bizarre forms of divine life. Their only commonality is almost exclusively faith.

"Damn it." Old Wang was so engrossed in the conversation that his mouth was twitching: "It really proves what you said, faith is indeed a clean, hygienic, cheap, and renewable energy source!"

Li Cang scoffed, his tone, as someone who kept a diary, carrying a hint of disdain for the so-called "magician": "Who among serious people plays the faith card?"

"Where is the High Priest?"

"I'll tell you one last time, Wang Shifei's power is essentially a magic net attached to his shadow power. He has a belief, which he calls ideology!"

Immediately, Old Wang scratched his head in embarrassment again.

He couldn't utter a fart for ages.

People whose brains are always in a superposition of brain and organ are like this: sometimes the brain is the brain, and sometimes the brain is really just an organ.

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There are always some idiots in this world who are even more reckless than Old Wang. Seeing that the damn Primordial Celestial Venerable had almost reached the Thirty-Three Heavens, and that the base, former residence, America's Confederation, and other such things were still lingering in the back with a sly look on their faces, the idiot finally couldn't hold back anymore.

A withered tree tree comes back to life, and Xiu'er returns after leaving.

"哐~"

With the sound of a broken gong, all the parents' efforts in raising children were in vain. In the rear camp of the human subjects, tens of thousands of subjects and servants of fate, with empty eyes, took a step and, shrinking the distance to an inch, abruptly stepped into a layer of gray haze under the solemn array of the crowd.

Lin Sheng and Lan 177 had already experienced the power of this thing firsthand. A chill ran down their spines, and they cried out in alarm, "Bian Xiu! Don't do anything rash!!"

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With a snap of his fingers, Bian Xiu instantly blurred the command room, which was heavily guarded by various magical artifacts, force fields, and skills, into a black-and-white, slow-motion, split-angle shot. The entire subordinate faction continued to carry out the previous orders in an orderly manner, but no one cared about the fate of the command room anymore, as if its existence had been temporarily erased.

With just this one slap, Bian Xiu spewed out a cloud of dried dust, as red as blood.

But he didn't care at all. Amidst the flowing five-colored halo, Bian Xiu wiped his mouth, pulled up the yellow banner, and immediately took a fighting stance. Before long, all the resources that all parties had painstakingly gathered from the battlefield were brought up by those controlled subordinates and servants of fate: "Damn it, I've been wanting to get rid of you traitors for a long time. You've taken all the fish!"

He pulled a fist-sized, dark, dried-out human head pendant from his satchel, shook it like a bell, and the tiny human head opened its lifeless eyes and spoke in human language: "Password!"

Bian Xiu coughed and cleared his throat: "Brother Ma, Brother Ma, today is another hopeful day!"

Two will-o'-the-wisps suddenly rose from the eyes of the shriveled human head, and Mattinis's voice rang out: "No foot washing today, um, wait, why aren't you at the base again?"

"Trying to stir things up, wanna join in?"

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With a few words, Bian Xiu subdued Martinis, tossing the little figure's head into the air. It then floated there on its own, its mysterious and peculiar power surging within it. It indifferently and ruthlessly gazed at the millions of sacrificial offerings, some dead, some alive, and some half-dead, arranged according to their species. Martinis hadn't seen this familiar technique since arriving at the base. This was its old profession; if it continued to be so decadent, it would become depressed. Who would have thought that this final surprise would be from its little friend Bian Xiu?

"These are all?"

Martinis's voice was clearly not one ten-thousandth as cold as her eyes; instead, it was filled with fervor. All her outward appearances were merely a facade, a facade masking her burning desire for action. "All of them!" Bian Xiu casually pointed: "Over there, there are still a few floating continent colony populations. Those things are easier to control; use them as you please!"

Whether or not nest-breeding populations exist is a question only humanitarian societies need to consider; it has nothing to do with Mattinis, I am a barbarian.

Martinis felt less burdened than Bian Xiu: "In that case, we can't use a traditional physical altar, otherwise the sacrificial scene will be difficult to cover the entire sacrificial area."

"That's what I thought too, but I'm not good at this, you do it!"

"no problem!"

The head representing Mattinis began to outline an illusory force field framework in the air. Bian Xiu glanced at it and felt that the two paths led to the same goal, and that he could make corrections later without much problem. So he relaxed, spat viciously into his palm, gritted his teeth, dragged over a few half-dead fangs, and began to clean their flesh and carve decorations inside their skulls.

After Martinis finished outlining the energy framework, he began to respectfully request the ancestral spirits to perfect the formation. Bian Xiu hadn't even finished carving a head yet when the little head floated over and landed on Bian Xiu's shoulder, looking inside: "Hmm, is what you're writing also a kind of hieroglyphic script? It has such a powerful sense of strength!"

"Bullshit! Pictographs are almost extinct. This is a phono-semantic character, oracle bone script!" Bian Xiu added, "A genuine and wonderful thing passed down from our fascinating ancestors!"

It's important to know that Mattinis is no ordinary person. His actual educational background is quite high. Born in Cuba, he idolizes Gutierrez, studied liberation theology in the church, and obtained a bachelor's degree in social sciences and humanities from St. Tikhonov College. He even returned to the ancient land of West Africa to preach the animistic doctrine. He has a lot of knowledge, but he was unfamiliar with this field, which is why Bian Xiu took the opportunity to tease him.

Martinis and Bian Xiu had dealt with each other many times and were quite familiar with each other. They had a good relationship and didn't get annoyed. Instead, she said with a hint of envy, "This is the advantage of a long history of civilization. Even the writing itself is full of power. Wait, can you still decipher them even now?"

"Nonsense!" Bian Xiu seemed completely unconcerned about the contamination issue. Her fingernails scraped against the incredibly strong chitinous exoskeleton of the insectoid race, producing a chilling, piercing sound. Blood smeared every character: "癸丑己未秀贞祀示它攵螾千二百十有九升伐白羌百万卯刚异兽百万尸美百万羌系千万卜爯册侑".

"Okay, okay, please don't continue." Martinis was a hundred times more nervous than Bian Xiu: "This is probably what they call the beauty of the long river of time. It's something I can't understand."

Bian Xiu grinned: "Just showing off, cough. You think I'd dare to continue reading? After reading the entire set of divination texts, I'd probably become a demon!"

"Words of Power!" Mattinis kept repeating the same few words, and exclaimed in a booming voice, "This is the true power of words, these mysterious characters filled with power. Xiu, you may not understand what this means to us. I'm jealous of you!"

(Note--

(ci): God Lord
Zhen: Divination
It is: to open the chest

Trit: worm

Cutting down: beheading
Mao: One broken in two

Gang: Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts), chopping into pieces

Carbuncle: Cut the flesh off and then break the bones.

Slave
爯: investiture
Yu: Is it okay?

I tried my best, but the number of characters that can be typed based on radicals is limited, though it doesn't affect readability.