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Chapter 257

The palm covered the surface of the steps outside the altar, and Zhu Jue could feel a cold and rough feeling.

Just as he thought, this row of steps is not completely vertical, it has a certain angle of inclination, at least the front half of the sole of the foot can be vaguely stepped on part of it.

The sound of the drums became louder and louder in the ear, and the rumbling sound seemed to be beating on the heart one after another, making people feel uncontrollably in a trance.

When Zhu Jue climbed halfway, he found that the patterns around the altar seemed to be a little different. They showed an obscure dark blue color in the night before, but after the drums and the bonfire were lit, the surface of these patterns disappeared. As if being burned by a flame, a special luster began to appear.

pat~pat~
Brush Lala~~~
The raindrops fell on Zhu Jue's hands, the top of his head, and everything around him that he could see.

It was just a few drops at first, and then the rain expanded in just a few seconds.

This torrential rain came very suddenly. In the depths of the rainwatered woodland, the darkness was not washed away, but became deeper and deeper.

When Zhu Jue climbed up to the altar more than 20 meters high, there was thunder, and a bolt of lightning fell in the forest deeper in the mountain. He subconsciously cast his eyes there. It was a swaying black object, but because it was a fleeting thing, I couldn't take a closer look.

Return your gaze to the top platform of the altar in front of you.

The people who came up before had already finished setting up here. Several people gathered around the campfire and were throwing some foul-smelling black goo into it. what.

Zhu Jue stood on the side of a pillar, standing with several other men in black robes who were watching like him, and looked at the tops of the Metasequoia trees that were flush with the top of the altar.

The man in black put the bamboo basket on the altar, and found out from nowhere a wooden staff about half a person's height, with a goat skull the size of a fist carved on it.

His right hand held the middle of the stick tightly, pointing obliquely at the night sky, while his left hand made a dragging motion.

The hood was blown back by the wind, exposing the covered head below.

"Looks like a strong man"

Zhu Jue looked at the bald "marinated egg" full of black mantras that had no hair at all, and his vigilance towards this guy in front of him suddenly increased a lot.

After maintaining this posture for about ten seconds, the man began to chant a spell that Zhu Jue couldn't understand.

For a while, the sound of wind and rain, thunder, and the piercing sound of the rain pouring on the strange bonfire, together with the singing of the person in front of him, were mixed together. Zhu Jue looked at the people next to him as if he heard something from heaven And the guy who was immersed in it could only reluctantly follow them and put on a happy expression.

The bald man in pose suddenly stopped singing, put the wooden stick in his hand on the table, and somewhat impatiently lifted the black cloth covering the bamboo basket, Zhu Jue stared intently, watching him put his hand directly into the basket. In the bamboo basket.

Dozens of slender tentacles like leeches touched his palm, and then a mass of dark, wriggling and changing shapes appeared in his hands, and he finally lifted it above his head.

Blood suddenly overflowed from the place where those tentacles were touching, and the amount of bleeding was huge. It should be that the man's artery had already been cut by those tentacles, but he had already maintained his original posture, as if he didn't feel the slightest change in his body.

A drop of blood was wrapped in the wind and rain and blown onto Zhu Jue's left cheek. The pungent bloody smell made him subconsciously frowned, and the face where the blood was stained twisted for a while. Swallowed it clean.

Naturally, the wind and rain couldn't just blow away this drop of blood. In fact, Zhu Jue's line of sight soon appeared several lines of blood drifting away to the depths of the jungle.

There was a line of blood smeared on the goat's head on the top of the altar, and a red light suddenly lit up in those dark blue eyes,

There was a line of blood falling on the body of a cultist beside him, he picked up his black robe and sucked it vigorously as if he had received some kind of gift, making him feel sick.

There was also a line of blood that crossed the altar and the surrounding metasequoia trees, riding the wind and rain into the darkness farther away.

In a depression somewhere in the jungle, there is a black thing.

It's not a tree, it's a big and black thing, just squatting there, as if waiting for something, the rope-like arms are squirming and stretching, when it touches the blood line in the wind and rain, it's like sniffing When the bloody hounds and vultures smelled the carrion, their actions became more intense.

That black, stringy, sticky, tree-like thing that appeared in the woods, climbed up from the hollow, and with its hooves and mouth and snake-like arms, landed on the ground Wriggled and climbed up.

baa~~~
A special sound resounded throughout the valley at this moment.

The sound of a goat?
Zhu Jue raised his head in a daze to look in the direction of the sound, where a huge black shadow was approaching!

The men in black robes beside them trembled like they were sifting chaff, not because of fear, but because of incomparable excitement.

The man in black who was holding the ball of black meat in front of him continued to sing after hearing the voice, this time with a longer tone, as if people often prolong the tone of voice when calling their pets.

Zhu Jue's eyes had long been focused on that black figure, and he finally understood why the altar was built so tall. Because that guy's size was a bit exaggerated!

The body, which is nearly 15 meters high, looks like a huge mass, with an unknown number of black whip-like tentacles of different lengths growing on the mass, and there is a huge mouth around the mass, not just one, but It is surrounded by the whole mass on all sides, and green slime is constantly dripping from it.

Under its body, there are also huge hooves, which it can use to stand on its own. Its body outline is like some kind of tree: the stubby feet are the trunk, and the tentacled body is the crown. From its body, It exudes a stench as if a grave has been dug.

Zhu Jue watched silently as this gigantic monster, which had never been seen before, crushed one Metasequoia tree after another, walked from the darkness to the clearing in the forest, and finally stopped beside the altar.

The tips of the thick tentacles could already touch the edge of the top of the altar, constantly swinging in front of them.

The buzzing in my mind has not stopped since just now.

The strong warning of danger made him realize that this guy in front of him was definitely different from any monsters with spiritual pollution that he had ever seen. Even the bear monsters that appeared in his mind several times could not be compared with it, no matter in terms of size or other aspects. !
At a certain moment, Zhu Jue even had the idea of ​​retreating from just continuing to pretend to be a cultist and spend the night peacefully, but he was quickly rejected by himself.

Now that this special monster of spiritual pollution had appeared before his eyes, he had no reason to just watch this disgusting fellow calmly enjoy his sacrifice and then leave.

(End of this chapter)