Lord of the Desert

Chapter 172 The Altar
"The Nine-Headed Snake God is revered by his people as the source of all blood."

Liao Zhenghao said.

"Being subjected to blood sacrifice, super-pulling blood, getting closer to the snake god, or simply becoming a sacrifice of blood sacrifice are all acceptable deaths for snake people."

"Because the blood is just transferred, not wasted."

He looked up into the distance.

Under the moonlight, the snake people were busy three miles away, as if they were building some fortifications.

"But if the blood cannot return to the snake gods, they will be afraid."

"So when there is absolutely no chance of winning, these beasts will run away without a fight."

Liao Zhenghao finished speaking with a sneer, and ordered Hong and Fan to go down to the city to eat and have a good rest.

Watching the two juniors leave the city, he was planning to continue patrolling the city when he saw the snake corpse under the city in a blink of an eye.

Standing between the worlds of Ming and Yang, vertical pupils are still looking up.

As a result, a palm force from the cliff was hit by Zhang Shu, blasting the snake's head.

"Dead is dead, look at your mother!"

Liao Shoubei cursed and swaggered away with his hands behind his back.

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Hong Fan ate the big pot of rice with the city guards, and then went back to Chaoriyuan alone.

The three of Aunt Liu are still in the ancestral hall, so there is no one in the courtyard.

He took off his armor, washed and changed into new clothes, and managed to calm down and observe the breath.

Two hours later, Hong Fan recovered all his exhausted zhenqi, but he couldn't meditate and practice, so he had to get down from his seat.

The pendulum clock pointed to midnight (eleven o'clock in the evening).

A few days have passed since March [-]th, the moon is still full, hanging in the sky, it is particularly bright.

The roof tiles on the walls seem to have been painted with a layer of rotten silver.

Hong Fan walked around the courtyard a few times, put on the smelly armor and knife again, and went out to the north of the city.

At the foot of the boarding road, more than a hundred corpses of snake men were temporarily piled up here, and someone was throwing lime on them.

Hong Fan strode up to the city.

After being blown by the strong wind for a while, the smell of blood between the wall bricks faded a lot.

He went all the way to the tower, and caught a glimpse of busy figures three miles away.

Over there is the camp of the snake people.

It is said to be a camp, but in fact there are no camps or wooden villages, but sentries are set up, and the inside and outside order of rest is arranged according to status.

At this time, about hundreds of snake people were carrying the earthwork with shields, and they were going back and forth to build a circular high platform.

Hong Fan brushed his face against the tower and saw Hong Cheng standing with his hands behind his back, also taking advantage of the moonlight and the terrain to size up the enemy's formation.

"Why don't you rest more?"

Seeing his nephew coming up, the latter asked unexpectedly.

"The war is on the rise. A person's thoughts are scattered in the courtyard and it is uncomfortable. Instead, he is stable in the city, so he just came back."

Hong Fan replied.

"What are those guys doing?"

he asked again.

"It was at the altar of the blood offering."

Hong Cheng said.

"Where the snake people are stationed, there may not be people who can eat and live, but this stuff is definitely indispensable."

"It looks like it will be repaired to a height of seven or eight feet and an inner diameter of five or six feet. The scale is not small."

He stared at it for a moment, then added.

"So there must be a series of bloody battles..."

Hong Fan sighed.

"Why, you were lucky before?"

Hong Cheng was taken aback, and asked with a smile.

"There are some, and maybe that's why I can't bear my temper."

Hong Fan nodded calmly.

"The two of Fantian Society and Li Heming have already conferred heads, and their arrangements have also failed."

"The patriarch is still there, and all the weapons are available, but the tunnel and Bai Leishen are gone."

"I thought that the snake man would come here at the appointment, and if the situation has changed, he might go back."

He laughed himself as he said that.

"Now that I see this altar, I will stop thinking about it."

Hong Fan let out a sigh of relief.

He gripped the handle of the knife, feeling his restless mind calm down.

"You have done enough and good enough. With 10 people in Jinhai, you can't let you shoulder everything."

Seeing this, Hong Cheng sighed.

"Besides, the beasts insist on courting death, can we stop it?"

"I'm here to guard."

"If you think the family is far from willing to go back, I'll have someone take you to Chengxia North Second Street."

Hong Cheng said and winked at the people around him.

"Half of the confiscated shop was allocated to me, and it is empty now."

"If you can't sleep, close your eyes and rest your mind; if you put in more energy, you will be able to kill one more."

Hong Fan didn't talk nonsense when he saw this, and after bowing his hands and saluting, he went down to the city with his soldiers.

The night was extraordinarily long.

Another two hours passed, and the sentinels on the city changed for two rounds.

Only Hongcheng is like an old tree taking root, still standing on the tower.

Shen Shizheng was still two quarters away (03:30 in the morning).

The long night is not over, and the dawn is still early.

This should have been the coldest and darkest time of the day.

But the city wall of Jinhai City was slightly reddish by the flames.

Three miles away, the main body of the altar built by the snake man was completed a few quarters of an hour ago.

At this time, the hemispherical altar with a diameter of 20 meters and a width of 60 meters was filled with firewood, and flames [-] to [-] meters high were roaring.

Hong Cheng pressed his hands on the city wall, staring at the flames in a daze, and watched for another half an hour.

It wasn't until the fire was about to be extinguished that he felt his eyes dry, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the space between his brows.

A rough voice came from the side of the tower.

"When the fire is finished, the altar will be considered complete."

The person who came was his superior.

"It's almost time (four o'clock), you go down for a rest, I'll come."

Liao Zhenghao said, glancing at the fire in the distance, he didn't think it was new.

He had seen the serpent men build altars before.

The main structure is made of rock and clay, and after completion, it is burned with fire, similar to the firing of bricks in Dahua.

"It will be dawn in half an hour."

Hong Cheng replied, shaking his head.

"Snake people sleep by day and come out at night. They can see things without sunlight. It is customary to launch an offensive at night."

"We are just the opposite. The second half of the night is the time when we are most tired and sleep soundly."

"This stall is the most dangerous right now, I might as well wait until I have breakfast..."

Hearing this, Liao Zhenghao no longer persisted, and immediately called his own soldiers to carry out a square table from the tower, and served some more meals.

The rice is hot, but the dishes are cold.

I can't talk about the taste, I can only say that it is salty.

So behind the female wall, the garrison and commander of the city defense department sat opposite each other, chewing while silently looking three miles away.

With their cultivation, the movements of the snake people can be seen at a glance.

After a quarter of an hour, the fire was basically extinguished.

The movement in the camp was even bigger.

All the snake men formed a team, not afraid of the residual heat, and went up to the altar one by one along the soil slope, opened their arms with their sharp claws, and let everyone bleed some blood.

Once the blood was steamed by the coke and the residual heat of the pit wall, bursts of mist rose up.

For a moment, there seemed to be a red cloud floating on the top of the altar.

Afterwards, some huge snakemen took the corpses of twenty or thirty compatriots scattered back yesterday when they retreated to the altar and threw them into the pit.

Liao Zhenghao still looked bored.

Until the red scale went to the altar.

【This amount of corpses must not be enough for a blood sacrifice...】

As he thought, he saw the Snake Master General holding up a bottle made of white bones.

The mouth of the bottle was tilted, slowly pouring out a drop of dark golden blood.

As the drop of blood fell into the altar, the crimson cloud instantly boiled.

(End of this chapter)