I ascend to the throne of God with arcane magic.

Chapter 749 The ceremony is in progress

In the Blood Mountains,

As the blood curtain rose, Li Si felt a special force descending upon this mountain range.

Li Si borrowed Belia's body and carefully observed the situation around him.

With him were ordinary people brought from various places by the Hunting Temple, most of whom were children.

What surprised Li Si was that the members of the Hunting Temple who emerged from the Gray Castle all rushed towards the Bloody Mountains.

They seemed to be extremely wary of each other, but did not attack directly.

Moreover, the ordinary people that Li Si originally thought to be sacrifices in the ceremony did not take the initiative to attack them.

Perhaps, it is because they feel that these ordinary people whose minds are controlled pose no threat.

Therefore, as they were on guard against each other, no one had the energy to attack ordinary people, for fear that others would take advantage of the situation.

From this point of view, this Rune Great Hunting Ritual should still be a fight to decide the final winner or winners.

Like many rituals of sacrificing to evil gods, the process of fighting and hunting during this ceremony is to please Rune and offer faith to him.

Although Rune is not even a demigod, this ritual directed at him is likely to help him master the fragments of the priesthood and climb the path to becoming a god.

Li Si observed those who entered the Bloody Mountains.

These people are somewhat different from the clergy of the Hunting Temple in the Gray Castle.

The gray-robed priests who led Li Si and the others to the ceremony had almost the same aura, and were as cold and dead as corpses.

And those members of the Hunting Temple who participate in the Great Hunting Ceremony are no different from normal extraordinary professionals.

Just like the black-armored knights before, there is a big difference between them and those gray-robed priests.

Maybe there is something wrong with this.

Li Si looked back.

Not far from the gray castle, a strange altar stood abruptly.

The surface of the altar was flowing with fiery red blood. The blood seemed to have life, slowly wriggling along the lines of the altar, making a creepy sticky sound.

Every drop of blood seemed to carry endless pain and resentment, flashing an eerie light in the dim sunlight.

Above the altar, spots of blood-red light flickered like ghosts, and these lights seemed to come from the strange power surging from the depths of the altar.

Sometimes they converge into tiny beams of light, and sometimes explode like fireworks, emitting evil and charming colors.

These blood-colored lights are closely connected to the faintly visible barrier outside the Blood-colored Mountains, as if they were an invisible bond that tightly connected the two together.

A group of priests in grey robes stood around the altar.

Their figures looked particularly eerie in the dim light, and their gray robes fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds like the whispers of ghosts.

Everyone lowered their heads, knelt on their knees, and muttered to themselves.

The voice was low and vague, like a spell from another world, or a pious prayer to the gods.

Their faces were full of piety and awe, and their eyes revealed a fear and desire for an unknown power.

In this silent and eerie atmosphere, the prayers of the priests intertwined to form a unique melody.

At this moment, Li Si had noticed that the fighting between the participants of the Rune Great Hunting Ceremony in the Bloody Mountains had officially begun.

Those extraordinary professionals in the Hunting Temple are the protagonists of this sacrificial ceremony, and each of them has the same strength as Igor whom Li Si had met before.

In other words, the official participants of the Rune Great Hunting Ceremony basically have the strength of the Gold Rank.

More than two hundred gold-level professionals!
This is already a considerable force in a small world.

And now, these gold-level professionals are fighting each other in this bloody mountain range, trying their best to become the final winner.

Li Si learned from Igor's dream that the Hunting Temple told them, the priests, that if they could pass the Rune Great Hunting Ceremony, they would receive the blessing of Rune.

At that time, not only will you be able to become a legendary being, but you can also become Rune's messenger!

Li Si did not believe what the Hunting Temple said.

Because he knew that although Rune was quite powerful among the legends, he was still a legend and had not yet reached a higher level.

With his power, wanting a gold-level professional to break through to the legendary level is not a normal way even if he succeeds.

Not to mention the messenger of God?

These are all groundless things.

However, for people like Igor who have been influenced by the Hunting Temple since childhood, they naturally believe in what the temple says.

Sure enough, were these participants in the Hunting Temple also the firewood that Rune prepared for himself?
Of course, these gold-level professionals are willing to participate in this great hunting ceremony. In addition to the temptation of breaking through the legend, there should also be the influence of the spiritual imprint that Rune planted in their hearts.

After all, they have become gold-level professionals and are the best among people in this small world.

Why would one come to this great hunting ceremony so rashly and risk his life?

Li Si looked at those who died in the fighting in the distance.

At the moment of death, their bodies collapsed instantly.

Under the influence of an inexplicable force, flesh and blood as well as supernatural powers instantly turned into a ray of blood light, and under special traction, poured into the strange altar.

After the blood light that condensed all the strength of a gold-level professional was integrated, the blood color on the altar became even richer.

Seeing this, Li Si's eyes narrowed slightly.

The full strength of a gold-level professional is just a slight enhancement of the power on the altar?

How many lives of gold-level professionals condensed together form this rich blood light on the strange altar?
Li Si was secretly shocked, thinking that his previous guess might not be correct.

This Rune Hunting Ceremony may not have started recently.

It should have lasted for a long time in this small world, but the interval between each time is very long, so most people don’t understand it.

Rune really put a lot of thought into this!

The mountains were dyed dark red by blood, and the rocks looked hideous and protruding, as if they were extensions of the fangs of a giant beast.

The strong wind whistled past, bringing with it the smell of blood and decay, and blew up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, making a sharp whistling sound.

A brutal fight was going on not far away. A three-person team was besieging a hunter.

The three-man team consists of a burly warrior, a hunter with a longbow, and a ghostly assassin.

They were facing a more powerful hunter, who was constantly attacking the warrior with the sharp dagger in his hand.

"Hill, you are too arrogant!"

"Dare to come here alone, otherwise I really have no way to deal with you!" said the hunter with a smile, and the arrows in his hand kept shooting at the hunter in the center of the battlefield.

The hunter named Hill dodged the arrow and tried to rush out like an arrow.

He thought that he was one of the strongest people in this Rune Hunting Ceremony, but the three people in front of him were not weak either.

Especially the hunter. Although he couldn't remember this person's name, it was obvious that his strength was only slightly weaker than his.

The dagger in his hand was instantly retracted during the sprint, and a longbow appeared in his hand, which was instantly drawn to full length.

A sharp arrow, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, shot towards the warrior like lightning.

"what!"

However, this gold-level warrior was well prepared. He roared, and clenched the huge shield with both hands, like a moving fortress, blocking the arrow.

The arrow hit the shield, splashing a string of sparks. The powerful impact caused the warrior to step back slightly, but he steadied his body and looked at Hill with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He truly deserves to be called the strongest high-level hunter in the temple. The power of his arrows alone is so terrifying.

However, he is not fighting alone now.

While the warrior was resisting the long arrow, the assassin circled behind Hill like a ghost.

The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light and stabbed at the hunter's back like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

However, Hill reacted extremely quickly, and cleverly avoided the assassin's fatal blow by turning his body to the side.

Then he drew out the dagger from his waist and engaged in close combat with the assassin.

The short knife and dagger collided with each other, making a crisp sound and sparks flying.

The hunter in the team quickly found a suitable position. He stood behind a huge rock, pulled the longbow and aimed at Hill.

At this time, the warrior also rushed towards Hill waving a heavy shield.

Just as Hill was struggling with the assassin, he released the bowstring, and the arrow shot out like a meteor, hitting his thigh accurately.

Hill felt pain, his body swayed slightly, and his movements became slow.

The warrior seized the opportunity and rushed towards Hill with a roar.

He raised the heavy shield in his right hand high and smashed it towards Hill with overwhelming force.

The powerful hunter barely dodged sideways, but the heavy shield still grazed his left arm.

The enormous force turned the heavy shield into a terrifying weapon, and the blood from the torn wound instantly dyed his clothes red.

However, Hill endured the pain. There was a flash of light around him and his speed increased several times in an instant. He shuttled between the warriors and assassins like a ghost and rushed towards the hunter.

He kept swinging the dagger in his hand, and every attack was filled with fierce murderous intent.

The assassin and the warrior were a little flustered for a moment and were accidentally scratched by the dagger while dodging the attack.

But the three did not panic, they quickly adjusted their tactics.

The warrior stood in front, using a giant shield to block Hill's attack and buy time for his teammates.

The hunter looked for opportunities on the side and kept harassing Hill with arrows.

The assassin lurks in the shadows, waiting for the best moment to strike.

As time went on, Hill was unable to hold on under the siege of the three men and revealed his flaws.

The assassin seized the opportunity, rushed out like lightning, and stabbed Hill's throat with the dagger.

Hill sensed the danger, his expression changed drastically and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The dagger pierced his throat, blood gushed out, and he was seriously injured and finally couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground with a bang.

However, although the three men successfully killed Hill, they also paid a heavy price.

Among them, the warriors and assassins suffered many injuries in Hill's desperate counterattack.

Here, the same battles are played out crazily everywhere, and participants in the Great Hunting Ceremony use all means to hunt down their opponents in the mountains for their own purposes.

Some fight head-on, some use more people to defeat fewer, and some use traps and poisons.
As the brutal fighting continued, the Bloody Mountains, which were already filled with a bloody atmosphere, were gradually shrouded in a layer of light bloody mist.

The fog spread quietly like a ghost, and wherever it went, the eyes of all participants were dyed with a strange red color.

Those who are in it only feel an inexplicable restlessness and madness growing wildly in their hearts, their eyes gradually become blurred and fierce, their rationality is completely devoured, as if they are being controlled by an invisible demon.

Everyone has become a wild beast that can only fight madly. In this bloody fog, they engage in irrational life-and-death struggles.

Just like the three-man team that successfully surrounded and killed Hill before, they originally planned to hide and wait for the others to fight and then reap the benefits, but under the influence of the blood fog, their eyes turned red, and they waved their weapons to kill their teammates beside them.

Blood splattered and screams echoed in the valley. The once close friends had now become mortal enemies.

In other parts of the mountain range, similar scenes were constantly being played out. Under the influence of the bloody mist, the extraordinary people fell into a frenzy of killing.

The thick blood light transformed from the bodies of the dead rushed towards the strange altar outside the mountains like long rushing rivers.

The altar exuded an increasingly strong and strange aura, and the intricate runes on the altar flashed with eerie light under the illumination of blood.

Blood continued to pour into the altar, as if awakening some long-dormant terrifying power.

At the same time, the blood mist spread rapidly like a surging tide, and soon enveloped the entire mountain range tightly.

The originally clear outlines of the mountains became blurred in the blood-red fog, as if they were being kneaded by an invisible blood-red hand.

This strange blood color did not spare the area where Li Sizhi was at the foot of the mountain, and all the children were quietly swallowed by the blood mist.

However, what is surprising is that nearly 10,000 children without any extraordinary powers seem to be completely unaffected by the blood-red fog.

They still stood there blankly, with no sign of madness on their faces, in stark contrast to the extraordinary people in the mountains who had started to fight each other.

Noticing the abnormality here, the low prayers that had been lingering around the altar suddenly stopped.

The priests in gray robes around the altar were praying devoutly, but at this moment, they all stopped praying as if they were under a spell.

Their movements were in unison, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

Then, all the gray-robed priests slowly turned their heads at the same time, their movements stiff and mechanical, and their eyes were all fixed on where Li Si was like puppets.

There was a dull look in his eyes, as if he was a body without a soul.

However, deep in that wooden look, there seemed to be a hint of confusion.

They also didn't understand why these children were not affected by the bloody fog.

Trouble!
Li Si frowned.

(End of this chapter)