Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Crack, boom——!

The middle of the clan’s territory actually collapsed, and everyone felt the feeling of weightlessness as they fell.

"This is where the legendary clan tomb is!"

The chief looked around and pulled off the black bone necklace hanging around his neck. These necklaces, which were polished with the fingernails of successive chiefs, moved automatically without wind and kept colliding with each other, making a "clucking" sound similar to chattering teeth.

"Death has been awakened. The clan land of our dark clan is actually the range of the clan tomb."

He walked to the entrance of the underground ancestral hall and opened the pitch-black, fleshy door.

The moment everyone walked out, their pupils contracted.

The deputy patriarch saw the fear in the eyes of these council members. They were all marrow eaters whose bodies had turned into black bones. They had seen countless strange and evil spirits, and there were very few things that could scare them.

But it’s not their fault!
Because anyone who sees the ordinary land, which seems to have life, twitching like the placenta, and constantly oozing black mucus, will have this reaction.

The congressmen, along with the various exorcism items and talismans they carried, all spontaneously combusted, as if they were dispersed by their most primitive power.

They are dissipating.

"listen."

The deputy chief held up the black nail pendant, and all the pendants were attracted to each other and condensed into a symbol similar to 'nyx'.

"Do you remember our clan motto?"

"Fight evil with evil!" The parliamentarians will certainly not forget this.

"Yes, that's right, this is what we have always insisted on. We are cannibals and we are guilty, but we are not wrong!"

"Sin and wrongdoing are two different things."

When the deputy patriarch said this, he threw the pendant in his hand away, then pulled out the nail of his right thumb and threw it away as well.

"But now, it's time to atone for your sins!"

"Let me start with the surviving scale armor of the patriarch!"

As the patriarch spoke, the moment the pendant fell to the ground, the soil at the edge of this filthy and dark land suddenly bulged.

One by one, the remains of ancestors, consisting of only rotten flesh but no bones, supported entirely by strange branches, broke out of the ground like scarecrows.

They all looked at the ancestral hall, at the clan leader and the councilor, with their skin hanging loosely on their faces and strange smiles on their lips.

"It's time, ancestors!"

"we are coming."

As the deputy chief spoke, a crow that looked like it was dead suddenly fluttered up from the tree where the flesh and blood of the ancestors were hanging.

But it rotted in mid-air, turned into skeletons, and scattered all over the ground.

The flesh and blood on the ground quickly swelled up, swallowing up the shattered skeleton.

The deputy clan leader took a step forward and came to the outside of the ancestral hall. The slippery ground beneath his feet moved twice and then fell silent.

He began to chant strange spells continuously.

As each syllable burst out, his right eye was gradually covered with gray, while his left eye kept turning red and filled with blood, looking extremely scary.

The flesh and blood soil that had just been silent began to surge up and down as if worms had awakened.

Pale bony arms broke out of the ground, covering the ground in countless places.

These arms did not struggle, just like young lotus flowers that had just begun to show their tips. The five bony fingers that were originally clenched together now gracefully spread out one by one.

The blood flowed upward from the ground, along the white bones to the fingertips, as if blood-red datura flowers were oozing out.

"We never regret our choice. We never regret becoming a member of the Marrow Eaters!" The deputy chief raised his head and looked at the layer of land rising from the ground above his head.

The originally dark grey soil was torn apart by an invisible force. A hint of red glow was surging in the soil layer, and then turned into streaks of red light, spreading out.

A ray of light swept across the strange dead trees around, and the entire forest immediately continued to grow while withering. The originally rotten trunks continued to grow sharp bone spurs.

The ground churned like a huge, weird belly.

The deputy chief felt something crawling up his spine, as if something had awakened and was about to drill into his body and invade him.

“Do it with me!”

He bit his tongue, spat the saliva mixed with black blood into his palm, and drew the same symbol as the pendant on his face.

Other lawmakers followed suit.

At the same time, screams like babies crying came from the trees that had grown bone spurs.

"For the filthiness of my people and the sins of my clan leader." The deputy clan leader's vocal cords seemed to have mutated, making a strange sound.

Later on, there were even dozens of old men’s voices, which were the overlapping voices of ancestors from past generations. He uttered a sentence: “Giving birth to the Pure Land!”

In the center of the clan tomb, a blood-red beam of light with a diameter of ten meters suddenly erupted.

Countless faces of suffering emerged in the light column. They were the faces of all the clan leaders who had been sacrificed for the ceremony over the past four hundred years, as well as the souls of various ordinary people.

The resentment of those people solidified in the air and turned into red ashes floating all over the sky.

It’s snowing red here!
The bodies of the ancestors hanging on the tree fell to the ground one after another and walked towards the crowd in a crooked manner.

Under the horrified gazes of the councillors, they formed a circle around the deputy chief, and their rotten arms grasped at his body.

Seeing that the deputy patriarch did not react, everyone could only watch silently.

These ancestors had stiff smiles on their faces and did not say a word. They just stood there quietly as a red light fell from the sky and covered their bodies.

Their flesh and blood slowly melted starting from the top of their heads and turned into some black substance.

These substances were attracted by the deputy patriarch's body and continued to flow towards him, penetrating his skin and entering his body.

Spider-web-like black lines immediately appeared under the deputy chief's skin.

These black lines continued to swell, turned into flesh scars, and continued to expand. In just a blink of an eye, the deputy patriarch's body became five times larger.

His face was crowded with eyes and there was a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

The body was covered with "snowflake-shaped" scars, and the skin around the wounds was turned over and bound by thorns, just like a sutured wound.

"Chief! Are you...are you okay?" a member of parliament asked cautiously in a low voice.

“I feel good, I’ve never felt better!”

The deputy reached for his face and felt his exposed jawbone.

He felt the sublimated black bone power devouring his bones and strengthening his flesh and blood, as if he was being reborn.

This is just an added bonus to the ritual reward.

"So, this is Item No. 1." The patriarch turned his head and looked at the ground. "The sublimated cemetery!"

The entire tribe began to transform.

The outer shell of the entire ancestral hall rotted and fell off, revealing a strange structure built of bones. The red snow in the air made the ground soft.

The arms that broke out of the ground grew rapidly and turned into towering trees covered with strange things. (End of this chapter)