The Dragon That Devours the World

　　 Hearing the words, the crowd became turbulent again, countless whispers and whispers, fear and anxiety about that terrible future, filled everyone's face.

The headed sturdy man was stunned. Although there is not enough wisdom to understand what kind of world they will usher in after the sun disappears, just the riots of the past few days are enough to make him understand how the sun disappears. Terrible thing, but if the sun disappears forever...

　　 He couldn't imagine, he didn't dare to imagine.

　　 "That...we..."

　　 He whispered, not even knowing what to say.

　　 The female prophet was silent, and she, who seemed omniscient in daily life, was also at a loss and helpless at this moment. However, after a long period of contemplation, she seemed to have made a decision and said in a low tone.

　　 "Sacrifice."

　　 "Sacrifice?"

　　 The female prophet glanced at the strong man beside her. The leader of the nearby clan was confused and puzzled, she said in a low voice.

　　 "Sacrifice to this powerful being, use our cattle and sheep, use our slaves, and use all our wealth, and beg for the mercy of this powerful being."

　　 The strong man thought for a moment, then hesitated.

　　 "This way... can that existence return the sun to us..."

"do not know."

　　 The female prophet shook her head solemnly.

　　 "But, we have no other choice."

The strong man pondered for a long time, then nodded, and then bowed respectfully to the old woman. Other men and women followed suit and bowed to the old woman. Then the strong man stood up and opened the wooden door. , Leading everyone to leave.

　　 The female prophet silently watched the departure of everyone in front of her, and no one knew what she was thinking about.

　　 It was a long time after everyone completely disappeared from her sight, she raised her head, looked at the night sky with a bright moon, and muttered.

　　 "God Odin... It's all because of what happened."

　　...

　　 The bright moon fell, but the sun still did not rise. The whole world was plunged into deep darkness. I don't know how many people fell into sorrow and sorrow.

　　 And after suffering and long darkness, the eighth moon finally rose.

With the help of the faint moonlight, beside the prophet’s house, a large number of adult men and women have gathered at some point. Many people are still holding their own cows. In the middle of the night, the mooing of cows one after another can not be quiet for a moment. , As lively as a bazaar.

　　 And the sturdy man is holding the battle axe that has been passed down for generations in his hand, and waits solemnly outside the house of the prophet. Not long after, there is a creak when the wood rubs.

　　 "Squeak..."

　　 pushed open the door, the female prophet looked at the many men and women standing outside the door, the cow they were holding, and the strong man waiting outside, she said in a hoarse voice.

　　 "Are you all ready."

"Ready."

　　 The strong man respectfully said.

　　 The female prophet nodded, and then passed the strong man and went straight ahead, followed by many men and women including the strong man.

　　 went all the way to an altar not far away from the mountain village, she stopped, and everyone behind her stopped one after another, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pond.

The prophet approached the altar. Under her gaze, this piece was made of a whole monolith. Only the top was polished. The altar that could be used to hold things seemed nothing special. However, the top of the altar Those black blood stains that dried up in the air seemed to warn people that the altar was not simple.

The female prophet took a deep breath, and then spit it out for a long time, trying to suppress the little anxiety in her heart, then she raised her hand and swayed to her back. There were already several people holding a bull on her back. before.

　　 "Moo~"

Several strong Norse people squeezed the bull together and tied it to the altar forcibly. Feeling the danger and anxiety, the bull tried hard to resist and screamed. However, the strength of the Norse was obviously great. Horrible, even though the bull tried desperately to struggle, he was still unable to move at all in front of these Norse people. He could only be tied to the altar and forced to expose his slick and shiny belly fur.

The female prophet pressed her left hand on the bull’s exposed abdomen and gently stroked it to comfort the bull who was in panic, while using her old and shriveled right hand, she slowly pulled out a finely crafted inlay from her waist. Golden knife.

　　 "Now..."

　　 In the sound of fine metal, under the shining of moonlight, this extremely finely crafted gold-encrusted knife reflected a little bit of cold light.

On one side of the female prophet’s mouth, she whispered something in a jerky and incomprehensible language, and her thin left hand gently stroked the bull’s abdomen, soothing the bull’s panic, while on the other side, the inlay held by her right hand The golden knife had already quietly approached the bull's heart position.

The female prophet’s anatomy skills are very skilled. She has performed sacrifices like this one hundred times. She knows exactly how to accurately get over the ribs and fine bones that get in the way and directly hit the heart of a bull. Hit, she will be able to let the bull leave the world with minimal pain.

　　 But unexpectedly... she didn't do it.

　　 Her movements stopped.

　　 The bull lay on the altar, originally struggling in a panic, but now, under the comfort of the female prophet, it gradually began to become quiet, knowing that the time of death is approaching.

　　 The old prophet stared at the bull in front of her, her pupils gloomy and uncertain.

　　 Killing a bull is easy, but it is difficult to perform a qualified sacrifice...even dangerous.

In this era, various powerful monsters emerge in an endless stream. In order to resist these monsters, the Norse people often take sacrifices and offer sacrifices to those monsters. If the monsters are satisfied after enjoying them, they will not come to nuisance the village at will. .

　　 If luck is good, some monsters can even become the guardians of this village from now on, protecting the safety of this village until death.

　　 And this is often the duty of witches and prophets.

On the one hand, they communicate with gods and elves, and on the other hand, they dominate sacrifices and appease monsters. The status of these women is naturally not so high that even if they do not have much combat power, they are enough to control dozens of large and small in the vicinity The clan leader of the village also awed him.

　　 However, if the sacrifice fails and the monster is not satisfied, it is often the result of the monster's madness. At this time, it is the clan leader's turn to kill the monster together with the warriors.

　　 And this time, the sacrifice is undoubtedly extremely dangerous. If it fails... the consequences are unpredictable.

　　 But without the sun, even just a few days is enough to make this clan feel the terrible consequences.

　　It is cold, without light, and gradually becoming damp houses, under the cover of darkness, becoming more dangerous in the wild...

　　 If no further action is taken, this clan will be over. Therefore, even if she takes risks at times, the female prophet can only grit her teeth and go on.

　　 However, when things came to an end, the feeling of intense pressure was still overwhelming, and she was a bit out of breath.

　　 "How to sacrifice..."

　　 The female prophet's eyes changed uncertainly, and she hesitated with her gold-encrusted knife.

　　...

　　 "Moo~"

Above the altar, the bull hissed a little nervously. After panicking, after realizing that he could not break free of the rope, the bull gradually gave up resistance and settled down a little bit. At this moment, in its blank gaze, the female The Prophet held the fur on its abdomen with his left hand, and his right hand held the gold-encrusted knife flashing with cold light. He began to whisper something in his mouth, and then, his right wrist...

　　 suddenly force!

　　 "Puff!"

　　 A sound of leather tearing suddenly sounded, and the bull's large pupils were full of fear, and the intense pain from the abdomen made it try to struggle frantically.

　　 "Moo!!!"

　　 It neighed frantically, its limbs desperately tried to struggle, and its body trembled frantically. However, the arm that seemed weak and rotten in the ordinary day was as hard as steel at this moment, and it held the bull so hard that it could not move.

The gold-encrusted knife did not stop after it was pierced into the bull's abdominal cavity, but began to vigorously try to cut the bull's belly. Its rough method is not at all like the simple and neat method of the past sacrifices and inserted into the heart. Within a few breaths, the bull will stop the sacrifice method of action, but it is like deliberately making the bull feel intense pain and torment.

The sharp blade was inserted deeply into the bull's body, and violently cut from the bull's chest cavity all the way down, gradually exposing all kinds of fresh internal organs wrapped under the soft fur, but even so, the vital parts were deliberately avoided. The bull still did not die, but the strength of the struggle was rapidly weakening and disappearing. UU Reading www.uukａnshu.com

And when the entire abdomen was almost completely cut away, the entire bull was left with barely lingering life, exhaling less than inhaling, and in the bull's transparent amber-like pure bull's eyes, the breath was gradually growing. Fade away.

At this time, the chanting in the mouth of the prophet still did not stop, she kept chanting something, put the gold-encrusted knife in her right hand on the side of the altar, and then both hands followed the open belly towards the altar. Touched inside the bull's body.

There is no doubt that this kind of direct contact with the internal organs will naturally make the bull very painful. However, at this moment, it can no longer do any resistance movements. Only in the large pupils that have not completely lost their vitality, the little tremor is still Can show that the bulls are not without feeling at the moment.

　　 And when the female prophet finally touched what she wanted in the bull's body, she simply pulled directly...

　　 "Punch!!"

　　 Much more viscous plasma than when the bull was broken, spewed out at once, and the splashed female prophet was covered with bright red blood.

　　 And it was only then that the bull's pupils completely solidified, and there was a dead silence.

But the prophet did not care about this. She did not care about the blood on her body at all. Instead, she took out her hands covered with blood and internal organs from the bull's abdominal cavity, and then knelt in front of the altar, putting her hands in her. The thing he was holding was held up high facing the sky.

　　 Under the moonlight that was spread by the moon, a beating heart was covered with a layer of silver, making it particularly eye-catching and unspeakable evil.

　　 and the female prophet’s face is full of solemnity, still chanting the weird and obscure words in her mouth:

　　 "A powerful and wise existence, humble mortals are here to offer sacrifices to you..."