Chapter 978: Chapter 974: Kill Them All!
“Help! Aaaaaaaah ———— I don’t want to die ———— ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh————————”
Compared to the worshipful calm he displayed when he first entered the giant cauldron, the behavior of this sacrifice at this moment was utterly different.
A trace of displeasure appeared on Ye Tian’s face. A seventy-year-old monk immediately stepped forward to explain: “Lord Ye Tian, a slight imperfection in the sacrifices is inevitable. As long as the ritual proceeds smoothly, the process itself doesn’t matter too much.”
Under the monk’s persuasion, Ye Tian’s expression finally eased somewhat…
As for the man screaming miserably in the cauldron, his flesh had already been entirely torn apart by countless venomous snakes. Coupled with the injection of their venom into his body, he couldn’t move at all. No matter how loudly he screamed, it was all futile.
After crying out for a while, the man eventually couldn’t make any more sounds. All he could do was lie there as hundreds of venomous snakes slowly tore the remaining flesh off his body, bit by bit…
Eventually, the sacrificial man closed his eyes and took his last breath.
But even after his death, the hundreds of venomous snakes did not stop their feasting. Instead, their biting frenzy intensified.
A few minutes later, all that remained of the sacrifice in the cauldron was a skeleton, gleaming white. Even then, the snakes were still crawling over the bones, searching for bits of flesh hidden in the crevices…
“Next!”
With the death of the first sacrifice, the seventy-year-old monk shouted loudly again, and the second sacrifice mounted the ladder.
She was a plump Indian woman in her forties, dressed in a traditional sari.
Without any hesitation, the woman quickly climbed the ladder to the cauldron, stepped forward, and leapt directly into the snake-filled abyss.
Hundreds of venomous snakes immediately wrapped around her in a morbid embrace…
Accompanied by chants echoing in the background, the venomous snakes crawled over every inch of her body. Despite her robust physique, she too could not withstand the relentless biting.
Unlike the man before her, the woman did not resist at all. From the moment she entered the cauldron, she sat with her legs crossed in a meditative posture, remaining unmoving until her final breath.
It didn’t take long for this woman to become just a skeleton as well. Around the stark white bones, snakes continued to slither relentlessly…
This time, Ye Tian appeared quite satisfied. The seventy-year-old monk quickly remarked, “Lord Ye Tian, the believers’ faith in the gods is absolute. The incident with the previous sacrifice was merely an anomaly!”
“As it should be,” Ye Tian replied indifferently. Following this, the third and fourth sacrifices stepped into the cauldron in succession.
These two sacrifices also showed no signs of struggle, as if entering a peaceful death.
Inside the snake-filled cauldron, despite the relentless biting, these sacrifices wore serene smiles on their faces. The contrast between their tranquil expressions and the horrific feast of the snakes brought an eerie and spine-chilling air to the scene!
“…”
Even Ye Tian furrowed his brow slightly.
Although Ye Tian typically avoided matters of religion, he wasn’t unfamiliar with religious fanatics from his observations.
It seemed these sacrifices had been guided by some force into absolute worship of the gods, embracing death with ease as a result.
After the third and fourth sacrifices had been reduced to skeletons, the fifth sacrifice approached the ladder. This time, it was a boy, just over ten years old. As soon as he stepped onto the ladder, his body jolted violently, as though struck by lightning.
Suddenly, the boy began to scream loudly!
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to feed the snakes! I don’t want to become a pile of bones!”
The boy’s cries immediately drew a look of displeasure from Ye Tian. The seventy-year-old monk, seeing this, dropped to his knees before Ye Tian and said:
“Lord Ye Tian, this child is too young and his faith in the gods has yet to fully take root, which is why his mind wavers! However, please rest assured, Lord Ye Tian, such small issues will not delay the ritual!”
Although the elderly monk’s explanation was earnest, Ye Tian still appeared irritated.
“Fix it quickly! You Brahmins—what do you take the gods for? If you delay the sacred timing, every Brahmin present shall pay with their lives!”
Ye Tian’s sharp voice caused not only the elderly monk but also numerous chanting monks nearby to tremble involuntarily.
The chanting briefly faltered, only resuming after a moment of silence.
“Yes, yes, yes! Lord Ye Tian, please remain calm!”
The seventy-year-old monk quickly groveled and stood up hurriedly. He then signaled two burly monks to come forward and handle the situation.
Though the boy screamed and struggled incessantly, the two towering monks, endowed with significant Inner Strength, easily subdued him. Against their overwhelming presence, the boy stood no chance of resisting.
The monks grabbed hold of the boy and began climbing the ladder, intending to toss him directly into the cauldron…
But just then, an unexpected phenomenon occurred within the hall!
Dense fog rolled in, enveloping the entire space, obscuring everyone’s vision!
“What’s going on!? Why is there such a heavy fog?”
The seventy-year-old monk, clearly unprepared for the sudden development, couldn’t help but exclaim loudly.
“…”
Ye Tian’s face darkened, yet he continued sitting firmly on his throne. Beside him, Kara remained steadfast. To Kara, protecting Ye Tian was the only priority, regardless of the unfolding chaos.
“Snap!” “Snap!”
In the midst of zero visibility, two sharp sounds echoed through the hall, followed immediately by the agonized cries of the two burly monks holding the boy.
“Someone has taken the sacrifice!”
“Who is it?!”
As the muscular monks shouted in alarm, the elderly monk also noticed a shadowy figure through the thick fog. He quickly struck out with a Palm Force aiming at the figure.
The shadow responded in kind, raising his own palm to counter the strike!
“Bang!”
The collision of their palms sent out a ferocious blast.
The elderly monk had unleashed his full strength, but his opponent’s Palm Force was far superior. With just this one exchange, the monk’s internal organs roiled and his Inner Strength drained completely, leaving him sprawled on the ground.
“He escaped! Chase him! Chase him quickly!”
The seventy-year-old monk, aware of the gravity of the situation, shouted frantically. Yet the heavy fog proved insurmountable, and the intruder, armed with exceptional skill and Qinggong, remained elusive.
Despite there being over a hundred monks in the hall, none could make any headway against the mysterious savior.
Soon, the sound of the intruder faded completely into the haze…
A while later, the fog finally dispersed, permitting everyone to see the hall clearly once more.
Ye Tian, the godlike figure, remained calmly seated on his throne with Kara standing guard close by. The two appeared unfazed, as though oblivious to the chaos that had just unfolded.
However, the Brahmin monks in the hall erupted into a frenzied panic!
Their chanting was abandoned, and all eyes fixated nervously on Ye Tian. Though Ye Tian’s face betrayed no anger, every monk knew that doom was imminent!
“Lord Ye Tian! Have mercy! Lord Ye Tian! Have mercy!”
The seventy-year-old monk dropped to his knees before Ye Tian, pleading desperately, but Ye Tian ignored him and instead addressed Kara: “Go check how many sacrifices are missing.”
Kara immediately began to count the sacrifices in the hall…
Despite the preceding chaos, the sacrifices maintained unwavering devotion. To them, the surrounding turmoil seemed to hold no significance whatsoever.
Kara carefully tallied and then reported: “Lord Ye Tian, one is missing.”
“It appears the missing one is the boy who caused all that commotion,” Ye Tian said coldly, sweeping his gaze over the surrounding monks.
“Leave the sacrifices; kill everyone else.”
His icy words served as the monks’ death sentence.
“Understood,” Kara responded softly, channeling his divine power as he spoke.
Kara’s immense godlike power was so overwhelming that even in his weakened state—having been injured in his battle with Ye Tian—he could effortlessly slaughter every monk in the hall.
“Mercy, Lord Ye Tian!”
“We will retrieve the lost sacrifice! Please spare us!”
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Lord Ye Tian, I beg you not to kill me!”
…
The hall filled with desperate pleas for mercy, yet Ye Tian remained unmoved, as though their cries fell upon deaf ears.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~~~~~~~~~~”
From Kara’s hands, dozens of Blood Bodhis flew forth, hurtling toward the wailing monks with unerring precision.
Blood Bodhis were the most potent concealed weapons wielded by the Indian deities’ attendants, unmatched in lethal effectiveness. Under Kara’s command, they homed in on their targets as if guided by sight.
Some pierced through chests; some exploded heads; others tore apart abdomens. No matter how they struck, the results were inevitable—death.
The elderly monk who had led the events, the burly monks tasked with enforcing the ritual, and every other monk simply chanting scriptures—all fell one after the other, powerless against the deadly Blood Bodhis…