CHAPTER 627: CHAPTER 171: REVERSE SACRIFICE, NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS (ASKING FOR MONTHLY TICKETS)

"The great, omnipresent Lord, traversing between stars and spirits, an eternal existence..."

"You are the embodiment of wisdom and strategy..."

"The origin of disaster, as well as its conclusion..."

"The eternal stars and moon above, parting the overlapping mists for the lamb..."

"We offer up our body, heart, and soul, earnestly worshipping You..."

...

Within the hall, neat and sincere chanting resonated wave after wave.

Xu Shu’s expression stiffened slightly.

Array patterns were drawn on the ground outside, which he couldn’t see.

But he could hear the prayers, and he heard them very clearly.

What’s this about?

Can’t those guys break in, so they want to sacrifice me?!

Ah, this...

As the chanting grew louder, before long, Xu Shu felt as if there were several ethereal roars coming from above his head.

Even through the thick ’iron slab tofu’, strong, heart-pounding, fearful vibrations still came through!

The worshippers’ chant was nearing its end, and an unknown higher being detected the presence and responded.

It arrived here, establishing a connection, descending with the aid of fresh blood.

When that channel was completely opened, it would be time for the sacrifice to begin!

—Xu Shu looked extremely tense.

Was he scared that the enemy used a sacrifice?

If it were outside, he wouldn’t be afraid.

Xu Shu had much experience in dealing with sacrificial rituals to the Evil God.

He often snatched away the rituals completed by others to sacrifice to Lie Zhenzi.

So, under normal circumstances, encountering a cult’s sacrifice would only make Xu Shu happy.

That meant they were courting death.

But today, the situation was special, Xu Shu couldn’t feel happy.

Why?

Because this place was a relic, a Dead Land relic.

Xu Shu had never offered sacrifices to Lie Zhenzi within relics.

Not to mention sacrifices, he freaking couldn’t even open the Promotion Drive right now!

In the relic, could he contact Lie Zhenzi?

Who knows!

"Ruins" were once considered to contain ancient and different spatial dimensions, existing as opposites to "reality."

Lie Zhenzi might only be able to interfere slightly with affairs inside the relics, a fact that, although not publicly brought up by any transcendent predecessors, was more or less tacitly understood throughout the entire Promotion network.

Many things could prove Lie Zhenzi’s minimal control over "ruins," such as the inability to open the Promotion Drive there, or not receiving the corresponding "kill contribution" for monsters slain within.

One could only barely use some items exchanged from Lie Zhenzi, like the ’roll point dice.’

All these seemed to suggest that Lie Zhenzi was warning everyone—relics are not the territory of humans, tread lightly.

Thus, at this moment, Xu Shu maintained a high level of skepticism.

He doubted whether his actions would be in vain if he intervened.

What if Lie Zhenzi truly had no response, what then?

Xu Shu furrowed his brow, struggled for a moment, and then let go.

What else could he do if there was no response?

Just keep running!

The worst-case scenario was happening right now.

Already trapped, he might as well take a gamble; if Lie Zhenzi truly had no response, at worst, he would lose an altar.

With his life nearly gone, whether an altar was lost was irrelevant.

But if Lie Zhenzi did respond, he would have a chance to turn the tables from a desperate situation and escape with his life!

In the blink of an eye, as believers splashed blood in waves, the altar of the unknown Evil God was about to take shape.

Blood-red array patterns intertwined and linked, emitting a forbidding red glow, like electricity, like silk, forming a sinister eye filled with blood.

In midair, clouds gathered aimlessly, moving in black masses, worms or tentacles?

It didn’t matter; they tore through space, as if opening a dimensional rift, connecting to an endless depth, and a fierce wind arose.

"No more waiting, take the gamble!"

When the moment was right, Xu Shu immediately opened the Tai Chu Scroll, which contained three small altars inside—two golden and one blue.

The last time he used the "Yin God" altar, now he had two golden altars left, belonging to "Martial Artist" and "Gambler."

The blue altar was "Boatman"; given the pressing danger, Xu Shu felt it was too low-level to risk, setting it aside without consideration.

After a moment’s thought, he selected the very fitting "Gambler" altar and took it out.

To survive in a desperate place, that’s what it means to be a Gambler!

This altar, the size of a palm, straddling between illusion and reality, had in its center a small icon—a symbol of the Buddhist Sect with an upside-down cone engraved within, the arrow pointing down and the broad end steady above.

Xu Shu maneuvered the "Gambler" altar in silence, making it pass through the ’iron slab tofu.’

Whoosh!

The altar rose into the cluster of dark clouds laden with the scent of evil, as Xu Shu’s thoughts also ascended with the altar into the air, entering the rift nervously and silently.

He was ready to flee at any moment.

This time, snatching the sacrificial offering, successful or not, he could not stay within the range of the Sacrificial Array, or he would be sacrificed himself.

Whossh!

Crack!

Arches of electricity flickered within the rift, and the invisible murmurs and roars echoed.

Those intangible voices seemed to convey utmost fury, embodying emotions too immense and indescribable.

The believers prostrated on the ground, continuously bowing their heads and praying fervently, overcome with a profound sense of fear.

They felt as though beams of light were touching them, tangible beams with weight.

"It’s the Lord’s aura; ah, how wonderful!"