Your God is... "The count hesitated for a long time, and finally did not say the answer.

    "I''m not going to tell you for the time being," the count gave the following explanation. "In the temple of TIPHON, if you dare to recite the names of other gods, everyone present will fall into the abyss of hell with you and will never be free. What you know, I will naturally tell you later that the sacrifice is about to begin. Don''t play tricks."

    Unfortunately, the count did not say his own destiny, and the first step of the plan failed.

    Quinta is right. He can see through all lies. This old and crafty guy is too difficult to deal with.

    Manda dared not say a word more. Under the gaze of the count, she withdrew her clothes. The four priestesses helped him wash his body and put on a new robe.

    This robe should be made of silk, which is really a luxury. In this era, silk should be exchanged for gold of the same weight.

    Dressed neatly, looking at the reflection in the bath, a neat boy appeared in front of him.

    Wine red hair, dark blue eyes, towering nose and freckled face.

    After ten days in this world, this is the first time that Manda examines her appearance. She is not so outstanding, but she can also be regarded as a correct young man. She is much better than the savage in her previous life.

    But when the sacrifice is completed, I don''t know what to become.

    Manda is still sad. The priest has prepared the sacrifice.

    The sacrifice for entering the stage is very simple. There is only one sheep.

    Manda stood under the altar. The three priests played music with the lyre, Panpipe and lute respectively, and the four priests danced around the altar.

    The count calmly commanded every step of the sacrifice. When the music and dance reached the climax, the count made a gesture. A priest stepped onto the altar and stabbed the goat''s heart with a sharp knife.

    The goat gave a wail, and the blood flowed on Manda''s face along the crack on the altar. There was not much sheep blood, but the body shape of the 12-year-old boy was not big. When the blood covered Manda''s body, the most critical step came.

    You can''t give up hope, you have to try!

    Manda''s mouth opened and closed, which seemed to be a very normal reaction. Her face was covered with blood. In order to prevent blood from choking into her nose, people would instinctively open their mouth and breathe.

    Manda didn''t do this to breathe. He was silently reciting his oath:

    "Great God, my God, my master, please look here. Forgive me for not calling your name, but I flow your blood. I offer sacrifices to you, together with my flesh and blood. I pray for your strength, I pray for your protection, please open your door, please give me a way, and please let me become your believer..."

    This is Kunta''s 25-year-old oath for him. Because Manda didn''t ask the name of the God, she had to make some temporary adaptations.

    He wiped his face with his hands. This action seemed to have no problem, but in fact, this was the second step of the plan, blood oath.

    Before, the count cut a hole in Manda''s finger. Manda widened the hole with her golden finger, squeezed out a lot of blood and painted it on her face.

    "I offer it to you together with my flesh and blood. I pray for your strength. Please let me become your believer..."

    Manda repeated the oath repeatedly. In the process of offering sacrifices, he had completed the blood oath in advance.

    The object of the blood oath is a god whose name he doesn''t know.

    If the count knew what Manda had done, he would immediately leave the temple with everyone. But what Manda did was so hidden that the count didn''t see the slightest flaw.

    After the sacrifice, Manda came to the altar with sheep''s blood and recited the blood oath with the count.

    "Son of Gaia and taltaltalos, the great titan God Typhon, my master, please look here. I dedicate my flesh and blood to you. I pray for your strength, I pray for your protection, please open your door, please give me a way, and please let me become your believer!"

    The count said it again. His tone was a little strange, and his speech was not so clear. Fortunately, he could barely distinguish it.

    Manda repeated, thinking: the great God of destiny, I was forced, these are not counted!

    The count asked Manda to stretch out his left hand. Manda had hidden a few drops of sheep blood in his palm in order to muddle through, but the count didn''t give him a chance. He wiped the sheep blood in Manda''s hand clean, made a cut with a knife and squeezed the blood into the sacrificial vessel.

    In this link, Manda has no chance to cheat.

    After the sacrifice, the count pressed Manda''s shoulder, and the two knelt in front of the statue at the same time, waiting for tifeng''s will.

    Music and dancing stopped instantly. There was silence in the temple. Manda could even hear her heartbeat.

    His heart beat fast because he was nervous. The count seemed nervous, too. His face was dripping with sweat, he kept swallowing saliva, and his face was very bad.

    A chill came, half of the candles in the temple went out, and the remaining half became much darker.

    Manda looked up at the statue of Typhon and found that a hundred snake heads around his neck were wriggling, and the flame in his mouth seemed to tremble in the wind.

    "Close your eyes and don''t look directly at the gods!" the count shouted angrily, his tone became more ambiguous, and his lips trembled as if they were very angry.

    Manda closed her eyes, but his heart hung down her throat.

    Kunta once told him that if the sacrifice was successful, the gods would come to the temple, sprinkle a drop of blood and complete the blood oath.

    Manda believes that all this is on the spiritual and soul level, at least invisible and inaudible.

    He was wrong. He closed his eyes and couldn''t see the face of the God, but he heard the voice, the voice of God.

    At first, there was a lot of noise, laughter, crying, someone talking, someone praying, someone whispering, someone roaring, someone trembling his throat and making strange sounds, and someone holding a tune and singing melodious songs.

    Manda wanted to open her eyes, but her intuition told him never to do so, or he would become blind.

    All the voices mixed together and poured into Manda''s brain. Manda felt a splitting headache. He gradually lost his support and almost fell to the ground. Suddenly, all the voices disappeared and the temple returned to silence again.

    Manda breathed out, and his sweat had soaked his clothes under the sharp pain.

    So the sacrifice is over? There seems to be no pain as Kunta said. He didn''t look angry or like Kunta. It seems that he got the best result

    Unexpectedly, there was a sound in her ear again, low and noisy, like the noise in the radio. After a long time, Manda gradually recognized the content of the sound.

    "Deceive me, someone deceived me."

    It''s a person talking.

    The same sound repeated in my ears, and the surrounding air became cold and piercing.

    "Taltaltalos, my father, the foolish mortal deceived me. I will bring him into your abyss and let him suffer forever."

    Is this the voice of tephon? Manda looked at the count. The count was motionless. His time seemed to be static, and the time of everyone around him seemed to be static.

    It felt like someone grabbed his hair and took his body off the ground. Manda wanted to struggle, but she couldn''t make any effort.

    "Stupid mortal, fall into the abyss. You deserve it! The first is you, and the next is everyone here!"

    Manda felt her body falling sharply. At the same time, countless soldering irons were burning his skin.

    Such pain can make people crazy in an instant. Manda wants to cry, but her throat can''t make a sound.

    Although I don''t know what is the abyss of taltaltalos, Manda can imagine that it is more terrible than the eighteen layers of hell.

    This time, the wisdom and power of the gods were far beyond his imagination, and his death behavior had disastrous consequences.

    When he was about to lose consciousness, another voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

    "Gaia, mother of the earth, taltaltalos, Lord of the abyss, I am a faithful believer of Typhon. Please testify for me."

    What a strange voice, like a man and a woman, like a person and a group of people, like reciting and singing. Carefully distinguish it, as if there are thousands of voices. Listen attentively, as if only one person is talking.

    "I am a faithful believer of tephon. Please testify for me."

    Someone is helping him. Who can it be? Is it the count?

    It''s impossible. The count is still frozen, and Manda doesn''t mean that much to him.

    No one in this valley is willing to risk his life to help him, and there seems to be no such person in the world.

    "I am a faithful believer of tephon. Please testify for me."

    As the voice prayed, Manda felt a lot less pain.

    "I am a faithful believer of tephon. Please testify for me."

    He felt his body rising slowly, as if he had escaped from the abyss.

    "I''m a faithful believer of Typhon. Please testify for me. I''ve prayed for you for so long. Why don''t you say something for yourself?"

    What''s going on? Is he talking to me?

    "Who else can I talk to, and others can''t hear me!"

    Manda took a breath and almost screamed.

    Intuition told him that this was his God and that his God was helping him.

    His throat seems to make a sound.

    "If you want to live, pray with me!"

    "I am a faithful believer of tephon. Please testify for me."

    Manda opened her mouth and prayed word by word with the God. I don''t know how many times she repeated this sentence until she felt her body back in front of the altar and smelled the fishy smell of sheep blood and the unique smell of candles.

    "You are my believer!" a low voice sounded again, and Typhon accepted Manda.

    The count heard this, and his time finally returned to flow.

    The count looked up at the statue, but saw a drop of bright red blood flowing out of the mouth of one of tifon''s snake heads.

    The blood fell into the sacrificial vessel without bias. The count''s cheek twitched. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn''t laugh.

    "Open your eyes," said the count vaguely. "Drink the gift of the gods!"

    Manda, who opened her eyes, felt that she had been tortured for a century, but in fact he only waited in front of the altar for a few minutes.

    He took the sacrificial vessel from the count, which was mixed with his own blood and the blood of gods, with an indescribable smell in the pungent fishy and salty.

    Do you want to drink?

    Is Benming God really protecting himself?

    When Manda was hesitating, a dozen eyes suddenly appeared on the count''s face and stared at him together, as if one eye could see through his heart.

    "What are you waiting for?" asked the count.

    Manda put the sacrificial vessel to her mouth, and the voice of the God of life sounded in her ear: "I have stolen that drop of blood. Drink, that''s my blood."

    The count''s eyes became more and more fierce. Manda didn''t dare to think much. She raised her neck, straightened her back, and drank the blood from the sacrificial vessel.