Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God Chapter 1726: 841: Dual Slaughter Sacrifice3

Chapter 1726: Chapter 841: Dual Slaughter Sacrifice_3

Gaven finally let out a breath he had been holding, saying, “As long as they make a move, that’s good. I was just afraid they wouldn’t, and nobody knows where they will strike.”

“Since our opponent has made a move, we have to respond sohow. I suggest, whether it’s the Laiserman Captives or those Slave Soldiers, we first bring all their souls into the Dream World and temporarily control them,” the Water Spirit Witch proposed a solution that was not much of a solution at all, “When it cos to rituals like sacrifices, the safest approach is not to give the opponent a chance to act.”

“It seems, for the ti being, we can only use this thod.” Gaven couldn’t co up with a better solution for the mont.

Their decision-making speed was not slow, but the Tukan Vanguard Army’s reaction was even faster.

“For Khan Yamun!” At the command, the Slave Soldiers, with ferocious looks, drew the short weapons they carried and viciously stabbed them into the bodies of the Laiserman Captives walking in front of them.

Not just once, but repeatedly stabbing, and with each thrust, they would shout, “For Khan Yamun!”

This was the sacrificial murder for the God of Murder, Bal.

The Believers of Bal believed that each murder would make the holy Bal stronger, so for them, murder was both a pasti and a duty.

During the murder, the Believers of Bal had to ensure that the victims knew who was killing them before they died, and their deaths were in Bal’s na.

Now, however, it was Khan Yamun, not Bal.

“No…” the Laiserman Witches, led by the Water Spirit Witch, roared in anger.

Everything happened too quickly and suddenly, leaving them without any opportunity for rescue.

The Laiserman Captives, whose hands were bound, were each stabbed by two Slave Soldiers, making any possibility of survival impossible.

Even in death, disbelief and deceptive rage filled their eyes.

Before stepping onto the ice, they were told that they were to serve as a talisman for this army, escorting the army across the lake.

As long as they cooperated obediently, they wouldn’t be hard.

Many Laisern saw a glimr of hope for survival, not to ntion that these Slave Soldiers were likely not a match for the Fearless ones. On Lake Asen, it was their domain; if they found a chance to jump into the water, they had a good chance of escaping; the Sage Beings in the water would extend a Hand of Aid to them.

Who would have thought that it was all Lies; from beginning to end, their fate hadn’t changed—they were just a group of sacrifices, with the only change being the recipient of the sacrifice.

The blood splattered from their bodies, sprayed everywhere, staining not only the ice beneath them but also dyeing the bodies of those Slave Soldiers a red hue. The souls of the murdered hovered angrily, yet helplessly converging toward directly above.

There, without warning, appeared a figure on horseback, enveloped in a Blood Sea—who else could it be but Khan Yamun?

The freshly sacrificed souls of murder did not rge into the Blood Sea but endlessly circled Khan Yamun, forming a huge blood-red halo hovering over the Slave Soldiers.

“For Khan Yamun!” The sa cry rang from behind the Slave Soldiers, followed by the sharp whistle of arrows piercing the air.

The ferocious smiles instantly froze on the faces of the Slave Soldiers, replaced by intense Fear. Turning back, they saw an overwhelming barrage of arrows ascending into the sky, forming a rain of arrows that fell densely.

Even a fool would understand now.

It turned out that the sacrifices were not just the Laisern but them as well.

The Tukan Elites, who were following behind them, were the executioners.

“Run!”

“If you don’t want to die, run fast!”

All the Slave Soldiers shouted as they frantically fled in the opposite direction of the Tukan people.

While the arrow rain looked intimidating, its lethal effect was far less than the prior wave of close-range executions.

Only a few thousand Slave Soldiers were killed on the spot; most scattered like dark clouds across the ice and snow path over Lake Asen, fleeing both westward and toward the north and south sides, not knowing that this icy passage was limited.

“Your ti for Revenge has co. Kill them all.” Khan Yamun pointed downward, addressing the newly murdered Laiserman Souls.

“Kill!”

Enemies eting face to face made them exceptionally furious.

The Laiserman Souls, without hesitation, descended from the sky, flying towards the Slave Soldiers who had murdered them. As they neared their enemies, these angry souls reford their upper bodies in human shape, each wielding a giant scythe made of blood.

Pfft!

The bloody scythes hacked into the Slave Soldiers with terrifying lethality.

Many were beheaded on the spot, so cut in half at the waist, others cleaved from head to toe.

The bloody scythes were clearly extraordinary; even after leaving the victim’s body, they forcefully extracted their souls, absorbing them along with the scythes’ wielders.

The blood-stained souls that killed the Slave Soldiers evidently changed, becoming not only more solidified but also fiercer and more bloodthirsty, launching an indiscriminate slaughter on the surrounding Slave Soldiers.

Previously, if they had retained the last shred of reason, driven by the idea of Revenge alone,

Now, they had beco the tools of slaughter in Khan Yamun’s hands.

This was clearly a Dual Sacrifice.

It appeared that the initially sacrificed Laiserman Captives were precisely the sword Khan Yamun wanted to forge. The grotesque Slave Soldiers were rely fuel in the forging process, ant to augnt the sword’s power.