Chapter 884: Chapter 509: Asura Demon Lord, Officially Debuts! (3)
All faces were adorned with smiles, ready to welco the triennial grand event.
In the center of the crowd stood an altar several dozen feet tall, smoke rising straight into the sky, reminiscent of the solitary smoke rising from the vast desert.
Chen Yuan, without betraying his emotions, hid among the crowd, his gaze fixed intently on the altar.
Quietly awaiting the arrival of the Barbarian Clan’s ritual.
People nearby were also engaging in quiet conversation with Chen Yuan about so matters.
Everything was very calm.
Unbeknownst to everyone, above the Royal City, a man in a black robe slowly materialized from the void, unnoticed by anyone.
He looked at the gathered crowd in the distance, a faint mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
“Brother Wang Ping, how co I’ve never heard of the tribe you ntioned before?” a Barbarian Clan martial artist beside Chen Yuan asked, puzzled.
His na was Agumu, a loose cultivator martial artist of the grasslands like Chen Yuan, with a footprint spreading across half the grasslands, having experienced hundreds and thousands of tribes.
But he truly had never heard of the so-called ‘Chinese nation’ he ntioned.
Quite strange.
Moreover, the na ‘Wang Ping’ doesn’t really sound like a grassland tribe, but sowhat like a na from the Central Plains.
“A small tribe, it’s normal that Brother Gumu hasn’t heard of it.” Chen Yuan smiled indifferently.
The grassland tribes are countless, with varied nas, so saying this na is quite normal and not enough to cause imdiate suspicion, especially since,
he indeed is of the Chinese nation.
“Is that so?”
Agumu nodded thoughtfully, then changed the topic:
“Brother Wang Ping, once the ritual begins, will you step up to the challenge? I’ve heard that this ti it’s different, besides the chance to et the Great Khan,
you can directly enter the army. If you’re assigned to an elite force, the power you hold would be significant and you could even rebuild your tribe in the future.”
That’s his dream, to rebuild the tribe.
“I’ll decide then.”
“I’ll definitely step up regardless, and will join the army, hoping I can also raid the Central Plains this year, the won there are very fair-skinned.”
Agumu showed a glint of malice.
Chen Yuan gave him a calm glance and asked softly:
“Have you captured many won from the Central Plains?”
“Around a dozen or so, these are perfect as slaves. If you want, Brother Wang Ping, I can give you a few another day. Anyway, the caravans from the Central Plains also send new ones, I heard sotis there are even won from official families, which are even better.”
Agumu answered truthfully.
Chen Yuan patted his shoulder, smiling:
“Make sure to cherish this ti.”
“What do you an by that, Brother Wang Ping?”
Agumu wanted to inquire further, but Chen Yuan already ignored him, looking indifferently towards the altar. It was about ti; the ritual was about to begin!
As the sound of horns began to echo, the resounding sound gradually rose.
For miles around, the sound of the horns reverberated.
Then ca the sound of war drums echoing, and several prepped Barbarian Clan won, dressed in peculiar attire, began to dance below the altar.
They chanted certain Barbarian Clan languages.
Which excited the people around, who responded one after another.
This continued for about a quarter of an hour, as the ritual moved onto its second phase, the live sacrifice!
One by one, martial artists from the Central Plains were captured by the Barbarian Clan experts, stepping into the void and stopping above the altar, they were blown into blood mist as ti hit.
Among them were the elderly, children, and young adults.
Many were still wearing Beiliang Army’s battle armor, cursing at the people below.
But to no avail, hundreds of people were blood sacrificed alive.
Scattering their blood and remnants onto the altar.
Below, the Barbarian clan herders, martial artists, and army, all were shouting, their spirits once again ignited. From the Barbarian Clan language they chanted, Chen Yuan could almost understand.
Kill these Central Plains people!
They block the steps of the Royal Court!
All of them deserve to die!
Two-legged sheep!
Chen Yuan listened quietly, a stark contrast to those around him, but his gaze grew increasingly colder, the notion that innocents didn’t deserve such brutal death—he no longer agreed with.
Those not of our kin are surely of different hearts!
To kill, one must eradicate all!
These grassland tribes are each their own band of robbers, and although there might be good people among them, within the tribe’s overarching atmosphere, they are far too few…
After the blood sacrifice, a High Priest of the Royal Court, donned in a robe, descended step by step from the void, instantly altering the color of the world, with brilliant golden light.
Various exotic beasts danced in the void.
The True Dragon, Fire Phoenix, Pegasus, and the Barbarian Clan’s unique totems.
Such divine scenes further excited the cheering crowd, so even kneeling in submission.
The Barbarian High Priest looked around, nodding slightly. The ancient staff in his hand lightly tapped the altar, an invisible power enveloping everyone.
Their shouting suddenly ceased.
Then, mysterious music played, and many won in white, holding various sacrificial offerings, stepped into the void, descending like fairies from above the Nine Heavens.
These individuals stood one by one on the altar, presenting the treasures.
There were mysterious single horns, blood-stained battle armor, spiritual wine emitting divine light, and all kinds of rare divine items, but what Chen Yuan focused on the most was the Golden Lotus among them.
The lotus blood, emitting golden light, dispersing a gentle aura.
Chen Yuan’s eyes sharpened, ready to make his move.
He had no interest in waiting for this ritual to conclude.
On the altar above, the High Priest arranged the tributes, bowing to the north thrice, then stood and faced the vast crowd, loudly declaring:
“Long live heaven!”
“Long live the Barbarian God!”
“Long live the Great Khan!”
With his lead, surging waves of voices swept through the heavens and earth.
And among the crowd, Chen Yuan slowly took a mask from the Heavenly Book Space and placed it on his face.
The Asura Demon Lord was officially online!
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