Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 182: Array Altar, Blood Sacrifice Communication, Beast King’s Frenzy, Hundreds of Thousands of Offerings
In general, the Ten Thousand Races are not united, and the Human Race is equally restless.
Internally, it is divided into three sects: the Death Battle Sect, Balance Sect, and Neutral Sect.
The Death Battle Sect believes in one word: reckless, which is kill, kill, kill, fight, fight, fight. Either the Exotic Beasts die, or the Human Race perishes.
The Balance Sect believes that the Human Race is part of the Ten Thousand Races and should integrate into it, maintaining balance, thereby reducing external pressure and gaining more peaceful development time internally.
All considerations prioritize interests.
If a situation arises where a few people are handed over in exchange for a century of peace for the Human Race, they would weigh the pros and cons and agree without hesitation if the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.
All prioritize the overall interests of the Human Race and do not willingly sacrifice individuals for the benefit of the collective.
The last sect, the Neutral Sect, is the camp chosen by most strong individuals, aiding neither side and not being extreme.
Of course, the reason for such a situation is that there is no leader among the Human Race.
Or rather, there is no true leader who can suppress all the strong individuals.
Hence, the phenomenon of differing opinions arises.
Even so, when facing an invasion by the Ten Thousand Races, these strong individuals will still unite against the external threat.
It is precisely because of this that the Human Race is able to maintain its current position.
Where there are people, there will be disputes, even in the Otherworldly Martial World.
Within the realm of the Human Race, in a dark, gloomy underground space.
Torches burn, illuminating twisted light, with faintly visible bloody stains.
The air is filled with a foul and decaying smell.
At this moment, cries of surprise echo within the space.
"Oh my god! What’s happening?"
Damn it! What exactly happened?
"Is that guy Li Te’er dead? Is there something wrong with this sacrificial array?"
"Turn on the lights! Quickly, turn on the lights and check!"
"..."
As the words fall, someone presses a button.
In an instant.
The overhead lights turn on, illuminating the entire massive room as if it were daylight.
Looking over, a wide spacious area appears.
Walls surround, and the environment seems like an underground parking garage, yet it also seems like a specially excavated underground hideout.
Sealed, silent, hidden perfectly...
At this moment, a group of Evil Martial Artist remnants, exuding martial artist aura and clad in black robes, are surrounding a figure lying on the ground with blood streaming from the seven orifices of his head.
"Oh! Damn it! So much material, so many resources wasted, and this is the result?"
"Did he die or not? Did he make contact or didn’t he? I’m dying with anxiety! Why isn’t there a conclusion!"
"Did you find out? Did you find out?"
"Damn it! Quiet down! Do you want to draw in those Martial Arts Association dogs? If we’re exposed, we’re all done for!"
"..."
After a long while, the inspection is complete.
"He’s not dead, but it’s no different from being dead. He suffered a super strong spiritual impact and didn’t withstand it, becoming a living vegetable."
Upon hearing this result, the Evil Martial Artists present instantly changed color.
"Damn! What’s going on? Spiritual impact? How could there be a spiritual impact? Is there a problem with the array?"
"We’re doomed. Didn’t make contact with the Divine Race lords; it’s only a matter of time before we’re exposed and caught by those dogs."
"Damn it, that broken array is completely useless. What do we do now?"
"Kaelis, your method is ineffective and even led to a death. You should take responsibility for this."
"..."
As they spoke, suddenly someone shifted their blame onto the Evil Martial Artist who initially provided the method.
However, upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man named Kaelis’s face remained unchanged, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and he snorted coldly before speaking.
"A bunch of idiots! Don’t you have brains?"
"This guy suffered a spiritual impact, which precisely proves the array is useful."
"It’s just that his spiritual power is too weak; he couldn’t even manage communication and got turned into a fool by the aftermath."
"So, as long as someone has strong enough spiritual power, they can successfully contact the Divine Race lords and communicate."
"This waste, who knows if he managed to convey our situation to them? Hopefully he didn’t die for nothing, otherwise it truly would be a waste of resources."
"..."
After hearing these words, strangely, the crowd felt that there seemed to be some logic in them.
But even so, they still felt displeased.
His behavior gave the impression that only he possessed intelligence.
A few breaths later, the crowd exchanged glances and coldly laughed while speaking.
"Kaelis, since that’s the case, let’s do it again, let you communicate with the Divine Race lord."
"Yeah, yeah! This guy is a waste. Hopefully you’re not."
"Agreed! You’ve talked this much, but you think you’re not an idiot. So smart guy, go ahead!"
"Don’t just stand there, prepare! Time is short, don’t waste resources and time."
"..."
While speaking, the group began to work in sync, preparing to initiate the communication array for a second time.
Seeing this, Kaelis’s expression became somewhat unsightly, his gaze somewhat sinister, but he didn’t say anything in opposition.
Because he clearly understood that in such an environment, arguing was meaningless; these guys were dead-set on having him communicate.
Moreover, there were four or five so-called former allies coldly chuckling and eagerly awaiting.
If he disagreed, the outcome was obvious.
Life is like hehe, since you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it willingly.
Thus, he spoke coldly.
"I’ll do it then. You bunch of wastrels can’t even handle such a small matter."
After finishing his words, he ignored the Evil Martial Artists whose expressions turned ugly due to the insult, and took the initiative to step forward, ready to initiate the communication array once more.
A moment later.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
A series of miserable screams rang out, and soon after, several Evil Martial Artists dragged the corpse and placed it in a certain position again.
Aside from that, one barrel after another of fresh blood was poured into the grooves on the ground, forming a kind of array altar in this space.
Afterwards.
Silently, the lights turned off again, leaving only the burning torches.
Murmuring chants echoed uniformly from the crowd.
"Ah bo ne ah ne bo bo ne bo ne ah ah ah..."
"Praise the great god above, master of the Ten Thousand Races, source of all beings..."
The eerie atmosphere thus generated, mysterious crimson rays emerged from the messy gouges.
The copious blood and Qi Blood from the corpse seemed to be devoured by some unknown existence, gradually disappearing into thin air.
In the central position, a blue spatial ripple appeared, not large, roughly the size of a human palm.
Next, Kaelis took a deep breath, feigning calmness as he stepped forward, pouring all his spiritual power into it and sending a message.
If possible, he wouldn’t want to risk using all his spiritual power.
But his strength was insufficient, so he had no choice.
Otherwise, there would be no way to transmit the message and establish contact.
On the other side, deep within the Ten Thousand Races, after venting for a long time, the Beast King calmed down considerably.
At this moment, it suddenly noticed the automatic activation of the altar and the appearance of a communication-use spatial tunnel that was countless times smaller in the center.
In an instant, it restrained its temper, crouched low, and carefully used a trace of Spiritual Power to start communication.
This time, it wouldn’t act as it had before.
At the very least, not until it successfully acquires tens of thousands of people from the Human Race as sacrifices to report to those above will it do differently.
Otherwise, who knows when the next opportunity to establish contact might arise.
