patriotic.

A mountain top in the forbidden land of the royal family.

The altitude here is not high, only more than a thousand meters, but no one in the patriotic ordinary people knows the existence of this mountain.

Because this is a forbidden area that belongs to the patriotic royal family! Even ordinary members of the patriotic royal family have few people who know the mountain of the forbidden area, and even those who know it are not qualified to come to this mountain.

Only members of the Byron royal family are qualified to climb this mountain.

This mountain is called the Holy Mountain by members of the Byron royal family! Sacrifice ceremony will be held here every hundred years.

This time is no exception.

Although the sacrifice day is Christmas Eve, December 24, every sacrifice will start preparing three weeks or twenty-one days in advance.

Naturally, every time the Byron royal king will lead the members of the direct line and offer sacrifices, and on December 3rd, he will come to the Holy Mountain and prepare for the sacrifice ceremony.

This time, it is no exception.

The top of the holy mountain in the eyes of the Byron royal family is unknown for some reason. It is covered with clouds and shrouded in the sky of the entire holy mountain. It seems that something extraordinary exists here, which makes this phenomenon happen all year round.

Even on this holy mountain, the higher the temperature, the lower the temperature. When it reaches the top of the mountain, it is around zero degrees all year round. The gusts of wind blow, like a cloudy wind, coupled with the cloudy clouds shrouded in the sky and the dry vegetation on the top of the mountain, make this place look like a hell in the dark world, making people feel creepy.

The most important thing is that the top of this holy mountain is a plain of hundreds of square meters, with an altar ten meters high in the middle. On the altar is a cross, to be precise, an upside-down cross.

A circle more than ten meters away from the altar are more than ten stone statues that are seven or eight meters high.

The statues are of different shapes, some are huge bats with wings that are several meters long, with human faces, and holding a strange-shaped weapon in their hands. They look very scary.

Some are normal people, but they kneel on the ground, as if they are worshiping something, as if they are confessing their sins.

Some are unicorns, even snake-body and human head.

In short, any statue looks full of darkness and depression. After seeing it, it will unconsciously create a very depressing, breathless and panic-free mentality.

However, at this moment, more than a dozen people were sitting under the statue, facing the altar, with their eyes closed, and even muttering words in their mouths, as if they were chanting some mantra or performing some kind of ritual.

On the inverted cross in the middle of the altar, there was a man tied upside down, bald head, closed eyes, his hands and feet were tied to the inverted cross, like sleeping and death.

He only had a simple cloth strip covering his chest and underneath his body. His slender figure looked like a woman.

If there were people from the underground world here, or Li Bufan, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This woman was no one else, but Isabel, the queen of America who had disappeared in the underground world for several months! But at this moment, Isabel was quietly hanging on the upside down cross. If it weren't for the faint ups and downs in her chest, it would prove that she was still alive and would be like she was dead.

But even though she still breathes, her breathing is no longer like a normal person.

The already fair cheeks were particularly pale at this moment. The most important thing was that there was scarlet blood donation above her head. At a speed of three seconds, it dripped down and gathered on the altar, on the sign that looked quite complicated.

It seemed that I wanted Isabel to donate blood, and at this speed, to fill the sign with her donated blood.

At the same time, Isabel's life seemed to be passing slowly with the speed of blood donation.

The entire holy mountain top was filled with a terrifying and mysterious aura, and a faint smell of blood was lingering in the air.

A young man below the statue suddenly turned his head and looked at a middle-aged man beside him, asking respectfully: "Father, we need to sit here all the time until her blood donation is dry, will the sacrifice be completed?

The middle-aged man, with blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing a wide black robe, but still could not conceal his elegant and noble temperament.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "That's right."

"We can't leave at all?"

"Yes, Desen."

"What if an outsider breaks in?"

The young man named Desen asked, "After all, this woman has a close relationship with the European Pluto. What should I do if the European Pluto comes over and disturbs our sacrifice?"

The middle-aged man smiled confidently, showed a pair of tiger teeth in his mouth, and said, "No, if it is not my race, you can't find the holy mountain. Even if the Pluto can find it with all his skills, he will not be able to reach the top of the mountain without the bloodline of our race."

"Wouldn't that be foolproof?"

Desen smiled and showed his cute tiger teeth.

On the other side of Desen, a young man who was older than him said, "Only if we have people from our tribe and bring outsiders up the mountain, he can come up."

Speaking of this, the young man smiled slightly and also showed a pair of tiger teeth in his mouth.

It looks like their tribes all have tiger teeth.

But their tiger teeth are more obvious than ordinary people's tiger teeth, and they are thinner and thinner, just like zombies.

But it was not as obvious as the zombie fangs, so it could only be said to be tiger teeth! And when they were talking, in a dim corner, there were a pair of red pupils watching them, silently, just like air, unaware of it.

However, the owner of these eyes did not stay for too long. After a moment, he disappeared from the spot.

It came and went silently, as if it had never appeared here before.

...On the morning of December 4, Li Bufan arrived at the gate of the palace where the patriotic royal family lived alone.

Li Bufan came in a low-key manner, but after he got here, he became high-profile, and even called himself under his patriotic men and the person in charge of the patriotic underground world.

The person in charge, named Cassad, is a middle-aged man. He used to be a mercenary. He is quite strong, steady, bold and meticulous in his work, which makes him highly valued by Li Bufan and Zhou Shuai.

But Cassad was also tired of the bloody life, so he took the initiative to retreat to patriotism, and Li Bufan naturally agreed.
Chapter completed!