After sucking the Stammon, Tiga's face showed a refreshing look. Then he waved his hand, and the shriveled fur of the Stammon instantly turned into a leather jacket and appeared on Tiga's body. He closed his eyes and felt it with his divine thoughts. Tiga's body slowly flew up in the air, and then quickly rushed towards the west.

The evil god Sanathis is one of the strongest twelve deputy gods that the god of death Thanatos sat down, and the red-haired Tiga is the most loyal subordinate of the evil god Sanathis.

The rise of the Mengdushawa people is inseparable from the evil god Sanathath. As long as they are gods, they need the power of faith. However, the orderly camp generally uses soft methods, and the evil camp will be even more innocent.

The people of Mundusshawa need to receive support from gods. In addition to the power of faith, they are sacrifices. If there are major requirements, they need to contribute a large number of creatures to the evil god Sanathis.

Gods also need to practice to strengthen themselves and sacrifice. What they value is not *, but the soul power of wise creatures, because the soul power is the most direct supplement for cultivating divine power, and much more than the power of faith.

So the red-haired Tiga came to Bengal Star with a mission.

The city of Shabili, the capital of the Mengdushawa people.

Inside the temple,

The king wore a gorgeous robe and a crown on his head, holding a scepter in his hand, and a pair of fangs on his mouth were inlaid with beautiful gems, but at this moment his small eyes were looking at the busy priests on the huge altar in front of him.

A slightly short and thin Mengdushawa man wearing a high sacrificial robe next to the king said to the king: "His Majesty, five days ago, the temple finally received the will of God. God was very angry and wanted to bring disasters to destroy us. Five days have passed. We tried our best, but we still couldn't communicate with the gods."

The king's face was filled with fear and said sternly: "Great Sacrifice, no matter what method you use, I must calm God's wrath, sacrifice, a large number of slaves, or dedicate it to God with the purest woman. You must succeed, do you know, otherwise, I will also offer you to God."

Then, a group of guards came over with a group of women, Mengdushawa people, with hundreds of people. Some of these women were crying and wailing, and some struggled to escape the next terrifying fate, but they were no match for the tall and strong guards and were taken to the altar.

After the high priest bent down and bowed, he brought other sacrifices to the altar. The high priest began to chant, "O God, listen to my prayers, I will dedicate my purest soul, please do not abandon your humble believers."

The high priest recited the sacrificial words, but the guards lined up the women, took out daggers, and stabbed them directly into their hearts. Blood splashed out. The woman fell on the altar, and the blood gathered little by little towards the center along the stone trough of the altar.

One, two, one hundred.

The women were wailing and struggling, but in the end they were still pierced by their hearts and fell on the altar.

Blood slowly gathered, and formed a blood pool in the center of the altar. Hundreds of priests began to chant verses at the same time, asking for communication with the gods.

The pure blood is ready, the soul has been offered, and hundreds of priests have summoned at the same time. They have used all the methods they can think of. If it were normal, the divine will have arrived here, but after a long time, the altar still has no response.

God has not given grace to this.

The high priest knew that he had failed again.

The old high priest walked down the altar tremblingly, came to the king, bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, God, seems to be really angry and has abandoned us."

The king roared angrily, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. A pair of fangs actually flashed with white light: "God cannot abandon us. We are his most pious people, and it must be the reason for your sacrifice."

Then he looked at the high priest fiercely and said, "I said, if you cannot communicate with God, then I will use you to sacrifice to God."

The king shouted to the guard behind him, "Come on, offer the high priest to God."

He is the king, and without the grace of God, his rule will inevitably be in crisis, so he must not let such a thing happen, nor can people know that the God of the Montushawa people have given up on them.

The high priest was stunned and immediately shouted: "Your Majesty, don't kill me. God is angry because of the last war, not because of me."

The king ordered loudly, "Shut him up."

Bang, someone knocked the high priest out with one punch.

The king looked at the other priests and pointed at one of the bishops and said, "You are now the high priest. I will preside over the next priest. No matter what method you use, I must communicate with the gods at any cost."

"If you can't do it, you will end up like the high priest. Then I will change another one to continue."

The named bishop priest immediately bowed and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, your majesty, I will do my best."

The newly appointed high priest took the man to the altar, took a dagger with his own hands and stabbed it into the high priest's chest. Blood flowed out of his chest and then fell to the ground.

The priests began to chant sacrifices again, hoping to communicate with the gods.

Half a day passed, and the new high priest's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face turned pale because he was tired, but he did not dare to stop because once the sacrifice failed, what awaited him would be the same as the high priest in front.

The king was already impatient and was about to issue an order, when an arrogant laughter rang out in the air.

"Hahahaha, a group of ignorant and stupid bugs, my God is already asleep, and you can't communicate with my God in any way."

Everyone looked up and saw a strong red-haired humanoid creature floating down from the air.

The existence of this person who was obviously not the Mundusshawa caused tension among the guards. The guard leader shouted: "Protect Your Majesty's safety. Trek into the temple and catch the invaders." Hundreds of the most elite soldiers of the Mundusshawa approached the Redhead with the tomahawk sword.

Seeing the Mengdushawa warriors rushing over, the red-haired Tiga was unmoved. He waved his hand gently and saw the dozen people rushing in front suddenly exploded and splashed with flesh and blood. The people behind him seemed to be hit by angry waves. They flew back dozens of meters and fell to the ground, killing and injuring countless casualties.

"A group of crawlers dare to fight with me."

Tiga waved his hand, and the King of Montushawa, who was a hundred meters away from him, suddenly floated up, and then flew quickly towards Tiga.

This action scared the king and screamed: "Don't kill me, I'm the king."

The king was instantly caught by Tiga with divine power, and looked at the king with a joke on his face and said, "Aren't you always communicating with my god? Let me tell you that I am the evil god Sanathis sitting down with the most powerful one, red-haired Tiga."
Chapter completed!