usatvline Chapter 609 Sacrifice and Swallowing
Chapter 609 Sacrifice and Swallowing
Mr. Anker was utterly shocked by Madongar's death. He knew Madongar's strength, which was why he couldn't understand Madongar's defeat.
What kind of powerful enemy could possibly kill this guy!
Mr. Anker was shocked, but he did not stop what he was doing. The death of Martongart made him realize a truth.
That means the person who came to cause trouble this time is exceptionally powerful, which means he has no room to grow, and the original plan must be implemented ahead of schedule.
Looking at the strange yet captivating altar before him, a glint of fanaticism flashed in Mr. Anke's eyes.
The followers of the Evil Eye Cult are mostly fanatics, and he is no exception. As long as he can complete the tasks assigned by the organization, he will not feel any regret even if he dies.
Gulu~
Suddenly, Mr. Anker raised his hands and began chanting a string of obscure and difficult incantations.
As the incantation was chanted, the once peaceful altar began to tremble, and for a moment, a large amount of evil purple light emanated from the dark cave.
"Aaaaaaah!!!!"
Mr. Anker roared, and two purple chains appeared in his palms. In the blink of an eye, the chains seemed to transform into long snakes, biting at the prisoners around him.
Phew! ! !
After the purple snakes bit the prisoners, they began to frantically absorb energy, then quickly split into swarms, frantically draining the energy from the prisoners in the surrounding area.
Sizzle!!!
In a short while, the seemingly frail purple snakes rapidly swelled up, but correspondingly, the condition of the prisoners also rapidly deteriorated, and in just a short time, they were already on the verge of death.
After absorbing these offerings, Mr. Anker's eyes flashed, and he then manipulated the purple snakes to aim at the altar.
Sizzle!!!
In an instant, these purple snakes spewed evil energy toward the altar as if spitting venom.
The energy gathered on the altar and gradually transformed into a crack, which slowly opened in Mr. Anker's eyes.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Anke was overjoyed and immediately increased the delivery speed.
However, the stockpile here was not enough. After a while, the purple snakes that were transmitting energy withered up, but the crack did not open completely.
Mr. Anker was certainly not going to sit idly by and wait for his death. Seeing this, he chanted a few more spells.
Gulu~
As the incantation was chanted, his abdomen quickly swelled up, and then his mouth opened to a great extent. With a series of wriggling movements, he slowly vomited out a corpse!
That's right!
He vomited up a corpse, but that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that what he vomited up was the body of an ogre.
That's right, Mr. Anker, who was the size of a dwarf, actually vomited out a cannibal that was 4 or 5 meters tall!
How did he manage to stuff that in? Could he actually be a member of the Weizhen tribe? And have a huge appetite too?
Boom! ! !
Although it's unclear how Mr. Anker swallowed it, he was clearly in good condition after doing so.
After spitting out the cannibal, Mr. Anker did not stop. Instead, he continued to swallow and spit out many more corpses from his large mouth.
Without exception, these corpses were mostly the corpses of monsters, with goblins and ogres making up a large portion of them.
Mr. Anker stored these corpses as a precaution. He was a cautious man, and even though he had subdued ogres and goblins to work for him, he still refused to let his guard down.
Ultimately, what he did would be considered a cult on the mainland, the kind that everyone would condemn. You never know when a hero might come to deal with him. In order for the altar to function properly, he naturally had to make full preparations.
The corpses stored in his stomach, while not as alive as living creatures, retained a great deal of vitality and should be fine for emergency use.
Moreover, Mr. Anke had prepared quite a lot, and after vomiting for a while, the corpses were almost filling the entire cave.
Sure enough, after Mr. Anker took out the corpses, the purple snakes seemed to sense it and automatically began to draw energy from the corpses to activate the altar.
After this energy was injected into the altar, the cracks that had stopped spreading began to spread again.
hum! ! !
With a series of buzzing sounds, the crack widened and widened, and from the crack blew out gusts of unsettling evil wind. The entire cave was suddenly filled with evil wind, making it seem like a place where normal creatures should not be.
Click! ! !
After the cracks spread to a certain extent, the cracks that already looked somewhat strange underwent another change.
Roar! ! !
A low growl came from the crack, and the next moment a strange change occurred. A bizarrely shaped hand suddenly reached out from the crack.
Roar! ! ! !
How can one describe this hand? It is a humanoid right hand, covered in purple pustules, looking bizarre and grotesque, exuding a sense of disgust amidst its strangeness, a sight of utter devastation. Calling it a monster's hand would be an understatement.
However, on this disgusting and twisted hand, there are three purple eyes.
Unlike the twisted, disgusting arm, the three purple pupils were full of mystery, looking as if they were meticulously sculpted, striking and eye-catching, forming a stark contrast to the tumorous arm.
When Mr. Anker saw the arm, his eyes lit up with excitement, as if he were on drugs. If he hadn't been casting spells continuously, he probably would have jumped up in excitement.
Finally... finally it's here...
As he watched the arm gradually emerge from the crack, Mr. Anke grew increasingly excited. He intensified his spell, hoping to bring out the owner of the arm sooner.
However, at that moment, a figure quietly appeared behind him.
call out! ! ! !
Snapped! ! !
Suddenly, a green spider silk shot out from behind Mr. Anker and tightly bound his neck.
Well! ! !
"What!!!!"
Suddenly locked up, Mr. Anker showed a pained expression. Like most prey attacked by spider silk, he struggled the moment he was bound, trying to escape the hunt.
However, how could the second sister, being the hunter, not know what the prey was thinking? She subtly moved her fingers, controlling the spider silk with a force that wouldn't kill the prey but was just enough to keep it under control, and then slowly stepped forward.
"Who...who are you?!"
Mr. Anker stared wide-eyed at the woman who had bound him.