I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

After presenting the spiritual offerings, approximately more than two thousand members of the Human Race were brought out under guard.

These people appeared emaciated, their bodies adorned with whip marks, and most of them had despair-filled eyes.

"Birdmen, one day, my Human Race will definitely make you kneel and beg for mercy."

"I don’t want to die!"

...

The martial artists of the Huantou Race, guarding the human slaves, raised their claws and attacked.

"Our ancestors loved your flesh and souls the most."

"Just obediently become the sacrifice."

"Sacrifice!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the martial artists of the Huantou Race quickly pounced on the human slaves and began the slaughter.

The priests of the Huantou Race, crouching beneath the Divine Statue, chanted spells with excitement.

The blood qi emerging from the slaughtered humans quickly twisted into a vortex, as if their souls were being sucked away, flying towards the colossal Divine Statue.

The chanting of the witches grew increasingly loud.

The leading Great Witch Priest was draped in a Flood Dragon Hide, with a human skull cap adorned with sparse feathers, and a circle of smaller skulls hanging around the neck.

It was engulfed in blood qi, continuously dancing.

"Great Ancestor, grant our race guidance."

Several years ago, several branches of the Huantou Race in the Shallow Water Land were wiped out, so the colossal form of the Old Profound Turtle couldn’t be hidden.

Since then, the Huantou Race had become vigilant.

Over the years, the Great Witch Priest conducted several sacrificial rituals annually, seeking revelations from the ancestors.

When Feiyi unleashed the plague in Tianze, the tribe received some forewarning and managed to escape.

"Great Witch Priest, the Divine Statue has shown a sign!"

"Great Witch Priest, something’s wrong, the Divine Statue seems to be bleeding."

In the blood mist, the dance of the Great Witch Priest abruptly halted like being struck by lightning, cautiously looking up at the Divine Statue.

The three-thousand-zhang-high statue was enveloped in cloud and fog, usually making it difficult to discern its features.

But now, a blood rain fell.

"Blood rain!"

The Great Witch Priest’s voice cracked.

"Great disaster!"

"A sign of great disaster!"

"Our race is in danger of extermination."

In an instant, the Great Witch Priest seemed struck by lightning, the whole body trembling like a sieve.

...

After delivering the war soldiers to the five great camps, the various Lords gathered again in the Blazing Flame, to discuss the next steps for advancing the troops.

In the Guest Reception Hall, the tables before hundreds of Lords were laden with meat stew and drinks.

After three rounds of drinks, Lord Jishan raised a goblet and stood, sighing, "I’ve grown old, back when I was young I dreamt of commanding ten million troops, not realizing it would come true at the brink of old age, truly feeling a bit overstrained."

"Indeed, who would have thought Yongyi would have a day of united effort and external expansion."

"Old as I am, I truly feel my energy waning."

A Lord echoed with similar sentiments, almost unintentionally.

At this moment, Huo Shan suddenly spoke, "Elders have worked for the tribe for years, it’s time you rested, leaving these battles to the young."

"Am I right?"

Originally bustling, the hall suddenly quieted down, hands holding the copper wine cups froze in place.

What did that mean?

The silent hall, Huo Shan no longer spoke, gesturing a toast with his wine cup from a distance before drinking it all.

Then he said, "Blazing Flame has the inheritance method of Marquis Yongshan, the method of alchemy and pill condensation, and the method of assisting the promotion of Divine Treasure. Any young people who achieve battle merits will be rewarded; promoting to Divine Treasure is not impossible."

"These words are as solemn as an ancestral oath!"

"I’m truly getting old."

In the quiet hall, a raspy voice suddenly rose, as an aged figure lifted a hand and drank the wine in the cup.

Subsequently, more people raised their cups and drank.

Only a few powerful Lords had uncertain expressions on their faces.