"pity……"

Henrik's voice changed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, when your strength reaches you in the future, you will naturally understand how difficult it is to be promoted to extraordinary things."

"Especially ordinary people like us."

When talking about the word "Only Man", a hint of unwillingness flashed in Henrik's eyes, but it was soon replaced by the frivolity that had always been.

"Especially you also chose the traditional route."

He continued.

"The era of the old hunter is over."

Silver-white pistol rotates at fingertips.

"Now is the era of technology!"

Roger was silent.

Although he and Hannam were fighting very well just now, if it were Henrik, it would probably be a shot or two.

In comparison, cold weapons do not have any advantages.

However, Roger was not worried about this. He had a Hunter's Hunter's Hunter, as long as he passed the grass trial step by step, he would definitely be promoted to extraordinary.

After that, there are two other trials, plus the magic seals and mutants of the demon hunter, etc. Roger believes that as long as he gives himself enough time, he will definitely grow up quickly.

Of course, the mystery revealed in this world also made Roger secretly wary. After all, the game is not reality, and a lot of knowledge cannot be completely copied and copied.

He did not become anxious, calm and patient because of the Hunter's Lodge, and was a must for an excellent hunter.

After two days of busyness, both of them had almost no rest. Now that the task was over, they naturally relaxed.

And just as Roger and Henrik were discussing where to rest, Amanda, who was far away in the swamp, felt like he was pushing open the door to the new world.

…………

"Start the sacrifice ceremony!"

As soon as the middle-aged woman's voice fell, the entire area immediately became solemn and solemn.

Two women next to him led a doe without any variegated color.

Everyone around began to recite in unison, with short syllables, fast and fast, and Amanda couldn't hear any words clearly. It was obvious that this was a language she didn't understand.

The doe walked to Betty, and he lowered his head and licked Betty's neck intimately.

The crowd of people chanting around held hands and their bodies shook with the rapid scales. What was strange was that they were wild, but the expression on their faces was like stone sculptures.

At this moment, a palm was poked out, and a sharp bone blade cut through the doe's neck, and warm blood gushed out, pouring Betty's face towards the head.

Betty raised her head and let the blood fall from the top of her head and seeped into her body. She opened her eyes wide desperately and looked at a tear from the corner of the docile animal's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Amanda in the distance even forgot to shout. She covered her mouth tightly, and a disgusting smell of blood filled the air, and her stomach was surging, and she almost vomited it out on the spot!

"What kind of ritual is this?!"

Amanda had long heard that most black people living in Swamp Town could find the inheritance of the tribal era by tracking and tracing the origin, but she never thought that in modern society, there would be such a strange and cruel ceremony!

thump!

The doe's body fell to the ground, and something seemed to penetrate Betty's body.

"Loyal believers!"

The voice of the middle-aged woman rang.

"The gods listen to your prayers!"

"Now!"

The woman's voice became high.

"Choose and sacrifice your body, and pious faith will give you the door to extraordinary."

She held the blood-soaked bone blade, knelt down on her knees, held her weapon high above her head and handed it to Betty.

Only then did Amanda notice that although the woman's eyes were bright, they seemed to be covered with a diaphragm.

This woman is blind!

His eyes swept quickly, and the bodies of several women wearing tribal costumes on the woman, wearing different degrees of incompleteness.

"What's going on?"

"These people..."

At this time, Betty took the bone blade from the woman's hand with both hands.

"You only have one chance to choose!"

At some point, the chanting of the crowd around gradually subsided, and everyone formed a circle holding hands, staring at Betty calmly and coldly.

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!!"

From Amanda's perspective, she could only see half of Betty's face. The familiar black girl's face was no longer as lively as before, and she bit her lips tightly.

Let blood flow into the mouth.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Betty raised his head, a trace of determination and ferocity flashed across his face!

"I choose..."

"Sacrifice to my uterus!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her hands holding the weapon suddenly fell down, and the bone blade in her hand stabbed into her lower abdomen!

"Huh..."

Betty gritted her teeth and even smiled at her mouth.

"Great God, please accept my sacrifice and give me a gift!"

The weapon in his hand was pulled out, and at that moment, accompanied by the gushing blood, Amanda felt something important seemed to have left Betty's body with the blood.

She covered her mouth desperately, her body was so stiff that it was terrible. This cruel and bloody scene completely lost control of her body.

Betty fell to the ground with blood gushing out of her lower abdomen, and soon formed a pool on the ground.

Her face became paler, but her eyes were terrible.

Suddenly, Betty's body stood up uncontrollably, and a white light appeared out of thin air, and the light poured into Betty's wound from the void.

Under the influence of unknown energy, her whole body slowly floated up, her hair was covered in windlessness.

A strange symbol flashed away on his forehead, and Betty's eyes became cold. She looked around, paused slightly somewhere, and then quickly passed by.

"Mother, I succeeded!"

Betty whispered.

"My child."

The middle-aged woman cried with joy, "We may have witnessed the birth of a witch."

"Real witch!"

Until he returned to his room, Amanda remained in a daze.

The scene of Betty stabbing the dagger is constantly replaying in his mind.

Meanwhile, in a room full of weird runes, Betty and the middle-aged woman stood up from a dark statue.

"It has been too many years since there have been no descendants of truly witch-qualified people in the tribe."

"Vodoo has never been recognized by traditional witches, and now... our opportunity is here!"

The woman touched Betty's hair.

"Good boy, you didn't disappoint us."

"A new era is coming."

“The Three Holy Spirits are said to have found the true Son somewhere on the South Coast.”

"Son of the Holy Son?"

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"Some people say that it is a natural creature born from the ocean, and some people say that it is a real high-ranking person from another world."

"But no matter which one it is, this is our opportunity."

"Go back to Bay Town, there will be an opportunity!"

"in addition……"

The middle-aged woman changed her mind.

"Did you think it through about that white girl?"
Chapter completed!