Chapter 4052 Sacrifice
Decker''s eyes lit up. "Let''s go there!"
"What''s happening?" the Snake Goddess asked.
"There is an entire race to be sacrificed and there will be a lot of Arcana. I wonder whether you are
interested in making a move or not," said Decker.
The prey on the Night View Ind was not enough. There would often be wars among the various
races. The races that lost would be captives, and the only fate of being captured was to be
sacrificed.
All the people present had experienced a lot of fights. They understood the cruelty on the Night View
Ind.
Since the members of a whole race were to be sacrificed, the number of Arcana to be produced was
large.
Zen and his group didn''t get many Arcana–now was their chance.
"Let''s go and take a look," suggested Zen.
Fuxi and the others nodded. That night, they quietly left the cave and headed south.
Miserable screams echoed from two mountains away. The distance wasn''t far from them.
When Zen and his group climbed over the first mountain, white hairs slowly flew towards them,ing
from the mountain''s side.
Although the Ghost Powder could hide the aura of life energy, they could still attract white-haired
monsters as long as they moved.
Everyone stopped moving and stood like statues. The white-haired monsters then disappeared, and
they continued with their journey.
Near ake at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of creatures appeared trapped, bound by silver
chains.
They didn''t have Ghost Powder on their bodies and the silver chains disabled their every move.
Out of nowhere, the white-haired monsters appeared like sharks that had smelled blood, devouring the
poor creatures.
The number of creatures that each white-haired monster swallowed was limited to ten. After that, the
monsters turned into a pile of white hairs and gradually dissipated–leaving behind many Arcana.
The remaining creatures trembled as they saw theirpanions being swallowed little by little. Their
chests were filled with fear as the blood of different colors sshed out from the horrible scene.
Screams, pleas, and the sound of kowtows rang one after another, yet no one could save them...
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Flocks of bird-like creatures stood by theke. Their wings were folded on their backs and they
possessed sharp ws. Their bodies were simr to a human''s. Their ws each held a sharp wooden
stick, with the end smeared with thick ck poison.
"Glede Demon race!" Decker eximed in surprise.
"I feel that they are very strong," Pearson said.
"It''s one of the strongest races on the Night View Ind," Decker said with aplicated expression.
"But that''s not the problem. How dare they catch so many races and sacrifice them all!"
"Why, aren''t they supposed to do that?" Pearson was confused.
For both the Grand Pure Realm and the Supreme Pure Realm, the weak races were like helpless fish
on a chopping board; they were always ughtered by stronger races.
Since the Glede Demon race was very powerful, they wouldn''t have any difficulty sacrificing their
captives.
The Snake Goddess figured out Decker''s point. "If they sacrifice so many creatures at a time, it might
cause a bacsh..."
"Exactly." Decker nodded.
Sacrificing the defeated races often happened on the Night View Ind, but it was rare to see several
races sacrificed at a time.
Even the Red Demon race and the Grand Mighty race which were at par with the Glede Demon race
on the Night View Ind wouldn''t do that.
The weak races were not idiots themselves. They were connected, and some of them had close
associations.
Any force sacrificing several races at a time would cause arge number of weak races to team up as
allies.
After allying, there would be a reshuffling of powers among the forces on the Night View Ind.
Such things had happened several times in history. The top-ranked races were killed by the alliance
every time. As time passed, the alliance fell into a state of disunity, and finally, the situation returned to
its original state.
"If the Glede Demon race dares to do so, something must have happened in the Ghost Mountain. They
need to umte enough Arcana, s..." Decker concluded. The Wooden Leaf race was also a
weak race. He felt sorry upon realizing the fate of these several races.
The process of the sacrifice was rough.
Suddenly, more than ten strong warriors had broken the silver chains, fleeing in all directions.
The Glede Demons on guard flew one after another. They raised the wooden sticks, aimed at the
creatures, and threw them down swiftly.
"Puff, puff, puff..."
The wood sticks thrown by the Glede Demons hit their targets hard and urately. They nailed the
warriors to the ground, forbidding their escape. The well-trained Glede Demons returned and lined up
once again.
Zen and the others couldn''t help but frown upon witnessing the fighting strategy.
Just as Decker said, the strength of the Glede Demon race was far stronger than that of ordinary races.
It would indeed be very difficult to fight them.
The white-haired monsters were efficient. In just an hour, hundreds of creatures from other races had
beenpletely devoured at the foot of the mountain, leaving the Arcana on the ground.
These creatures had lost a lot of blood as they were swallowed. The blood flowed into theke, dying it
with vivid colors as it mixed with the water''s rippling.
"These Arcana are enough to let you all enter the Ghost Mountain," said Decker. "But the Glede
Demons are very troublesome. They like to act as a group while each of them is very strong!"
Zen, the Snake Goddess, and the others didn''t say anything. They observed in silence.
Getting these Arcana could save them a lot of time, and they didn''t have to invade the mountains one
by one.
It would be difficult to obtain the Arcana directly from the Glede Demon race, however, there was still a
chance. They still had the Light of Annihtion, which could burst out and destroy the Treacherous
Beings that the Glede Demons had merged with.
The Glede Demons quickly collected the Arcana on the ground and put them into a gray cloth bag. One
of the Glede Demons flew to a huge nearby tree while carrying the bag.
Only then did Zen and the others discover that a Glede Demon was hiding on the top of the tree!
The Glede Demon had sharp eyes; each of his feathers was like a dagger sticking out from his body.
The feathers were pure silver, reflecting light that was inconceble by theyer of Ghost Powder on
his body.
"That''s Bhus, the leader of the Glede Demon race," said Decker in almost a whisper.
Taking over the cloth bag, Bhus looked at the Arcana within it and seemed dissatisfied. "Nearly five
hundred captives afflicted, yet you only obtained a few Arcana. These are only two thousand. Why?"
Several Glede Demons lowered their heads in silence.
The number of Arcana produced after a captive was afflicted did not result in a fixed amount.
Up until now, no one had figured out the rules.
The number of Arcana produced was at random.
In some cases, a lot of Arcana had appeared after small creatures were swallowed up, while there had
only been a few Arcana withrge creatures.
Even after a pair of identical twins were killed, there was a huge difference in the number of Arcana
from them.
In other words, the amount of Arcana that appeared after the creatures were sacrificed was entirely
based on the mood of the white-haired monsters.
For ordinary races such as the Wooden Leaf race, two thousand Arcana was a rare great harvest.
However, Bhus was still unhappy with this number
because the Glede Demon race paid a huge price to get these captives.
"We... we have umted a lot of Arcana. Isn''t it enough?" one of the Glede Demons couldn''t help
asking.
Around this time, they had already ughtered nearly more than forty races; there were even a few
large races among them.
They had already surrendered a lot of Arcana in the hands of the leader, but these Glede Demons
couldn''t figure out the reason it was not enough.
"It''s not enough," Bhus answered coldly. "That''s all for tonight. Follow me to the West Shrine
Mountain tomorrow!"
When he was about to leave, he looked up at the mountain and said in a chilling voice, "You have
hidden for so long. Why don''t youe out?"