Chapter 13 Altar
[Altar LV1]
[A complex of buildings exuding a strange atmosphere. It has been a long time since a shaman activated it. People with firm faith can come here to ask for power from the old gods. ]
Several diamond-shaped pumice stones of different sizes form the main body, each suspended in the air a few feet above the ground.
Under his feet is an old, mottled dark green stone.
The whole presents a ring with a gap, layered and chiseled with the [Winter Mother Totem] that can be seen everywhere in Sandon Kaya.
Some lines have become blurred under the north wind and freezing rain in the north.
But now, they are completely outlined by purple light, becoming brighter and brighter. Several inner rings are shining with stars, and the overflowing streams are refracted between several pumice stones, and finally converge into a light column.
When Ken and his men arrived, the light column just shot up into the sky, as if it had penetrated the clouds and connected the stars.
Quima and the tribal warriors immediately knelt on one knee.
Each of them performed the long-standing prayer gestures and chanted the hymn of Mother Winter.
All the fighting power of the village is now gathered here.
Ken noticed:
There are three most experienced warriors in the altar. They stand in a triangle, raise their arms and cut open, and the blood stains the tattoos on their chests.
And there is a "sacrifice" in the middle, no one else, the note shows [Ham Sin]!
His expression is firm and pious, and he opens his arms to welcome the divine power descending from the sky. Every inch of his skin is changing, and there is surging magic rising in the human body.
This power is so strong that a storm visible to the naked eye has appeared.
It keeps sweeping up the snow and stirring the flames. The vortex formed finally condenses into a protective shield, faintly enveloping the entire Sandonkaya Village.
Ice crystals appear on the ground, and the chill is biting and continues to extend outward.
All [Apostles of Painted Ice] and the [Werewolf] who is trying to rush into the altar are restricted in their movements.
As the frost passed under his feet, Ken felt an itch in his heart.
He seemed to be watched by the eyes of the mountains, and the feeling was very similar to being in a spiritual illusion. The skill of [Sacrifice of Winter Mother] also began to respond to this power.
Ken understood that what he saw should be the true appearance of this skill.
The storm began to gather, and several tribal warriors who presided over the summoning collapsed to the ground, while Hamsin, who was in the center, stood up.
He became unusually tall and could even look at the werewolf at eye level.
Hamsin's body was swollen and deformed, his skin was cracked, and there was no flesh and blood in the cracks, but the light that could only be reflected by the snow was shining.
The two monsters stood opposite each other.
One let out a bloodthirsty howl like a beast, and the other let out a shrill and loud whine.
[Hamsin (Sacrifice of Winter Mother)]
Everyone shed tears.
The three warriors had tried before, but only when it was Hamsin's turn did the altar receive a response from the Winter Mother.
So everyone tried their best to delay the invaders and wait for the ceremony to end. Now, all they could do was to witness the divine power fighting against the mutated werewolves.
Bang!
In the center of the venue, the two sides collided and touched.
The strength was equal, and the roar spread far away.
Ken was the first to wake up. He kicked the two people beside him and rushed to the altar.
The [Apostles of Lacquer Ice] gathered here were still eyeing them covetously. The divine power could not deter these thugs who believed in death. The battle was about to break out, and the killing on the werewolf side became anxious and bloody.
There were two [Hunters] and one [Tribal Warrior] who were still holding weapons in their hands and in the center of the encirclement.
[Mission: Santon Kaya in the Firelight]
[Survival: 7/8]
Three of the seven people fell on the altar. Although they were alive, they had lost their combat effectiveness.
Ken and Kuima are external forces, and Hamsin's sacrifice is not included.
The current situation is that the six teams on their side with little combat experience have to fight against seven fully armed, bloody apostles of the lacquered ice.
Ken thought of a way to break the deadlock in an instant!
He raised his [Embroidered Steel Sword] high, and shouted with all his strength: "Tell me your names, follow me to guard the altar, Mother Winter is above!"
Kuima was slightly stunned, as if he thought of something.
He first raised his battle axe, shouted his name, and paid tribute to Mother Winter.
In this atmosphere of a do-or-die battle, everyone felt something in their hearts, and they all raised their weapons and shouted!
"Woolf, Mother Winter is above!"
"Bless Sandonkaya, Bart!"
"Moll!"
"Lloyd!"
...
As the notes pointed out their information, everyone's steps moved towards Ken at the same time.
[Mission: Recruitment]
[Progress: 5/5 (Completed)]
The green stream of light penetrated into Ken's body, but the part that passed over the altar seemed to be blocked. Although it did not decrease, the old god above the stars might have noticed something.
Ken did not have the mind to think about it now.
[Troops: 8]
He distributed all the experience points and healed the three seriously injured people in the center of the venue.
But he also found a problem: experience points can only improve the attributes of followers, and ordinary people in the team can only be treated, so he simply acted as a mobile blood bank.
Ken was in command, leading the team of eight people, showing a slight advantage in numbers, but he did not dare to be careless.
The leading Qibing apostle took the lead in raising his spear.
Quima beside Ken picked up his axe to block it.
The crowd began to intersect, and the sound of blood and swords colliding began to burst out. The roar echoed in the night of Santonkaya, and the fire became the most tragic background.
The Qibing apostles were confused.
As outposts, they slaughtered many villages.
Ordinary tribal warriors were able to show such resilience, while not long ago, these guys were so fragile that they trembled.
Not only are they fearless now, but even the wounds caused by swords and axes can heal in an instant.
The enemy began to panic, and their own team fought vigorously. Some of them did not even notice their own changes, but attributed all the inexplicable courage to Mother Winter.
The team kept moving in the direction of Ken's sword.
They stood flexibly, tricked people in and concentrated on killing them, and those who resisted outside were repeatedly healed.
[Kill: 10/15]
The apostles of the lacquered ice fell one by one.
The battle was developing in a good direction.
A black shadow rushed out of the dust in the distance, and roars came one after another. The monster incarnated by Hamsin was firmly in the upper hand, and the werewolf's health bar kept falling.
But what made Ken feel uneasy was:
Ham Sin's health bar showed an abnormal gray color, which was steadily decreasing, and did not speed up or slow down because of the scars on his body.
Bang!
Ken suddenly fell back.
At the moment when he was distracted, the team without a commander exposed its flaws, and the bloodthirsty thugs had long been accustomed to seizing opportunities in desperate situations. Several heavy weapons split the crowd and rushed in at will!
The iron hammer suddenly swung up!
It only hit Ken's jaw and knocked him unconscious, and blood began to seep out.
At this time, the magical healing technique was interrupted, and everyone present discovered this problem, but the battle was not over yet!