Imperial Crown.

Chapter 458: Magnubiye Sacrifice

Chapter 487: Magnubiye Sacrifice

The altar was quickly set up.

Magnubiere, the chief god of the goblins, holds the power of war. This ancient god is bloodthirsty and murderous. Although he has never fallen into chaos, he does not pursue order either.

When people mention goblins, words like dirty, messy, and simple come to mind.

But the rituals concerning the gods can never be taken lightly.

Flames jumped and burned in each brazier.

The four-pointed star ritual array was outlined with the blood of magical beasts mixed with herbs and minerals, and it had a crystal-like texture under the firelight.

At each of the four vertices of the magic circle, there was a fresh skull, with fresh flesh still remaining between the bones.

One for a goblin, one for a bugbear, one for a hobgoblin, and one for their close cousins, the kobolds.

In the center of the magic circle, there was a stone mortar, covered with layers of black, burnt brown, and dark purple bloodstains, and the original color could no longer be seen.

Like a butcher's chopping block.

Jiujiulinga changed into a loose robe, with a string of bone beads hanging around his neck. He walked barefoot on the edge of the magic circle and walked step by step to the stone mortar.

"Bring it up."

When the Chirping Linga opened his mouth, his voice echoed as if it came from the ground.

The tall bear goblin guards brought up rows of living sacrifices. They were a group of female goblins with round, obviously pregnant bellies and shock and fear in their eyes.

They opened their mouths but could not call for help because their tongues had been cut out.

With the uniform movements of the guards, the throats of these female goblins were cut, and the blood spurted out and seeped into the soil and disappeared, making the entire magic circle emit a bloody light.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

The guards continued to work in silence. They used knives to cut open the bellies of the dead female goblins and took out the dead babies.

Until they found a baby whose hands and feet were still twitching, and brought it to Jiujiu Linga.

Jiujiu Linga reached out to take the baby, placed it on the stone mortar in front of him, waved his hand, and sent all the others away.

"The great, the noble, the supreme Magnubiye, Lord of the Goblins, Lord of War!"

"Your humble servants here offer the bones, blood, and flesh of our people. We pray that you will listen to our requests and protect your bloodline and faith here."

"Please, in this pure body that has your noble blood flowing through it, infuse your great power and lower your eyes."

"Give us victory in battle, give us songs of glory!"

After praying all this, Jiujiulinga pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and slowly and firmly stabbed it into the baby's chest.

"Wow--"

Sharp cries pierced the night sky, so loud that they almost completely drowned out the shouts and cries of the battlefield.

On the baby's body, dark red veins lit up, centered on the wound where the dagger had pierced, making the child look like cast iron.

Dark red ripples spread as the child cried.

The silver moon was no longer in the sky, and the sounds of passionate roars, weapons clashing, and war drums rang out from nowhere!
The situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

The originally short goblin pounded his chest with both hands. Blood-red patterns appeared on his green skin, and his muscles and bones swelled like air. His eyes, which originally contained fear or confusion, were now filled with boundless fighting spirit.

This is not just a superficial change.

Hume, the son of the Marquis, who joined Raven's team in the province of Mantelid, was killing with pleasure.

As a second-level transcendent, he didn't need to use his fighting spirit when facing these goblins. The physical strength alone was enough to reap the lives of the greenskins one by one.

Swinging left and slashing right, it was as simple as a game and completely satisfied his romantic fantasies about war.

This is a heroic battle!
Kill monsters along the way and become a true legend in the end!

Immersed in pleasure, Hume did not notice the changes in the external environment until he swung the sword in his hand again and slashed at a greenskin.

Originally, this sword should have beheaded the greenskin.

However, this time, the greenskin waved the short stick in his hand to block his attack!
"What's going on?" Hume was stunned, thinking that he didn't use the right strength. He drew back the sword and turned it into a stab, stabbing the greenskin in the chest.

When.

This time, he was stopped again.

A trace of annoyance rose in Hume's heart. How could this greenskin be able to block his attack?
However, before he could take the next step, the greenskin on the opposite side started moving!

He swung the short stick with both hands and knocked the sword out of Hume's hand. Then he suddenly jumped up, swung the short stick in his hand and smashed it on Hume's head.

Hume was completely stunned as he encountered such an emergency for the first time!

"Young master, be careful!" Hume's personal guards immediately rushed up upon seeing this and knocked Hume away with their shoulders.

Hume fell to the ground, and the dull pain in his chest brought him back to his senses. He struggled to get up, feeling ashamed of his performance just now, and said, "You don't have to come. I can kill this kind of goblin with just one sword..."

The playful smile on his face suddenly froze.

Hume saw his personal guard turned his head and saw that familiar face was covered in blood. It was no longer recognizable. Half of the skin on his face was bitten off and his eyes were as round as a white meatball.

Is this... an eyeball?

Whether it was fear, self-blame, or simply nausea, before Hume could even experience his own emotions at this moment, he bent over and began to vomit like a giant ball!

The goblin who had just attacked his personal guards had a hideous grin on his face, with hairy flesh still hanging from his mouth. He picked up a short stick and rushed towards Hume again!

Hume's body completely froze at this moment, his pupils dilated with fear, and tears welled up unconsciously.

The short stick gradually became bigger in his eyes, and the fear reached its limit at this moment!

Click.

A cold light flashed.

A spear wrapped in fighting spirit stabbed out from the air and pierced through the back of the greenskin's neck. Then, with a strong shake, the colorless fighting spirit turned into blood light, exploding the greenskin's body!

Colorful internal organs were scattered on the ground.

For some reason, seeing this bloody scene, Hume was not as nervous as before:

"Thank you... Lord Hervey."

"Instead of thanking others, you might as well protect yourself." Hervey glanced at him:
"Don't forget, you are also level 2!"

After saying that, he picked up his spear and killed the greenskin who was rushing towards him.

Hume's face turned red, he grabbed his sword, glanced at the body of the guard lying on the ground, and pursed his lips:
"Don't worry, I won't let your death be in vain. These greenskins must pay the price!"

With fighting spirit poured into the sword, Hume roared and stepped forward, taking a heavy blow from a charging bear goblin!
"Huh?" The bear goblin showed a trace of doubt, as if he had not expected that Hume, who had just behaved like a clown, would suddenly have such courage.

At this moment, he saw Hume suddenly put the sword back into the scabbard, which made him feel even more strange.

However, he had no time to think so much on the battlefield. The bear goblin roared and swung the giant sword in his hand to smash towards Hume!
The world in Hume's eyes gradually became narrow, with only the bugbear.

All the noise disappeared, Hume's chaotic thoughts calmed down, and only the bits and pieces of past training remained.

The fighting spirit flowed along the arm into the long sword, filling and pressurizing the scabbard, allowing the scabbard to emit a pale white fighting spirit glow.

When the pressure reached its limit, when Hume could no longer keep the sword in the scabbard, thousands and tens of thousands of trainings bore fruit at this moment.

The fighting spirit gushed out, the long sword was unsheathed, and a horizontal line was drawn in the air.

The bear goblin froze in place, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out of his throat.

With a clang, along the line drawn by Hume, the giant sword in the bear goblin's hand broke into two and fell to the ground, and then the upper half of the body slid down and died completely.

Hume looked at the sword in his hand that was not stained with blood and sighed.

Horizontal slash.

After practicing combat skills for several years, he finally mastered them on the battlefield.

If I had mastered this combat skill earlier, maybe I wouldn't have implicated my own guards...

He shook his head to drive the thoughts out of his mind.

This is a battlefield, not a place for him to be sad.

Hume raised his head and observed the entire battlefield, his brows furrowed deeply:
"……Oops!"

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Chapter 488 I Have a Plan "Damn it——!"

Thor split the goblin in half with one sword. Blood splattered on his face, but he had no time to wipe it off.

I don’t know what’s wrong with these greenskins, but their fighting power suddenly increased.

Both strength and speed have greatly improved. Originally, it would take 3% of the strength to kill it, but now it takes at least 5% of the strength.

The sudden change in the greenskins' combat effectiveness caught the Eagle Army off guard. In just over half an hour, they had lost at least 100 people.

Many soldiers were brought up by Thor, but now he has to watch them die one by one at the hands of the greenskins. Thor's heart bleeds!

Moreover, these damn greenskins seemed to have taken some legendary magic potion and had endless energy, while the physical strength of the Eagle Army, including Thor, was decreasing.

If this continues, they will probably be wiped out before dawn.

His eyes fell on the camp, where a ball of blood-red light was constantly spreading and splashing outwards. Even an idiot would know that the reason why the combat effectiveness of these greenskins suddenly increased must be related to it.

There is no way to escape by running, we must find a way to interrupt the operation of that thing - no matter if it is magic or witchcraft!
But these greenskins are not mindless beasts, why would they just watch him rush over? !
The battle continues.

Thor swung his sword and killed a giant earth demon that was charging at him. Just as he was about to put away his sword, he heard the sound of wind breaking through the air behind him.

Oh no, I’m going to get hurt.

Thor gritted his teeth and prepared himself for the next blow, but the blow never came.

He put away his sword and turned around, stunned for a moment: "Moas, why are you here?"

At this moment, Moas's face and body were covered in blood, and scratches could be seen on his armor. It was obvious that he had experienced a lot of hardships when he came from the southern battlefield to the north.

It was he who killed the greenskin who attacked Thor from behind.

"Hoyaz asked me to come." Moas looked calm and spoke very quickly: "Keep going. We will all die here today. If you want to survive, there are two ways."

"Or, we can each abandon our subordinates and break out..."

"Impossible!" Thor kicked a Goblin who was rushing towards him.

"I would rather die here than run away and be punished by the Earl's military law!"

"I knew you would choose this. We agree with you." Moas said, "So we can only choose the second option."

"Charge into the enemy camp and interrupt this ceremony."

There was no time to confirm why Moas knew this was a ritual. Thor said irritably, "I know this, but you also saw that these greenskins were like crazy, and the large army couldn't break through at all."

"Besides, whether it's a ritual or magic, to be able to bring such a powerful benefit to the goblins, the caster must be extremely powerful, or of high status, or both. He must be surrounded by a lot of protection."

"Even if we send a small number of elite troops to attack, there is no way to really save the situation."

"Hoyaz thinks the same thing," said Moas, "but I think we still have a chance to turn the tables."

"You? Have you figured out a way to turn the tables?" Thor was a little confused.

Moas nodded and said, "Yes, that's why I'm the one contacting you. I'm afraid others won't be able to explain it clearly."

For the first time, Thor took a serious look at Moas.

The youngest son of the Earl's family has performed well since joining the Eagle Army, but his performance is still far from being excellent.

When Thor and his friends had a private gathering, they talked about those people sent from outside the area, and they all agreed that Moas would not amount to anything great.

But today, Moas said he had figured out a way to break the impasse.

Regardless of whether it is feasible or not, the fact that Moas was able to cross the battlefield and come to Thor's side is enough for Thor to look at him with respect.

Thor said: "Then tell me about your plan."

A few minutes later.

Thor's face was filled with surprise and a hint of solemnity: "This is a plan that involves a high risk of death..."

"There is no time to hesitate." Moas said: "It is better to fight to the death than to wait for death!"

"...I understand." Thor gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will break through here and attract the other side's attention."

"No, it can't be you." Moas shook his head: "You are the core of the army here. Before the war is over, anyone can leave and anyone can die, except you!"

Thor smiled bitterly with a complicated expression: "Okay, I get it."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Moas swung his sword, and the icy fighting spirit on the blade froze a goblin that was rushing over. "They're still waiting for my reply."

After saying that, he turned and left, disappearing from Thor's sight amid screams and the sound of swords clashing.

Thor stared at his back for a few seconds:

"Pass my order, have all the extraordinary people gather here!"

A few minutes later, the extraordinary people brought by Thor gathered.

Thor briefly explained the plan, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

This is a life-threatening mission, and no one can be sure what kind of dangers there are in the goblin camp.

If Moas's plan failed, then those who went would surely die; even if it succeeded, there was a high possibility that they would not be able to live to see that scene.

He thought that the announcement of the plan would be met with silence, but what actually came was an enthusiastic scramble.

“Haha, this is a rare opportunity.” Turo said with a smile: “Boss, leave this task to me and Baiduo.”

Severin shook his head and said, "You two brothers have gained enough benefits from following Thor. Why don't you stop fighting for it now?"

"In my opinion, it would be better to leave this task to Magid and me."

"We have to be in the spotlight." Hervey stepped forward. "Isn't that right, Brother Lamb?"

"I want to go too!" Hume shouted, "This is what a hero should do!"

"Then I will be responsible for protecting Master Hume." The donkey came up with a nasty face.

Thor's heart was burning: "You guys..."

To be honest, it's all because of Thor's desire to gain some merit and fame that everyone is in the current predicament.

Now even if they withdraw directly and put all the blame on Thor, that would be natural.

But none of them wanted to do so, instead they were bravely taking the lead!
"Time is running out, I won't waste any more time talking nonsense." Thor gritted his teeth:
"Since everyone is willing, then let's follow the tradition of our Eagle Army and draw lots to decide!"

"If anyone dies, I will take care of their family! If they can come back alive, all the credit for this battle will be theirs!"

Although the younger generation present did not experience that era personally, they have heard that story countless times.

When Earl Raven went on an expedition to the Bloody Highlands, Eric, who was not even a knight yet, was responsible for leading the main force of the Eagle Army to fight against the "Sand King" Heleti.

In order to delay time, someone must lead the army as the vanguard; and no matter who goes into battle, he will face a life-and-death situation.

In order to be fair, Eric used the method of drawing lots.

Over the past ten years, as Thor said, drawing lots has gradually evolved into a tradition within the Eagle Army.

So of course everyone had no objection and nodded in agreement.

Without time to prepare slowly, Thor tore off the leather bag from his waist and cut four leather strips with his sword and held them in his hands.

Each of the four groups sent a representative to take a leather strip from Thor's hand.

"Wow, my luck is pretty good!" Hervey swung the short stick in his hand:

"Brother Lamb, please come with me!"

Lamb picked up his battle axe: "...Is there any need to say more?"

Thor's heart was beating a little anxiously.

That year on the Bloody Highlands, Weisdon was selected and became a pioneer. Although he was seriously injured, he eventually survived.

Hopefully, Hervey and Lamb can replicate Weston's good luck...

"I'll leave the rest up to you," Thor said in a deep voice.

"But right now, there is no need for you two to take action."

"Everyone else, come with me and clear the way for Lamb and Hervey!"

As he spoke, Thor separated the crowd and silver light burst out from his hands.

Infused with iron and steel fighting spirit, the long sword turned into a giant sword like a door panel and swept across!
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(End of this chapter)