Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 194 Primal Altar (15)
The crisp sound made Steven's heart skip a beat.

dong dong!

What is that sound?
Was the thing I took out from that temple actually an egg?
But if it was enshrined in the temple... then what kind of egg would it be?
The fetus of a god?

Or an angel's egg?

In the past, he had heard many, many stories about the Misty Mountains.

And among all the legends, there is one that is the oldest and says:
An ancient god is buried in the Misty Mountains, and he will one day return to the mortal world.

But because the legend was too old, few people had heard of it. He had only found a few words about it in his great-grandfather's study.

At this moment, he felt as if he was holding a huge rock weighing more than a thousand pounds in his hands.

"..."

Steven's body trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to drop the package in his arms, nor did he dare to do anything rash.

He stood silently in front of the wooden stake. After a long time, the package did not make any sound again, and he felt a little relieved.

It was only at this time that he had the energy to observe his surroundings. He looked at the wooden stake in front of him.

There are obvious signs of human treatment on the wooden piles, and it should not have been long ago.

Is there anyone living nearby?
This discovery made Steven feel a little more at ease, because if there was someone, there would still be hope of survival!

But he didn't dare to draw a conclusion like that.

Because of their previous experience, their group only felt like they had spent two days in the Misty Mountains, but in fact they had spent a whole week.

In the fog, time is confused.

He wasn't sure whether someone had really dealt with it a few days ago, or whether it had been like this for a long time.

But no matter what, this discovery still gave him some hope.

He observed the patterns on the stake and saw a pattern of a bird flapping its wings.

It was hard to tell what kind of bird it was, but its wings were stained with blood that flowed from top to bottom. The scarlet wings looked ferocious and sacred.

“Is this the altar of some god?”

Steven observed his surroundings and an idea came to his mind.

Perhaps, this is a primitive altar dedicated to some god or spirit?

Although he is a ranger, he actually learned some druid skills when he was young.

I once traveled with a druid of a primitive sect who liked to have close relationships with bear-like creatures for some reason, and learned a lot of secret knowledge at that time.

In some ancient areas that have not been discovered or touched by gods, there is generally an ancient shamanism or belief in spirit worship.

Those primitive tribes would make such simple altars and offer sacrifices at special times.

And those beings that are worshipped will generally accept or even demand blood sacrifices.

Blood sacrifice, an ancient custom rejected by most of the gods believed in today.

The offerings for blood sacrifices are mostly the corpses of prey, whose blood is allowed to soak the altar to please the gods.

Or they could be corpses from a hostile tribe, whose deaths would satisfy the gods.

In recent years, even some evil gods no longer demand blood sacrifices, and only the most insane and primitive beings will accept blood sacrifices.

Such an existence is extremely dangerous!
If you easily get in touch with them, the probability of death will be extremely high.

Do you want to try it now?
Steven hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to act rashly.

Although the being being worshipped seemed to be a bird spirit or god, the blood on its wings gave him a bad feeling.

Although he was now at his wit's end, he was still unwilling to have direct contact with such beings unless he was in a truly desperate situation. As a descendant of an adventurer, when he was young, he had read too many stories and cases of people dying suddenly after rashly contacting unknown beings.

He didn't want to become such a pitiful tragedy... although at this moment he was not much different from that kind of tragedy.

"Let's think of other ways... If there is really no other choice, try to contact Him again."

While thinking about this, Steven suddenly felt a fierce sleepiness coming over him.

He didn't have time to resist at all, and he fainted and fell heavily on the scorched earth.

thump.

The Misty Mountains are not quiet under the blood moon.

As the power of evil grows, all kinds of beings in the darkness become restless and emerge from the shadows.

They travel, fight, and wander through the mountains...looking for prey, or becoming prey to others.

But in a corner of the fog, a quiet pure land appeared.

Under the faint light emitted from the wooden stakes, no creature dared to approach this place, and the entire pure land seemed extremely quiet.

The injured middle-aged adventurer lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep, without arousing any curiosity.

After Steven fell into coma, the package he was holding tightly in his arms trembled slightly and the crisp sound that had disappeared appeared again.

Click...click!

Steven had a rather long dream.

In his dream, he kept searching for a way to escape from the Misty Mountains after waking up.

After the fog cleared, he began looking for a way to escape.

The first time, he set out eastward along the altar, and he eventually came to the sea, where he found enough food to fill his stomach.

But when Steven goes in any other direction, he will get lost, eventually die inexplicably, and finally wake up in the Pure Land again.

He entered a never-ending cycle, dying and waking up over and over again.

Finally, after trying for who knows how many times, he finally plucked up the courage and shaved a little bit of sawdust off the wooden stake.

He tied the wood chips together with the branches he had collected and lit them, then walked into the mist with the torch in hand.

That time, he was still lost, but he did not die inexplicably in the fog.

He didn't know how long he walked, until finally the torch went out and he fell to the ground and woke up again in the pure land.

After that, Steven tried countless times and walked into the fog with a torch.

Until one day... at the moment the torch went out, he heard the sound of flapping wings coming from the fog.

Finally, he looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a pair of scarlet wings that were particularly dazzling even in the fog!
And after his death this time, he did not continue into the cycle.

Steven woke up completely.

……

"What was that dream?"

After Steven woke up, he was in a daze for a long time and finally regained his composure.

Was it really just a dream?
After a moment of silence, he decided to verify it.

But just as he stood up and prepared to head east to the beach, he was stunned again.

The package in his arms... was gone.

　Thanks to the Lake Singer for the tip
　
(End of this chapter)