Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 162 Sacrifice
"So, you mean to destroy the Huakli Alliance? To save those Niksaran people?" The Red Dragon said hesitantly. He had come into contact with the power of those pyramids. Although the spells released were not as powerful as the legendary spells, they were enough to threaten him.

Oh my god, when did these neutral dragons become as annoying as the good dragons.

Nemesis tilted his head and said, "This is the reason why I started the war. After all, I can't say that I am here to steal your treasure. If I do that, wouldn't I be the same as a dragon like you?"

After saying that, he looked at the red dragon with disdain, and the latter immediately stiffened his neck and shouted, "What do you mean by the same as me? Neutral dragons are really hypocrites!!"

Juan Celong narrowed his eyes and looked at him, threateningly: "Stop talking nonsense, do you agree or not?"

"If you agree, you can enjoy the spoils. If you don't agree, I will beat you until you agree, and then use your soul to create an obedient puppet!"

When Dironao heard his threat, his eyes widened and he stammered, "How can you be more evil than me? I agree."

Nemesis nodded with satisfaction. He actually just wanted to scare the red dragon. If the other party really did not agree, he would at most beat him into a third-level cripple and then make him sign an oath before God to serve him for five hundred years.

Well, he is still very kind.

As a fellow without moral bottom line, Red Dragon quickly forgot about the threat and said excitedly: "So, when do you think we should start the action? I have been coveting those cities for a long time. This time I must rob their vaults! All the gold coins, all the gems, take them all!"

Nemesis glanced at him lazily and said, "Ninety-one, nine for me and one for you."

Upon hearing this, Dironao wanted to explode immediately, but after seeing the faint green light that appeared at the fingertips of the Volume Dragon, he lay down obediently again.

Nemesis flew to the top of the mountain and looked at the faintly visible black spot in the distance with a gloomy look in his eyes.

A pyramid? Maybe, he really needs one.

But does he really need it?

Maybe he was just looking for an excuse for himself.

The few words from Varosan only revealed the tip of the iceberg, and the bloodiness in them was enough to scare the dragons. Humans are indeed the cruelest creatures in the world. For the sake of the illusory gods, they are willing to do the most vicious things to weak cubs.

Even the ten dragons of good and evil, who are determined to fight to the death when they meet, will never touch a scale of the young dragon.

The scroll dragon on the top of the mountain clenched its claws and made a decision in its heart.
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Hualici Confederacy, Tikal.

This city is located in the northeast of the Death Rainforest. It was from here that Walosan and others escaped.

Across the edge of the Death Forest, the Niksalan Basin and the city of Tikal are approximately 1200 kilometers apart.

Tikal occupied an important passage between two mountains, Mount Popol and Mount Zatar, and was a prosperous trading city.

According to Varosan, the main professionals in Tikal were sent to the front line, and they gathered a large number of warriors from the surrounding towns to form an army. Although a large number of them were militias composed of untrained farmers.

These soldiers were almost non-existent to the two powerful real dragons.

The only thing that is relatively threatening is the pyramid in the center of the city.

Nemesis was lying on the top of the towering Mount Popol. He had scattered countless [Peeping Magic Eyes] down the mountain, hiding in the air and spying on everything in the city.

Dironao on the side said with some boredom: "Is it really necessary to go through so much trouble? I think you can paralyze the entire city with just one spell."

Nemesis did not respond. There were at least tens of thousands of Niksalans in the city. He did not want to bear such a heavy sin of killing, which would immediately cause his camp to deviate towards evil.

His vertical pupils glowed with blinding white light, and he was observing every corner of the city through countless peeping magic eyes.

Street vendors, stone houses, guards with obsidian swords, women walking around with feathers in their hair.
The city looks so normal and harmonious on the surface.

However, it was not until a peeping magic eye reached the central area of ​​the city, the square in front of the pyramid, that he saw a different scene.

The crying baby, the helpless parents who were held captive, and the old and decayed shaman raised the dagger in his hand and pointed it at the baby's chest.

"No! Please! Great Shaman, please, let my child go!" The mother knelt on the ground and cried in pain. Her arm was bent at an incredible angle by the guard behind her and was completely dislocated. The Shaman snorted coldly, put down the dagger, looked at her gloomily and said, "Let me go?"

"Do you think that offering sacrifices to the great sun incarnation Tezca is an insult? Damn false believer!"

The guards behind her heard the shaman's words and broke the woman's arms even harder. She screamed in pain, blood oozing from the armpits of both arms. Her arms were completely broken.

The citizens watching on the side were even more excited and cursed the woman angrily.

"Please, please, please, great Tezca."

The woman burst into tears. Such sacrifices happened every day, but she had once been one of the spectators. She didn't understand why those pseudo-believers couldn't even do something as young as sacrificing their own children. She didn't understand why they should disobey the gods for such a thing.

But now she understands.

She became a mother, a parent, and her heart, which had been twisted by faith and hardened and cold, softened when she saw the little baby coming out of her body.

She still remembered her reaction when she saw the baby. She was stunned, then she laughed heartily, gently picked up the child and stroked his wrinkled skin.

At that moment, she made up her mind that she would never let her children become objects of sacrifice.

But, it was finally her turn.

The great gods of water and fire required each city to offer a baby every day, and Tikal contributed 730 babies every year.

With such a number, it would definitely be her turn.

The shaman raised his dagger high again, and he fanatically praised the god of his faith.

"Great incarnation of the sun, Tezca! Please look at us and enjoy the sacrifice. Your humble servant is here to pray for your mercy! May the evil fire demon stay away from us, and may coolness and breeze remain in Tikal forever!"

The mother lost all her strength and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see her child being chopped into pieces.

"No" the faint cry for help has dissipated in the wind.

The shaman's dagger glowed scarlet, and a huge amount of evil magic power surged out of it. He gripped the dagger tightly and was about to stab it hard.

"Buzz!!!"

A shrill buzzing sound resounded throughout the city of Tikal, and the pyramid behind the shaman burst into brilliant light.

He looked up suddenly, his face gloomy.

"Enemy invasion! Damn it, is it that red dragon again? Didn't the injury he suffered last time teach him a lesson? How dare he come here to interrupt the ritual of God? He is really courting death!"

The shaman immediately dropped the dagger and prepared to return to the pyramid. He was the only one in the entire city who had the authority to control the pyramid, and only the pyramid could deal with the red dragon.

The crowd around dispersed, and the baby was left on the altar, crying and screaming, but no one paid any attention to him.

No, there's one more person.

His father was dead, but his mother was still dying. She struggled with all her might, like a maggot, to crawl to the altar and comforted her child softly.

"Don't be afraid, my child, may Amaiya save us"

She turned over and looked at the azure sky. Two huge black shadows covered the sky like mountains, as if gods had descended to earth.

　Yes. The gods of the Maztec continent are so evil. After all, the main god is a madman like Zaltec, so how good can the subordinate gods be?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)