The terrifying heavens inside the box

"Ancient God? That's nothing but an evil god! You yourselves released an evil god, and now we don't even know where it went?"

Marty, the "smoker" among the five, was unusually clear-headed at this moment and retorted with a single sentence.

Steve Hadley, who already had a bad temper, finally couldn't hold back and pointed his finger at the other person:

"Hey! Kid, the power of the ancient gods is beyond your comprehension! This sacrificial ritual is merely a fragile balance maintained to prevent humanity from being destroyed by them. No one, no one has ever dared to desecrate all of this like you!"

"Hadley!"

Ripley, the big boss of the base, frowned. She hadn't gotten the answer she wanted yet and didn't want to anger him so soon.

Sure enough, Kurt raised his hammer: "Listen to me! My friend can say whatever he wants. You have no right to do anything to us, and don't even think about doing anything to us."

When the hammer crackled with electricity, everyone present calmed down.

Finally, Diana gritted her teeth and said, "We can tell you where that evil god went, but you must first tell us why we were chosen? Why are we the sacrifice?"

Hitzson and Hadley both looked at Ripley, and only after she nodded did they explain to the five of them.

only……

"Really? Athletes, scholars, fools, sluts, virgins—you've been using this template to select your sacrifices all along?"

The five members of the Kurt group never expected such an answer.

Hadley was adding fuel to the fire.

"This is a necessary sacrifice for the future of humanity."

"Therefore you were chosen, although it is unfortunate..."

Marty shook his head: "I don't think that's what they mean right now."

He said impatiently, "Don't you know that Horton is a football player, Kurt is the only one among us who got a scholarship, and there are also Jules and Dinah..."

“We know,” Hadley interrupted him. “We all know, so we use drugs to make you look like that.”

"This is a global sacrifice! Not just you, but all countries must select their own offerings."

"Finding five eligible young people within the time limit, and getting them to voluntarily participate in the sacrifice without any prior knowledge, is no easy task..."

"What!" Jules' face flushed crimson as she recalled the nightmare she had experienced in the woods last night. "Voluntary? You call it voluntary when you deceive people into going to their deaths?!"

"Hehe! Baby, don't get excited."

Kurt had calmed down by then and quickly hugged his girlfriend to comfort her. Without the influence of the drugs, he had figured out the situation of the five of them.

There's a huge force behind them; getting into a conflict with them here wouldn't be a wise choice.

Seeing that the five people opposite him were no longer speaking, Hitzson continued Hadley's words.

"The ancient gods didn't care about the truth."

"This is a sacrificial ritual that began in ancient times. It has always been just a formality, not a matter of essence. The ancient gods only wanted to see the stupidity, ignorance, struggle, pain and death of mankind... and then fall asleep."

Marty retorted sarcastically, "That's a good idea. You should try offering yourselves as sacrifices then."

The three remained silent, their faces still expressionless.

Finally, Ripley spoke up: "Now that we've told you what you wanted to know, you also need to tell us the whereabouts of the Ancient Gods. This is crucial to the survival of all humanity!"

Kurt chuckled. "If that's the case, then I think you don't need to worry."

"What do you mean?" Hitzson frowned.

"Because another extraordinary being resolved the matter!"

Upon hearing this, the three people opposite exchanged glances and then all turned their gazes to the hammer that could generate electricity.

Noticing their gaze, Kurt raised his hammer and pointed it to the sky:

"That one is different from the evil god you are offering sacrifices to; He is the true...god!"

……

In reality, seeing Kurt earnestly praising him, Wang Hao, who was sitting in a chair watching the show, felt a little embarrassed.

It seems we have no choice but to give them the Thunder God's Chisel.

But when is the best time to launch it?

Isn't this a bit too deliberate...?

……

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to have such powerful weapons..." The "redneck" old man, whose ropes had been untied, looked apologetic.

"Relax, Mordecai." With only a handful of men left, Hadley could only offer words of comfort to the "prophet" who used to be ridiculed by them at the base for his eccentric and mysterious ways.

Hitzson turned his head and looked at their organization's big boss, Ripley.

"They refuse to cooperate with us, what should we do?"

"And that hammer certainly doesn't look like a high-tech product."

Ripley rubbed his forehead: "This is good news, but it still needs further confirmation. If what they say is true, this global crisis can be temporarily resolved."

"The remaining ancient gods who were awakened from their slumber due to the failure of the sacrifice will most likely choose to lie low and observe first."

"Great! So what should we do next?"

Hadley directly expressed his dissatisfaction with his impending unemployment.

Ripley glanced at him: "The world is safe, but do you think we're safe?"

"Even if those young people don't tell anyone, do you think Congress and the military will be unaware of this? Do you think they'll let us off the hook?"

"We possess supernatural technology far surpassing that of the world, and we have repeatedly refused to share it with them. If we temporarily lose the threat of the ancient gods, will those hyena-like creatures let us go?"

"Furthermore, the global sacrifice has failed, and the American base has been destroyed. If news then breaks that some of the ancient gods have disappeared, what do you think the countries that participated in the sacrifice will do?"

"They will only think that America has obtained the power of the ancient gods, or even some more powerful weapon that can destroy the ancient gods, and then take the opportunity to join forces to put pressure on America in order to share the power of the ancient gods or the weapon that can 'kill gods'."

"But in reality there's nothing there. At that time, having lost our usefulness, we'll be seen as the culprits."

"There is no place for us anywhere in the world anymore."

These words instantly made the expressions of Hitzson and his two companions turn ugly.

Ripley continued, "Now we only have two choices in front of us."

"We worship a stronger new god, provided that 'He' truly exists and is willing to perform great miracles to continue resolving the threats posed by other ancient gods."

"Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to... summon the ancient gods to divert the attention of Congress, the military, and the entire world, making ourselves indispensable again!"

Upon hearing this, Hadley and Hitzson realized that they were in an extremely dangerous situation.

"What if the Old Gods cannot be summoned... or what if we actually manage to summon them?"

The four fell silent again.

Ripley looked at them: "Do we have a choice?"

"Before Congress and the military can react, I'll use my connections to prepare. Have your people initiate the ceremony at the nearest backup base. We need to be prepared in advance, regardless of whether we can summon the Ancient Gods!"

Hitzson hesitated, "But the sacrificial summoning ritual at the backup base has never been tested... Can it really summon the Old Gods? Can we really influence them through it?"

After asking these questions, he noticed that Ripley's gaze was fixed on the direction in which Kurt and the others had driven away.

"Then we'll have to gamble on how much of our friend's truth and how much of his lies he's told."

……

Wang Hao, standing outside the box, stroked his chin upon seeing this scene.

"Tsk tsk, interesting."

"Since you need an evil god so much..."