Zhang Meng and Li Cang were distressed at this time.

They must find new powers to fight against the ever-increasing monsters.

"It seems we have to go to the previous camp to have a look." Li Cang said.

"What, you want to imitate them too?"

"No, just refer to the process and details. We will not use people as sacrifices."

Zhang Meng then nodded.

Then the two went to the previous camp.

Once inside, they felt creepy.

All I saw was a square.

The square is filled with fresh pâté and plasma.

Supposedly this happened a few weeks ago, but the results are still vivid.

"This is an ancient ritual. You can communicate with the gods through the altar and pray for the gods' protection and strength." After looking at it for a while, Li Cang suddenly said.

"So these situations are due to the power of gods?"

"Yes, it was the evil god's power that kept it fresh. For the evil god, this is just a very simple matter." Li Cang said with a smile.

Zhang Meng was silent, but the other party could still laugh.

He is indeed a veteran doomsday survivor.

This is something I can't do.

After Zhang Meng and Li Cang looked at it for a while, they discovered a broken altar among the meat sauce.

After inspecting it, they decided to imitate the methods of these people and build a new altar to communicate with the gods.

They returned to the church camp and found an open space in the center.

Then arrange for the survivors to start building an altar with stones and wood.

The altar is not high, but has a solid structure, with a smooth stone slab placed on the top as a medium for communication with the gods.

Around the altar, they lit torches, and the firelight swayed in the night wind, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the ceremony.

Zhang Meng and Li Cang stood in front of the altar, with a hint of expectation and uneasiness in their eyes.

"Can we really communicate with the gods through this altar?" Zhang Meng said with a hint of doubt in his voice.

Li Cang took a deep breath, with a look of determination in his eyes.

"No matter what, there is no way ahead. We must try. This is our only chance."

"What is the sacrifice?"

Li Cang looked at Zhang Meng.

"Look what I'm doing, I'm not prepared for anything, I thought you were ready."

"You are the sacrifice." Li Cang said and knocked Zhang Meng unconscious with a palm.

"Didn't you say you can communicate with the gods? Then I'll let you be the sacrifice."

Then Li Cang started the ceremony.

He placed Zhang Meng on the stone slab.

Then mutter some words.

Everyone else knelt on the ground and began to pray.

Not long after, a mysterious phantom really appeared next to the altar.

"Are you the goddess of illusion?" Li Cang asked excitedly and without daring to raise his head.

Xiao Huan looked at the unconscious Zhang Meng, with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Hey, are you the ones who want to communicate with the gods?" Xiao Huan's voice contained a hint of joking.

Zhang Meng had secretly woken up at this time.

He and Li Cang looked at each other.

There was a little panic in Li Cang's eyes.

But both of them knew that the woman in front of them was extraordinary, so Zhang Meng did not dare to speak rashly.

"Yes, we need the power of gods to fight monsters." Li Cang spoke again.

There was a hint of panic in his voice.

Xiao Huan nodded.

There was a flash of interest in her eyes.

"I can help you, but you have to pay a price."

Zhang Meng and Li Cang exchanged a look.

They know this may be their only chance.

"We are willing to do anything, as long as you can give us strength." Li Cang's voice contained a hint of determination.

A cunning light flashed in Xiao Huan's eyes.

"Well, I want you to hold a lively festival for me to make me happy." Xiao Huan directly ordered.

Zhang Meng and Li Cang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

They took action immediately and decided to hold a monster-killing competition to please the god.

In addition to the church camp, they also invited all survivors from nearby survivor camps to participate.

As for the invitation, of course it was with fists.

The rules of the competition are simple: whoever can kill the most monsters is the winner.

And the reward is a gift from the gods.

Relevant news quickly spread to most survivor camps throughout the city.

Many survivors were forced to sign up.

Of course many people don't want to come.

The risk is too great and the returns are uncertain.

But it’s no good if I don’t come.

Firstly, they were forced by Li Cang's fist, and secondly, the leaders of their camp also wanted to know what the gods' gift was.

So these people sent some cannon fodder to compete.

There was a hint of panic in their eyes, but of course there was also a glimmer of expectation.

They know that this is not just a game, but also an opportunity for them to show their courage and strength.

If you are unlucky, you will die.

If you are lucky, you may receive a gift from the gods and turn over immediately.

Of course, the leaders of the survivor camps are not stupid, and the people they send are all under their control.

There are also a few leaders who are very confident and participate in the competition themselves.

On the day of the competition, the atmosphere in the camp was extremely lively.

The survivors were armed with various weapons, including guns, cannons and bayonets.

Everyone was anxious and ready to face the monster.

Zhang Meng and Li Cang stood on the high platform, with a hint of nervousness and expectation in their eyes.

"Let's get started!" Zhang Meng's voice sounded.

"Now, the game begins!" Li Cang shouted.

Following the order, the survivors rushed towards a foggy area.

There are monsters that have just been spawned there.

And there are more behind them, enough for them to kill.

The battle begins.

The clash of weapons and the roar of monsters echoed through the sky.

Zhang Meng and Li Cang watched the battlefield nervously, knowing that the outcome of this game would determine whether they could obtain the power of the gods.

An unprecedented monster-killing competition is in full swing.

Zhang Meng and Li Cang stood on the high platform, their eyes as sharp as eagles, monitoring the performance of each contestant.

But after just watching for a while, Zhang Meng got off the platform.
To be continued...