Pound,-----The last shot [Arm Strength Explosion] multiplied the power of the dog boy's sword to the greatest extent.
It slashed down with an army-breaking force, smashing Scorpion's already seriously injured head to pieces in an instant.
The transparent and colorless blood of the monsters splashed everywhere, covering the dog-man boy and the leopard-man boy. The monster finally collapsed weakly, twitched a few times on the rock floor, and died.
Countless props were scattered all over the floor.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha," Husky breathed heavily. He was a little lucky that this game has not added an olfactory system, otherwise the sticky scorpion blood on his body would smell disgusting and would definitely make him He must be suffocating while panting.
There were countless strange sounds in the cave, and it seemed that more insects were approaching.
"It's terrible." Although he was half exhausted, Husky still got up and tried his best to pick up the props: "Hurry up and finish picking up these things. We have to run away."
"Okay, okay, meow," Hal also knelt on the ground to search for props, moving with difficulty on the ground that was made sticky by the blood of the monsters, like mud.
"Ha, Husky..." the little leopard whispered: "Thank you, meow,"
"Uh, thank you for what,"
"Hal had a great time today, Meow. Although it was scary, he was very happy, Meow." The Leopard Man boy smiled with satisfaction: "This is such a good game, I really want to keep playing with you Meow,"
"Hey, hey..." The dog-man boy's face also turned red. He wagged his tail and muttered, "Me too...Thank you, Harwan,"
The strange noises in the cave were getting closer and closer. The two teenagers had exhausted their combat skills. If they encountered those monsters again, they would have no power to fight back.
They quickly picked up all the props on the ground and ran away.
At the same time, on the floating island in the East African Plateau, in the village of the Pygmi cannibals.
The real [hell-like scenery] is revealed in front of everyone.
Just like a horror movie, with lightning and thunder, and under the dark and hazy sky, there is a strange and terrifying village.
The village is surrounded by pillars with countless human skulls on them.
A rough count shows that there are at least 3,000 such pointed pillars surrounding the edge of the floating island, with at least ten skulls stuck on each pointed pillar. In other words, this cannibal village fence is made of at least 30,000 skulls. Surrounded by skulls.
Of course, the pointed pillars are not just decorations. They are lightning rods made of rough iron. These lightning rod skull pillars not only absorb energy endlessly from the lightning in the sky to support the flight of the floating island, but also act as "lighting". "Function: The light of thunder and lightning lights up the sparkle stone hidden in the skulls, causing the skulls to shine from the inside out.
Of course, this kind of golden light is also a strange and terrifying light: they emit from the holes in the two eyes of the skull, so it would be strange if they are not scary.
The houses of the Pygmies are also made of wood mixed with bones. The arm bones and leg bones of various large beasts are the best materials for the pillars of the house.
Under the support of four huge pillars, a frame composed of wood and bones was built, and the roof was decorated with some kind of huge animal teeth, probably from giant African elephants.
This place is simply a village of bones, with the smell of death everywhere. Even the "slates" paving the road in the middle of the village, upon closer inspection, turn out to be the shoulder blades of some kind of monster.
Bedivere swallowed, while Paramedis curled his tail uneasily, curling the cat's tail into a standard circle.
"Look at these terrifying skull pillars... Do you still dare to say that these savages are not evil?" Bedivere asked angrily, walking behind Professor Paul.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, these skulls all come from their tribesmen," Professor Paul showed no surprise at all. He seemed to have been used to it: "According to their tradition, they not only eat sick and dying tribesmen, but also A part of the tribesman's body must be preserved - and this is usually the skull - and in doing so, the souls of their dead tribesmen will live on with the Pygmies forever.
They decorated skull pillars around the village for the same reason: they believed that by doing so, their dead tribesmen would protect them forever,"
"And it's still disgusting to do this, and the horrible things are still horrible," Bedivere retorted in a cold tone.
"Whatever you say..." This time it was Professor Paul's turn to be too lazy to argue with the werewolf anymore, and casually muddled through the matter.
While they were bickering, they walked towards the village square. This square had another circle of sparse bone pillars. There were about two hundred pillars, forming an irregular circle.
The light emitted from the skulls on the pillars illuminated the outside of the square like a street at dusk, neither bright nor too dark.
Coupled with the bonfire protected by piles of stones in the center of the square, the entire square was enveloped in a burst of orange-red light, filling it with a strange atmosphere.
When Bediwell and his party entered the Cannibal Square, the leader of the Pygmies, or the great elder, had already led a group of followers to greet them.
Except for a big and stylish feather hat and a scary necklace made of skulls on his chest, the Great Elder, like other savages, is almost completely naked. Of course, that is used to protect important parts. The rolls of leaves were also terrifyingly large. Bedivere glanced at it for a moment and then quickly looked away. He instantly understood the reason why the Great Elder could become the Great Elder.
The Great Elder of Pegmi bowed to Palamedes and Bediwell, while the followers behind the elder knelt on the ground and worshiped them endlessly.
"Churu, Chuchurush, Diabolahas, Sonohasta," the great elder said excitedly, but Bediwell could not understand even a single sentence of the indigenous languages he spoke.
"The great elder is saying, [Welcome, Sonohasta (God),]" Professor Paul on the side naturally acted as a translator: "We have been waiting for this day for three thousand years."
"Well, that simple sentence of his has so many meanings," Bedivere asked in confusion.
"Don't underestimate the Pygmies. Their language is simple but profound. One sentence can contain the meaning of a book." Professor Paul rolled his eyes at the werewolf: "I have been studying here for thirty years, and I only understand it." It’s just the skin of it,”
"Wow..." the leopard man warrior let out a low sigh of admiration, but there was a lot of joking in it: "Then, Professor Paul, can you translate it for us?"
Tell the Great Elder that we are just travelers passing by. We are really not the [Sonohasta] in their legend. This is a huge misunderstanding."
"Are you sure you want to say this?" said the old scholar, "They will probably become angry and surround you to death."
"It doesn't matter, just say it," Palamedes was already secretly preparing for a fight.
"Churaluk, Dhaka, Kasami Sonohasta," Professor Paul said in a decent manner.
The great elder's expression did not change significantly, and he seemed not to care at all. He said to everyone again: "Dabraren, Brensono Hasta,"
Professor Paul continued to translate: "He said, "Whether you have the consciousness to become Sonohasta or not, you will definitely become it. It is fate that brings you to this place, so they will listen to the guidance of fate. ,]＂
"Oh my god, you expanded his words to almost three times the length..." Bediwell asked suspiciously: "Are you sure you are not telling nonsense?"
Professor Paul rolled his eyes at the werewolf young man again.
"Hmph," Palamedes grunted, "What a bunch of savages talking to themselves."
"Sonohasta, Badakas Nocha," the Great Elder Pegme waved and said, and the group of savages behind him immediately waved their hands wildly, as if in celebration.
"Uh, what's going on?" The werewolf looked confused.
"The Great Elder said that the banquet is about to begin. This is a banquet specially set up to comfort the two [Sonohastas]," Professor Paul replied in a tone that had no fluctuation at all.
"What?" Palamedes and Bedivere looked at each other, both having a bad premonition.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, the entire square was surrounded by hundreds of Pygmies, and a large group of people danced crazily around the bonfire, dancing very hard.
Bediville and Palamedes, on the other hand, were sitting cross-legged on a large altar made of boulders in the square, being worshiped by countless savages.
Professor Paul, who was in charge of translating, sat aside, and next to Professor Paul was the great elder.
The great elder of the Pygmy clan announced a few words loudly, which Bediwell could not understand, but the general meaning was easy to guess: Let's celebrate, bring all the food and drink.
Bediwell's expression changed. In a village of cannibals like this, could the food they eat be... human flesh?
Sure enough, several savages came over carrying several large stone plates, and the ones placed on the stone plates were barbecued meats.
Human flesh...?, Bediwell swallowed. If this continues, things will get out of hand.
"Don't worry, it's not human flesh." Before the food was served, Professor Paul explained: "The Pygmies only eat their own people, and they only allow their own people to eat their own people. They will not treat human flesh." Distributed to outsiders.
I have been here for decades and have never eaten a bite of human flesh, let alone you two new [gods]. Moreover, it is not a big deal to offer the meat of their clan members who died of illness to the gods. Isn't that disrespectful?"
"...Are you sure," Bedivere still questioned in a low voice with suspicion. God knows how different the values of these savages are from those of people in civilized society. In this kind of wild tribe, anything can happen.
The savages placed the stone plate in front of everyone. On the large and rough stone plate was a large banana leaf. On the banana leaf were strings of meat of unknown origin strung together with sharp branches. .