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Chapter 211 - 211 150 Longevity Blood Ceremony (4400)_2

Chapter 211: 150 Longevity Blood Ceremony (4400)_2 Chapter 211: 150 Longevity Blood Ceremony (4400)_2 “I just can’t go on like this…”

Ancient scriptures echoed in the forest, the black, cloaked figures solemn in the frenzied atmosphere.

At one point, the figure in the lead took off his cloak’s hood, revealing an aged face. The countless wrinkles bristly like a bark of an old tree. He lifted his head and yelled, and immediately, everyone else removed their hoods too.

Revealing faces so pale they were void of all color.

Their expressions were strange, each face exhibiting bat-like features, white fangs protruding from their lips.

“Offer up your blood…”

The old man held an old black pottery jar, approaching each figure. That person would then raise a small knife they carried, slashed their wrist, and let the fresh blood drip into the jar. Then the wound would quickly heal, and the old man would then move on to the next person.

A few minutes later, the basketball-sized jar was almost filled. The old man carried the jar to a stream, continuously pouring out blood along a curved line. The blood seeped into the ground, the soil suddenly tumbling and rolling.

After a moment of trembling, a huge grey platform sprang forth from the side of the stream. Looking down from top to bottom, it was unmistakably a round altar, with cobweb-like ceremonial tracks all over it.

The rock surface had a lot of blood grooves, and at the very center was a blood pool with a diameter of two meters. It looked somewhat similar to the place where Casio encountered the High Order Blood Clan sleeping.

At the center of the blood pool, a stone column reaching a person’s chest stood there, with a dark golden cup on it.

“The ceremony begins, bring forth the sacrifices!”

The elder stepped towards the gray-white altar’s center.

At once, several members of the Blood Clan brought over nine individuals with wooden expressions, placing them at nine positions within the altar’s inner circle.

Other Blood Clan members walked up the altar with ninety football-sized balls of flesh, placing them at ninety positions on the outer circle.

There were grooves there to stabilize the flesh balls. These flesh balls only have a thin outer layer, like the stomach of an animal, or to put it more vividly, like a water-filled balloon, except filled with blood. Most of these ninety humans had probably been brutally murdered.

“July first…night without the moon…blood of immortality…”

The elder’s eyes were profound, with his left hand he held the pottery jar, and with his right hand, a small knife. Starting with the first flesh ball on the outer circle, he pierced it with the knife to let the blood flow out, then immediately dripped the Blood Clan’s fresh blood from the jar into it. Suddenly, the blood spread in the ceremonial grooves, reflecting a red spider web pattern.

Some blood overflowed, constantly dripping into the stream beside it, dyeing the clear water red.

The elder started chanting in a deep voice, the tadpole-like black runes on the ground began to glow weakly red, and they lit up.

The ceremony began, and the Blood Clan below was watching fervently.

Distantly, sounds of gunfire and roars seemed to be getting closer. The elder on the altar stopped his chanting.

A silhouette leaped from the forest.

“Report to the elder, it’s that darn mixed-race bunch, they’ve teamed up with humans. All the police of Jinghu and Ming Mountain City police stations are cooperating and are coming here. Our men deployed on the outskirts are engaged in intense battle…” the middle-aged man explained the situation briefly and bowed, waiting for the elder’s response.

“Damn it! Those blue-eyed bastards dare to mess around at our blood ceremony that occurs once every ten years. They’re really audacious!”

A tall, muscular man stood up: “Elder, I am willing to lead a few warriors to kill them…”

The man’s face was ferocious, his eyes were full of bloodlust.

“Good.” The elder agreed, nodding his head and then began chanting again, walking around the outer periphery of the blood pool.

The man respectfully retreated a few steps back: “Follow me!”

Some Blood Clan quietly marched from the edge of the crowd, and a dozen shadows quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

Beneath the stream, the battle had begun.

Three forces were engaged in a fierce fight, tens of figures in black trench coats were swiftly advancing in the forest, their crossbows in hand. Opposite them were Blood Clan members flaunting their fangs, their hands coated in corrosive energy, looking like a pair of red gloves.

Behind these two forces, more police officers in deep blue uniforms were continuously firing to assist the Mercury Hunters. Most officers were using handguns, but the special operations department of the two police stations also had shotguns equipped.

The firearms continuously greeted the nimble and ghost-like Blood Clan in the distance.

Bullets hit those Blood Clan members, splashing blood, but the other party continued fighting as if nothing happened. All the officers were somewhat fearful.

Behind a tree, police chief Kenneth was fighting on the front lines. He held a black handgun in his hand, firing steadily. It was fortunate that although there was no moon this night, the light was still bright.

Under the dim light and the torches, the accuracy of the police was not low.

“Ah!!!”

Far off, a police officer in a blue uniform was knocked to the ground and brutally eviscerated by the Blood Clan.

One after another, several officers were either seriously injured or killed.

The Mercury Hunters also suffered not a few casualties.

It appeared the Blood Clan were having the upper hand.

A black figure in a trench coat suddenly appeared next to police chief Kenneth, revealing a young unruly face.