Doomsday Code

Chapter 921 Precognitive Ritual

After waiting for a while and still not seeing the sacrificial artifact, the barbarian king knew what their intentions were in returning this time.

It's not their fault. If they had just left with the tribe, let alone whether they could have left before the abyss erupted.

Given the current strength of the orcs, the humans behind the Great Wall would never allow them to cross it.

Only if all these strong individuals perish in battle will the clansmen carrying the sacrificial artifacts have a sliver of hope to migrate south and survive.

The barbarian king clenched his fist, then spoke:

"Use your full power, all of you, and unleash your divine and demonic bodies!"

In an instant, the Barbarian King's figure rapidly rose in height, and a demon god with a dragon's head and human body, bearing the distinct image of a classical Eastern dragon, stood tall in the sky.

A dragon's roar shook the land for miles around. A giant arm formed from bulging muscles and blue scales extended out with dragon claws, which seemed to possess the power to destroy everything, grabbing at the tentacles of the abyss.

The air was instantly crushed, and the already unstable space caused by the dissipation of the power awakened from the abyss could not withstand it any longer and was shattered.

The tentacles formed by the power of the abyss were instantly severed.

The severed tentacles instantly disintegrated and disappeared, while the Barbarian King's attack speed increased rapidly, directly plunging into the abyss.

The other royal clan leaders who could use their demon god bodies also activated their demon god bodies at this moment, allowing their divine power to surge briefly. Then, like the barbarian king, they dragged these abyssal tentacles and charged into the abyss.

This was done with the determination to die, because there is no record of anyone ever venturing into the abyss and returning alive.

Although they are currently in the form of demon gods with boundless power, this state cannot be maintained in the mortal world indefinitely. Once they disintegrate, only death awaits them.

The remaining dozens of clan leaders did not choose to retreat at this time, but instead took over and began to clear out the black demons that had crawled out.

The high priest did not leave with his people; he remained seated in his stone house, though it was no longer as dark as before.

The magical runes carved on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the entire stone house were now emitting a scarlet light, while the high priest sat cross-legged in the center of the stone house.

At this moment, he was holding a crystal book left behind by an ancient civilization, a book that Chen Cheng would definitely recognize.

However, he didn't have any matching glasses from ancient civilizations to read the book. Instead, he used it as a special sacrificial vessel, using his own blood to inscribe witchcraft runes for a ritual.

"Great God, I am willing to offer my blood of Bai Ze, just to secure a way out for my people."

The high priest chanted a prayer, his blood-stained hand imprinted on the crystal book.

As he chanted, his mind began to connect with the blood-red runes in the room. These runes seemed to come alive, flying down from the stone wall and then all flying into the crystal book in front of him.

A buzzing sound spread throughout the far north beyond the Great Wall, and all creatures in the far north beyond the Great Wall heard this buzzing sound, even the barbarian king and his men who had already entered the abyss.

The buzzing didn't last long; the piercing sound soon disappeared.

Meanwhile, the high priest inside the house had all his blood drained instantly, leaving him looking like a dried-up corpse.

Fortunately, he was very strong, so even if he lost blood, he wouldn't die immediately.

His immense strength made his blood-producing function terrifying; his body quickly mobilized energy to supply the bone marrow, and new blood rapidly filled his body.

However, in no time at all, the newly created blood seemed to flow into an unknown space, and he turned into a dried corpse again.

In the midst of this struggle, the crystal book in his hand shattered.

The newly appointed barbarian king, who was waiting outside, immediately knocked on the door upon hearing the cracking sound.

"High Priest, what's wrong?"

Hearing the new barbarian king's anxious and concerned voice, the high priest said with all his might:

"Come in."

The newly appointed barbarian king, Saji, pushed open the door and then saw the high priest, who was truly a skeleton.

He immediately rushed forward, knelt before the high priest, and helped him up.

"High Priest, what's wrong with you? Why have you become like this?"

Saji's voice was choked with sobs as he felt the High Priest's life slipping away, and he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Don't cry. You are the Barbarian King now. You can't let your father, Saji, down."

The high priest gripped Sagi's arm tightly with his withered hand; Sagi could no longer feel any warmth from his body.

"I just had a divination done, and we still have hope, we still have hope."

Saji, remember this: you are now the Barbarian King. The fate of your people is in your hands. You have only one choice, and you must persevere in it. Only then can our people survive…

The high priest ultimately failed to hold on until the end; his pact with the gods was fulfilled.

In an instant, the high priest, who had been as thin as a skeleton, truly became a skin and bones corpse, all the energy and fluids in his body were gone.

Tears blurred Sagi's vision; all that could be heard was the mournful cry of the newborn barbarian king.

Orcs do not value grand funerals, and Saji did not take the high priest's remains away, but left him in the stone house where he had chosen to confine himself.

"Barbarian King".

The new chieftain of the Orcish Hundred Kings looked at the new Barbarian King, who raised a stone and sealed the stone house completely, then carried the Bloodthirsty Battle Axe, a symbol of the Barbarian King, on his back.

"Head south."

Tens of millions of orcs left the far north, where they had lived and guarded for thousands of years, and began their southward migration.

While tens of millions may seem like a lot, the number of orcs when they were driven to the far north was in the hundreds of millions.

The mountain of bones beyond the Great Wall is a testament to the demonization of these hundreds of millions of orcs.

By this time, Chen Cheng and his group of nine had already traveled thousands of miles beyond the Great Wall, and only then did they truly reach the end of the mountain of corpses.

Flying through the air and looking back over the vast expanse, Chen Cheng couldn't imagine how many lives had been lost there.

The sudden ringing in their ears caught all nine of them off guard. Although it was brief, Kui Niu, being a member of the orc race, felt extremely uneasy.

According to his clan's records, this situation had occurred once before, when his orc race was nearly wiped out by Thornflower I.

That was a ritual performed by the royal high priest Bai Ze, a member of the beastman clan, during the brink of extinction. Its purpose was to find a way for the beastmen to survive in the face of annihilation.

Back then, the only way to survive was to sacrifice billions of lives and dozens of top-tier sacrificial artifacts to summon an evil god to destroy the world.

Indeed, because of the great calamity caused by their orc race, they needed to be guarded, and thus the orc race survived.

Now this situation has arisen again, clearly because the Abyss can no longer be defended, and the orcs are once again facing annihilation. What will the orcs choose this time?

He dared not think about Kui Niu.