roccoschili Chapter 145: Cutting the Aorta
Chapter 145: Cutting the Aorta
Before the high priest brought this breaking news, there were still people under his seat who supported King Ming.
But as soon as the news came out, all the sea people could no longer sit still.
The fact that a large number of sea beasts could die meant that the gods had begun to dislike them and no longer cared about their lives!
They are orcs after all, and the fear of God is deeply rooted in their bones.
They really can't bear this kind of punishment from God!
Then, all the sea people knelt down and shouted in fear:
"Your Majesty! Please come up to the stage and offer sacrifice! The Sea People cannot be rejected by the gods!"
King Ming was silent.
The entire hall was filled with a very oppressive atmosphere.
It was not until the seamen kowtowed madly and the ground was covered with blood that an unpleasant cold voice was heard from the curtain.
"Get ready, and go to the island for the sacrifice."
The Sea King went to the island to offer sacrifices to the gods. This was the most important event for the entire tribe.
The entire sea people tribe was in an uproar.
The mighty royal procession, surrounding the orc hidden in the drapes and bead curtains, marched towards the sacrificial island with great momentum.
No one paid any attention to He Fuxi and the others.
He Fuxi wanted to join in the fun, but was stopped by the guards.
"Miss, you and the Second Prince must stay in Minghuang Palace and are not allowed to leave."
It’s still the black-skinned guard, he said in a kind voice.
He Fuxi said:
"We already lived on the Sacrifice Island, and now we just want to go back, why not?"
The black-skinned guard said:
"This is His Majesty's order. Please don't embarrass me, young lady."
Lord Wang was puzzled:
"We originally lived on the Sacrifice Island, and our hut is still there, why don't you let us go back?"
The little manatee also muttered:
"Brother Prince Ming is really weird. When he was in Minghuang Palace, he wanted to drive us to the Sacrifice Island. After he went to the Sacrifice Island, he wanted to lock us up in Minghuang Palace again. He really doesn't want to stay with my second brother..."
It would have been better if she didn't say it. After she said that, Lord Wang felt uncomfortable.
He Fuxi seemed to be thinking about something.
Why is Prince Ming unwilling to be with Lord Wang?
Did he really hate his younger brother?
But thinking about the oyster soup, she felt that this was not the case.
eccentric.
It's so weird.
This King Ming is full of contradictions and awkwardness.
She was thinking about how she could get out and see the so-called festival.
Then the high priest's attendants came.
"I am here on the orders of the high priest to ask your Highness to go and offer sacrifices to the gods," he said.
The black guard hesitated:
"This……"
The servant stared:
"What? Are the high priest's words useless? Didn't you listen to what I said before? God has already punished the Sea People. Can Your Majesty alone quell God's wrath? Your Majesty is also the Son of God. It is his duty to offer sacrifices to God. Besides..."
He looked at Heipi with contempt:
"You dare to disobey the order of the high priest? This is against the gods!"
To disobey the gods is to precisely control the lifeblood of the sea people.
The black-skinned guard was helpless and sighed deeply:
"The High Priest asked the Second Prince to go, and we naturally cannot disobey the gods. But His Majesty ordered me to guard the Second Prince, and I cannot disobey the king's order. In this case, I will go with you."
The servant was reluctant, but the black-skinned guard was stubborn and refused to give in.
He had no choice but to wave his hand and walk away angrily.
The black-skinned guards escorted He Fuxi and others and rushed to the sacrificial island.
After being thrown ashore by the alligator turtle, the Sacrifice Island fell right on the edge of the Chalang Sea.
Therefore, when the sea people arrived, what came into their sight was an endless stream of floating corpses of sea beasts.
Many of them have begun to swell, which is very scary.
This horrifying scene silenced all the horrified people.
They couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards King Ming in their hearts.
If Your Majesty had listened to the high priest and performed the sacrifices properly, wouldn't so many sea beasts have not died and the sea people would not have faced famine?
If they had firmly opposed Your Majesty's ascension to the throne...
The moment King Ming's procession arrived at the altar, the eyes of his many clansmen who were looking up at them changed color.
The glances that fell on him were complicated and meaningless.
But King Ming remained unmoved.
He sat firmly on the sedan chair, hidden between the curtains, cold and arrogant, still keeping people at a distance.
The sun rises over the sea, shining brightly.
The sea breeze blew, and a slender, jade-white hand with distinct joints lifted the curtain.
King Ming has appeared.
Ordinary tribesmen are not qualified to land on the island and can only watch from afar on the shore.
He Fuxi was guided by the high priest's attendants. Although he reached the island, he could only stand with the royal family. He stood under the altar, separated by thousands of steps and was very far away from King Ming.
I could just barely see what the people on the stage were doing.
Cutting hands.
He Fuxi never expected that the Sea People would play such a big game.
She originally thought that the so-called offering of royal blood to the gods was just a matter of pricking a finger and dripping a few drops as a token of appreciation.
But look at the ferocity of the seaman who stabbed King Ming, and the amount of blood gushing out.
This is cutting the aorta!
To death!
Her face was full of shock, but when she looked around, these so-called royal family members, King Ming's blood relatives, seemed to be used to it.
Even Lord Wang looked as if it was a matter of course.
"This... Can your brother's body withstand bleeding like this?" He Fuxi asked in a low voice.
"He will be seriously ill," said Lord Wang.
He Fuxi was speechless.
The aorta has been cut and the blood is flowing like a faucet. Not to mention a serious illness, he is lucky to be alive.
No wonder King Ming was reluctant to offer sacrifices, it turned out he just wanted to torture him.
How can he not be annoying!
From this point of view, He Fuxi felt that the high priest's intentions were somewhat sinister.
Why use royal blood when offering sacrifice to gods?
What if King Ming couldn’t hold on someday? That would be the end of it.
The high priest could then pretend to say that King Ming was favored by God and taken in to serve him.
How majestic!
He Fuxi was complaining about the high priest in his heart when the high priest came.
"Second Prince, you and His Majesty are both of the pure bloodline of the Son of God, so you should also express your gratitude to the God."
Lord Wang's face turned pale immediately:
"me……"
He just wanted to cry, I don’t want to cut my hands, I’m not as strong as my brother, I will die directly if I bleed like this!
But the high priest has considerable prestige among the royal family.
He only said this, and the royal children all looked at Lord Wang, putting great pressure on him.
Clans and beliefs are shackles that are difficult to resist in the animal world.
He Fuxi wanted to refuse, but Lord Wang spoke first:
"Okay," he said glumly.
Then go up the stairs.
"Your Highness!" He Fuxi shouted, rushed forward and grabbed his hand.
Lord Wang turned his head to look at her, pulled her hand away, and then resolutely stepped onto the stairs.
At this time, although King Ming was tall and slender, he still looked imposing.
However, due to excessive blood loss, his face had lost all color and the skin on his hands was so white that it was almost transparent.
When he saw the young figure appear in front of him, his thoughts slowed down.
He didn't come to his senses until the priest approached with a knife.
"What are you doing!"