Chapter 1 Derailing the Sacrifice

After hearing the content of the evil god's prayer, Duncan immediately stopped cutting off his soul projection and returning to the Ghost Ship.

He stared at the masked priest, who had just finished his fanatical prayer, as if he were looking at an idiot. He watched as the priest raised high a small knife that seemed to be carved from obsidian, and as the worshippers around the altar became excited, chanting in unison the name of their "Lord," the "True Sun God" who, according to legend, had fallen and been shattered into pieces many years ago.

They were going to offer him, the "sacrifice," to the Sun God, specifically by offering the sacrifice's heart.

Now Duncan finally understood where the horrific scene in the cave had come from, and what these cultists' insane and sinful acts were all about.

Then, he saw the masked priest take a step towards him, and a layer of pitch-black flame suddenly appeared on the surface of the obsidian knife he held high.

This eye-catching supernatural phenomenon instantly piqued Duncan's curiosity. He wondered if this knife was also some kind of "anomaly," if this priest was some kind of "special human" who could wield extraordinary power, and how many such special humans existed in this world's civilized society, and what kind of social roles they might play.

At the same time, he watched expressionlessly as the black flame-burning knife stabbed down, piercing his chest, making a hollow thud as it broke through several layers of ragged cloth.

The flame burned a few times inside, but burned nothing.

On the totem pole behind him, a series of disturbing crackling sounds suddenly erupted from the blazing fireball, mingled with a kind of tearing, dizzying noise. Duncan vaguely felt as if something was spreading from the fireball, a cold and crazy "touch." He found it difficult to describe this feeling, not only because the senses of this temporary body were dull, but also because the feeling was beyond any of his previous sensory experiences—he only knew one thing: in this world where extraordinary phenomena actually existed, the priest's sacrificial ritual had undoubtedly run into big trouble.

The anomaly that appeared in the "symbol of the sun" on the totem pole immediately caught the attention of the nearest worshippers. Accompanied by a few suppressed exclamations, the scene quickly quieted down from its frenzy. Even the two black-robed men who were tightly holding Duncan's arms seemed to be shocked by something, releasing their grip in terror and kneeling down towards the totem pole in fear. The priest holding the obsidian knife was frozen in place, still holding the knife in his hand, but staring intently at the face of the "sacrifice" before him. Through the openings in his mask, Duncan could see a pair of eyes that were falling into confusion and chaos.

Duncan twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, finally squeezing out a strange smile. He slowly raised his right hand and placed it on the priest's hand, which was tightly gripping the obsidian knife. Wisps of green flame flowed like water, permeating and slowly wrapping around the knife.

Almost instantly, Duncan felt the "feedback" from the knife, but strangely, the feeling of this feedback was weak and empty, as if the knife were just some kind of inferior imitation, with only a little bit of "borrowed power" residing in its hollow shell.

But for him, it didn't matter whether the knife was an imitation or not.

He smiled at the priest, unhurriedly saying, "I have two things to say."

In the next instant, the priest felt the connection between himself and the obsidian knife suddenly interfered with by some external force. His sincere and fanatical faith in the Sun God seemed to crash against an indestructible wall and be directly cut off.

"First, I am a broad-minded man—look, this broad."

Duncan tore off the strips of cloth that were already tattered and now cut open by the knife, revealing a shocking hole. Through that terrible hole, the priest presiding over the sacrificial ritual could even clearly see the scene behind Duncan.

"Second, try to avoid offering expired food to your Lord."

Duncan gently pushed away the priest's hand. For some reason, after he wrapped the obsidian knife in green spiritual fire, the priest in front of him seemed to have suddenly lost most of his strength, so that Duncan's weak and powerless limbs could now easily push away this tall and strong priest.

After being pushed away, the priest seemed to suddenly react. Great horror and anger enveloped him. His muscles trembling, he pointed at Duncan, as if to restore order to the sacrificial ground with a loud shout: "Resurrected filth! This is a resurrected soul! You have blasphemed this sacred sacrificial ritual! Filth… which audacious necromancer is behind you?! Are you not afraid of the might from the sun?!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Duncan said casually, glancing at the obsidian knife in his hand, feeling the faint power feedback from the knife. Then he looked up at the priest in front of him, listening to the crackling noise coming from the totem pole behind him, and a bold and imaginative idea suddenly popped up, "But I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity."

After saying that, he suddenly raised the obsidian knife in his hand, and in full view of a group of black-robed believers who were still in a state of confusion and terror, he pointed at the masked priest and said loudly:

"Oh, Supreme and Holy Sun God! Please accept this sacrifice on the altar! I offer you the heart of this offering, may you return from blood and fire!"

In the next second, he saw the flames on the obsidian knife suddenly surge, and the cold touch that had been emanating from the totem pole behind him suddenly contracted and pointed towards the masked priest not far away. Duncan saw that the priest suddenly showed a look of horror. He seemed to want to leave the altar immediately, but the speed of the knife was faster than him—

The knife flew directly out of Duncan's hand. It was pulled by some invisible force, carrying the burning black flames and the faintly entwined green fire, and pierced straight into the priest's chest. In the latter's shrill scream, the chest of this cult leader was directly pierced, and his heart was turned to ashes in an instant.

In the next second, the knife returned to Duncan's hand, and in that round trip, the little power contained in it seemed to have finally been completely exhausted.

Given that there are two people within the sacrificial range of the cult altar, one with a heart and one without a heart, and a certain evil god is going to taste a human heart today no matter what, ask—who will lose their heart?

Of course, it had to be the one with the heart.

But even if this logic held true, the smoothness of the whole thing still exceeded Duncan's expectations. He never thought that his brainstorming "attempt" could actually work. It wasn't until he saw the evil priest fall down that he turned his head to look at the totem behind him, which had returned to calm, and muttered in a strange tone: "So as long as the words are right, anyone can give it?"

The fireball on the totem pole would of course not answer his question, but the cultists around the altar had obviously reacted at this time. Great panic was inevitable, but in addition to the panic, even more fanatical believers burst out with anger, and this anger even exceeded the fear that the appearance of the totem had brought them before!

Several cultists closest to the altar were the first to react. They shouted the name of the Sun God and charged towards Duncan. These most daring believers quickly drove more people, and a large group of black-robed people rushed up like they had lost their minds. Some even took out the short swords and daggers they carried with them from under their black robes.

Duncan had originally planned to shout another sentence, "I offer the hearts of everyone on the altar to the Sun God" to test the appetite of this strange evil god, but when he saw that some of the cultists rushing up even took out revolvers from their arms, he immediately gave up the idea. Considering the time it took for the sacrificial ritual to take effect and the law of "accurate and fast within seven steps," he simply gave the cultists the middle finger and cut off the soul projection state.

Let these madmen continue to be crazy, he was going back to the Ghost Ship.

At the same time, on the vast and boundless sea, a rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed on the deck of the Ghost Ship.

Alice, the doll in a gorgeous Gothic dress, left her room and came to the door of the captain's cabin.

The gorgeous wooden box did not follow behind Miss Doll this time, but was left in her room.

The captain had said that she could move freely in the cabins on the lower deck, and she could also walk on the deck. If there was anything she didn't understand, she could come directly to the captain's cabin to find him.

Alice remembered it clearly.

(Pushing books time! The first push of this book comes from Shanxia Xiaodaoren's "The Salted Fish Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty", directly post the introduction:

Zhu Yijing, the grandson of Emperor Zhengde of the Great Ming Dynasty and the biological son of Empress Kangning, looked at his proud eldest brother, his second brother who knew how to make trade-offs, and his expressionless and inscrutable biological mother... well, it seems that there is nothing for him?

So, the young man put on the hat of the shame of the traverser with peace of mind and began a salted fish life of eating and waiting to die.

Until the arrival of a bowl of chicken soup.

"Ah haha! Chicken soup is here!")