Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 75 - 0 Sacrificial Ritual

Chapter 75: Chapter 075 Sacrificial Ritual

“What a pity…”

Henrik’s tone changed.

“Forget it, let’s not talk about that now, when your strength reaches the necessary level, you’ll naturally understand just how difficult it is to become Transcendent.”

“Especially for ordinary people like us.”

When he mentioned the term ‘ordinary people,’ a flash of resentment crossed Henrik’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the frivolity that had always characterized him.

“Especially since you’ve chosen the traditional path.”

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He continued.

“The era of the old hunters is over.”

The silver-white pistol spun around on his fingertip.

“Now is the era of technology!”

Roger remained silent.

Although he had fought well against Hannam just moments ago, if it had been Henrik, he probably would’ve been dealt with in one or two shots.

In comparison, cold weapons truly had no advantage.

However, Roger was not worried about this, possessing the Hunter’s Cabin. As long as he methodically went through the Green Grass Trial, he would certainly become Transcendent.

After that, there were two more trials, along with the Demon Hunter’s Dharma Seal and Mutants among other things; Roger believed that with enough time, he would be able to grow quickly.

Of course, the mysteries that the world had revealed also made Roger cautiously alert, understanding that the game was not like reality and that much knowledge could not be directly applied.

He did not become impatient because of the Hunter’s Cabin; calmness and patience were essential for a top-notch hunter.

After two busy days without much rest, now that the task was over, their spirits naturally relaxed.

And just as Roger and Henrik were discussing where to rest, Amanda, deep in the swamp, felt as though she had pushed open the gate to a new world.

……

“Begin the sacrifice ceremony!”

The moment the middle-aged woman’s voice fell, the whole area immediately became solemn and respectful.

Two women beside her led a doe with not a single mark of discoloration on its body.

All the people around began to chant in unison, the syllables short and rapid, Amanda could not make out a single word, clearly it was a language she did not understand.

The doe walked up to Betty, lowering its head and affectionately licking her neck.

The chanting crowd joined hands, their bodies shaking quickly according to the rapid tempo. What was eerie was that their movements were wild, but their facial expressions remained as if they were made of stone.

Just then, a hand reached out, a sharp Bone Blade slicing the doe’s neck, warm blood gushing out and splashing Betty’s face.

Betty tilted her head back, letting the blood run down from the top of her head, seeping into her body, as she desperately opened her eyes wide to see the tear falling from the docile animal’s eye.

Witnessing this scene, Amanda in the distance even forgot to scream; she clutched her mouth tightly, the air filled with the stench of blood making her stomach churn, and she almost vomited on the spot!

“What kind of ritual is this?!”

Amanda had long heard that most people of Black ethnicity living in Swamp Town traced their heritage to tribal times, but she had never imagined that in modern society, there would actually be people carrying out such bizarre and cruel rituals!

Thump!

The doe’s corpse fell to the ground, and it seemed as if something had entered Betty’s body from the beyond.

“Faithful believers!”

The middle-aged woman’s voice rose again.

“The Holy Spirit hears your prayers!”

“Now!”

The woman’s voice grew more intense.

“Choose and sacrifice your body, your devout faith will allow you to touch the door to the Transcendent.”

She held up the blood-soaked Bone Blade above her head on bended knees and handed the weapon to Betty.

It was then that Amanda noticed that the woman’s eyes, despite being bright, seemed to be veiled.

This woman was blind!

Scanning quickly, Amanda saw that several other women in tribal attire kneeling beside the woman also exhibited varying degrees of disability.

“What’s going on here?”

“These people…”

And at that moment, Betty took the bone blade from the woman’s hands with both of hers.

“You only have one chance to choose!”

Unbeknownst to when it had begun, the chanting of the crowd around her gradually subsided, and everyone joined hands to form a circle, staring at Betty with calm yet indifferent gazes.

“Sacrifice!”

“Sacrifice!”

“Sacrifice!!”

From Amanda’s angle, she could only see half of Betty’s face—the familiar Black ethnicity girl had lost her usual liveliness, and she bit her lip so hard.

Allowing the blood to flow into her mouth.

Gripping the dagger in a reverse grip, Betty raised her head, a flicker of resolve and ferocity crossing her face!

“I choose…”

“To sacrifice my womb!!”

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No sooner had she finished speaking than the hands holding the weapon plunged down fiercely, stabbing the bone blade into her lower abdomen!

“Ah…”

Betty clenched her teeth, a thin smile even breaking through the corners of her mouth.

“Great deities, please accept my sacrifice and grant me your boon!”

The weapon was pulled out, and in that instant, as blood sprayed forth, Amanda felt as if something important had left Betty’s body along with the blood.

She desperately covered her mouth, her body stiffening terribly, as the cruel and bloody scene completely robbed her of control over her body.

Betty fell to her knees, blood pouring from her lower abdomen and quickly pooling on the ground.

Her complexion grew paler and paler, yet her eyes shone with a terrifying brightness.

All of a sudden, Betty’s body stood up uncontrollably, a white light appeared out of nowhere, and the radiance poured into Betty’s wound from the void.

Under the influence of the unknown energy, her entire body slowly floated up as her hair moved without any wind.

A strange symbol on her forehead flashed by, and Betty’s gaze turned cold; she looked around, her eyes pausing slightly at a certain spot and then swiftly moving on.

“Mother, I’ve succeeded!”

Betty said softly.

“My child.”

The middle-aged woman cried with joy, “We may have just witnessed the birth of a witch.”

“A real witch!”

Even upon returning to her own room, Amanda was still in a daze.

The scene of Betty stabbing herself kept replaying in her mind.

Meanwhile, in a room covered with strange runes, Betty and the middle-aged woman stood up from in front of a dark statue.

“It’s been too many years since the tribe has seen an heir with genuine witchcraft potential.”

“Voodoo Skill has never been acknowledged by traditional witches, but now… our chance has come!”

The woman caressed Betty’s hair.

“Good child, you have not disappointed us.”

“A new era is upon us.”

“It is said that the Three Holy Spirits have found the true Saint Heir somewhere on the South Coast.”

“Saint Heir?”

“Yes,” the middle-aged woman nodded.

“Some say it is a natural being conceived from the ocean, others claim it is a high entity from Another World.”

“But whatever it is, this is our opportunity.”

“Return to Baytown, that’s where the opportunity lies!”

“Furthermore…”

The middle-aged woman’s tone shifted.

“About that white girl, have you thought it through?”