Chapter 185 Blood God and Moon God
“When they heard that the human army was coming, the barbarians immediately gathered two hundred warriors and tried to fight against our Savior Army.

They were lying in ambush in the bushes and jumped out immediately, rushing towards us. I remained calm and protected everyone in front of me, shouting, "If you want to kill someone, just kill me."

But guess what?

First, the Holy Gunner blew a gust of Holy Wind, and they became confused. Then Her Highness Jeanna led the cavalry to break up their formation. Lord Victor charged directly and defeated them in five minutes. "

Haliba sat on a bench, with an attitude that said "Don't underestimate my intelligence network", and happily boasted to the other beastmen around him.

Beside him, hundreds of beastman barbarians were stripped naked, their hands tied behind their backs, huddled together in dejection.

Four or five cuirassiers wearing feathered iron helmets stood beside them, responsible for escorting and monitoring them.

Many beastmen had bruises and swellings on their bodies, and it seemed that many of the unruly ones had already been punished.

"Hey, Your Majesty." Haliba came up to Horn immediately after seeing him. "I brought all the prisoners here."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Horn kept walking past Haliba and asked Rudilo who had dismounted, "How is it going?"

"The scouts can already see the broken bridge. We came back to tow a few carriages in case they launch a sneak attack at night." Rudilo straightened up.

Horn shook his head and said, "The road here is too narrow for the carriage to pass. You should set up camp early. This is good progress. Don't let anything go wrong."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After explaining things in detail to Rudilo, Horn let them go back. Turning around, he saw the beastmen looking at him in fear, helplessness and fury.

The animal ears on their heads drooped like the airplane ears of a kitten, but they were not in harmony with their rough faces, giving them a kind of ugly-cute feeling.

As long as you are weak enough, getting angry will seem interesting in the eyes of the strong.

But when Horn saw the fearful expressions of the other Carthaginian beastmen around him, he suddenly came to his senses.

To the beastmen of Carthage, these barbarians are still vicious beings.

"Let them go to the Holy Trinity Education Team and help those priests. Otherwise, they are living too happily and there is no educational value." Looking at these beastmen dressed in rough clothes, Horn suddenly laughed. "It's winter now. If you have checked that they don't have any weapons, just dress them up before taking them away."

Horn selected three or five of the more honest ones and called the Hand of the King of Carthage, who understood the barbarian language, to act as an interpreter.

"Come, sit down, I have something to ask you." Horn said to the barbarian in front of him with a smile.

The beastman who was pointed out had been honest before, but now he looked defiant and spat in Horn's direction: "I won't tell you anything, kill me!"

"Okay!" Horn made the decision immediately, and the Holy Gunner next to him stepped forward, aimed at her head, and pulled out the clockwork key.

It was like the sound of a watermelon exploding. The beastman's face was blown away by the shotgun, and the broken bones and blood splashed all over the heads and faces of the other beastmen behind him.

With half of her head smashed, she fell straight to the ground, splashing mud and dust, her body still twitching.

“I’ve never seen such a request in my life.”

The bloody smell immediately filled the small area. Horn wiped the blood off his shoes with a handkerchief and hooked his finger: "Okay, next one."

This time, the beastman who came up was much more obedient, standing in front of Horn with his head lowered.

Without seeing blood, they really can't tell the difference between the big and small kings.

"What's the name of the god you believe in?"

"He was called Moon God before, but after Blood God devoured Moon God, he is now Blood God."

"Why do you call Him the Blood God?"

"Because He has to perform a blood sacrifice every seven days. In the past, when the Moon God was here, human sacrifices were required. The Blood God is merciful and only uses the blood sacrifices of live sheep."

"So you guys steal sheep and kill the beastmen here every once in a while, just for the blood sacrifice?" "It's for both blood sacrifice and revenge. These damn northern puppets betrayed us. They are the barbarians, and we are the descendants of the orthodox El Empire..."

Horn had heard this set of rhetoric too many times from the beastman in Bei Ze. He was not interested in the magnificent history of these thousands of people, so he quickly stopped the beastman from speaking.

"What does the Blood God look like?"

"do not know."

"What about Luna?"

"We are not allowed to look the gods in the face, but if we fail to offer sacrifices, the gods will come and attack our village."

So this evil god, the Blood God and the Moon God, can actually control those hairy monsters?

Horn took note of this information and then asked, "How many of those hairy monsters are there?"

"I don't know." Perhaps seeing the impatience on Horn's face, the beastman quickly added, "There are more warriors than we sent out before, and they are extremely powerful."

That means there must be no less than 200 of them, powerful long-haired monsters. Can those long hairs withstand the clockwork gun or Jeanne's lightning?
"How did they attack you? By boat?" Horn continued.

"No, no, no. If anyone fails to hand in the sacrifice, those hairy beast gods will come out of the lake and punish us."

"You mean to say that they usually stay on Autumn Dusk Island, and only swim ashore and attack you when you don't hand in the sacrifice?"

"Yes."

Horn and Pasrick on the side looked at each other. Why did this hairy monster look so intelligent?

"So how do you guys pay for the sacrifices?"

"Put it on a small boat and row it to Autumn Dusk Island, then deliver the offering to the altar. We can take the opportunity to pick up some iron tools from the island. We just need to leave before dark."

"How about this." Horn stood up and walked in front of her. "Does your blood god have a symbol? Draw it for me to see."

She untied the ropes on her hands. Even though Horn was close to her, the clockwork gun against her back made her dare not move.

He honestly drew a geometric pattern consisting of large and small rectangles on the ground, and then drew a spiral object on it.

After Horn carefully observed the symbol, he felt that it looked a bit like a pile of feces placed on an open book.

He then turned his eyes to Pasrick. Pasrick frowned, as if he was struggling to recall and think about something?
Horn swallowed and waited expectantly beside Pasrick.

"Master Chrispa, have you found anything?"

"Ah, I remember now." Pasrick slammed his thigh with his fist. "This pattern looks like it took a pile of shit on the book. Hahahaha, I laughed my ass off."

As Paslick laughed unbridled, Horn sat back in his chair, numb and disappointed.

But as soon as his butt touched the chair, he thought of something else and stood up immediately: "Draw the symbol of the moon god so I can see it."

After listening to the translation, the beastman was obviously stunned for a moment. She thought for a long time before hesitantly drawing a pattern on the ground.

"It was so long ago that I can't quite remember."

The pattern on the ground is a cross in a circle, with two horizontal lines, one long and one short, added to each top of the cross, so that it is symmetrical from top to bottom and from left to right.

Anyway, Horn had never seen such a pattern before, but when he saw Paslick's expression change, he immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Pas, Chris, did you see anything? Don't tell me you think this is a chrysanthemum or something."

Ignoring Horn's words, Pasrick pointed at the pattern on the ground, his expression both solemn and puzzled: "This pattern...why does it look so much like the symbol of the Priory of the Scales?"

(End of this chapter)