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, skinning, branding, and dismemberment.

Countless tortures that only existed in legends were now being performed in Lonely Mountain, the seat of the dwarf kingdom.

When the tortured dwarves can no longer bear it, two people will come out and drag them to the edge of a huge cave.

Cut the artery to release the last bit of blood, then chop the body into pieces to prevent any survivors, and then push the body parts into the cave together.

The blood and corpses accumulated in the cave will follow the terrain and the formation and flow from different directions to the place where Hazan and others are offering sacrifices and praying.

Around where these tortures were being carried out, more dwarves were locked in stone chambers.

They watched helplessly as the dwarves outside dragged the people out of the stone chamber one by one, tortured them to death, and then repeated the process over and over again.

"Master Zanha, someone opened the gate leading to the outside and let many imprisoned people who were not pious to the Lord escape."

"Bang! Bang!"

"We have caught the ones who released the people, and we are trying our best to capture those who escaped outside. Please forgive us, Master Zanha and the Lord!"

Upon hearing this, Zanha got up from the ground, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and slowly walked to the back.

As he walked, the dwarf who was originally kneeling on the ground and praying devoutly, did not move his kneeling posture, but his upper body involuntarily followed his steps and looked back.

"I can sense that you have a sincere faith in the Lord. Why did you let them go?"

He held the young dwarf who was tied to the ground with his hands and asked softly.

The tied dwarf looked very young. Not only did he not have the dwarf's iconic beard, but even his hair was meticulously groomed.

"I, I have not abandoned my faith in the Lord, but, but, among those people are me, my parents, sisters, and friends, they also believe in my Lord"

"It's just that their faith is not as deep as ours. I think that taking their lives and souls just because of this is inconsistent with my Lord's usual teachings."

The young dwarf was still trembling at the beginning, and his speech was intermittent, but as time went on, his speech became smoother and his body straightened up involuntarily.

"My Lord needs strength. It is their honor to sacrifice themselves for my Lord. Why should you make the decision for them? Since some of them have run away, I will make up for you first."

Hazan started from the young dwarf's chin, then moved his palm to his cheek, then to his forehead, then back to the top of his head, and then down to the back of his head.

As the last three words "make it up" fell, he exerted force with his palm and lifted up the entire skull of the young dwarf along with his entire cheek.

The boy's body was still kneeling on the ground. His cerebellum was exposed to the air. It was beating faster than usual due to nervousness. He didn't even feel the slightest pain.

However, many of the dwarves kneeling behind the young man were frightened, and their cries of surprise began to echo near the altar.

"Stop making noise. Pull them all down and squeeze out every last bit of strength to contribute to the resurrection of our Lord."

"ah!!!!"

After he finished saying this, the young dwarf, who was slow to react, felt the pain on his head and cried out involuntarily.

As the young dwarf's shout faded away, the area around the altar returned to calm again. The dwarves who had just turned their heads to watch the excitement turned around again and began a new round of prayers. Many people bent their bodies even lower.

"There are always people who overestimate their own capabilities and want to prevent my resurrection. I have almost dealt with it inside. Don't waste the big gift package that was specially brought in from outside."

Hazan began to talk to himself, then looked at the group of dwarves who were bowing their heads in prayer and began to give orders.

"Byrne, Bert, Baker, take the sacrificial team and go greet the little guys outside."

"Yes! Master Zanha!"

The three gods who had fought against Zhang He's true body before stood up and walked outside with eighteen dwarves who were hidden in black robes.

"Almost, almost. Only by devouring the essence of the twenty divine blood creatures outside can I be completely resurrected."

Twenty-one people left at once, and the original sacrificial team was reduced by one third.

Under the leadership of Hazan, they once again sacrificed the blood and souls floating in the "river" through the altar.

"How do we proceed? Should we attack directly or destroy Lonely Mountain first as originally planned?"

Knowing that a blood sacrifice was going on inside, everyone started to get nervous. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"We can talk about the rest later, let's save the dwarf first."

Guo Wenbin glanced at the hesitant crowd, then commanded Hogg to lead the werewolf clan and the gray wolves to meet the dwarves who had escaped.

It's not that he is kind-hearted, but at the critical moment of blood sacrifice, if he saves more survivors, the gods he wants to resurrect will have one less source of power.

As soon as he spoke and arranged the actions of his followers, many smart students immediately reacted and also began to arrange their followers to pick up the fleeing dwarves.

After all, the most urgent task is to weaken the power of the resurrected gods as much as possible.

As for directly attacking Lonely Mountain, no one else would choose this option except for a few guys whose brains are full of muscles.

After all, we don't know how far the resurrection of the gods has progressed, and the Lonely Mountain may have been carved into a sacrificial formation long ago.

If you rush in rashly, you might become a part of it and become the nourishment for the resurrection of the gods.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

The fastest ones are naturally the cavalry and flying clans.

They did not approach Lonely Mountain, but stopped about two kilometers away from the city wall. Then they stopped and the priests began to perform magic.

The effects of divine arts vary, but the common point is that divine power flows through them.

Therefore, the divine power that came from the Lonely Mountain to kill the dwarves could no longer be effective on all the dwarves due to the interference of these divine arts.

Some of the dwarves who escaped were finally able to avoid being killed and died inexplicably.

Hogg arranged for other werewolves to bring up some of the dwarves who had escaped here and prepared to place them together.

Although these frightened dwarves knew that they might have just escaped from a wolf's den and entered a tiger's den, they did not care about so much and followed the arrangements of their clans obediently.

In addition to arranging for the escaped dwarves, the clan members also have another mission, which is to guard against possible dwarf pursuers.

After all, without the effect of divine power, it is obviously impossible for the dwarves to let all these people escape in order to resurrect the gods.

(End of this chapter)