bestfiction Chapter 675, Commandment 3
Chapter 675, Commandment 3
After a brief moment of shock, Ma Fu asked again to confirm, "Are you sure?"
But Cheng Xiaoyu lowered his head. He didn't give any firm assurances, but only asked in a bland tone, "Do we have any choice now?"
No one present could refute it at all.
All they could do was kneel down with him and lower their heads toward the statue on the throne.
When everyone knelt down.
The statue seemed to sense something, and the hidden flames in its eyes dissipated, but before Cheng Xiaoyu and the others could breathe a sigh of relief.
The corners of the statue's mouth suddenly lifted up, revealing a creepy smile, and an evil light appeared in its dull eyes.
An atmosphere of terror spread.
However, there were no other changes to the statue. Even when someone stood up, it was not attacked.
Cheng Xiaoyu was relieved after seeing this.
"It seems that my guess was correct."
But the words just fell.
The gigantic statue was in everyone's sight. It slowly stood up from the throne and looked down at the ants in front of it with a playful look.
Walk towards the people in the front.
See this.
Ma Fu's face suddenly changed, and he quickly asked, "What should we do next, Cheng Xiaoyu? That guy is getting closer and closer!"
“After honoring God, it is time to praise God.”
Seong Xiao-Woo tried his best to remain calm and responded quickly.
A young man in the crowd at the back also stepped forward and said, "Let me do it. I have read similar books praising the gods before."
While talking.
He walked forward and knelt on his knees.
He clasped his hands devoutly before his chest.
"Dear God, thank you for this..."
The words have not yet fallen.
It had come to an abrupt stop at the feet of the statue, and when the footsteps moved away, only a blurry pool of flesh and blood was left.
At this moment, fear once again occupied people's hearts. Seeing this, the few survivors in the back hurriedly fled to the surroundings regardless of everything.
As for Ma Fu, he didn't have time to think about it and asked hurriedly, "What should we do? Praising that guy is useless!"
"Get out of the way first!"
Cheng Xiaoyu quickly pulled the brown-haired girl up from the ground, "Guanyue, now is not the time to be afraid, come with me!"
"Uh-huh!"
Even though the girl was so scared that her legs were shaking, she still suppressed her fear and followed Cheng Xiaoyu to escape.
Look at the stone statues around.
They were holding their own weapons, but there were also people holding musical instruments. At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu seemed to realize something and hurriedly shouted.
"Hurry...run towards the direction of the musical instrument statue!"
Ma Fu, who was still alive, glanced at the statue behind him, made up his mind and went directly to the stone statue holding the strings of the harp.
The stone statue seemed to sense something, and it lifted the strings in its hand and began to play, with the melodious sound of the piano.
The statue also turned its direction.
Seeing this scene, several people around also found stone statues with musical instruments to avoid the attack of the statue.
But when Cheng Xiaoyu pulled the girl to the instrument, the statue did not blow the instrument in its hand.
Seeing this, Seong Xiao-Woo already had a bad guess in his mind, "Could it be that only one person here can make it work?!"
Thinking of this.
He reminded without any hesitation.
"Guan Yue, stay here and don't move!"
As he spoke, he quickly rushed towards the stone statue on the other side, and the statue behind him had already shifted its target to him.
As if it was a death warrant, he slowly approached him, raised his right foot and stepped directly towards Cheng Xiaoyu under him.
But he dodged it by leaping forward.
But this also caused him to fall in front of another shield statue, and the shield it raised instantly broke his right leg.
Immediately, blood flowed out from the broken part.
But even so, Seong Xiao-Woo dragged his disabled body and crawled towards the stone statue of the musical instrument in front of him, "I can't die yet... It's not over yet!"
Shout with all your might to grab that glimmer of hope.
Just as the statue's raised right foot is about to fall.
His right hand then touched the area of the stone statue in front, and the statue immediately raised the instrument in its hand and began to play.
The statue's right foot, which had not yet fallen, was slowly retracted to the sound of pleasant music. It turned around, restrained its smile, and sat back on the throne.
But this is still not the end.
An altar suddenly rose from the magic circle located in the center of the hall.
Sitting on the ground, Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at his broken right leg, then quickly looked towards the altar, pondering its purpose.
However, Guanyue on the other side came up quickly, tears in the corners of her eyes, and put her hand on his broken leg.
"Be patient, I will heal you!"
But the injury of the broken leg was beyond her ability to heal, and the best she could do was to stop the bleeding.
But self-blame and regret surged in her heart.
But Cheng Xiaoyu just endured the pain and smiled to comfort him, "Thank you for troubling you again, Guanyue. It's enough to be able to do this."
While the two were talking.
One of the surviving middle-aged men looked at the altar and realized something, "Even if I'm not very smart, I can see it.
To prove our faith, and this altar, it seems we need to make a sacrifice!"
Having said that, his gaze shifted.
He even drew the sharp sword from his waist.
"Mabuchi, you were the one who made the final decision to bring us here, so is it okay for you to be the sacrifice?"
The boy next to him wanted to say something when he saw this, "Uncle Majima, how could you do this? We voted together to come here."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately scolded.
"Didn't you vote in favor too? Shut up right now!"
Looking at the quarreling people, Ma Fu sighed, "Stop quarreling, let me go by myself."
But when he walked into the range of the magic circle.
A red flame ignited inside the magic circle. Seeing this, Cheng Xiao-Woo looked at the girl beside him and reminded her amid the surprised gazes of the others.
"Guan Yue, please take me to the magic circle first. I want to study it."
Face the current situation.
Guanyue could only choose to believe unconditionally.
"Okay... okay."
He was seen carrying his right arm and dragging Cheng Xiaoyu into the range of the magic circle. When the two of them stepped into it, two flames lit up again in the magic circle.
Seeing this, Seong Xiao-Woo said again, "One person corresponds to the flame of one groove? It seems that everyone has to come here for something to happen.
Everyone, come here, after all, we can't last more than seven days."
The few remaining people looked at each other and came to the altar one after another. There were six people in total, and six flames were lit inside the altar.
On the outside, double the blue flames were lit, and they were going out one after another like a timer.
at the same time.
The surrounding stone statues all revived and left their places.