"It's a pity ......"

Henrik's voice changed.

"Forget it, don't talk about this, when your strength reaches in the future, you will naturally understand how difficult it is to be promoted to transcendental."

"Especially ordinary people like us."

When the word ordinary man was spoken, a trace of unwillingness flashed in Henrik's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the frivolity that had always been there.

"Especially since you've taken the traditional route."

He continued.

"The days of the old hunters are over."

The silver-white pistol turned on the fingertips.

"It's the age of technology!"

Roger was silent.

Although he and Hannum had a good fight just now, if it was really replaced by Henrik, it was estimated that it would be a matter of one or two shots.

In comparison, cold weapons really don't have any advantages.

However, Roger is not worried about this, with the Hunter Hut, as long as he goes through the grass trial step by step, he will definitely be promoted to transcendental.

After that, there are two other trials, plus the Demon Hunter's Seal and Mutants, etc., Roger believes that as long as he gives himself enough time, he will definitely grow up quickly.

Of course, the mystery shown in this world also made Roger secretly vigilant in his heart, after all, games are not reality, and a lot of knowledge cannot be completely copied.

He didn't get agitated because of the hunter's hut, and he was calm and patient, which is necessary for a good hunter.

After two busy days, the two of them hardly rested, and now that the mission is over, their spirits are naturally relaxed.

And just as Roger and Henrik were discussing where to rest, Amanda, who was far away in the depths of the swamp, felt that she had pushed the door to a new world.

…………

"Start the sacrificial ritual!"

As soon as the middle-aged woman's voice fell, the entire area immediately became solemn and solemn.

Two women next to her brought a doe without a trace of variegation.

Everyone around them began to chant in unison, the syllables short, fast and urgent, and Amanda couldn't make out any of the words, it was obvious that it was a language she didn't understand.

The doe walked up to Betty, and she lowered her head and licked Betty's neck affectionately.

The crowd around them raised their hands, their bodies shaking to the rapid scale, and strangely, their movements were wild, but the expressions on their faces were like stone sculptures.

At that moment, a palm poked out, and a sharp bone blade slashed through the doe's neck, and warm blood gushed out, pouring Betty in the face.

Betty held her head high, letting the blood slash from the top of her head and seep into her body, her eyes widening desperately at a tear from the corner of the meek animal's eye.

Seeing this scene, Amanda in the distance even forgot to shout, she covered her mouth tightly, the air was filled with a disgusting bloody gas, her stomach was churning, and she almost vomited on the spot!

"What kind of ritual is this?!"

Amanda had long heard that most of the black people living in the swamp town could trace the inheritance of the tribal era, but she never thought that in modern society, there would really be someone who would perform such a strange and cruel ceremony!

Thump!

The doe's body fell to the ground, and something seemed to have burrowed into Betty's body.

"Faithful believers!"

The voice of the middle-aged woman rang out.

"The gods hear your prayers!"

"Now!"

The woman's voice became high.

"Choose and sacrifice your body, and devout faith will give you access to the transcendent door."

She held the blood-soaked blade, dropped on her knees, and raised the weapon above her head to Betty.

Amanda only noticed at this time that although the woman's eyes were bright, they seemed to be covered with a membrane.

This woman is blind!

The gaze quickly swept over, and several women in tribal costumes kneeling beside the woman also showed varying degrees of mutilation on their bodies.

"What's going on?"

"These people ......"

And at this time, Betty took the bone blade from the woman's hand with both hands.

"You only get one choice!"

At some point, the chanting of the surrounding crowd gradually subsided, and everyone held hands in a circle, staring at Betty calmly and indifferently.

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!!"

From Amanda's point of view, she could only see half of Betty's face, and the familiar black girl's face was not as lively as before, and she bit her lip desperately.

Let the blood flow into the mouth.

Holding the dagger in her hand upside down, Betty raised her head, a hint of firmness and hideousness flashed on her face!

"I choose ......"

"Sacrifice my womb!!"

As soon as the words fell, her hands clenching the weapon fell suddenly, and the bone blade in her hand stabbed into her lower abdomen fiercely!

"Ho ......"

Betty gritted her teeth, and even a smile broke out of her mouth.

"Great god, please accept my sacrifice and give me a gift!"

The weapon in her hand was withdrawn, and at that moment, along with the gushing blood, Amanda felt as if something important had left Betty's body with the blood.

She covered her mouth desperately, her body was stiff and terrible, this cruel and bloody scene made her completely lose control of her body.

Betty fell to her knees, blood gushing out of her lower abdomen, which soon pooled on the ground.

Her face became paler and paler, but her eyes were bright and terrifying.

Suddenly, Betty's body stood up uncontrollably, and a white light appeared out of thin air, and the light poured from the void into Betty's wounds.

Under the influence of unknown energy, her whole body slowly floated up, and her hair was full of wind and automatic.

A strange symbol on her forehead flashed, and Betty's gaze became indifferent, and she looked around, her gaze pausing somewhere, and then passing quickly.

"Mother, I made it!"

Betty whispered.

"My child."

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

"A real witch!"

Until she returned to her room, Amanda was still in a daze.

The scene of Betty stabbing the dagger kept replaying in his mind.

At the same time, in a room carved with eerie runes, Betty and a middle-aged woman stood up from a pitch-black statue.

"It's been too many years since there have been descendants in the tribe who are truly witches."

"Voodoo has always been unrecognized by traditional witches, and now ...... Here's our chance! ”

The woman stroked Betty's hair.

"Good boy, you didn't disappoint us."

"A new era is coming."

"It is said that the Three Holy Spirits have found the true Son somewhere on the South Coast."

"Holy Son?"

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"Some people say it's a natural creature born from the ocean, while others say it's a real high-ranking person from another world."

"Either way, it's our chance."

"Go back to Bay Town, that's where the opportunity is!"

"Another ......"

The middle-aged woman changed her words.

"Have you figured out what to do with that white girl?"