"Pity……"

Henrik's voice changed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. When your strength increases in the future, you will naturally understand how difficult it is to be promoted to the Transcendence realm."

"Especially ordinary people like us."

When the word "Ordinary person" was mentioned, a trace of resignation flashed in Henrik's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the frivolousness he had always had.

"Especially if you still choose the traditional route."

He continued.

"The time of the old hunters is over."

The silver-white pistol was spinning at the fingertips.

"Now is the age of technology!"

Roger was silent.

Although he and Hunnam fought very well just now, if it was really replaced by Henrik, it would probably only be a matter of one or two shots.

In comparison, cold weapons do not have any advantages.

However, Roger was not worried about this. With a hunter's hut, as long as he passed the green grass trial step by step, he would definitely be promoted to extraordinary.

After that, there will be 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 displayed in this world also made Roger secretly vigilant. After all, the game is not reality, and many knowledge cannot be completely applied mechanically.

He didn't become anxious because of the hunter's hut, calmness and patience are necessary for an excellent hunter.

After two days of busy work, the two of them barely rested. Now that the task is over, their spirits will naturally relax.

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

…………

"Start the sacrificial ceremony!"

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

Next to it, two women brought a doe without a trace of variegation.

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

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

The crowd around who were chanting held up their hands, their bodies trembling with the rapid scale. The strange thing was that their movements were wild, but the expressions on their faces were like stone sculptures.

At this moment, a palm was stretched out, and the sharp bone blade cut through the doe's neck, and warm blood gushed out, pouring Betty's head on her face.

Betty held her head up, allowing the blood to flow from the top of her head and seep into her body. She desperately opened her eyes wide, looking at the tear shed from the corner of the docile animal's eye.

Seeing this scene, Amanda in the distance even forgot to shout, she tightly covered her mouth, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, her stomach churned, she almost vomited out on the spot!

"What kind of ceremony is this?!"

Amanda has long heard that most of the black people living in the swamp town can find the inheritance of the tribal era through tracing back, but she never thought that in modern society, someone would actually hold such a weird and cruel event. ceremony!

Thump!

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

"Faithful Believer!"

A middle-aged woman's voice sounded.

"The gods listen to your prayers!"

"Now!"

The woman's voice became high.

"Choose and sacrifice your body, and your devout belief will allow you to gain access to the extraordinary door."

Holding the blood-soaked bone blade, she knelt down, raised the weapon over her head and handed it to Betty.

Only then did Amanda notice that although the woman's eyes were bright, they seemed to be covered with a membrane.

This woman is blind!

Looking quickly, several women in tribal costumes kneeling beside the woman also showed varying degrees of incompleteness.

"How is this going?"

"These people……"

At this moment, Betty took the bone blade from the woman's hand with both hands.

"You only have one chance to choose!"

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

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!!"

From Amanda's perspective, she could only see half of Betty's face. This familiar black girl's face was no longer lively, and she bit her lip tightly.

Let the blood flow into your mouth.

Holding the dagger in her hand upside down, Betty raised her head, a trace of firmness and ferocity flashed across her face!

"I choose……"

"Sacrifice my womb!!"

As soon as the words fell, her hands clenched the weapon suddenly fell down, and the bone blade in her hand ruthlessly pierced into her lower abdomen!

"Ahh..."

Betty gritted her teeth, and even a smile appeared on her lips.

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

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

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

Betty fell to her knees on the ground, blood poured out from her lower abdomen, and soon formed a pool on the ground.

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

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

Under the influence of unknown energy, her whole body slowly floated up, and her hair was full of hair without wind.

A strange symbol on the forehead flashed away, and Betty's gaze became indifferent. She looked around, her gaze paused for a while, and then quickly passed by.

"Mother, I succeeded!"

Betty said softly.

"My child."

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

"A real witch!"

Amanda was still in a daze until she got back to her room.

The scene of Betty stabbing the dagger was constantly playing back in her mind.

At the same time, in a room full of weird runes, Betty and the middle-aged woman stood up from a dark statue.

"It has been too many years in the tribe that there have been no descendants with real witch qualifications."

"Voodoo has never been recognized by traditional witches, and now... our chance has come!"

The woman stroked Betty's hair.

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

"A new era is coming."

"It is said that the Three Holy Spirits have found the real Holy Son somewhere on the south coast."

"Holy Son?"

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"Some people say that it is a natural creature conceived from the ocean, while others say that it is a real high-ranking person from another world."

"But no matter what it is, this is our opportunity."

"Go back to Bay Town, there will be an opportunity!"

"In addition……"

The middle-aged woman changed the topic.

"Have you thought about that white girl?"