Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 451: Chapter 181: Sacrifice to the Master of the Wilderness

Northeast of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

The barbarian tribe has taken root in this land.

This fills them with gratitude towards Duke Frost Wolf.

If not for Duke Frost Wolf, they could never have the life they have now.

It is already winter.

The air is filled with a cold breath, but the Barbarian City is bustling with activity.

The barbarians gather to prepare for the annual Sacrificial Ritual to the Master of the Wilderness.

Right before the Sacrificial Ritual to the God of Barbarism is about to begin, David arrives at the Barbarian City with Sura.

The city walls of the Barbarian City are made of large stones and wood, covered with thick snow, appearing sturdy yet ancient.

Inside the walls are rows of stone houses and wooden houses, topped with thick thatch to ward off the bitter cold.

At the city center, a spacious plaza stands with towering totem poles surrounding it, carved with barbarian totems and myths.

These totem poles stand firm in the cold wind, narrating the indomitable spirit of the barbarians.

In the center of the plaza, a gigantic altar has been constructed.

The surrounding barbarians wear thick animal pelts, their faces painted with various patterns.

Despite the biting wind, the air is filled with the scent of food and the warmth of bonfires, making people feel cozy.

Barbarian children frolic through the crowd, their laughter and cheers mingling with the adults’ conversations, creating a vivid picture of life.

Though simple, the city brims with vitality.

Under the cover of winter, the Barbarian City feels particularly cozy, a new haven for the barbarians, a symbol of their faith and hope.

”Thank you, Lord Duke,” Sura said emotionally.

She had followed the Lord Duke for the future of the barbarians, and their development has exceeded her expectations.

David smiles, holding Sura close, his gaze fixed on the altar.

During this time, he has severed the connection between the Blood Stone and the Master of the Wilderness, so the Master has long been deprived of the Sacrificial Power.

But, he has a feeling, the Master of the Wilderness will find a way to descend, perhaps this very time; luckily, he is prepared now.

Night falls.

Sura, as the High Priestess, displays a wild demeanor.

David thoroughly enjoys himself, feeling immensely satisfied.

A few more days pass.

The ritual to the Master of the Wilderness begins.

The heart of the ritual is a gigantic stone platform.

All around the platform are various offerings: fresh prey, grains, fruits, even precious gems and metals.

As the sun sets in the west, the ceremony begins in earnest.

First, the tribe elders walk slowly around the platform, chanting ancient hymns in a deep and drawn-out voice.

Then, the tribe’s bravest warriors step forward, clutching long spears, clad in animal pelts, with vibrant paint on their faces, representing loyalty and courage to the gods.

The tribe’s priest steps forward, holding an ancient dagger, the tool for the blood sacrifice.

The priest closes his eyes and begins to pray, his voice rising in intensity until it reaches a peak, whereupon he slices his palm with the dagger, letting the blood drip onto the offerings.

As the priest’s prayer concludes, everyone in the tribe kneels, raising their hands to the sky, shouting the name of the God of Barbarism in unison.

”Hmm, has it come?”

David suddenly opens his eyes, the Space Spirit gazing into a point in the void.

Suddenly, a blood-red light appears at a point in the void, and then continuously spreads.

The blood light ripples through the void, each wave stronger than the last, as if some great existence is trying to break through the spatial barrier.

As the blood light spreads, an ancient and powerful presence begins to permeate the ceremony site, inducing awe and terror.

David remains vigilant, his gaze locked onto the spot where the blood light is strongest.

Suddenly, the fabric of space seems to tear open, emitting even more dazzling light, within which lies the majesty of the Master of the Wilderness.

”Welcome back, great Master of the Wilderness!” the tribe’s priest shouts loudly, his voice filled with devotion and anticipation.

Within the light, a shadowy figure begins to emerge, tall and regal, surrounded by gales and sand, like an avatar of the wilderness.

As the figure becomes clear, a powerful force begins to pulsate through the air, causing even the Earth to tremble.

”Master of the Wilderness, your power has once again descended upon this land. We will forever follow your footsteps, guarding this wilderness,” the elders of the tribe vow in unison, their voices filled with determination and loyalty.

The avatar of the Master of the Wilderness fully appears before the crowd, its gaze sweeping over every living being present, its eyes bearing a bloodthirsty smile.

”All shall become my power.”

The avatar of the Master of the Wilderness suddenly transforms into a Sea of Blood!

The Sea of Blood surges like tumultuous waves, spreading with unstoppable force in all directions.

Each surge carries the breath of destruction, as if to devour all life.

The warriors of the tribe, known for their bravery, are unable to hide the shock and despair in their eyes at this moment.

Their bodies stiffen, their weapons in hand become unbearably heavy, unable to resist the terrifying power of the ancient god.

All the barbarians can feel themselves unable to move under this force, their Bloodline Power binding them, giving them a desire to merge with the Sea of Blood, to become part of the Master’s Sea of Blood.