The bonfire is burning.

A group of people sang and danced around the fire, as if they were holding some mysterious ceremony.

There is nothing wrong, it’s just a group of people! A real human race!

"Damn it, how could there be human race in the inner demon world? Could it be that the extremely evil lord plundered and migrated from other worlds?"

Fang Yuan was in a high altitude and felt it was incredible.

Because below, at the end of the blood land, not only are there humans, but also the fields and ridges that have been opened up, as well as the countryside and cities.

It looks like moving another person over, full of incredible flavor.

"Under the environment of the inner demon world, ordinary people cannot survive at all, or mutations occur... But the original sin demon world is the realm of the extremely evil lord. He forcibly changed the rules and vital attributes here, becoming suitable for ordinary human life..."

Fang Yuan looked around and was a little puzzled: "But why, do this thankless thing?"

While he was thinking, the ceremony below continued:

"That omnipresent lord of evil!"

"Please let us pass you and stay away from that endless city of pain!"

"Please let us pass through you and stay away from the pit of eternal misery!"

"Please let us sacrifice to you devoutly, three people who will never be restored!"

"That noble Creator, the eternal Creator, please protect your people, keep the demons away from our cities and villages, and protect them from harvest this year!"

...

Many people sang hymns and pushed three sacrifices to the stake.

Some of these three people were sewn with their eyes, some were sewn with their mouths, but something was constantly squirming in their stomachs. The last one was filled with sulfur and immediately screamed in a shrill voice as soon as they were pushed into the flames.

raging!

The flames were fierce and swallowed up all the three offerings.

Several demon spirits flew into it, and suddenly, strange changes occurred.

The three-headed and seven-emotional insects flew out of the flames, and the human faces on their heads looked like sacrifices, and there was a symbol on their foreheads.

"Jealousy? Gluttony? And lust?"

"So... is this the origin of the Seven Emotional Insects in the Heart Demon Realm?"

Fang Yuan suddenly realized: "The extremely evil lord raised these humans just to become nutrients... However, this kind of seven-emotion insect is a bit different from the one in the world. This is normal. One is to fusion with the Zerg genes and reproduce, and the other is a native species. It is strange that it is exactly the same!"

"In addition, what should be the next one should be anger, greed, laziness, and arrogance? It is worthy of being the Original Sin Demon Realm!"

It has to be said that the extremely evil lord migrated a large number of humans over, which was definitely a stroke of divine origin.

After all, although there are noble people among human beings, there is absolutely no one who falls faster than them. It can be said that it is the best nourishment for nourishing the seven deadly sins.

Therefore, this demon god spared no effort to transplant a human society and natural system here.

"Squeak!"

At this time, the three-headed seven-emotional insects flew out and came to the ridge of the field, opened their mouths and sucked them.

Many pests flew out instantly and were swallowed up, allowing this year's wheat to achieve a good harvest.

"Thank you for your favor by the messenger of the Lord!"

When those mortals saw this scene, they immediately cheered and did not feel anything wrong.

"Are you a ritual to pray to the demons?

When Fang Yuan saw this scene, he shook his head secretly. All the natural disasters and insect disasters encountered in this human country were arranged by the extremely evil Lord.

But He hid behind the scenes and allowed some demons to save disasters slightly, and gained a lot of favor and faith, which is really sad and lamentable.

"Don't these humans know that they are drinking poison to quench their thirst? But even if they know, they are unimaginable, right? This is the sorrow of the weak..."

Fang Yuan sighed, ignored them and focused his attention on the ceremony.

"City of Pain? Pit of Pain?"

"It can be placed in ritual magic and become an important spell, absolutely real, and has a good status... although it doesn't sound like a good place..."

He landed on the ground, transformed into an ordinary human image, and walked to the nearest village.

"Who?"

The patrol militia immediately discovered him.

These militiamen were tall and strong, wearing leather armor, and their spears were very sharp.

"I'm just a passing traveler and want to borrow the village to take a break!"

Fang Yuan said casually, but his voice was full of infectiousness.

"Okay, then come in with me!"

This emotional infection immediately made the militia captain who originally planned to strictly investigate: "Foreigners, remember not to cause trouble in Dorn Village, otherwise the consequences will definitely be something you don't want to bear. Also, we have no extra rooms, only a small house for storing firewood."

He was about forty years old, with a beard all over his face and scars on his body. He was obviously an experienced soldier who introduced Fang Yuan into the village.

‘Well, the patrol force is very strong, is it to guard against any invasion?’

Fang Yuan walked straight to the center of the village.

Generally speaking, it is the core of a village, the village chief’s residence, village office and other things, which should be there.

But at this time, Fang Yuan saw a small black altar.

The altar stands in the center of the square, as if it is carved from obsidian.

Above are all kinds of strange and twisted corpses, which look evil and have a weird charm.

The surface of the stone is extremely smooth and shiny. I don’t know how many people have been rubbing for a long time.

‘How dare you sacrifice to the evil gods so openly…’

Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel speechless after seeing it.

Such altars, specifications, and the requirements for blood sacrifices will inevitably be explicitly prohibited and severely cracked down in any normal Shinto world.

But when he arrived in the Original Sin Demon Realm, he was so arrogant that he entered the house.

"Link, why do you bring an outsider into the village casually?"

At this time, an old man with white hair rushed over with kind eyes, looking very much like an old man next door. However, he was the one who led the sacrificial ceremony before.

"I……"

Link was stunned and couldn't speak.

"That's right, I'm a traveler, from a distant place, wanting to go to the legendary pit of misery, the city of pain!"

"What?"

"Are you crazy? You actually want to go to that kind of place?"

Link and the village chief were extremely surprised: "The pit of misery is a place where the soul of a person can reach after death. If a living person wants to get there, he must pass through the poisonous swamp and the flaming area, and finally lose his life in the underworld of death... Not to mention the city of pain, although it is located in the depths of the pit of misery, unless the soul of death fills the entire pit of misery, it will never appear in the world!"

"Oh? Is that?"

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed, he asked a few more questions and snapped his fingers.

Link and the village chief were stunned, and then their eyes shone again: "Your name is Lin Meng, right? You want to go to Hanhai City..."

"Yes, I didn't expect that the village sacrifice happened to happen!"

A look of fear appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

"It is their supreme glory to be a sacrifice!"

The village chief said for granted that he was very regretful in his words: "Our village has weak strength. It is rumored that after conquering the enemy's city, those powerful city-states will sacrifice tens of thousands of prisoners, which can even induce the Lord's clone to come..."

Fang Yuan could see that while the village chief said this, he only had a strong sense of envy, no pain, regret, pity and other normal feelings.

Even onlookers are used to it.

It is as if their ideas have been completely distorted.

‘No…not distortion, but the conventional teaching influence…’

This situation is like a newborn child. Adults often tell him that the color of the white paper is black. When he grows up, he naturally treats white as black.

In Fang Yuan's opinion, the people from these city-states were also distorted.

"But it turns out that the legend of the pit of misery comes from this?"

Fang Yuan suddenly felt confident and knew where he should go.

However, on this extremely evil lord's territory, he still honestly played his role and set out as a traveler the next day.

...

"The poisonous swamp, the flaming area, the dead land..."

He rushed to the center of the Original Sin Demon Realm, passed through human city-states, and gradually reached a sparsely populated barren land.
To be continued...