Zhang Meng and Li Cang were troubled.
They had to find new power to fight the ever-growing monsters.
"Looks like we need to check out that camp from before," Li Cang said.
"What, you want to learn from them too?"
"No, just study the process and details. We won't use people as sacrifices."
Only then did Zhang Meng nod.
The two of them then went to that previous camp.
The moment they entered, they were horrified.
Before them was a plaza.
The plaza was covered in fresh minced flesh and pools of blood.
It had supposedly happened weeks ago, yet everything still looked vividly fresh.
"This is an ancient ritual. It can communicate with a Deity through an altar and pray for the Deity's protection and power," Li Cang suddenly said after observing it for a while.
"So this is all because of a Deity's power?"
"Yes. The Evil God's power kept it fresh. For an Evil God, that's a very simple matter." Li Cang smiled.
Zhang Meng fell silent. The man could still smile at a time like this.
He truly was a veteran apocalypse survivor.
That was something Zhang Meng could not do.
After inspecting the place for a while, Zhang Meng and Li Cang discovered a ruined altar amid the minced flesh.
After examining it, they decided to imitate those people's methods and build a new altar to communicate with a Deity.
They returned to Church Camp and found an open patch of ground at its center.
They then arranged for the survivors to construct an altar with stones and wood.
The altar was not tall, but its structure was sturdy. A smooth stone slab was placed at its top as a medium for communicating with the Deity.
They lit torches around the altar. The flames swayed