"Awoo-"
Inside the private room, a dozen teenage boys and girls surrounded An Ning, uttering strange syllables.
Their limbs moved bizarrely, somewhat like a robotic dance, while their facial muscles twitched, contorted and horrifying.
There was no music, but Xu Ye seemed to hear rhythmic drumbeats coming from their surroundings, blending perfectly with the sacrificial dance.
Green mist invisible to ordinary people filled the garishly lit room. The green skull clinging to Kang Ao gradually swelled, and a faint spectral flame appeared inside its cranium.
"The Child of Calamity?"
The Bandit Lord mused, "The Child of Calamity isn't Calamity. As I recall, It was a Sequence 2 Demigod. It doesn't possess the Authority of a true god. Part of Its Authority is Human Disaster, including the transmission of various diseases."
Why had the Child of Calamity appeared? Was It still alive, or had It already revived?
Xu Ye felt that all the scattered clues had tangled into a knot in his mind, impossible to unravel.
Someone was trying to conceal the truth.
In this Wasteland, decades ago, nearly all tales of Deities or Ancient Organisms had been nothing more than hearsay. Yet since his arrival, not only had True Forms appeared, but even Sequence 2 and Sequence 3 beings seemed to be slowly emerging.
The true gods were seeking Descent, which meant they were not on Planet Earth and, for some reason, could not descend in their True Forms.
The Demigods, Divine Guards, and Ancient Sages, however, seemed to have always existed on this planet. They simply had not appeared before.
The Child of Calamity represented disease.
Was It seeking to revive through some means?
Xu Ye's eyes, stuck to the ceiling, blinked almost imperceptibly.
The Ritual continued. The boys and girls abruptly dropped to their knees, raised their hands