The smoke is curling up, exuding a relaxing atmosphere. Cheers burst out, lingering around the towering sacred altar.

However, even sniffing the aroma of the divine smoke and listening to the cries of tens of thousands of legions, Kuluka, who was standing on a high place, could not feel at ease. He felt an unspeakable bitterness slowly spreading from his heart to the corner of his mouth. His thoughts turned quickly, his eyes flickered, and then suddenly he held the sacrificial obsidian dagger and pressed it against his heart!

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