Chapter 1193: 1193
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Before Hendrix decided to return back to his kingdom, he decided that wanted help. He didn't have teleportation abilities so he had no way to return, except swim. Hendrix started venturing deep into the thick jungle. As he stepped into the thick jungle his feet sank into quicksand. Hendrix quickly jumped out of the quicksand and backflipped, perfectly landing on his feet onto some wet and sticky grass. When he turned around he was confronted by a towering tribal native that stood over 7 feet tall. The tribal native skin was bronze and mostly covered in black stripe tattoos. His nose was pierced with tiny bones. The tribal native was equipped with axes made from the femur bones. Hendrix looked down on the soldier since he was 10 feet tall. The tribal native started muttering a strange tongue which Hendrix didn't understand or ever heard of. " What?" I have no clue what you're saying. The tribal native started speaking a language that everybody understood.. Blood.
He tried to chop Hendrix. Hendrix grabbed him by his throat and almost snapped his neck until he heard the sounds of rustling in the bushes. Suddnely a dart was fired into Hendrix's neck. Hendrix dropped on the ground like a sack of potatoes instantly being knocked out. The rustling in the bushes belonged to 10 tribal native warriors of The Navel. One of the warriors grabbed Hendrix out of the hole he rolled into. They wrapped a rope around his body and lifted him up into the air, and headed for their village.
At least 10 hours passed. Hendrix woke up strapped against a wall with a dirty blood-soaked gag in his mouth. He was stripped n.a.k.e.d and painted red for the upcoming ceremony. The village shaman was going to cut out Hendrix's heart and give it to The Navel God named Z as a gift so they could be guaranteed fresh crops and good fortune. Hendrix spat the gag from his mouth and felt nausea. " Where the hell am I?!" I demand to be let go this instance!" Luckily for Hendrix, the shaman was near. The shaman walked into the hut. The shaman was an old man who had a huge scruffy beard, and long locks covered with dried blood. He wore a red hood and robe. He also had a cane. When the shaman approached him, he pulled out a long and sharp knife. He was speaking the same unknown native tongue. The shaman sliced Hendrix's chest and licked the blood off the knife. Suddnely the shaman started speaking English. " You are the one who will bring us good fortune." Hendrix managed to use brute strength to rip the rope off his body. When he was about to punch the shaman, the shaman poked him in one of his pressure points, causing his entire body to freeze up like a statue. " Don't underestimate me." When Hendrix tried to move, he could feel his insides being twisted and ruptured. Hendrix vomited up all the vodka he drank earlier. He did more eating than drinking.
Enjoy the time you have left, because once that horn for the ceremony starts, it over for you." The shaman tucked away his knife and turned around, leaving the hut without saying a word. Hendrix tried to use his powers but couldn't. The shaman used an ancient pressure point technique called The Power Drainer that could permanently kill the man or woman the power was being drained from. Luckily for Hendrix, the shaman didn't use the full power of the attack. When the shaman left, he went to the chief of The Navel people, Brutus. Brutus was 40 years old. He stood up to 6'7 weighing 250 pounds. Brutus was a born warrior who could survive in any environment. A true killer who does anything for his people. Brutus was equipped with 2 swords made from femurs. Most of their weapons were made from the femur bone while the rest of the bones were used for toothpicks and tools to built bridges and huts. Brutus also wore armor and had a shield made of marble, ivory, and human bones. Currently, he was in the middle of some dessert. Brutus ate at least 7 times a day. Currently, he was eating some dessert called Brain Surprise. Brain Surprise was a dish that consisted of human brains, strawberries, orange slices, pineapples, and apple slices. All those ingredients were topped and covered by red whip cream. The reason the whipped cream was red was because of the excess blood from the blood chunks.
Brutus shoved a mouthful of Brain Surprise in his mouth. As the Brain Surprise touched his tongue his face lit up with excitement. This dish never gets old." The shaman walked into the grand hut and interrupted. Chief Brutus, we've had found a reliable sacrifice for the upcoming ceremony. Good." Who is our sacrifice?" The shaman started smiling. By the taste of his blood, I've come to the conclusion that he is royalty." Hmm." Royalty.." I would love to taste his intestines." When it comes to royalty the taste is amazing." I want this ceremony to take place this instant. Only Chief Brutus and The Shaman knew how to speak fluent English. The Shaman left the grand hut and went back into the hut where Hendrix was kept. As The Shaman entered the hut, he noticed Hendrix was gone. The Shaman noticed a splatter of blood on the ground. The Shaman went to inspect the blood and noticed that it was the blood from one of the jars he kept on the shelves over in the back. Suddnely Hendrix appeared behind The Shaman and punched him so hard in his head, it exploded like a pumpkin. Hendrix closed his eyes so no brains or blood would go in his eyes. He undressed the shaman and placed on his robe without having any trouble. The red robe managed to stretch over his huge body. Hendrix walked out of the hut and sighed.
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Before Hendrix decided to return back to his kingdom, he decided that wanted help. He didn't have teleportation abilities so he had no way to return, except swim. Hendrix started venturing deep into the thick jungle. As he stepped into the thick jungle his feet sank into quicksand. Hendrix quickly jumped out of the quicksand and backflipped, perfectly landing on his feet onto some wet and sticky grass. When he turned around he was confronted by a towering tribal native that stood over 7 feet tall. The tribal native skin was bronze and mostly covered in black stripe tattoos. His nose was pierced with tiny bones. The tribal native was equipped with axes made from the femur bones. Hendrix looked down on the soldier since he was 10 feet tall. The tribal native started muttering a strange tongue which Hendrix didn't understand or ever heard of. " What?" I have no clue what you're saying. The tribal native started speaking a language that everybody understood.. Blood.
He tried to chop Hendrix. Hendrix grabbed him by his throat and almost snapped his neck until he heard the sounds of rustling in the bushes. Suddnely a dart was fired into Hendrix's neck. Hendrix dropped on the ground like a sack of potatoes instantly being knocked out. The rustling in the bushes belonged to 10 tribal native warriors of The Navel. One of the warriors grabbed Hendrix out of the hole he rolled into. They wrapped a rope around his body and lifted him up into the air, and headed for their village.
At least 10 hours passed. Hendrix woke up strapped against a wall with a dirty blood-soaked gag in his mouth. He was stripped n.a.k.e.d and painted red for the upcoming ceremony. The village shaman was going to cut out Hendrix's heart and give it to The Navel God named Z as a gift so they could be guaranteed fresh crops and good fortune. Hendrix spat the gag from his mouth and felt nausea. " Where the hell am I?!" I demand to be let go this instance!" Luckily for Hendrix, the shaman was near. The shaman walked into the hut. The shaman was an old man who had a huge scruffy beard, and long locks covered with dried blood. He wore a red hood and robe. He also had a cane. When the shaman approached him, he pulled out a long and sharp knife. He was speaking the same unknown native tongue. The shaman sliced Hendrix's chest and licked the blood off the knife. Suddnely the shaman started speaking English. " You are the one who will bring us good fortune." Hendrix managed to use brute strength to rip the rope off his body. When he was about to punch the shaman, the shaman poked him in one of his pressure points, causing his entire body to freeze up like a statue. " Don't underestimate me." When Hendrix tried to move, he could feel his insides being twisted and ruptured. Hendrix vomited up all the vodka he drank earlier. He did more eating than drinking.
Enjoy the time you have left, because once that horn for the ceremony starts, it over for you." The shaman tucked away his knife and turned around, leaving the hut without saying a word. Hendrix tried to use his powers but couldn't. The shaman used an ancient pressure point technique called The Power Drainer that could permanently kill the man or woman the power was being drained from. Luckily for Hendrix, the shaman didn't use the full power of the attack. When the shaman left, he went to the chief of The Navel people, Brutus. Brutus was 40 years old. He stood up to 6'7 weighing 250 pounds. Brutus was a born warrior who could survive in any environment. A true killer who does anything for his people. Brutus was equipped with 2 swords made from femurs. Most of their weapons were made from the femur bone while the rest of the bones were used for toothpicks and tools to built bridges and huts. Brutus also wore armor and had a shield made of marble, ivory, and human bones. Currently, he was in the middle of some dessert. Brutus ate at least 7 times a day. Currently, he was eating some dessert called Brain Surprise. Brain Surprise was a dish that consisted of human brains, strawberries, orange slices, pineapples, and apple slices. All those ingredients were topped and covered by red whip cream. The reason the whipped cream was red was because of the excess blood from the blood chunks.
Brutus shoved a mouthful of Brain Surprise in his mouth. As the Brain Surprise touched his tongue his face lit up with excitement. This dish never gets old." The shaman walked into the grand hut and interrupted. Chief Brutus, we've had found a reliable sacrifice for the upcoming ceremony. Good." Who is our sacrifice?" The shaman started smiling. By the taste of his blood, I've come to the conclusion that he is royalty." Hmm." Royalty.." I would love to taste his intestines." When it comes to royalty the taste is amazing." I want this ceremony to take place this instant. Only Chief Brutus and The Shaman knew how to speak fluent English. The Shaman left the grand hut and went back into the hut where Hendrix was kept. As The Shaman entered the hut, he noticed Hendrix was gone. The Shaman noticed a splatter of blood on the ground. The Shaman went to inspect the blood and noticed that it was the blood from one of the jars he kept on the shelves over in the back. Suddnely Hendrix appeared behind The Shaman and punched him so hard in his head, it exploded like a pumpkin. Hendrix closed his eyes so no brains or blood would go in his eyes. He undressed the shaman and placed on his robe without having any trouble. The red robe managed to stretch over his huge body. Hendrix walked out of the hut and sighed.
Before Hendrix decided to return back to his kingdom, he decided that wanted help. He didn't have teleportation abilities so he had no way to return, except swim. Hendrix started venturing deep into the thick jungle. As he stepped into the thick jungle his feet sank into quicksand. Hendrix quickly jumped out of the quicksand and backflipped, perfectly landing on his feet onto some wet and sticky grass. When he turned around he was confronted by a towering tribal native that stood over 7 feet tall. The tribal native skin was bronze and mostly covered in black stripe tattoos. His nose was pierced with tiny bones. The tribal native was equipped with axes made from the femur bones. Hendrix looked down on the soldier since he was 10 feet tall. The tribal native started muttering a strange tongue which Hendrix didn't understand or ever heard of. " What?" I have no clue what you're saying. The tribal native started speaking a language that everybody understood.. Blood. He tried to chop Hendrix. Hendrix grabbed him by his throat and almost snapped his neck until he heard the sounds of rustling in the bushes. Suddnely a dart was fired into Hendrix's neck. Hendrix dropped on the ground like a sack of potatoes instantly being knocked out. The rustling in the bushes belonged to 10 tribal native warriors of The Navel. One of the warriors grabbed Hendrix out of the hole he rolled into. They wrapped a rope around his body and lifted him up into the air, and headed for their village. At least 10 hours passed. Hendrix woke up strapped against a wall with a dirty blood-soaked gag in his mouth. He was stripped n.a.k.e.d and painted red for the upcoming ceremony. The village shaman was going to cut out Hendrix's heart and give it to The Navel God named Z as a gift so they could be guaranteed fresh crops and good fortune. Hendrix spat the gag from his mouth and felt nausea. " Where the hell am I?!" I demand to be let go this instance!" Luckily for Hendrix, the shaman was near. The shaman walked into the hut. The shaman was an old man who had a huge scruffy beard, and long locks covered with dried blood. He wore a red hood and robe. He also had a cane. When the shaman approached him, he pulled out a long and sharp knife. He was speaking the same unknown native tongue. The shaman sliced Hendrix's chest and licked the blood off the knife. Suddnely the shaman started speaking English. " You are the one who will bring us good fortune." Hendrix managed to use brute strength to rip the rope off his body. When he was about to punch the shaman, the shaman poked him in one of his pressure points, causing his entire body to freeze up like a statue. " Don't underestimate me." When Hendrix tried to move, he could feel his insides being twisted and ruptured. Hendrix vomited up all the vodka he drank earlier. He did more eating than drinking. Enjoy the time you have left, because once that horn for the ceremony starts, it over for you." The shaman tucked away his knife and turned around, leaving the hut without saying a word. Hendrix tried to use his powers but couldn't. The shaman used an ancient pressure point technique called The Power Drainer that could permanently kill the man or woman the power was being drained from. Luckily for Hendrix, the shaman didn't use the full power of the attack. When the shaman left, he went to the chief of The Navel people, Brutus. Brutus was 40 years old. He stood up to 6'7 weighing 250 pounds. Brutus was a born warrior who could survive in any environment. A true killer who does anything for his people. Brutus was equipped with 2 swords made from femurs. Most of their weapons were made from the femur bone while the rest of the bones were used for toothpicks and tools to built bridges and huts. Brutus also wore armor and had a shield made of marble, ivory, and human bones. Currently, he was in the middle of some dessert. Brutus ate at least 7 times a day. Currently, he was eating some dessert called Brain Surprise. Brain Surprise was a dish that consisted of human brains, strawberries, orange slices, pineapples, and apple slices. All those ingredients were topped and covered by red whip cream. The reason the whipped cream was red was because of the excess blood from the blood chunks. Brutus shoved a mouthful of Brain Surprise in his mouth. As the Brain Surprise touched his tongue his face lit up with excitement. This dish never gets old." The shaman walked into the grand hut and interrupted. Chief Brutus, we've had found a reliable sacrifice for the upcoming ceremony. Good." Who is our sacrifice?" The shaman started smiling. By the taste of his blood, I've come to the conclusion that he is royalty." Hmm." Royalty.." I would love to taste his intestines." When it comes to royalty the taste is amazing." I want this ceremony to take place this instant. Only Chief Brutus and The Shaman knew how to speak fluent English. The Shaman left the grand hut and went back into the hut where Hendrix was kept. As The Shaman entered the hut, he noticed Hendrix was gone. The Shaman noticed a splatter of blood on the ground. The Shaman went to inspect the blood and noticed that it was the blood from one of the jars he kept on the shelves over in the back. Suddnely Hendrix appeared behind The Shaman and punched him so hard in his head, it exploded like a pumpkin. Hendrix closed his eyes so no brains or blood would go in his eyes. He undressed the shaman and placed on his robe without having any trouble. The red robe managed to stretch over his huge body. Hendrix walked out of the hut and sighed.
