The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

The last ray of the setting sun was also swallowed up in the tomb of the mountains. There was no moon or stars tonight.

The gray night sky seemed to be covered with a thick layer of lead, and the clouds were so thick that they seemed to fall from the sky. Occasionally, there were a few silver lightnings cutting between the gaps in the clouds.

A deserted road.

The patent leather carriage made an eerie creaking sound as it ran over the night frost on the road.

The carriage set off from the Queens District of the border city, quickly passed the border checkpoint, detoured from the trail, and drove towards the wilderness. Covered in the night, it felt like entering an uninhabited land along the way.

Maika knew he had made a lot of money today.

I robbed a big job today.

On the surface, he is a carriage driver, but secretly he is a second-level believer in the Tantric Cult, and he believes in the Cult of the Goddess of the Mother of Life.

Because the border cities are far away from the center of the country and are at the junction of the two countries, they are separated from the central jurisdiction, so they are also places where esoteric cults thrive.

The belief in the Mother Goddess of Life is especially popular on the border, and esoteric cultists' dens are dotted around the city.

A third-level or second-level secret cultist serves as a priest, plus a dozen first-level ordinary believers - this is the configuration of a den of the Mother Goddess Sect.

It’s not that the Holy See is unwilling to eradicate them.

Rather, the various religious nests of the Mother Goddess Sect are independent, small and sophisticated, independent of each other, and do not know each other. Even if one religious nest is eliminated, new ones will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

Moreover, their whereabouts are very hidden, making it difficult for the Holy See to find their hideout.

Maika was wrapped in a cloak, with a maniacal smile on his lips, and kept whipping the horse under his feet. He was already imagining how his goddess would reward him.

In his carriage compartment, a noble boy was tied up.

——It is the person blessed by the Holy Light who has been in the limelight recently, the Cursed Son Ansu Morningstar.

There are two favorite dishes of the Mother Goddess of Life.

One is a saint in the Holy Light Church, and the other is a cursed child who was born into darkness.

Unfortunately, this boy Ansu has taken advantage of both.

He is the son of the curse, has been given the title by the Holy Light, and is a quasi-saint!

To the Tantrics, this is as eye-catching as a light in the dark night. Coupled with the non-stop publicity in the newspaper, I don't know how many pairs of eyes were greedy for Ansu's body.

If he could be sacrificed, the blessing from the Mother Goddess must be at least a high-level blessing.

Thinking of this, Maika couldn't help but sigh at the ease of this operation.

Thanks to the unscrupulous propaganda of the unscrupulous tabloid, Maika knew everything about Ansu's daily activities.

A child like a nerd is best kidnapped.

I get up at six o'clock in the morning every day. First, I run three laps of morning exercises in Queens. After breakfast, I go to the Holy See library to study at seven o'clock in the morning, and I stay until twelve noon.

After lunch, I went to a private school on Pitt Avenue for tutoring. After that, I went back to the Holy See to study law. I stayed in retreat until the Holy See closed at eleven o'clock in the evening, and finally walked home alone at night.

Sometimes he is with his maid, and that girl looks weak.

The path he took home was remote, remote, and deserted, making it the perfect place for robbery and kidnapping.

Maika had been observing Ansu for several days and determined that today was the time to take action - the maid happened to be away as well.

He was a resolute and resolute believer who would take action as soon as he was told. He immediately put on a hood and put it on. He knocked him unconscious and packed him away quickly and quickly left the city.

Thinking of this, Maika couldn't help but feel proud of the spring breeze and his horse hooves galloped, whipping the horse quickly and driving towards the distance. He had already ordered his men to prepare the altar and ritual tools in advance, and he would sacrifice the child as soon as he got off his horse - to avoid a long night of nightmares.

The dark clouds became heavier and heavier, and the lake that had accumulated half of the sky was finally covered. The rainwater beat on the wheels and on the muddy mountain path, splashing muddy water.

What Maika didn't notice was that in the mist, there was a shadow stepping in the shadows, following the carriage like a tarsal gangrene. The shadow had amber pupils.

——

"My head hurts so much. Couldn't you be more gentle when kidnapping?"

When An woke up, he was already standing in the middle of the altar, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around. There were more than a dozen esoteric cultists kneeling densely around him, wearing golden masks that symbolized the Mother Goddess of Life.

Ansu felt a little disappointed. The quality of this group of esoteric cultists was not high.

Looking around, most of them are first-level believers, and few are second-level believers.

It seems that this is just a small den, one level worse than the last secret den.

After dedicating them all, I can only get low-level blessings. Ansu felt a little regretful.

However, you can also go to the Goddess of Holy Light to receive a low-level blessing. Together, it is worth the middle-level blessing. Thinking of this, Ansu felt satisfied again.

It doesn't matter, a little will add up.

If this generation of esoteric cultists is not good, there will be another generation.

Yes, this is his plan to level up.

While others are fishing, he is fishing for esoteric cultists!

He deliberately hired an unscrupulous newspaper to unpack his information and publicized it, prompting crazy esoteric cultists to kidnap him and take him back for sacrifice.

The border lacks everything, but the most indispensable thing is cults. Miss Enya told him that there are already several malicious eyes looking at him.

That's really awesome.

Of course, Ansu is not without prepared insurance measures.

It would be terrible if it comes off while playing.

At this moment, in the shadow of the dark night, the amber pupils were watching Ansu quietly, waiting for his instructions.

Enya Morningstad was a fourth-level assassin at the age of only seventeen. She was truly a top genius. Unfortunately, she died too early in the original work, and her identity and background have not been completely completed - she should have been a big figure. Foreshadowing.

It is the first level of powerhouse in the border city.

At the same time, he is also a dead soldier who has been trained since he was a child. He will carry out his orders most faithfully without any hesitation. That's why his father was relieved to let Ansu run away from home. With Enya around, his son basically couldn't be hurt.

If there is real danger, Miss Enya can destroy this group of secret cultists in an instant.

Of course, Ansu would not be able to receive the blessing.

The Holy Light Goddess's request for blessing is to eradicate the secret cultists alone, while the Mother Goddess of Life wants living sacrifices. She doesn't like to eat dead bodies.

"Child, feel joy and happiness."

The hoarse and deep voice of the secret cultist interrupted Ansu's thoughts, and the latter frowned in displeasure.

There was a maniacal smile on Maika's lips. He crossed his hands and grabbed his scalp, and bloodshot eyes shot out from his pupils under the gold mask. "You will soon return to the embrace of the Mother Goddess."

As he said this, he smeared vermilion blood on the altar. The altar was made of human bones, and the hollow eye bones revealed a dark light.

The scene in front of him was horrifying, but Ansu snorted softly, "Using human bones as an altar is a good idea."

"You think this is good, too." Maika was a little surprised that Ansu wasn't afraid, "I have good taste."

"But the quality of the business is so bad."

Ansu said regretfully,

"This bone is too old. The Mother Goddess of Life prefers the bones of newborn babies. I don't know which grave this skull was dug from. It stinks. It's too old."

"What the Mother Goddess likes most is fresh life, not decaying death. From the setting of a person's altar, you can see the level of his personal quality."

Maika usually prides himself on being an artist in the field of sacrifice, but at this moment, he was actually questioned by a child about his professional quality. He was quite angry.

"Of course I know a baby's skull is the best, but so what, just enough is enough!"

“But this reduces the return on sacrifice.”

Ansu said calmly, "The old man's bones will not only not please the Mother Goddess, but will actually make her angry. After my experiments, I found that it will reduce the reward by at least ten percent - only this, I can't stand it."

As a speedrunner, Ansu cannot tolerate low efficiency in his life.

When he said this, his expression was quite serious, and his eyes were sincere and confident.

Inexplicably, very convincing.

Damn it, whose altar is it?

"Then what do you think we should do?" Mike asked.

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