Chapter 183: Sacrifice All Cultists!

Chapter 183: Sacrifice All Cultists!

Youre just Ashe Heath.

Why does that name feel like its turned into a curse?

Name: Ashe Heath. Gender: Ashe Heath. Crimes: Ashe Heath?

Ashe lay bound and disheveled on the ground, his back pain flooding in like the tide, so intense he could only whimper and moan, without the slightest intention to rebut the words of Eternal Calamity.

The Necromancer beside him said with sympathy, So it was true, Ashe, when you said you were wronged. And here I thought it was your signature dry humor. Back then I even thought the Leader of the Four Pillars Cult had a sense of humor.

I think hes simply foolish. Igor commented coldly, Still cant see the situation for what it is, even when your life is in their hands, and you still dare to haggle. Would a lumberjack be wary of a tree just because the axe handle is made of wood?

You can only try to ingratiate yourself, to become their axe, yet you act like a cockroach trying to jump on a face, as if they should be grateful not to squash you on the spot. Love it or leave it; they dont lack for laborers like you. Even the little brats in the Nursery know to bow their heads and take the job at a time like this, but youre the only one asking about salary, benefits, and contracts

Harvey had intended to argue on Ashes behalf, but noticing that Ashe was just sorrowfully glaring at Igor, muttering profanities that only he could hear, Harvey wisely kept silent. Ashe was hurt and needed a distraction; Igors taunting was perfectly timed to stir up his emotions, making him forget the pain in his body.

However, Harvey felt that Igors berating was oddly off the markknowing that if Ashe had really followed through with Eternal Calamitys demand, it would now be him and Igor who were wailing. Why did Igor still speak with a tone of frustrated mockery, as if he wished Ashe to survive stepping over their corpses?

Oooh

Let me go, Mom, Dad

Wah, wah, waaaah! I want my Mommy, Mommy!

The shrill and noisy voices of children filled the hall, with both Harvey and Igor showing expressions of disgust. It wasnt the Four Pillars Cults treatment of the children that they despised, but rather the childrens clamorthe Blood Moon people had very low tolerance for the whining of young ones.

However, after listening for a while, Igor asked in a low voice, Why are they all shouting for mommy and daddy? Are mommy and daddy heroes here?

Ashe couldnt help but feel a bit amused at the sight of Harvey and Igor, who seemed as illiterate as one could be, asking such a question.

Everlasting heat, eternal life, forever wandering

Dream of freedom

Let this be our sincere prayer, in the hope that the Four Pillars, in their holy mercy, shall bestow their scrutiny.

After the Followers finished their prayers, the sweet and naive voice of Eternal Calamity slowly resounded: The Sacrifices indicated by the Oracle have been assembled.

In the name of Selina Bright, we offer to the Four Pillars the Sacrifices within the ring of firethree People from the Exotic Lands, sixteen pure souls!

It was over.

Igor sighed inwardly; he hadnt expected to survive escaping from prison, evade the pursuit of the Sin Hunters Hall, only to die in a Cult sacrifice to the Four Pillars.

Rounded up, it was almost like dying at the hands of Ashe.

If only I hadnt struck up a conversation with that newcomer in prison If only I hadnt seen him as prey

Suddenly, Igor laughed, extinguishing the flicker of regret that had surfaced in his heartcompared to rotting away in Shattered Lake Prison, he preferred to play a part in the grand spectacle of the Blood Moon Tribunal and the glorious prison escape, and then to die.

He owed his thanks to Ashe Heath; it was he who had freed him from the tedium of prison life and set him on this brilliant path to death.

It is said that after evildoers die, their Souls must pass through six hells, enduring torment before they can rest in the Virtual Realm. All the spiteful spirits harmed by the evildoers await this perfect opportunity for revenge, eager to repay the calamities they suffered tenfold, a hundredfold, to the wicked.

Dear Cult Leader, with your great achievements, there must be many looking forward to playing games with you in hell. But no worries, Im a bad guy too, and Ill be there to back you up against them.

Igor turned to look at Ashe, but saw no fear on the face of the Cult Leader. It seemed he had something to rely on; trembling, he straightened his back, lifted his head proudly, and called out loudly to the heavens:

In the name of Ashe Heath, I offer to the Four Pillars the Sacrifices outside the ring of fireall the Cultists in the underground hall!