MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing

Chapter 12 Friends who often offer sacrifices know that

 “Friends who often offer sacrifices know that,”

Ansu replied seriously, his tone and words were quite professional,

“If there is a lack of baby bones, fresh piglet bones can be used instead. The Mother Goddess of Life cannot tell them apart. Moreover, pig bones are cheaper, with two copper coins per pound on the market.”

 Every friend who often makes sacrifices knows what it means?

 “Are you going to fool the great mother goddess with pig bones?”

McKah was furious, "You are deceiving! This is blasphemy and shame!"

Even the esoteric believers can't do such a bad thing as cheating the goddess. Who would sacrifice two yuan a pound of pig bones!

 “You are even ashamed to lie,”

Ansu replied with an iron heart,

 “How can a person like you have the face to join the Tantric Cult?”

McKay felt like there was a lump of phlegm stuck in his neck.

 “I have one more suggestion to make,”

Ansu continued, "There is a problem with the placement of the Spirit Pagoda. The [Human Face Flesh] there should be in the southeast direction, which will also affect the efficiency of the sacrifice."

He pointed at the strange mass of flesh that was growing crazily in the distance. The sinews on the ferocious flesh and blood were beating and swelling, and the folds of the flesh formed one after another of small human faces.

The piece of meat with a human face is already quite weird and weird, but Maika felt that the child in front of him was even weirder than the piece of meat.

This child was at most fourteen or fifteen years old, but he seemed to be fine and calmly pointed at the weird and evil thing.

 What makes people feel even more weird is the boy’s eyes, which are serious and focused, without any unnecessary emotions.

It is clear that the sacrifice is about to be sacrificed, but he is still talking to himself about how to make the sacrifice more effective.

 Are all children these days at this level?

Isn’t this child a quasi-saint blessed by the Holy Light? Why is he more esoteric than himself?

“Of course, this is not your fault, it is a common mistake that novices often make.”

Ansu was even comforting Maika.

After hearing Ansu's words, a believer thought of giving it a try and moved the human face to the southeast.

He immediately felt that the indescribable atmosphere around him had deepened, and the gusts of sinister wind were making people's hair stand on end, so he said to Macca with a look of joy,

 “Boss, it seems to be really useful.”

McCard felt that his life-long work had been insulted in the highest possible way.

 He ​​calls himself a sacrificial artist. Over the past ten years of his career, he has studied hard, worked hard to lay a solid foundation for sacrifice, tackled the problems of sacrifice, and worked hard to carry forward the sacrificial cause of the Mother Goddess of Life Sect.

McMaika often kidnapped and trafficked children from other families and brought them to the border to be sacrificed, but this was the first time that this kid questioned his professionalism.

On weekdays, what he likes to see most is the painful expressions of children struggling before death. Every time he appreciates it, he is overjoyed.

 But today I met a freak like Ansu, who neither cried nor made a fuss, and spoke more professionally than a Tantric cultist like him!

  “.What good will this do to you?”

 “I’m just being kind.” Ansu said, “After all, this is my altar.”

The more professional the altar is set up, the more profit Ansu will get from it, so of course he has to remind him of the mistakes.

It's all my money!

 “You know, you know”

Mika lifted Ansu's collar and lifted him in front of him. The golden mask stuck tightly to Ansu's face, and the blood-filled eyes were full of madness.

"You know, I have to kidnap several kids like you every week. Do you know what I like to do most is to visit their parents afterwards and admire their faces in the name of condolences? That sad expression is so refreshing!”

“I promise that after I sacrifice you, I will also listen to your father’s wailing.”

 He ​​pinched Ansu's neck and said hoarsely, his pupils bulged unnaturally, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and he stuck out his tongue, "I promise I will climax with pleasure."

 “It turns out that I like to kidnap and traffic children.”

Ansu stared at him expressionlessly, his blue eyes reflecting the latter's face.

“Then you are really a scumbag with poor taste. It’s cheaper than two copper coins per pound of pig bones.”

However, Ansu never considered himself a good person. “Send you to reunite with your favorite mother goddess,”

Ansu said, "It's a worthy death."

Maika smashed Ansu to the ground, turned around and shouted to the left and right, "The time is up, get ready to start the ceremony."

Boom.

Thunder flashed past the window, exploding into a white light, and the whole room was reflected as white as frost.

Maika turned around and saw Ansu's satisfied smile, reflected in the lightning.

“Mother Goddess of Desire and the Moon, Great Matron of Fertility, Eternal Motherhood in the Spiritual World.”

"This is the hymn of the most sincere people, this is the feast of the spirit and soul, this is the delicacy of blood and flesh."

“Your devout believer Ansu Morningstar presents a gift and dedicates the seventeen dark heretics on the altar to you—”

 “I invite you to have dinner with me!”

This congratulatory message is familiar yet unfamiliar.

There are many similarities with the greetings they sing now.

  but with higher priority.

 The ceremony was completed in an instant.

McKay opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

His throat seemed to be blocked, and lumps of flesh were growing wantonly in his throat. He was shocked to find that lumps of flesh were growing all over his trachea, springing up like mushrooms after a rain.

Flesh and blood engulfed his whole body, and the sharp pain stimulated the broken nerves.

The same mutation also happened to the surrounding first-order believers. Their flesh and blood also began to grow wildly, and then exploded one after another. The blood and meat pieces instantly spread all over the altar, and there was blood everywhere.

It was like crawling with squirming **** caterpillars one after another.

 Until this moment, unparalleled fear came to his mind.

Mika realized that he was being sacrificed and being swallowed by the Mother Goddess of Life, just like the countless children he had sacrificed before, falling into the eternal abyss of flesh and blood.

McCai is feeling the same pain they have felt.

"no no."

Mika's face was so distorted that his expression could not be seen clearly. He could only stretch out his hand with all his strength, his eyes looking at Ansu, with a look of pity in his pupils.

 But Ansu ignored him.

He stood up, wiped the blood splattered on his cheek with a handkerchief, took a few steps forward, and accidentally stepped on the pool of flesh and blood that Mika had transformed into, causing Ansu to frown.

 【A first-level believer has been sacrificed】

 【A first-level believer has been sacrificed】

 【A second-level believer has been sacrificed】

　　【Due to the effect of the title 'Newborn' (original name: fledgling life-blood sacrificer), the effect of the sacrifice is increased by 10%. Since the Mother Goddess doesn’t like altars, these effects cancel each other out]

 【Can obtain low-level blessings】

 (End of this chapter)