MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing-Chapter 11 Ansu has been the most loyal believer of the Mother Goddess since ancient times.
Chapter 11 Ansu has been the most loyal believer of the Mother Goddess since ancient times.
The last ray of the setting sun has also been swallowed up in the tombs of the mountains. There is no moon and stars tonight.
The gray night sky seemed to be wrapped in 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 lightning bolts cutting between the gaps in the clouds.
A deserted path.
The patent leather carriage made an eerie creaking sound as it ran over the night frost on the road.
This carriage set off from the Queens District of the border city, quickly passed the border checkpoint, detoured from the trail, and drove toward the wilderness. Covered in the night, it was like entering an uninhabited country along the way.
McKin knew he had made a lot of money today.
A big job was robbed today.
On the surface he is a carriage driver, but secretly he is a second-level believer in the Esoteric Cult, and he believes in the Cult of the Mother Goddess of Life.
Since 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 esoteric cultist as a priest, plus a dozen first-level ordinary believers—this is the configuration of a den of the Mother Goddess Cult.
It’s not that the Holy See is unwilling to eradicate them.
Rather, each sect of the Mother Goddess Cult is their own camp, small and sophisticated, independent of each other, and not informed of each other. Even if one sect is eliminated, new sects will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.
Moreover, their whereabouts are very hidden, and it is difficult for the Holy See to find their hideout.
McMaca 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, a young nobleman was tied up.
—It is the person blessed by the Holy Light who has been in the limelight recently, the son of the curse, Ansu Morningstar.
The Mother Goddess of Life likes two dishes the most.
One is a saint in the Holy Light Church, and the other is a child of the curse who was born into darkness.
Ansu, the boy, has both.
He is a 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 can 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.
It is best to kidnap a child like a nerd.
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 night, and finally I walked home alone at night.
Sometimes he is with his maid, and that girl looks very weak.
The path he took home was remote, remote, and deserted. It was simply the best place for robbery and kidnapping.
McMaika has been observing Ansu for several days, and is sure that today is the time to take action—the maid is not here either.
He was a resolute and resolute believer. He 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's hooves sped up, 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 Macca 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.
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“My head hurts so much. Couldn’t you be gentler when kidnapping?”
When An woke up, he was already placed in the middle of the altar, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood.
He squinted 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 time.
If you sacrifice them all, you can only get low-level blessings. Ansu is 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.
That's right, this is his plan to level up.
While others are fishing, he is fishing for esoteric cultists!
Deliberately hired unscrupulous newspapers to unpack his information and publicized it so much that crazy esoteric cultists took the bait, kidnapped him, and took him back to be sacrificed.
There is a shortage of everything on the border, but the most indispensable thing is cults. Miss Enya told him that there are already several malicious eyes looking at him.
That's really great.
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 seventeen. She was truly a top genius. Unfortunately, she died too early in the original work, and her identity and background were not fully completed—that should be a big foreshadowing. .
It is the first level strong player 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 you are really in danger, Miss Enya can destroy this group of esoteric cultists in an instant.
Of course, Ansu will not receive the blessing.
The goddess of Holy Light's blessing request is to eradicate the secret cultists alone, while the Mother Goddess of Life wants a living sacrifice. She doesn't like to eat dead bodies.
“Children, 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 covered by a gold mask. "You will soon return to the embrace of the Mother Goddess."
As he said this, he smeared scarlet 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 professional quality is too poor.”
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 all stinks. It's too old."
“What the Mother God 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.”
McMaika usually prides himself on being an artist in the field of sacrifice, but at this moment, a child actually questioned his professional quality, and he was quite angry.
“Of course I know a baby’s skull is the best, but so what, as long as it’s enough!”
“But this will reduce the return on the 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 10% - this is the only thing I can't stand."
As a speedrunner, Ansu cannot tolerate inefficiency in his life.
When he said this, his expression was quite serious, and his eyes were sincere and confident.
Inexplicable and very convincing.
Damn it, whose altar is it?
“Then what do you think we should do?” Macca asked.
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