Throwing a cup?

Do you fucking think we don’t want to?

If Qianye hadn't pointed out the ambush they set, there would have been rivers of blood by now.

Of course, it was their blood that flowed like a river.

The daimyo were really afraid that Qianye, the god of death and the evil star, would get rid of them all, so with the idea of ​​sending it to the god of plague, they paid the balance "quickly".

As before, the payment is still in precious metal.

This thing is not as unstable as credit currency, especially gold.

It is a substance produced after a supernova explosion, and gold is very valuable.

"If you have any good business in the future, remember to contact us. We are very strong, the price is fair, and we have zero negative reviews so far." Qianye put these precious metals into the storage scroll and did not forget to place an advertisement before leaving.

The corners of the daimyo's mouths twitched, and there was a curse word stuck in their throats.

After a while, when they saw that Qianye had indeed left, they finally couldn't help but curse.

"You son of a bitch, when our undead army is created, you will be the first one to attack!"

"It's so damn dark. The wealth we have accumulated over generations was suddenly robbed by this bastard."

"The pope who proclaimed the Unitarian religion met with us, and we agreed to his plan!"

After a while, a tall man wearing a priest's robe walked in.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days. His stretched muscles made the originally loose priest's robe bulge. The most peculiar thing was that his cheeks were painted with black and white paint, and his eyebrows were painted in black and white.

There is a pure black circular mark in the middle.

If there are experts who are familiar with the structure of the human body, they will find that the white pigment areas correspond to the bones.

His voice sounded like a bell: "Jiaji pays homage to all the great lords."

"Pope Gaji, we agree to your conditions, but we need to know how many people can pass the ceremony, and whether the believers who have passed the ceremony will be immortal like you."

Jiaji laughed maniacally: "God will always watch over us. As long as we are devout in faith, we will have the opportunity to receive God's blessings. All believers who pass the ceremony will obtain immortality like me."

A famous figure emphasized: "Pope Gaji, we need to see practical examples."

"Of course, no problem." Gajeel grinned, like a ferocious blood beast.

"I can preside over the ceremony now. Everyone is welcome to watch the ceremony. You will witness the miracle!"

A group of children with black cloth bands tied around their eyes were taken to a courtyard.

They are old and young, the oldest is 16 years old and the youngest is 10 years old, there are boys and girls.

The average age is about 13 years old.

Counting them down, no more, no less, exactly fifty.

The followers of the monotheistic religion were like driving livestock, driving them to a temporary altar decorated with earth escape.

The altar is five meters high from the ground, with a pattern painted in blood. The outermost layer of the pattern is a circle, and inside is a standard equal triangle.

“The world is miserable, but God has mercy on the world.

The church has supported you for so long, and now it is your turn to repay the church.

Provide your dedicated performance to the gods, and use your blood and pain to please the gods!"

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

A handful of kunai shimmering with cold light were thrown onto the altar, and the children untied the cloth belt.

What kind of eyes are there under the cloth belt?

It was full of bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were bloodthirsty and fierce. He didn't look like a child at all, but more like a perverted butcher who specialized in killing people for fun!

Without saying a word, these children grabbed the kunai on the ground and stabbed others around them.

The strange thing is that after stabbing other people, they will pull out the kunai and stab themselves in the same part.

Most children target areas such as their arms and thighs.

There are only a few exceptions where the target is targeted specifically at the critical point.

One of the gray-haired children attracted the most attention. He had just cut the throat of a boy one year older than himself.

He cut the other person's throat, which meant that he would also use this kunai to cut his own throat!

"My dear lords, that gray-haired child is my favorite seed. If nothing happens, he will become the first believer to obtain the God's Curtain."

"hope so."

The big names focused all their attention on this gray-haired crazy boy. They wanted to see if this madman could really become the first being to obtain immortality as Gajeel said!

The gray-haired boy licked the warm blood of Kunai and laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, this is the taste, this is the feeling!"

Chi!

The sharp kunai was wiped across the neck, exposing the white trachea, and blood flowed out along the leaky trachea. The gray-haired boy reached out to cover his trachea, as if he wanted to block the wound in the throat, and as if he was trying to pinch it hard.

Kill yourself!

He opened his mouth, blood covering his teeth, and he kept repeating:

"Hoho, I feel it, I feel the gaze from Lord Evil God!"

"Not enough, this is not enough!"

He covered his throat with one hand, grabbed the kunai with the other blood-stained hand, and stabbed the person closest to him with great ferocity.

The man also had the same idea, and the two of them ran in both directions, thrusting the kunai forcefully into the other's chest and into the vigorously beating heart.

"I am the only believer of the evil god!" The gray-haired boy stirred the kunai vigorously. His strength was surprisingly strong. He stirred the opponent's heart into a piece of rotten flesh before pulling out the kunai.

The blood was like an open showerhead, splashing everywhere.

Not only is he strong, but his vitality is also stronger than others.

The boy whose heart he stabbed was already too dead, he was just unconscious.

Before his consciousness completely fell into silence, he dipped his fingers in the blood from his heart and smeared it on the ground.

The pattern is exactly the same as that drawn by Pope Gaghi.

An equilateral triangle is embedded in the outer arc.

His movements became slower and slower, and his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead. They became so heavy that he could hardly open them.

Within a few seconds, he fell to the ground with a plop. The kunai still inserted into his heart became an inch deeper. His body twitched twice and became silent.

"It seems that it failed." The Daimyo of Grass Country said regretfully.

What he regretted was not the tragedy that was unfolding at the moment, but that he had guessed wrong.

Gajeel's bloodshot eyes were full of excitement and anticipation: "Failure? No, his road has just begun!"

After saying that, he walked under the altar, closed his eyes, made a forbearance seal, and began to recite the incantation.

The sound is sometimes high-pitched, sometimes sharp, and very harsh.

The daimyo stood not far away and watched quietly.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes...

Time passed little by little.

"How long has it been?"

"It's been half an hour, why haven't you seen anything?"

"Is this guy named Gajeel playing tricks on us?"

The daimyo looked at Gajeel who was mumbling something and felt that their intelligence was insulted.

They also have brain problems to believe this kind of thing.

"Forget it, let's follow the example of the Fire Nation and make changes."

"Come here, take this monster named Jiaji and put him in a dungeon and seal him up. Don't give him food. I want to see if he will starve to death!"

Just as the Ninja Monk was about to take action, Gajeel suddenly stopped all actions:

"Resurrection! Believer of God!!!"

The cruel and murderous gray-haired boy on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

His exposed skin became as black as charcoal, and bone-like lines appeared on the black skin.

"Lord Evil God, I feel Lord Evil God's gaze, hahaha, hahahaha!!!" He pulled out the kunai still inserted in his heart, feeling the severe pain in his heart, he covered his face with one hand and knelt down

The people on the ground laughed maniacally.

"Kill you, I will sacrifice you all to the evil god."

"Hidan is crazy, run!"

"Hidan, don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
To be continued...