The Ritual Moved Up

Mu Li's face turned bright red, burning from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, just like a ripe tomato.

The spot on her brow where she had been kissed was still faintly warm.

Mu Li felt as if a small patch of sunlight had seeped into his skin, warm and comforting.

He opened his mouth and stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, the thoughts in my mind are like a pot of hot porridge that has been poured into it, bubbling and gurgling.

Finally, the wire snapped with a "snap".

Mu Li closed her eyes and fell straight backward.

Fortunately, Si Lin reacted quickly.

He reached out and caught Mu Li just a second before the back of Mu Li head was about to make intimate contact with the floor.

Si Lin looked down at the flushed face in his arms.

He was silent for a moment.

Then, with less-than-gentle movements, she leaned him against the wall.

He was somewhat jealous of her.

Wuma Xiu chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, like the delicate, crisp sound of a silver bell tinkling in the wind.

He looked away and turned around.

"Lead the way."

Wuma Xiu walked to 01's side, uttering those two words in a calm tone, his gaze fixed ahead.

He didn't even spare a second glance for the Fanatic beside him, a figure feared by everyone else.

He didn't look like a prisoner being controlled by others at all.

He seems more like the true owner of this base.

01 was merely a servant who walked ahead to clear the way for him.

01 glanced at Wuma Xiu but said nothing.

He quickly spun around on his personal Lightbrain, then, without turning around, instructed the barely noticeable 10098 and 10100: "Spread the word and move the sacrificial ceremony from ten days later to this afternoon."

Cut the Gordian knot.

01 felt they couldn't delay any longer.

Let's postpone it for another ten days.

He wasn't even sure what he was going to do.

Perhaps I'll let this person go? Perhaps I'll take him with me on my escape? Perhaps I'll completely betray my beliefs some dark night?

Every possibility filled 01 with fear.

Therefore, he must do it now.

Send the other party to the Altar, so that the Evil God may accept this impeccable offering.

Everything will get back on track.

"Yes."

10098 and 10100 immediately bowed their heads, accepted the order, and quickly turned and left.

The two walked a few steps and then looked at each other.

They both saw the same wry smile on the half of each other's faces hidden under their hoods.

--I reckon Lord 02 will throw a tantrum about this.

This sacrificial ceremony was planned and personally presided over by 02. He even sent people to screen and capture these handsome young men one by one.

They didn't know how much manpower and resources were spent, but the transportation cost of kidnapping people across Star Region alone was ridiculously high.

Now, not only does Lord 01 want to change the time, but he also wants to release all the people he finally managed to capture.

This is practically stepping on Lord 02's face repeatedly.

But neither of them dared to utter a single word of doubt.

The person who asked the question last time, "Sir, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

The grass on the grave is now three feet tall.

During festivals, there isn't even anyone to burn paper money for the dead.

Sure enough, the message was sent out not long ago.

The Lightbrain in 01 started vibrating violently, as if it had gone mad.

Communication requests from 02 popped up on the screen, one after another.

You could feel the fury on the other end of the screen.

01 glanced down at the caller ID and pressed the reject button expressionlessly.

He then calmly typed a line of text and sent it.

The ceremony began this afternoon.

He didn't offer a single word of explanation; he simply notified 02 directly.

This is what 01 should look like under normal circumstances.

As Wuma Xiu and 01 completely disappeared behind the door, Si Lin lowered his head and let go.

Blood was flowing from it.

Si Lin had been holding back the whole time.

From the moment 01 stepped into the cage, he was enduring.

With his strength, he is not without the ability to fight against 01 and these people.

But he doesn't represent himself.

He was Federation Major General, and the fate of the entire operation rested on his shoulders, not only his own life.

This sacrificial ritual by the followers of the Evil God was their only chance to wipe out the entire organization.

If he exposes his identity and takes action against 01, it will be like alerting the enemy.

Then this infiltration operation was completely ruined.

And those Fanatic of the Evil God will once again disappear into the shadows.

There will be more sacrificial rituals in the future, and more innocent teenagers will be captured and imprisoned in iron cages.

Therefore, he cannot move.

No matter how much the anger in his chest burned away his reason.

He couldn't make a move either.

But Si Lin swore an oath of honor.

He will definitely go back to save them.

Whether it's the base of Fanatic of Evil God, or a place of fire and water, or Abyss hell, he will go there!

"What did you just do?" 01 asked.

As the Archbishop of the Evil God Order, his Psychic Power was as vast as an abyss.

And that one instant...

He sensed an unusual power.

It is definitely not Psychic Power.

That power was ethereal and intangible, yet it stirred up ripples that he could not ignore.

I like beautiful things.

Wuma Xiu's tone carried a hint of self-satisfied pleasure.

It was rare for him to be in the mood to explain his actions to someone, probably because what had just happened had indeed put him in a good mood.

"And his soul is beautiful."

As he said this, the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

A faint smile appeared on that already stunning face.

The Goddess of Beauty has always loved all beautiful things.

Beautiful flowers, beautiful paintings, beautiful faces...

The moment Mu Li stopped him.

In that instant, he glimpsed a beautiful soul.

--Clean, pure...

He also saw clearly the uncertain and turbulent Fate that lay ahead for the other person.

So he forcibly interfered with the other person's destiny.

As for whether the God of Fate will come knocking on our door to demand an explanation in the future, let him come.

Anyway, the Goddess of Beauty has always been used to "abusing her beauty to do whatever she wants".

Having offended one more or one less Deities makes no difference; they have long since become unconcerned.

"Beautiful?"

01 scoffed at this word.

He snorted coldly, his blond hair swaying with his steps.

A disdainful smile curved his thin lips beneath the mask.

In terms of beauty, everyone else there combined couldn't compare to this person.

Discussing "beauty" in front of such a person is as ridiculous as lighting a candle in the Sun.

"Right."

Wuma Xiu raised the corners of his mouth.

There was something in that smile that 01 couldn't decipher.

01 clenched his fist.

"So what do you think of me... that black-haired guy from earlier?"

01 The question took a turn, and he remembered that black-haired boy again.

That unpleasant feeling.

This was only the second time he had felt this way about someone.

The first one was that Federation Major General who, like their followers of Evil Gods, liked to hide his true intentions.

--Si Lin.

He and his opponent had clashed remotely on multiple occasions.

That was a very annoying guy, like a hard bone stuck in 01's throat.

It can't be swallowed, and it can't be spat out.

However, 01 had to admit that the other side had those illustrious military achievements and the reputation of being a "Genius Commander".

It's definitely not something that was just made up out of thin air like other useless things.

The black-haired boy gave him a vague resemblance to Si Lin.

"Good."

Wuma Xiu thought for a moment and gave a lukewarm reply.

Si Lin's face was indeed quite handsome; his features were striking and his face was handsome, making him stand out in a crowd.

But in the eyes of the Goddess of Beauty.

Such looks can only be described as "okay".

01's mood visibly improved.

Although his face remained expressionless, his clenched fingers loosened, and his steps became slightly lighter.

It seems that the black-haired kid was just "okay" in the other person's eyes.

It's not even a decent compliment; it's not worth mentioning.