He Owed His Survival to Others

Faced with 01's dominance, 02 bravely resisted... just kidding.

All I could see was 02's face, which had been flushed with anger just moments before.

His expression shifted with astonishing speed from rage to restraint and then to nonchalance.

It was as if the person who had just been jumping up and down cursing wasn't him at all.

02 took a step aside and made a rather gentlemanly "please" gesture. Although her voice still carried a hint of reluctance and stiffness, her words had softened considerably.

"Alright, alright, then please proceed. The ceremony is all set, just waiting for your arrival. However... if you mess this up, you'd better watch out."

02 He decisively chose to follow his heart—to admit defeat. But he didn't feel ashamed at all.

Being pragmatic and adaptable is simply human nature.

A true man is one who can bend and stretch.

He'd seen the consequences of going head-to-head with 01 before.

He's been able to stay in this position for so long because of more than just his professional skills.

It is also this wisdom of living with ease and flexibility.

Wuma Xiu ignored the subtle undercurrent between the two.

He stood before the Altar and pushed his hood back.

He revealed a pair of light-colored amber eyes, scrutinizing the Altar of the Evil God Order before him.

"Simple."

"Ugly."

Wuma Xiu then landed on the dark bloodstains, old and new, that had not been thoroughly cleaned from the edge of the Altar.

"Dirty."

This is hardly worthy of being called Altar?

No wonder that evil fellow refuses to show himself.

If it were him, he wouldn't even bother to show himself, let alone glance at them.

02 Hearing these words, my ears twitched slightly.

It wasn't that he felt uncomfortable being scolded; he had no emotional attachment to the Altar anyway, as it was just a temporary structure.

Moreover, the first twenty-eight attempts also failed.

What made 02's ears move was the sound itself.

Why did that voice give him such a strange feeling, both alluring and sacredly untouchable?

Just by listening to that voice, you can tell that the other person is no ordinary individual.

Perhaps, the other person truly does possess an Immortal, otherworldly appearance?

02 snorted inwardly.

He understands 01 better than anyone else; he is the person in the entire religious community who understands 01 better.

Given that guy's loyalty to the Evil God, he could question 01's character, personality, and even mental state.

However, he would not doubt the purity of 01's faith.

The person who was personally brought by 01 as a sacrifice should theoretically be free of any problems.

As for that inexplicable unease in my heart, and those constantly twitching eyelids, I'm probably just overthinking it...

What a load of rubbish!

This is very wrong.

02 He raised his head suspiciously; the feeling was all too clear.

It's as if they've been targeted.

"01, I feel like something's not right today."

01 also looked up at the sky.

If he's not mistaken, there's another one mixed in with the group of teenagers captured by 02.

01 I thought of that black-haired boy.

I didn't like it when I saw it.

Who would have thought that the Federation's genius Major General was actually a young, immature boy!

Although it was indeed as 02 felt, 01 also had a premonition in his heart.

This ceremony will definitely be a success!

01 said, "I know. I've been followed by a tail since I arrived here. But no matter what happens today, the ceremony cannot be stopped."

"Ha, you've really gone mad."

02. Touching the back of his head.

Back when he first took the 02 position, he was full of vigor and charisma.

He walks with a brisk pace and speaks with a loud voice.

Who in the entire cult dared to breathe loudly with him?

But unfortunately, I encountered this madman.

His so-called authority is like thin ice under the scorching sun; it melts as soon as it's exposed to the heat.

He's only alive now because 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, and 10 acted quickly enough, one after another scouting for him, stepping into pitfalls, and hitting walls...

They blazed a bloody trail for him to survive with their lives.

He has long lost his former ambition.

That's how I've become this kind of complacent, drifting-through-life person.

Their catchphrase has changed from "I'm in charge" to "Okay, okay, you're in charge."

Now, this madman 01 is knowingly heading into the tiger's den.

If this time, it fails again.

These people are probably going to be wiped out in one fell swoop.

That's insane! Absolutely insane.

But how can one be a follower of the Evil God without going mad?

01 led Wuma Xiu through layers of Stone Pillars to the very center of the Altar.

There was a round stone platform that was slightly raised above the ground.

The stone surface was relatively smooth, making it the only spot on the entire Altar that was not stained with blood.

01 stopped, turned around and walked off the Altar without looking back.

"The ceremony begins."

Beneath this Altar.

The black-robed followers had already taken their positions in a specific formation.

Their bodies were completely covered from head to toe by wide black robes, like silent stone statues.

It stood motionless on the gray-brown earth.

Only beneath the hoods did pairs of eyes gleam with an almost fanatical devotion.

The Evil God's Sacrificial Ritual are considered supreme among the believers of the Evil God.

It is the greatest ceremony, the most sacred hymn.

In the eyes of these Fanatics, their Evil God is the ultimate symbol of power and the master of Disaster and Fear.

It is an absolute being that transcends all rules.

They believed that sacrificial rituals could bring them the protection and power of Evil Gods.

In doing so, they can tear apart all the shackles that bind them in this world, and realize the ambitions and desires in their hearts that are condemned as madness by the world.

In order to be able to hold such a sacrificial ceremony.

They spared no expense.

They would squander their wealth, sacrifice their loved ones, mutilate themselves, and slaughter the innocent... all in the hope of gaining a single act of mercy from the Evil God.

No cost is considered a cost by them.

02 She put away her lazy, complacent demeanor from before.

He stood on the Officiant's Platform in front of the Altar, raised his hands, and his black robes fluttered without wind.

A deep, ancient prayer escaped his lips.

The sound was desolate and lingering.

As he prayed, the believers knelt down and echoed his prayer.

Wuma Xiu stood in the center of the Altar, listening to 02's seemingly endless prayer.

He listened for a while, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Sleepiness washed over me like a tide.

Wuma Xiu almost yawned in front of these Fanatics.

This is so boring.

Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble to summon that evil creature?

The Goddess of Beauty neither knew nor had tried this method.

It's obvious that if I just call out, the other person will come.

At that moment, a Spear was planted in the stone platform directly in front of the Altar.

The gun was entirely black, except for the Spear Tip, which had an ominous dark red hue.

A layer of dark, visible airflow swirled around the gun, spiraling upwards in concentric circles.

"This gun..."