An Evil God Can't Be My "Master"! (No. 11 is Very Important! Asking for Follow-ups in Advance!!)

The narrow path was lined with white wildflowers.

Shadowy figures emerged from the path's end and edges, each leading a child no older than ten. They walked in unison towards the distant blue stone tower, like devout pilgrims heading towards the afterlife.

They seemed to have white flowers pinned to their chests, but a closer look revealed that they were not flowers at all.

They were dried-up fingers, which the shadowy figures used as plums to quench their thirst.

They gathered before a stone gate covered in three-dimensional carvings and patterns.

With hands clasped under their chins, they lowered their heads in silence, making no movements, like countless dormant statues.

Crack! Crack, crack, crack!

After a moment, the heavy stone gate slowly opened inward.

A gust of cold, damp wind blew out, accompanied by a low murmur more chilling than the wind itself.

Inside the dim stone tower, hundreds of candles burned, emitting a strange, rotten smell.

"Lord, I worship you, open before you. Lord, I raise my hands, prostrate before your throne..."

Those who entered the stone tower began to chant in low voices. Men, women, old, young—countless voices intertwined like silk threads.

The candlelight on the walls flickered, casting dim shadows on the many believers.

Whether it was because of the cold wind they stirred up, or because of the deep resentment and hatred within the wind.

Caw! Caw!

The cries of carrion crows echoed above the many believers. It stood under the stone tower, pecking at its black feathers, its blood-red eyes reflecting the humans below.

Suddenly, among the many lowered heads, one person raised his head and stared directly at it.

"Caw!"

The crow cocked its head in a somewhat human-like manner, seemingly wondering why things were different than before.

The next moment, before it could react, as the crowd completely entered the stone tower.

Thwack!!

A sharp, scarlet spike pierced through the crow's body, and it fell powerlessly before it could even let out a cry.

"Unpleasant crow's cry."

In the crowd, a young man withdrew his gaze, his lips slightly parted: "What a tasteless fellow."

Nagato and Yahiko nodded in agreement, feeling that it couldn't compare to the white doves of Dawn City.

The man who spoke first was Yun Chuan, but his appearance had already changed. He was the young man left behind by the old man to monitor things.

The

Precise Camouflage

ability of the

Carnage

template was indeed useful, as could be seen from the terrified expression on the man's face before he was killed.

"..."

Nagato frowned, his eyes darting around, his mouth slightly open: "A small country's border actually has this kind of power?"

"Normal, or rather, precisely because it is weak." Yun Chuan shook his head and said indifferently, "In this world, without misfortune, without death, without suffering, there would be no gods or Buddhas."

No demons, no Buddha.

They had arrived inside the stone tower, which had seats for more than a hundred people. The overall structure was an equilateral triangle, supported by three deep red stone pillars.

A huge statue without facial features was located at the vertex of the equilateral triangle, seemingly watching over its believers, but one could not feel any majesty or holiness, only suppressed evil.

Because below it was an altar piled with countless pale skeletons, and each skull looked particularly small and even frail.

In front of the faceless statue, "Uncle Koshiyama," with his amiable smile, sat on the altar, wearing an extravagant black robe.

Beside him was a blazing charcoal stove, the flickering fire providing the maximum illumination for the entire tower.

The orderly stream of people poured in like a black tide, silently taking their seats, spreading a layer of white cloth on their laps, and bowing their heads with their hands clasped.

Yun Chuan also sat in the second-to-last row, unobtrusively picking up the white cloth with his hand.

"What is this?" Behind him, Yahiko murmured, his face full of doubt.

He and Nagato stood like the other children, as if they had no seats from beginning to end.

"Everyone..."

Uncle Koshiyama stood up, standing in front of everyone, looking down at the believers.

He touched his chest three times, forming an equilateral triangle, and whispered a devout prayer: "Praise my Lord, death is new life!"

"Praise my Lord, death is new life!"

The other believers said in unison, drawing a triangle with one hand, and then bowing their heads and chanting devoutly: "May the Lord be with me, in this desolate and hopeless land, the Lord grants me abundant grace, and I offer my faith to the Lord..."

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The old woman beside Uncle Koshiyama stepped forward and struck the huge bronze bell with a wooden mallet.

The bell echoed throughout the closed space, the deafening sound enough to cause a headache.

However, it did not drown out the chanting of the believers.

The noble and lengthy chant, like a hymn, echoed, containing an extremely strong sense of epic and solemnity, and the ethereal notes resonated and vibrated the skull.

Praising the life about to die, praising the newborn about to be born.

Mysterious, solemn, and dignified...

"Three times, three rings." Yun Chuan's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly, "It's a death knell."

The incredibly bizarre and grotesque scene before him reminded him of the so-called "Mass."

And after reading and sharing the Bible, there was the so-called Holy Sacrifice ritual.

——Namely, the Eucharist, also known as the Lord's Supper.

A ritual established for Jesus to sacrifice his flesh and blood to atone for the sins of mankind.

The bread in the Eucharist represents the body of Jesus, and the grape juice symbolizes the precious blood shed by Jesus, to show that the life of the Lord is with the believers.

"If it's a similar logic, how will they distort the so-called Eucharist..."

Under Yun Chuan's gaze, amidst the devout chanting.

Whoosh!!

Uncle Koshiyama suddenly lifted the black cloth covering the altar.

And on that skull altar, lay a woman with a painful expression, her abdomen bulging high, obviously several months pregnant and close to delivery.

Instantly, the chanting inside the entire tower became more fervent, and all the believers sat up straight and raised their heads.

Staring intently at the woman on the altar, the gazes under the black hoods were incredibly fiery, even more blazing than the flames in the furnace, like pilgrims seeing the promised land of their faith.

However, pilgrims would not show the greedy faces of gnashing teeth and sucking blood like them!

"Ah!!"

Reflected in the woman's trembling pupils, the believers took off the hoods of their black robes, chanting loudly and trembling with excitement, uniformly picking up the white cloths on their laps and covering their heads.

Seemingly wanting to use this to block the "Lord's" sight, not letting the "Lord" see their greedy and ugly faces.

"He! They..."

At this moment, even Yahiko, who was usually slow on the uptake, instantly reacted and guessed what was about to happen.

On the altar, Uncle Koshiyama took out a sharp, black spear from the sleeve of his black robe.

"Bastard!" In an instant, the veins on Yahiko's forehead burst, his eyes reflecting the flames.

But he had promised the boss before coming that he must not act without instructions...

Just as Uncle Koshiyama, with a gentle smile on his face, raised the spear and stabbed it straight at the woman.

Uncontrollable anger surged from his heart, instantly rushing through his body and into his brain.

Endure? Endure my ass! I can't endure it anymore!

Sorry, boss!

Yahiko suddenly stepped on the front row of seats, his expression angry as he was about to rush onto the altar.

However, before he could rush up.

Boom!!

Dark red blood mist instantly soared into the sky, like a blooming, enchanting flower, spreading around like smoke and fog.

The originally high-pitched chanting was interrupted, falling into a deathly silence.

"Believers will kneel and pray for divine revelations and the Gospel."

Yun Chuan's gentle voice came from within the blood mist, laughing: "Profaners will only sharpen their knives and carve whole loaves of bread and wine!"

Evil God?

Evil Gods are not worthy to be my "Lord"!

Number 11 is very important! Extremely important! Seeking advanced tracking!