'Shally' was also being led along behind them. Unlike the others, who were herded away in droves like ducks, she had two bodyguards at her side, as if they were terrified she might escape.
"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!!"
The excited cheers of the cultists mingled with the terrified cries of the 'sacrifices,' throwing Casola Prison into utter chaos.
Before long, everyone had been driven down and gathered at the underground altar.
"Suffering and calamity spread through the world like a terrible plague. Hypocrites use them to elevate their own image and preach false gods. Only we believers who worship the truth shall use the Blood God's Will to shatter these false masks of the world and grant all living beings the equal honor they deserve!"
"War, slaughter, blood... these are the truest paths God has granted humanity to obtain glory. My brethren! Let us cast aside hypocrisy and pursue the highest truth in this world!"
From atop the altar, Hart's impassioned voice rang out in every direction.
"Truth shall endure!"
"Truth shall endure!"
"Great Doklodus, please bring 'war' upon this barren land! Water hope with blood, lead all living beings out of this world of death, and let all things be Born to Die!"
"Born to Die!"
"Born to Die!"
A qualified Singer's words were sharper than blades. With just a few sentences, Hart had ignited the flames in the hearts of the fanatical cultists throughout Casola Prison—and they burned fiercely.
Compared to the cultists' revelry, those being treated as sacrifices were like lambs awaiting slaughter. Though some tried to escape, it was completely useless.
Almost every Blood Cult member gathered here was a Supernatural Being. Even the weakest had undergone Magic Potion infusion, and their physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.
"Do not panic, lost