The Death Plan of a Hero of the Empire

In short, if you don't like to make mistakes, you are a sinner.

Since you don't like looking for sins, and you don't want to wash away your sins, then we suffering believers will show mercy to help you suffer and wash away your sins.

After an investigation, it was discovered that in this Cult of Suffering, their high-level leaders were actually almost all unilaterally sadistic perverts.

And the suffering believers at the bottom are the tools they use to satisfy their sadistic desires.

Not only that, but they really have belief in evil gods, and the ceremonies they usually hold are even more shocking.

They will pick "victims".

How to choose?

Grab a group of ordinary people directly from various channels, and then force them to choose to suffer by themselves.

For example, a mother and child are captured, and the child is used to force the mother to take the initiative to choose suffering, and after being tortured, she dies and becomes a "victim".

Every time a "victim" is sacrificed, the sufferer who presides over the ceremony will get feedback from the evil god, and a thorn will grow on his body.

In addition to holding ceremonies, thorns can also absorb pain and grow. Passionists can control thorns to fight for themselves, and the growth rate is extremely fast!

Basically, sacrificing a few people can turn a Passionist into an E-level professional, quickly forming combat effectiveness.

The Patriarchs once caused a great riot in the imperial capital, and were finally suppressed by the Investigation Bureau, the Imperial Army, and the Patrol Bureau.

This is also an event that accounts for a large part of the reason why the empire now has zero tolerance for cults.

At that time, the Patriotic Cultists were very powerful, and although they were wiped out by the three parties, it was inevitable that some fish slipped through the net and survived by luck.

And now it is such a group of surviving believers who are holding the so-called "victim" ceremony.

"Which of you wants to suffer?"

The leading suffering believer asked.

He is about 30 years old, with sunken cheeks and a thin body. He should be in his prime, but he looks very weak. A few black thorns on his back penetrated his teaching uniform, twisting and twisting like bugs.

"Is there still no one?" Looking around at the people in the silent iron cage, the Suffering Cultist showed a disappointed expression, "You fools really haven't made progress, don't you even have a person who has the awareness of suffering?"

"However..." the suffering believer changed his subject, "I am willing to give you a chance, as long as one of you is willing to suffer, I will let everyone else go."

"Really...Really?!" A man in the iron cage said quickly.

"Of course it is true." The leader of the Suffering Cultists nodded and said in a tone full of demagogy, "As long as one of you is willing, I will let everyone else go."

"Then..." The man's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a woman behind him, "She is willing, let her suffer!"

"You bastard!" The woman froze for a moment, then cursed, "I'm going to you!"

"You dead woman, I'm your husband!"

"If you want to die, you will die!"

A couple quickly scuffled.

And other people also began to argue, persuading others to go out to suffer, and they argued endlessly, but no one was willing to take the initiative to suffer.

Chaos suddenly broke out in the iron cage, and the leader of the Patriotic Church quickly became impatient when he saw this picture.

In this ceremony, the "victim" must be voluntary in order to achieve the best results.

This "voluntary" can also be distorted.

For example, take a mother's child to threaten her and ask her to "voluntarily" suffer.

On weekdays, he likes to find mother and child as ritual sacrifices most, because most mothers are willing to sacrifice themselves for their children and choose to suffer.

It's a pity that there is no mother and son, no father and son in this group of people in the iron cage, just a couple, and now they are fighting.

"Forget it, it's better to finish the sacrifice earlier and change the place earlier, the group of hunting dogs from the investigation bureau are even more difficult to deal with..."

The leader of the Suffering Cultists thought about it, and he was about to issue an order to force everyone to accept the "suffering" ceremony.

"I am willing." A girl stood up, "Let everyone go, I am willing to suffer."

"Oh?" The leader of the suffering cult was a little surprised. This kind of victim who voluntarily sacrificed himself for the sake of everyone is also a first-class sacrifice in the ceremony!

"Bring her out."

The leader of the Patriotic Church ordered.

Immediately, the two believers pulled the girl out, and the leader of the Patriotic believers discovered that the girl's eyes were gray and white, and she was blind.

And what surprised him even more was that the girl already had many scars on her body, and on her face alone, half of her face was scalded by the flames.

"Where did she get it?" asked the leader of the Passionists.

"It was a begging tool used by a gang to make money, and it was bought with money." A believer replied respectfully, "When I bought it, I heard that it was a fool who gave the food to the dogs and almost starved himself to death. "

"Good sacrifice!"

The leader of the Patriotic Church gave a sigh of admiration.

"Let her persevere a little longer. Fire is the last thing to do. Let's use knife and water first."

Difficulty with swords, suffering with swords and swords, suffering with water, covering your face with a wet cloth, suffering from suffocation...

The ritual of the "suffering" begins.

To the surprise of the leaders of the Patriarchs, the knife was cut on the girl's body, but she didn't say a word, covered her face with a wet cloth, let her suffer the pain of suffocation, and still didn't say a word...

So silent, bearing the pain added to the body.

Then the believers covered the girl with thorns soaked in oil and tied her to the post.

"Hey, don't you feel pain?" the leader of the Patriotic Cultists couldn't help asking.

By now, the girl was dying, but she still responded when she heard the question.

"Already...already..."

Barely breathing a sigh of relief, the girl finished speaking with her last strength.

"got used to."

"This is really the best sacrifice." Hearing the answer, the leader of the Patriotic Cultists became more and more happy, "I don't know how many gifts God will bestow on me..."

"Execute the fire!"

"Yes!"

A torch was thrown on the girl, and the white flame suddenly blazed.

Huh?

and many more……

"Why is the fire white?"

The sufferers looked at each other, puzzled.

"It's so warm..."

This is how girls feel right now.

It was so warm that it made her feel unreal, as if in a dream.

"I am the apostle of light, I am the favored one of good, I am the guardian of light, I am the terminator of darkness, I will give justice to the good, and give justice to the evil..."

The pure white angel of light descended, and the holy flames spread out, instantly turning the ceremony site into a sea of ​​flames.

"Judgment!"

The holy flame of light entangled the body of the heretics, producing a stronger effect than ordinary flames burning their bodies, and the scene immediately resounded with mournful wailing.

Almost all of them couldn't bear the severe pain, and lost their combat power in an instant, struggling, screaming, and rolling on the ground...

The so-called Misery Cultists, when it was their turn to bear the pain, behaved so unsightly.

"court death!"

Before the Holy Flame burned his body, the leader of the Patriotic Cultists manipulated the thorns to wrap himself around himself and turned it into armor, barely resisting the burning of the Holy Flame.

However, even so, he also felt that his thorns would soon be unable to support him.

So he didn't hesitate, and directly launched his strongest attack.

In an instant, a large amount of his vitality was extracted by the thorns and turned into the "nutrient" of the thorns.

With sufficient "nutrients", the thorns instantly swelled up, turning into a terrifying giant python, swaying the surrounding holy flames, even breaking a solid stone pillar, and throwing it towards Lunier.

Not only that, but some thin strips of his thorns spread out and pierced into the bodies of other Passionists, not only absorbing their pain, but also absorbing all their vitality. In an instant, the several thorns on the back of the leader of the Passionists continued to expand at the same time , turned into several thick giant pythons and attacked Lu Nier.

No dodging, no blocking...

Just waved his hand.

The huge half-moon-shaped light blade bursting out from the tip of his palm was like a hot knife cutting butter. It easily cut the thorns that were terrifying like giant pythons into several sections, and then continued unabated, cutting the head of the leader of the Patriotic Cultists. Down.

Then Lu Nier came to the girl's side, stretched out his palm that had turned into light, and caressed her little head.

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"I am an apostle of light."

"What are you doing……"

The girl began to feel that something was wrong with her body, and her whole body was so comfortable, so comfortable that it was hard to describe.

Her mind relaxed, and she seemed to see a pure white figure in front of her, who obviously had no vision.

wrong……

She... really saw it!

The girl blinked, looking at the color in her eyes in disbelief, but after seeing the pure white man in front of her, her heart instantly settled down.

"Are you a god?"

The girl felt that only God would heal her, only God would make her feel so at ease, and only God would save her.

"I'm not." Lu Nier said softly, "I have one thing, I hope you can help me, I want you to inherit my mission and pass on the belief of light to others."

"I would do anything for you, but I'm useless... I don't know if I can..."

The girl felt terrified, she could bear the sword, the pain of suffocation, and the flames, but at this moment she began to feel uneasy.

"It's okay, you are my chosen one."

"Chosen by you..." The girl was startled, then gradually calmed down, "Please tell me what to do."

"Please close your eyes."

The girl closed her eyes obediently.

Lu Nier lightly tapped her forehead with his right hand, the light on his body began to fade, and at the same time the girl's body shimmered.

Knowledge, experience, strength...

In a wonderful way, it was transmitted to the girl by Lu Nier.

The girl comprehended any information Lu Nier gave her at an extremely fast speed, and gradually understood the meaning of "light" and what she had to do.

At the same time, she also had some understanding of the "God" in front of her.

When the light on Lu Nier's body dimmed to the extreme, so that his true face was revealed, the transmission ended.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face unconsciously, the sadness and pain in her heart could not be restrained, she sobbed loudly, and stretched out her hands to tightly grasp Lu Nier's hands.

"You..." The girl choked up, engraving the face in front of her deepest in her heart, "You are not a god..."

She knew from the inheritance given to her by Lu Nier that Lu Nier used the [Martyr of Light], and now he is dying, and he is about to disappear completely in this world.

"Yes, I am not."

Lu Nier responded with a smile, then took off the priestly clothes on his body, and handed the two things to the girl together with the [Fear Strange Book] that absorbed the energy of fear and gave birth to monsters.

"I should go, I will leave it to you later."

After speaking, Lu Nier turned around and wanted to leave, but his hands were held tightly by the girl.

"I will never forget your... Absolutely! Absolutely!"

"Ah."

The girl trembled and let go of her hand, the broken wings of light behind Lu Nier stretched out, and the whole person lifted off the ground and flew to an unknown distance.

The girl couldn't bear the pain in her heart as if it was torn apart anymore, hugging the priestly uniform, she burst into tears.