Plural Apostles

As his eyes darkened, Siegfried re-entered the dream world in the stigmata in the form of self-consciousness. This time, he did not possess a character in a dream, but appeared in his own image. I felt a burst of horror, as if the world was full of malice.

On the platform, a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old was tied to a wooden stake, and a group of fanatical fools shouted under the platform, and the God Lord made a generous statement, and then everyone knelt toward the platform, except for one person.

Little Yae Sakura, she was on the platform, standing next to the wooden stake, and slowly pulled out the clear and bright tachi.

Chapter 68 I'm so sorry

"O merciful god, your devout people offer you the most sincere sacrifices!"

The Lord of God knelt down on the ground and recited the confession at the time of the sacrifice, and every time he recited a sentence, the villagers of Yazhong Village, who were kneeling on the ground behind him, recited a sentence in unison, regardless of men, women and children.

Fanatical and devout people.

Crazy and solemn sacrifice.

Plus a shivering teenage girl tied to a stake.

This is placed on the scene of a modern cult ritual.

God Lord shouted: "Dedicate the pure girl to the respected you!"

The villagers repeated: "Dedicate a pure girl to you who respect you!"

"May you give me your favor, and protect my Yazhong Village with good weather and good harvest every year!"

"May you give me your favor, and protect my Yazhong Village with good weather and good harvest every year!"

Hundreds of villagers recited prayers under the stage. The girl on the stage as a sacrifice was tied to a wooden stake, her body was trembling, her eyes were full of confusion, piety, confusion and a ray of fear that could not be concealed, especially when she saw the beside her. When holding Sakura Fubuki in his hand, the expressionless little Yae Sakura.

A teenage girl, even if she is equally ignorant, also accepts the belief in the gods, even if she believes in it, but the fear of death in life is unavoidable no matter what.

And in the face of the greatest fear in the world, fanaticism, ignorance, belief... There is no will from the bottom of the heart, no thought that surpasses the fear of death, and seemingly indestructible things often begin to shake and collapse.

The girl who was about to be sacrificed as a living sacrifice looked confused and her eyes were full of sway. She struggled subconsciously. However, the rich sacrifice experience in the past made the villagers tie the rope so tightly that an ordinary girl in the district could not break free at all. .

The shaky and confused look on the girl's face became more and more serious. She looked at the villagers who were praying and singing, and an uncontrollable feeling of fear emerged in her heart. She turned her head stiffly, and looked at the little Yae who was holding Sakurabukixue with one hand in confusion. Sakura, subconsciously asked in a respectful tone: "Miko... Miko-sama, can I really see the gods?"

Most of the so-called living sacrifices are under the slogan of sending so-and-so to the gods to serve the gods. Some people also believe that burning themselves to death can immortalize them, but they don’t know how to cry in the flames and face the fear of death. How is the inner workings of...

And now is an obvious example. If she really believes in gods and is extremely pious, then the girl will not ask this sentence, because it means that the faith in her heart has begun to shake.

Little Yae Sakura held Sakura Fukiyue in her right hand. Due to her height, half of the blade was dragged on the ground. She was expressionless, her blue-blue eyes looked at the somewhat frightened sacrifice, and replied calmly: " Ah, you can definitely see the gods."

"Really..." The girl obviously didn't believe this sentence, or she already had the answer in her heart, and questioning this matter just made the answer in her heart more obvious.

"Yeah, you can definitely see it." Little Yae Sakura lowered her eyes, and her pink bangs drooped down to cover a small part of her face, which made what she said not so much a relief, but an alternative ultimatum.

Just like the gang boss stretched his hand into his arms, ready to take out illegally controlled things, and said indifferently "you know too much"...

The girl became more and more panicked, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Now……"

After praying, the God Lord took off the fox mask from his waist and put it on his face. He still knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "The sacrifice begins!"

The villagers put on the fox masks around their waists one by one. The only ones on the field who did not wear masks were the little Yae Sakura on the stage and the girl as a sacrifice. On the girl’s neck, there was a crimson scarf. Gouyu.

Obviously, these are part of the ritual.

Hearing the words "the sacrifice begins", the girl who was the sacrifice shuddered, and the little Yae Sakura next to her walked around to the girl and slowly lifted the clear and bright Sakura Fubuki, her face expressionless and her eyes dimmed. .

Just as Little Yae Sakura was about to slash down with her sword, the girl suddenly roared in a hoarse voice.

"Wait...wait a minute!" The sacrifice struggled, and the fear of death came as Sakura Fubuki lifted up like a tidal wave, completely destroying the so-called faith and piety, "I...I don't want to be a sacrifice! I don't want it!!"

The little Yae Sakura, who was about to wave Sakura Fukixue, gave a slight pause, and for the first time, her expressionless face showed an expression of pity, sympathy, hatred, hesitation, hesitation... It was extremely complicated.

Tears and snot made the delicate and young face a mess, the rising fear destroyed the reason like the once crazy faith, the sacrifice roared hoarsely: "I don't want to die... don't... I won't be a sacrifice... Quick, quick. Release me! Miko-sama, God-lord... Release me!"

What responded to her was a dead silence. The villagers and the gods wore masks and lowered their heads as if they were praying silently. Little Yae Sakura held up her knife and did not answer.

"Father, father...Mother! Save me! I don't want to die...I don't want to be a sacrifice!" The girl struggled hard, and her body under the rough clothes was strangled with bloodstains by the rope, but all she could do was powerlessness While struggling, he asked his loved ones for help.

However, all the villagers bowed their heads and prayed sincerely, and no one responded to the girl's cry for help, including her parents.

Just like pigs that are tied up and waiting to be slaughtered, people onlookers talk about it normally, waiting for each other to be slaughtered and get fresh pork from each other.

"Woohoo ... help ... I don't want to be a sacrifice ... I don't want to ..." The girl sobbing whispered, her body was full of blood bruised by the rope, a girl's physical strength is always limited, she is always limited, she is always limited. She is always limited. She is always limited. She is always limited. At this time, I could only cry weakly, begging with tears on my face, "Master Miko...let me go, okay? I don't want to be a sacrifice... woo woo..."

Little Yae Sakura's body trembled slightly, angry?Can't bear it?The blue-blue eyes stared at the girl, weak, as if the words were squeezed out of his throat, full of coldness: "It's really... bad, Rin didn't cry at the beginning, and you didn't come to ask everyone to let go of Rin."

"Woooooo... Miko-sama, let me go, I don't want to be a sacrifice, don't... woo woo..."

Obviously, the girl who had been completely driven to the point of madness by the fear of death didn't understand or didn't hear what Little Yae Sakura said at all, she just struggled weakly and begged.

The little hand holding Sakura Chuixue tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, little Yae Sakura fell into hesitation, her blue eyes were full of complexity that did not match her age, hate?Why not hate!kill?Own……

"Witch." The God Lord kneeling below said slowly, with a calm tone, "Don't miss the time for the sacrifice, hurry up and offer sacrifices to the gods, it will be bad if the gods are angry."

"This is your responsibility."

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the hesitant little Yae Sakura calmed down and replied lightly, "Okay."

What qualifications does she have to hesitate and resist?Dedicated to the gods... no one can resist, including myself.

This is the role of the witch.

"Ahhhhh!" The girl's eyes reflected the falling blade, completely lost her ability to speak, and could only let out a scream before dying.