our family is gone

Chapter 121 The Concession of Justice

If it is discovered by the church, the church will cause massacres on this land, and whether it is a cultist or not, it will become a nutrient for the growth of the ancestors.

Moreover, these are just ordinary believers who developed randomly, and they die as soon as they die. The church cannot dig out online under the one-way connection, and there is no threat to the core of the organization at all.

If it is not discovered, it will gradually erode or even control the entire gathering place, and then develop rapidly by virtue of this.

Cruel elimination system, only those who survived are eligible to truly join the Ascension Sect.

Use the power of the church to create killings and strengthen itself, and also take the opportunity to screen out qualified and capable believers to strengthen the cult itself.

What an empty-handed white wolf, eating two fish for one.

It can only be said that he really deserves to be the ancestor, a win-win win twice.

There is a price for doing this, and that is the most ordinary believers, but the ancestors don't care.

The thoughts of cultists are very different from those of normal people. If it wasn't for Disma's words, he would really be led into the ditch.

According to this logic, cults are probably already blooming everywhere in this land, and just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Is it really necessary to start the plan to regain the territory in advance...

The atmosphere on the field has gradually become dignified since Lance fell into thinking, because everyone unconsciously agrees that he is the one who controls the situation.

Even more so for the sheriff, the man in front of him will decide his life.

And at this moment, a series of sudden knocks on the door made everyone on the field subconsciously look over.

Lance's thinking was also interrupted, but he instantly realized that it was those who came to participate in the ceremony, and immediately glanced at Disma.

Of course he understood what the lord meant, so he put on his hood and walked over quickly.

The door was opened, and Disma directly dragged the person in, and closed the door behind his back.

The cultist didn't know what was going on until he saw the corpses all over the ground and a few people who were still standing.

"Hey!" The cultist gasped, turned around and wanted to run away, but the blood-stained dagger was already on his neck.

"My lord." Disma asked for instructions, obviously asking if he wanted to kill this guy.

Lance didn't speak, but raised his hand and waved it. It was self-evident what he meant.

These people were useless when he occupied the place.

But the sheriff stopped him when he saw this.

"Wait! They just joined in, maybe they can still be saved."

"These people all participated in the sacrifice of those six innocent people, and they were all murderers." Lance shook his head slowly while speaking, "Compassion is a beautiful virtue, but sympathy for them is the greatest thing for victims. harm."

"Then they need to be sent to trial, and the gallows for those six lives can comfort the families of the victims, rather than lynching here."

"You guess the church knows that there are cultists here, and so many people are involved, how many people can survive in the whole town when the trial war is launched?"

Lance responded directly with one sentence, and at the same time signaled Disma to do something with his eyes. He had no time to waste on these people.

Although Disma admired this conscientious magistrate, the lord was right, giving these guys mercy is the greatest harm to the victims.

The cultist realized his fate and wanted to beg for mercy, but the sword didn't understand and cut the blood vessels in his throat.

The magistrate watched the man fall, and the feeling in his heart was unspeakable.

The justice and rule of law that I believe in are completely trampled on today.

The boss betrayed the law and degenerated into a cultist. Should he choose to make everything public and use everyone's life as his badge, or hide the truth...

Lance ignored his entanglement and turned to look at the sheriff.

"How many other people in the town have joined the cult?"

"A total of 22." The sheriff began to cry as he spoke, "It's really none of my business. They were developed by him. I just provide a little convenience and have nothing to do with them."

"Almost all the members of the security team were pulled over by you. What are you criticizing me here?"

Among these cultists, they could see the police badge below when they lifted their black robes. If it wasn't for this guy who took the lead, how could he pull out so many people in a serious religious atmosphere.

That missionary doesn't have this ability, and he is definitely the one who really chooses and develops believers.

There are twenty of them on the field now, and there are still two who haven't come. Lance didn't want to waste time waiting, so he ordered immediately.

"Dismal took him to that woman's house first, and I'll go over here after I've dealt with it."

This person was a bit stubborn, and Lance was still unwilling to show his abilities in front of him, so he simply transferred him.

The magistrate did not refuse, he picked up the girl and left here. To some extent, he acquiesced to Lance's actions by doing so.

Sometimes justice also has to give way to reality~
"I know you know more than that, tell me the real situation now." Lance stopped pretending immediately after he left.

"I said it all, really!"

"Who do you think I am? Why did I find you specifically?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Lance's face, which put a lot of pressure on the sheriff.

That's right, these guys don't behave like the people of the Church's Inquisition at all, so who could it be?

As for guessing?He is just a little sheriff, how can he know more things.

"Who are you?"

"Hmph! When is it your turn to ask me?" Lance snorted coldly, the expression on his face froze instantly, the coercion seemed to be condensed into substance, and the sheriff's legs softened in fright.

"No~ I just..." The sheriff felt a little incoherent.

"Let's talk, you are more valuable only if you know more. If I can do business, you can survive."

Lance put on a haughty posture, and he pulled out a high-level person from somewhere, which was really unpredictable.

What's more, such a illusory identity made the police chief feel as if he was grasping at straws, and his psychological defense line suddenly fell.

Usually, no matter the empire or the church, when encountering a cult, they will attack it tacitly, so he also knows that he is likely to die.

The difference is whether to go to the gallows or to burn at the stake.

But the mysterious person in front of him took the initiative to help cover up just now, maybe he really has a chance to survive.

After figuring it out, the sheriff no longer hesitated, and immediately told more details.

"A real sacrificial ceremony..."

From what he said, Lance had also heard more detailed sacrificial rituals. He was not as ignorant as he said before, on the contrary, he had always been in charge of everything.

From choosing sacrifices to enjoying the fruits.

And the frightening thing about this ritual is not as simple as killing it directly, it is torturing a person alive to death, and then using his flesh and blood to refine several materials.

For example, this weird [Blood Candle] glowing red...

(End of this chapter)