Mage Manual Chapter 209 - 209 183 Sacrifice All Heretics

Chapter 209: Chapter 183: Sacrifice All Heretics! Chapter 209: Chapter 183: Sacrifice All Heretics! “You are just Ash Heath.”

How co this na sounds like a curse now?

Na: Ash Heath, Gender: Ash Heath, Cri: Ash Heath?

Ash, filthy and grimy, was tied up and lying on the ground, the pain in his back surged like a tide, so painful he could only whimper, having no energy to refute the words of Eternal Damnation.

The necromancer next to him said sympathetically, “So it was true when you said you were frad before, Ash. I thought it was just one of your cold jokes, back then I even thought the leader of the Four Pillars God Sect had a sense of humor.”

“I think he’s just stupid,” Igula coldly remarked, “You still can’t see the situation clearly at this point, your life is in their hands and yet you dare to bargain. Would a lumberjack fear a tree because the handle of his axe is made of wood?”

“All you can do is flatter and please, to make yourself another axe for them, yet you act like a cockroach trying to jump onto their face. It’s a miracle they didn’t squash you on the spot. Love it or leave it; they don’t lack for foreign laborers. Even children in the orphanage know to bow their heads and take the job at tis like these, only you would ask about salary and a labor contract…”

Harvey initially wanted to argue in defense of Ash, but noticing Ash just glared resentfully at Igula muttering curses only he could hear, Harvey prudently chose to keep quiet. Ash was injured and needed a distraction, Igula’s provocation perfectly inflad his emotions, making him forget his physical pain.

However, Harvey felt that Igula’s scolding was odd—if Ash had really acted on the words of Eternal Damnation, the ones screaming now would be him and Igula. Why was Igula taunting with a tone of frustrated expectations as if he wished Ash would survive by stepping over their corpses?

“Oooh… …”

“Let go of , Daddy, Mommy—”

“Oooh, oooooh, waah! I want Mommy, Mommy!”

The shrill and noisy voices of children filled the hall, Harvey and Igula both showed expressions of distaste. It wasn’t that they disliked the Divine Sect harming children, but they were annoyed by the noise of the children—Blood Moonians had very low tolerance for young annoyances.

After listening for a while, Igula suddenly asked in a low voice, “Why are they all calling for Daddy and Mommy, are they heroes here?”

Watching Igula and Harvey ask such a question like illiterates, Ash almost wanted to laugh.

Though it was also his first ti hearing the parental titles of this nation, from the tone alone Ash knew who they were calling for, as parental titles were those most common syllables.

“Yes, just by saying those words, Mommy and Daddy would sacrifice their lives for you.”

Harvey beca serious, “We aren’t from this nation, will Mommy and Daddy protect us too?”

Ash wanted to continue teasing them, but for so reason suddenly felt dispirited and did not answer. The crying children were brought around them, also bound by the Miracle Chains, their cries thunderous—so sobbing quietly, others bawling. Each one was a delicate young child, not as tall as a wheel, almost the sa size as Eternal Damnation on the Silver Throne.

“Do children have value as sacrifices…?” Igula quietly asked.

“Within the Four Pillars God Sect, children symbolize ‘purity.’ Only children, yet untouched by societal corruptions, can harbor pure evil, pure goodness, pure hatred, pure joy, like flawless gemstones,” Ash recalled Heath’s criminal record and his expression turned grim, “They are not the best sacrifices, but they are the easiest to find.”

“Hey, look at that girl,” Harvey suddenly said.

Ash looked over and saw a very cute, delicate girl with white hair, thinking that Harvey had beco sowhat normal, although still a bit creepy, but at least his focus was on soone alive.

However, he quickly understood Harvey’s point—the white-haired girl was too calm.

She wasn’t crying nor was she petrified; instead, she was calmly observing her surroundings. Noticing the gazes of the three villains, she blinked and instantly put on a pitiable and adorable expression, invoking a strong protective instinct in others, as if she was hoping for a hero to rescue her from danger.

“Drama queen,” Igula disdainfully provided the accurate assessnt, with both Harvey and Ash quite disappointed—they had thought that the little girl had so tricks up her sleeve given her composure, only to find out she was just acting cute.

During their conversation, the robed believers cleared a large space in the middle for them, and the suspended plate directly above them suddenly thundered, releasing four rivers of fla that spiraled around them, forming four concentric circles. The blazing Fire Ring isolated them from the outside world.

Ancient and strange hymns echoed in the underground hall:

“Billions of splendors, billions of incarnations, billions of possibilities…”

“ssenger of snow and wind, pure azure, suppressing the abnormal…”

“Eternal scorching heat, Eternal Life, forever adrift…”

“Fantastical freedom…”

“Let this sincere prayer be guided by the rciful and holy Four Pillars, humbly seeking their insightful judgent!”

After the believers finished praying, the eternally cute, naive voice slowly resounded: “The oracle’s indicated sacrifices have now been gathered.”

“In the na of Selena Bright, offer to the Gods of Four Pillars the sacrifices within the Fire Ring—three from the Exotic Realm, sixteen pure souls!”

It was over.

Igula sighed inwardly. He hadn’t expected to survive the prison escape, nor the pursuit from the Cri Hunting Hall, only to die in a sacrifice by the Four Pillars God Sect.

Rounding up, it was as if he had died by Ash’s hand.

If only I hadn’t hit on this newbie in the prison… If only I hadn’t seen him as prey…

Igula suddenly laughed, extinguishing the flicker of regret in his heart—compared to rotting in Shattered Lake Prison, he’d rather play his part in the grand Blood Moon Judgent and a glamorous prison escape, then die.

He owed thanks to Ash Heath, who had freed him from the dull prison life and set him on a dazzling trajectory toward death.

It was said that after evil people die, their souls must traverse the seven layers of Hell and endure endless tornt before finding rest in the Void Realm, with all the resentful souls hard by them eagerly awaiting this perfect chance for revenge, ready to repay the evil people tenfold, a hundredfold for the disasters they had caused.

Dear Cult Leader, with your impressive achievents, there must be many in Hell eager to play gas with you. But don’t worry, I’m a bad guy too, so I’ll join you in dealing with them.

Igula turned his head to look at Ash, but he saw no fear on the Cult Leader’s face. He seed to have so other reliance, trembling as he straightened his back, proudly lifting his head and loudly saying to the space above:

“In the na of Ash Heath, offer to the Gods of Four Pillars the sacrifices outside the Fire Ring—all the believers in the underground hall!”