"Thank you! Thank you for giving me this opportunity!"
"Good! Good! I never thought I would have the chance to kill these dogs!"
The old man was frightened.
The two young men were stunned, but they weren't resisting. Instead, they were ecstatic and couldn't believe it!
They clearly remembered all the humiliation and pain they had suffered on this journey!
In fact...
They had almost given up hope, doubting they would survive and make it out of the adventurer group.
Now, the kind and great lord had spared their lives and even gave them the chance to take revenge themselves. It was a double favor, and they could never repay it!
The two young men, being understanding, were the first to approach the warrior adventurer who had wet his pants.
It was he who had disgusted the lord, making him unwilling to take action personally.
Before the two youths had even come close, the adventurer began to scream hysterically, "Wait, no... Don't come over! Let me go! I have money, I can give you lots of money."
"You lowly peasant, don't come near! I will kill you! I will kill you!"
He could only scream in powerless rage, his voice filled with fear and despair. His body twisted violently in the restraints, his face contorted in horror, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The dignity of a noble was nowhere to be found, reduced to a pathetic creature struggling on the edge of death.
"This is just like the pigs we slaughtered back in the village, isn't it?"
One of the young men couldn't help but comment.
"There's really no difference." The other observed carefully.
"No, you can't do this! Do you know, according to the law, insulting a noble like this is a capital offense! You..." The warrior adventurer continued his futile rant.
In the end, the two young men dragged him towards the magic circle like they were dragging a dead dog, each grabbing one side.
The rough ground scraped his face, instantly cutting him open and leaving his face covered in blood.
The pain made him regain some calm. No longer screaming arrogantly, he began to beg, "Spare me, please, spare me! No, please!"
It was unclear whether he was begging the two young men or pleading with Sivis.
Unfortunately, remembering the humiliation he had endured earlier, the two young men only had looks of satisfaction on their faces.
Sivis watched all of this coldly.
With a violent tremor, the dark green flames ignited once again.
Another adventurer was turned into a soul point.
Sivis smiled in satisfaction.
But to Johnny and Zemur, this expression seemed like that of a demon from the abyss. In extreme fear, the two of them slightly opened their mouths, producing a dry, hoarse sound.
They couldn't even speak a full sentence!
Fear had made their bodies stiff, their minds blank.
What terrified Johnny and Zemur even more was that they saw the two young men's eyes filled with intense fanaticism. After sacrificing one adventurer, their gaze quickly shifted toward the two of them.
Their gaze seemed to be longing for something.
Even the old man, who had been acting so timid earlier, now stood up...
The two adventurers couldn't help but feel a sense of fear!
They even sensed an inexplicable aura of impending doom, as if it were lurking in some corner nearby!
This was not a mere illusion for Johnny and Zemur.
In the woods not far away, a group of peasants, armed with farming tools, were silently watching everything unfold. In their eyes, there was a burning, intense fire.
These peasants merely watched the adventurers' misery from a distance, as well as the flames ignited by the magical array released by the lord. They observed the nobility, those who normally held extraordinary power and stood high above, revealing their various disgraceful acts.
The peasants no longer doubted the actions of the lord of this monster-ridden territory. They no longer thought there was any conspiracy in Sivis's actions.
On the contrary, their breaths were rapid, their chests heaving as they became extremely excited.
They fixed their eyes on the two young men, their gaze filled with desire, as if they wished they could step forward and participate in this feast of vengeance!
...
As another wave of dark green flames slowly burned out, the third adventurer was completely sacrificed.
Sivis stretched lazily, then began walking toward Johnny and Zemur.
He looked at Johnny with some anticipation. The captain's strength had far exceeded Sivis's initial expectations, meaning the number of soul points he could refine would increase significantly.
Johnny's expression slowly began to calm down.
Unlike the other nobles, Johnny had experienced plenty of adventures and battles, so his mental fortitude was much stronger.
Johnny managed a bitter smile. "Sivis, you won't live long. I'll be waiting for you in hell."
Sivis's expression remained unchanged as he grabbed Johnny by the collar.
The captain of the adventuring party spat blood from the corner of his mouth. "Do you think you're doing the right thing? The True God demands order. Only order can bring expansion and the spread of faith."
"Whatever your intentions are, by disrupting the current order, you are making an enemy of the gods. One day, the gods will be enraged!"
"This entire situation, everything you're doing, is something that your tiny territory will never be able to bear. Prepare for death!"
"I will definitely see you in hell! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Sivis remained unmoved, coldly throwing Johnny toward the sacrificial array.
Johnny's words meant nothing to him.
Sivis was an Evil God!
He was already despised and attacked by the church and the gods.
However, perhaps Johnny's gear was too heavy, and as a mage, Sivis misjudged the throw.
Johnny crashed heavily to the ground.
He grinned, but before he could finish his words, he managed to say, "With your level of power, you think you can..."
"Die! Die now!" One of the three attendants, the old man, had lost all sense of restraint and rushed toward Johnny, grabbing him and dragging him toward the magical array.
He was even more frantic than the two young men, and as he dragged Johnny, he didn't even try to avoid stepping into the array himself. "You... you're crazy!" Johnny cried out in pain.
The old man's eyes were bloodshot: "It's bad enough that you beat me, tortured me, but you almost killed my son! You nearly destroyed my bloodline! You nearly made me extinct! Die! Die!"
With those words, he forcefully dragged Johnny into the sacrificial array, watching as the dark green flames rose.
A great sense of satisfaction lit up in the old man's eyes. He collapsed to the ground, even as the flames began to consume him.
However...
Corpse Resurrection was a spell controlled by Sivis, one that only worked on targets he chose. The flames only obscured the old man and did not actually harm him.
"Father!"
"Dad!!"
The two young men rushed forward in a panic, desperately pulling the old man out.
The next moment, a raging fire erupted. Johnny no longer held the defiant posture he once had. He was now screaming and wailing in agony.
Seeing this, Sivis gave a cold glance before walking toward the last person—Zemur.
"Wait, Sivis, I... I haven't done anything wrong, right? If you let me go, I can serve your territory. The divine magic of the True God and Evil God are compatible. My healing magic and magic to remove abnormal statuses can be used on monsters."
Zemur pleaded desperately. "And my body, my body can be yours..."
She struggled, still bound by ropes, but Zemur was indeed somewhat attractive. At that moment, she put on a helpless, pitiful expression, which made her appear even more alluring.
Sivis paused in his movements.
Was this working?
Zemur felt a moment of relief.
As expected, no matter how grand Sivis acted, he was still a man, and he would still be tempted by me...
"Did you not do anything wrong?" Sivis's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "You encouraged Mansur and the others to drive the peasants away. They killed those people just to impress you, and you think that has nothing to do with you?"
Zemur's smile instantly froze.
But the next moment, a glimmer of hope rose in her eyes.
Sivis shook his head. "But... you're so beautiful, I really can't bring myself to do it."
He said this deliberately.
For some reason, Zemur irritated Sivis. She reminded him of a past life, a green tea senior who used her pretty face to manipulate people and take advantage of others at every turn.
He waved his hand dismissively. "This woman can be dealt with by you two."
Zemur's expression changed instantly—first joy, then fear, and finally... a glimmer of confidence.
What she saw in their eyes was pure expectation and desire.
Could it be... they're interested in my beauty?
It's fine. As long as it lets me survive...
I'll do anything!