MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing-Chapter 76 The third step of action is to donate!

 Chapter 76 The third step of action is to make a donation!

　　Dusk.

The setting sun pours over thousands of mountains.

The Tantric Cult of Pain has several back hills, which are not far from the dormitory building. If you walk quickly, you can get there in a minute or two.

Although it is within the jurisdiction of the Esoteric Cult, no believers come usually.

It was late autumn at this time, and the mountain road was thickly covered with birch leaves. The dusk was slowly falling, and the tones of dusk gradually turned dark. The jungle was eerily quiet.

  The soldier captain of the fourth team, Fadili walked quietly in the silent jungle, his footsteps stepping on the dead leaves, making a crisp sound.

 He must be careful.

At the same time, the actions must also be quick.

Have to solve personal problems before the end of free activities.

 Having endured it for several days, he really couldn't hold on any longer.

At this moment, Falidi was still immersed in the joy of release. He narrowed his eyes slightly and was humming something.

Fadili found a secluded hillside with a thick layer of dead leaves underneath. This geomantic treasure was the most suitable for handling private affairs. The soldier's eyes lit up, and he covered the hillside with light steps. Squat down.

Faridi could no longer hold back. He had been enduring it since class in the afternoon, and his mind was completely filled with desire. This primitive impulse gradually wore away his willpower and judgment.

It is the trio who are the pacesetters of civilization.

 Terror can bring pain.

　　‘Who is attacking me?’

The black shadow headed by him whispered "do it".

Looking at the back of the Pharisee,

This moment is also the moment when a man’s nerves are most relaxed.

Fadili has always believed that the so-called pain is created by the reputation of terror. In the past few years, he has committed all kinds of murders, including the torture and murder of children and women, all in order to create his terrifying image.

Fadili did not bring any entourage. There was no need to bring any entourage to deal with such private matters.

Ansu always felt that the style of his painting was getting more and more distorted. In the original work, this guy was regarded as the glorious son.

But Ansu doesn’t think the problem is too big. As long as he becomes the holy pope of the Glorious Holy See and recognizes Arthur as his godson, to a certain extent, he can also be regarded as the holy son of the Glorious Holy See.

The three black figures lowered their breathing and the sound of their heart beating to a minimum. Arthur even used a newly learned group aura to shield the war ashes; [Shadow of Death]

Another figure emerged from the right, it was Liszt. He blocked the mouth of Farley's flute with a piece of white and yellowish cloth. The latter only felt a burst of upper odor rushing into his brain and straight into his soul.

his consciousness gradually became blurred, and as Arthur hit him with another powerful stroke of the stick, he could no longer resist.

I saw a figure coming out from the left, it was Arthur Sonny. He was holding a metal staff in his hand, and he hit the heavenly cap of the Farid flute with such force and force that even the air was cut with a whistling sound. ;

Farley's flute made a muffled sound, and he felt his head spinning. However, he was still a soldier captain and did not faint on the spot. He was about to shout,

 This is also thanks to the stealth assassination skills learned from the legion commander,

 At this moment, it is a practical class.

If someone looks at him, it will affect his image as a soldier commander.

 He is not an idiot like Assyria. Fadili is well prepared, at least he has brought tissues.

 So, at this moment, Falidi did not notice that there were three strange black figures slowly approaching him.

 The setting sun has completely sunk into the tomb of the mountains.

  No matter how powerful and evil the esoteric cultist is, at this moment, he is as pure and fragile as a baby.

Before his consciousness completely faded away, he stared at the attackers with unblinking eyes. Under the cold moonlight, there were three people standing impressively.

Henchman of Pain, Falcon of Pain, Hound of Pain

They are even staring at themselves and grinning!

　　　Where the **** did you come from!

He actually attacked someone while they were using the toilet!

Faridi has never been so scared. He is still naked, but he is surrounded by three men.

 The cold night wind blew by, and it had never been so cold; he just felt like a child shivering in the cold wind. He moved back a few inches, his eyes full of fear, and his mouth could only utter a few words vaguely, "You, no, come here. You, who are you?"

“Sir, we are a civilized pacesetter team.”

Ansu was polite, and he showed a clean smile to Farid, "We must correct all uncivilized behaviors."

 Is it civilized to hit someone with a staff?

Fali Di roared in his heart, but saw Ansu kick him in the head.

 He felt a sweetness in his throat, a breath of hot breath rising up, and he passed out completely.

Looking at the Farley flute that fell to the ground, Arthur put his staff into its sheath quite solemnly and hummed softly, his handsome face full of solemnity, "What a sacred duel."

 He felt that he was becoming more and more like a paladin.

All ancestors of the sun must be proud of him.

"The first prey today." Liszt pushed up his glasses, "Brother Ansu, is it okay for you to come here? Don't you need to guard the bathroom?"

“Just give the order, I don’t need to be there all the time.”

Ansu wiped the blood on his boots with a paper towel, "I'm here for more important things, which I have to deal with alone."

 “What?” Liszt asked.

 “Dispose of the traces of the corpse.” Ansu replied, “Everyone who often kills people knows that it is easier to kill than to deal with it.”

Liszt showed a surprised expression.

 Indeed, if something goes wrong when handling traces, it will be exposed sooner or later.

 But whoever is responsible for disposing of the body bears the greatest risk of exposure.

 And Ansu was actually willing to take on this responsibility.

Liszt looked at the man in front of him with admiration. He was indeed a good teammate that Liszt admired. Not only could he come up with such an elegant and great strategy, he even had the team spirit of self-sacrifice.

 He decided to follow Ansu from now on.

As long as you follow him, you will definitely be able to further improve your noble ways.

 “Anyway, let’s go hunting separately from now on.”

Ansu could probably guess what Liszt was thinking, and he said in a friendly manner, "Just knock the person unconscious, and then leave it to me, and I will take care of the rest."

 “No need to dirty everyone’s hands.”

 “Okay!” Liszt and Arthur nodded in unison.

 After these two things were packed away, Ansu turned to look at Fali Flute, who was only half breathing.

“Okay, let’s start the third step of the ‘Civilized Pacesetter’ plan.”

 Ansu took off the backpack on his shoulders and thought to himself.

 The third step of the Civilization Pacesetter Plan!

 Donate directly!

He had already prepared the materials for the altar.

 In the cadre school for studying esoteric Buddhism, there are all kinds of materials.

 Skulls, human skins, etc. are the most common things in schools—they are given to students casually.

 The cold moonlight was shining, and Ansu had a smile on his lips.

 Handout!

　What kind of pain cultists, what kind of radiance cultists?

 Ansu has been the most devout believer of the Mother Goddess of Life since ancient times.

  It can perfectly dispose of corpses and reap benefits at the same time.

 Today is another win-win day for Ansu!

 (End of this chapter)