The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 288 - 210: Venerable An Su: Isn’t It Good to Be Sacrificed?_2

"The first cut, severs all evil."

The judgment of the wicked began then, as the blade of Holy Light fell equally from above the heads of all within the Sea Church.

Yet the invisible blade fell from within their own hearts, whether they were Esoteric geniuses or Saints of Life, each felt a chill at the scalp, their hands reached instinctively for their necks only to find their heads were still in place, a momentary sigh of relief was let out, then as they touched their heads, they realized they had rejoiced too soon.

Merlin’s was a Magic of Scalping, while An Su’s was a Magic of Hair Loss.

The Esoteric genius of the thirty-fourth order, ten Saints of Life, even Bishop Bram himself, all discovered in horror that their stylish and fashionable hairdos had all vanished!

They were all bald!

What vanished along with their hair was not only physical but internal—desires within their hearts, the will to resist judgment, was also greatly diminished by this cut.

They suddenly felt a sense of internal confusion, the universe vast and profound, the worldly life so long and uncertain, they did not know where to go from here. Confusion shook their hearts, and at the same time, the third judgment of the radiant light arrived.

At their most relaxed willpower, the strange and unsettling knowledge from Otherworld pierced directly into their minds!

[Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form...]

An Su, that rascal, began chanting scriptures directly in their minds!

Fantasy rose and fell, the cosmos shattered and was reborn, they were appalled to discover they had lost worldly desires, nearly everyone failed to endure this rational judgment, their souls screamed in madness, their wills sank into the illusions, they fell to their knees, able to hear the inner transformation.

This combination of Magic was outrageous... Bishop Bram had never considered such a combination was possible, and although his half-god soul endured this judgment, his mind still suffered considerable damage.

As for the other believers, one could only imagine.

Bishop Bram cast a glance around, nearly half of the believers had fallen to their knees, most still struggling, but a small portion of those with weaker wills had simply sat down, no longer trying to flee, wearing peaceful smiles as they let the transformation of their souls overtake them, as if they were in the pure land of Heaven.

These two sets of Magic combined could wield such a heavenly effect.

Bram felt this brainwashing ability far surpassed the methods of the Esoteric Religion.

He began to ponder the intentions of Xianzong, with such powerful methods, capable of consuming the body of God of Law Merlin, why not simply kill these Esoteric believers outright.

But instead, leave them here unable to move, or even use such trouble-ridden and Mana-consuming Magic combinations to alienate their souls from their bodies with radiation.

Bram suddenly realized something, his hair standing on end in fear. He remembered a woman standing beside Xianzong earlier, a woman with a unique presence, remarkably beautiful, and familiar...

It was only now that Bram remembered those distinctively azure pupils, seen in the portraits of the Church Nation; they were unmistakably those of the Azure Sorceress, the Holy Maiden of Life from thirty thousand years ago within the Life Ecclesia, who had now betrayed life to become Xianzong’s subordinate!

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What she was doing now—

The answer was self-evident.

The Life Ecclesia was best at sacrifices.

Bram looked around suddenly and his pupils dilated, seeing atop the stairs to Heaven, the billowing grey-white flames—these were the fires of sacrifice, and at the same time, the ritual platform that had long been carved beneath their feet was also being lit up bit by bit.

The flames kept spreading, enveloping layers upon layers of quicksilver traces flowing through the thousands of steps, forming repeated circles of the wheels; these quicksilver wheels overlapped to create a complex and colossal Sacrificial Magic Circle.

Bram was all too familiar with this, it was the Saints Sacrifice Circle of their Life Ecclesia, only with many new Magic Power circuits added, even as a Bishop, Bram had never seen them before.

Xianzong had laid these Sacrifice Arrays long ago, his ultimate goal was to sacrifice them!

Who truly was the Bishop of Life!

It was supposed to be the Chaotic Demigod, but he was using the methods of the Life Ecclesia, the ways of these Minotaurs, indeed chaotic enough!

It was nothing short of turning the heavens upside down!

Normally at a mid to high level, it wasn’t easy to complete a sacrifice.

High-Rank believers of the Esoteric Religion with clear minds, even when on the altar, would not be sacrificed, but unfortunately, many had already lost their reason, and a few believers had even given up resisting, their souls basked in the glow of the radiation growing even more fragrant, willingly becoming the offering.

An Su, after numerous experiments, had discovered this path to culinary sanctity; it turned out that bathing them in radiation before the sacrifice made them taste more fragrant, and the effects of the sacrifice were better.

That’s why he irradiated all the Esoteric believers ahead of time.

But some Esoteric believers were waking up, especially the Saints, realizing that if they continued to fall, they would be sacrificed by Xianzong, they bit their tongues, using the pain to awaken their muddled wills and continue forward.

They were always the ones sacrificing others; it was unheard of for them to be sacrificed.

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[Demigod’s Existence Duration: Three Minutes]

And it was at that moment,

The Angel’s second cut arrived.

Guardian Angels are the most kind-hearted and pure creatures on earth, witnessing the painful struggle of all beings, they also can’t help but shed tears, desiring to help them escape the sufferings of the mortal world and to enjoy eternal happiness, to enlighten these lost souls.

"The second cut, may cultivate all that is good."

A new cut swept across their smooth scalps, striking directly at the center of their attachment, once again rendering many things meaningless. What was the significance of their lifelong struggles? They had sacrificed so many people, but what would they ultimately gain?