Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Chapter 182 is a bit disgusting, but a feast.

The Moon Mother Goddess Cult's long-planned day of descent, a blood sacrifice ritual, is now running wild in a strange direction, like a donkey let loose.

The high priest had no idea that the ritual would actually bring something.

Isn't the legend of the Moon Mother Goddess a succession of priests passed down through generations?

She thought it was just a legend.

After all, the so-called Bible was compiled and supplemented by priests generation after generation; there was no real Mother Goddess of the Moon.

I've never seen it before.

All they relied on was the strange altar, the sarcophagus, and the bizarre patterns and runes in the sanctuary.

The purpose of establishing the Moon Mother Goddess Cult was merely to control the common people through religion and to provide human experimental subjects for researching and understanding the functions of the things in the sanctuary.

The ultimate goal is to fully control the functions of the sanctuary and thereby rise to power and become a force to be reckoned with.

They truly believed that the power contained within the Sanctuary would enable them to contend with the major powers and associations.

If understanding just a little bit of the research allows for such powerful modifications to humans, what would happen if we understood everything?

Then, within this territory under their control, we will establish a true all-female kingdom!

These things will be taught to Priest Samantha, who will become the new High Priestess in a few years and continue their "great" work.

According to the plan, this should be how it should be.

Now, the legend has become true!
A dazzling light erupted from the altar, and a figure appeared and disappeared within the light.

This is ridiculous.

The high priest's first reaction was that his ruling position and the continuation of the sect were seriously threatened.

These doctrines and such things are all made up by them. Who knows if this thing, which is not even sure if it is a true god, likes them or agrees with them?

If a sect built on fiction wants to make fiction real, then every difference between the fiction and the original must be considered serious blasphemy.

However, the high priest, being a local strongman for decades, calmed down after only a few seconds of panic.

Something felt wrong, very wrong. The figure was right there in the light screen, not moving or making a sound. It looked like a man, and his head was unusually large.

Its head was practically a perfect sphere, about the same width as its shoulders. On the front of the sphere was a painted-on expression: two curved eyes, a mouth with an arc, and no nose or ears.

What on earth is this?
Even demons don't look like this, do they?

It looks utterly absurd and... hilarious!

The high priest was so angry he almost laughed at himself for finding the thing so ridiculous.

She now realizes that this is not the descent of a true god, but rather something that has been planned for a long time.

Who would do such a thing?

The high priest thought about it for a moment and immediately identified a suspicious target.

Priestess Samantha!
Yes, it's her. She's performed so well during this time. Her grasp of the doctrine is so advanced and flexible. I originally thought Samantha had suddenly become enlightened, since she was the most clumsy priest before, which is why she was assigned to manage the derivation body in the middle of the night.

Samantha couldn't do jobs that required her to stand in front of the camera, use her brain, or rely on her words.

The high priest is now filled with remorse.

If only he had been more careful, he shouldn't have let Priest Samantha's outstanding performance go to his head.

She turned her head to look at Samantha to the side.

The priest, who had seemed so familiar, began to undergo a strange transformation.

Jia Xiu has dispelled the transformation spell.

The high priestess watched helplessly as the successor she had chosen gradually transformed into a man!
This was the most terrifying story for her.

Sure enough, no man is any good!

As a cult leader whose mind is indoctrinated with the doctrines of the Moon Mother Goddess, the High Priest's greatest skill is expanding individual actions onto a vast scale.

For example, the resentment towards Jia Xiu can be directly escalated to the idea that no man is a good person.

That would be considered "very logical".

The high priest glared at Jia Xiu with gritted teeth, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

If you don't look closely, it's fine, but once you look closely, you suddenly realize that the man's figure is so similar to the figure on the light screen.

Except for the head not being a huge, comical expression, the body shape is exactly the same.

That's him in the light screen!
Realizing this, the high priest felt his blood pressure spike; if he poked a hole in her finger now, the blood would probably spurt five meters away.

Humiliation, utter humiliation!

They not only disrupt their rituals, but also pretend to be gods during the rituals and use their own image as a deity.

Too bad!

The high priest, his blood boiling, used all his strength to try to shout orders to the believers to kill the heretics.

There were more than a dozen other people present who received blessings, while the other party only received one.

The advantage lies in her!

Get ready to be torn to shreds!

The high priest stared intently at Jia Xiu, as if he could already see him being killed by the crowd and torn to pieces.

No, we can't let him off so easily.

He must be placed in a stone coffin and never replaced, as an eternal sacrifice. His body must continue to suffer harm until it can no longer be released!

However, the idea is wonderful.

The high priest suddenly found that he could not make a sound, and his movements were becoming increasingly sluggish, to the point that he was almost unable to move.

It was like being drawn in by that beam of intense light.

Other believers, and even their derivatives, were similarly confined to their original positions.

This is actually an area-of-effect control spell?
Before the high priest could even be surprised, he felt a burning pain all over his body, as if he were on fire.

The source of the harm was also that beam of intense light.

There was still damage?

To her astonishment, the only person present besides Jia Xiu who was able to move appeared.

On the wooden stake binding the offerings, a person suddenly vanished, turning into a dwarf wearing a wizard's hat.

Was that a dwarf?

The high priest stared at Bubu, who had jumped down from the wooden stake, and for a moment couldn't figure out what it was.

Why can it move?
Bubu remained calm and took out its large scissors, maneuvering them to fly up and begin rescuing the offerings one by one.

Little Bubu has great abilities.

In order to be properly bound, it even first misled the cultists responsible for binding it, making them believe that it was bound.

In reality, the rope is also an illusion.

Bubu was clinging to the pillar.

Although the posture was a bit awkward, a knight who achieves great things doesn't concern himself with trifles; that's what the boss taught him.

As for why they can still move freely within the range of the Descent spell...

It can only be described as the beauty of numbers.

Bubu moved the rescued offerings one by one to a safe area.

The high priest is now completely panicked.

She couldn't find any hope of turning things around.

The situation was completely under the control of Jassiu and the strange little dwarf with him.

She could only stand there dumbfounded and take damage, and it was mixed damage at that. Within the area covered by this intense light, there wasn't just one type of damage!
They watched helplessly as the sacrificial offerings were rescued one by one.

But there was nothing she could do.

Generations of hard work are about to be destroyed in this one moment.

Just then, she suddenly felt as if she could move her body slightly. This sudden change filled the high priest with ecstatic joy.

It seems there's still a chance.

The man is about to collapse; his spell won't last that long.

Yes, that makes sense. How could such a large-scale spell be sustained for so long?

If he had the ability to maintain spells of this scale for an extended period, why would he go to such great lengths to impersonate Priest Samantha and infiltrate the cult?

The high priest clearly sensed that his range of motion was increasing.

It's estimated that this spell will become completely ineffective soon.

The counterattack will begin then.

An irrepressible smile appeared on her face.

He can barely speak now, "Fear, perhaps."

She said to Jia Xiu, "The duration is too short to kill me. Are you scared now?"

Despite speaking haltingly, the high priest still tried his best to threaten.

Despite the awkward situation, we can't lose face.

If the threat affects the other person's mindset, they will be able to maintain their spell focus for a shorter period of time.

But to the high priest's surprise, the threat seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

Jia Xiu remained calm, looking at her with a smile.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's hard not to laugh when you think about what's going to happen," Jia Xiu replied.

"what?"

There was no opportunity for the high priest to consider whether the statement was true or false.

Jia Xiu immediately began casting the spell.

A skilled spellcaster can cast another spell while maintaining focus on one spell.

An eerie green light appeared in Jaxiu's hand, and then on the high priest and the priest.

"What's this?"

"Basic Healing Spell".

"cure?"

The high priest was filled with doubt; every step this person took seemed so abnormal.

What is the purpose of using a basic healing spell in this situation?
Soon, the high priest found the answer in his body.

As a chilling green light enveloped her lower body, she suddenly felt a strong, foreign sensation.

This feeling of something foreign is somewhat strange, somewhat uncomfortable, and somewhat subtle.

The sensation of a foreign object comes from the back.

A somewhat delicate place.

The swelling sensation caused by the foreign object gradually turned into pain, which then became a burning, stinging pain.

To make matters worse, along with the pain, there was also a wet sensation.

It spread down her thigh.

Something is leaking out!
Could it be that she lost control of her bladder at this time?

The thought of this possibility made the High Priestess even forget the pain for a moment. She was a high priestess, how could she fail to hold back her back door at such a crucial moment!
This... this is worse than being dead.

The high priest closed his eyes in despair.

As a result, when I closed my eyes, the sensation became even clearer.

With a clearer understanding of the sensation, the high priest realized that this wasn't the feeling of incontinence, but rather...

She noticed bloodstains beginning to appear at the feet of the other priests.

is blood!

Blood was flowing from behind!
why?
Why does blood flow from behind when this person uses a basic healing spell?
At this moment, Jassi spoke up, explaining, "When Priest Samantha died, we realized that the greatest weakness of those you have blessed is being sucked blood. Once bitten by a vampire, they cannot recover."

Upon hearing Jia Xiu's words, the high priest trembled slightly, partly because his secret had been exposed, and partly because of the pain.

How did he know that bloodletting wouldn't restore him? Yes, he went to the sanctuary and set up a spell.

But he's only been at the sanctuary for a short time, and there are so many secrets inside. How could he have figured out its weaknesses so quickly?
The Moon Mother Cult took decades to figure out what those who received blessings were afraid of.

Jia Xiu continued, "And I realized that the control of the derivatives is in your hands. When you don't give the order, the derivatives will follow their vampire instincts and bite wherever there is blood.

Upon hearing this, the high priest was about to lose his last shred of reason; he had made his point very clear.

Bite where it bleeds.

She's bleeding from her back!
"In order to find a way to make cultists, including you, bleed without the pain of a normal wound healing, I thought of the primary healing spell that I am most skilled at and can use the fastest."

"This doesn't cure anything!"

"The adjusted version? I call it, the Hemorrhoid Growth Technique! You're welcome, this is my final gift to you."

"what--"

The high priest was no longer able to form complete sentences.

What kind of madman would call causing hemorrhoids a gift?

Having said that, Jia Xiu went around to the back of the high priest.

"What are you doing?"

The high priestess asked in a panic, her last shred of reason vanished, leaving only the instinct to survive.

"Here's the thing, the control effect of the Descent Spell is about to end, and the derivative beings are about to eat. In order for them to bite the correct target and not be under your control, they must inflict a heavy blow on you so that you can't give commands."

"A heavy blow! What heavy blow!"

The high priestess had actually guessed it, but she was unwilling to face this painful reality.

Jia Xiu picked up the walking stick she had originally used for the ritual from the ground.

It was a very straight walking stick, made of wood that looked quite old and very hard.

Even more perfect is the carved, uneven pattern on the front end of the stick.

Even more perfect, perhaps to match the overall atmosphere of the blood sacrifice, the pattern is wrapped with a ring of thorns, covered with dense small spikes.

Jia Xiu took the cane and aimed.

He said, "You know, this has nothing to do with personal grudges. It's just that this is more efficient. Besides, I think evil people should be punished by evil people. You have to pay the price for your previous actions. Isn't it a bit too easy for you to just die?"

Jia Xiu has never had any sympathy for cults that cause deaths.

"Get ready, I'm going to return it to its rightful owner."

The High Priest's world seemed to stand still at this moment.

She knew that her only chance was to quickly order her derivatives to turn their targets towards this terrible demon the moment the control effect wore off.

However, when control truly disappeared, it was accompanied by the arrival of the cane.

At that moment, she understood a principle.

Human will has its limits.

The excruciating pain, like a volcanic eruption, completely rendered her incapable of issuing commands.

Let's not talk about instructions.

A scream was the only sound she could make when she opened her mouth.

Amidst her heart-wrenching screams, the mutated beings, already driven mad by the lure of blood, pounced on each bleeding target with incredible speed...

(End of this chapter)